Wang Fang's words made the secret room fall into silence again.

Chunyu Jin had to admit that telling the king about the demon seed was a big gamble. The king's health was getting worse and worse, and for him... nothing was more important than living a few more years.

What will the king do if an opportunity for longevity is right in front of him?

Chunyu Jin has no answer.

"Then... should I believe you?" Chunyu Jin stared at Wang Fang. She leaned on Wang Fang but did not trust him.

Wang Fang said: "I have a 14th-level painting scroll, and it is only a matter of time before I become the master of the 14th-level painting. Being a demon clan has limited power improvement for me in the future, but there are too many uncertain factors. After all, you have said that even the demon clan does not know what a demon is.

In addition, I am just 15 years old now and I don’t cherish things like time and life.

Of course, you can do this yourself. I will go back to Sanwen Medical Center and promise not to reveal a single word."

The plan of the Demon Clan is related to the fate of the entire human race and the demon race. It can be concluded that a large number of demon race strongmen have lurked to Zejun. They are waiting for the birthday celebration of King Jiang to complete the last step of activating the demon race.

Chunyu Jin had no confidence in whether the Beidian Guard could stop the demon clan's plan. The ability that Wang Fang had always shown made her more dependent.

"This matter is related to the human race's luck. I believe you! What will we do next?"

Wang Fang, who already had a rough plan, said: "It depends on how effective the medicine you gave me. The monster next door now has trusted me. If I rescue him, I can follow him.

The demon seed lurking in the human bloodline for two thousand years and has not been discovered, nor has the demon race appeared, which means that it is not a simple matter to inspire the demon seed.

It probably requires a complicated ritual.

The demon clan used the birthday of the king to attract all the attention of Zejun in the city. This means that the ceremony they were going to hold was easily discovered and destroyed.

As long as we can follow the goat monsters to find the monsters that hold ceremonies, we can mobilize the Beidian Guard to attack them."

Regarding Wang Fang's analysis and plan, Chunyu Jin nodded and said, "What if the goat monsters did not look for those monsters outside the city?"

"I will ask him to find him... but if he doesn't know, I have no choice. When the two armies fight, everyone wants to win. After each strategy, it depends on who the luck is." Wang Fang said relaxedly: "Go to Shuiyun Villa tonight, and the goat demon will have to wait for tomorrow before there will be a result. Now it's not noon. If the lord has no arrangements during this period, I want to go back to Sanwen Hospital to see my sister."

Chunyu Jin stood up and said to Wang Fang: "You can't leave yet... Your strength is really too small for the battle we may face. The demon clan came here this time, and your methods could scare Gai Zheng, but they could not scare them.

While this time, I will teach you how to fight like a painter.

Let's go, go to my studio."

The studio is a relatively private place for painters, especially painters with higher ranks. They all have their own unique painting skills and painting skills and will not easily show them to outsiders.

This time, Chunyu Jin brought Wang Fang into his studio, really wanted to help him sharpen his guns in the face of an emergency, so that he could protect himself when facing emergencies.

Chunyu Jin's studio in Beidianwei did not have the slaughtering aura of the military camp. The semi-open room was adjacent to a pond. There was a spring in the pond, and the water was clear and the fish could be seen, the lotus leaves were like umbrellas, the lotus flowers were blooming, and four or five dragonflies were flying on the water.

The painting stand is opposite the pond, and there are various calligraphy and painting tools placed on the bookcase next to it, and there are more than a dozen brushes in just various types.

Chunyu Jin unfolded the painting scroll and scattered his armor and changed into a ladies' clothing. He knelt behind the painting platform, and another young woman walked out of the painting scroll. She saluted Chunyu Jin slowly and began to use pen, ink, paper and ink from the bookcase.

"You use this painting table..." Chunyu Jin waved his hand, and a painting table flew out of the painting scroll and landed beside her.

Wang Fang followed suit and sat behind the painting stage.

Wukong ran to the young girl happily, and when he saw her taking something, Wukong took it as he did, then he held all kinds of pens, ink, paper and inkstones and fell on Wang Fang's painting stage.

While placing these things, Wang Fang asked Chunyu Jin: "Is this woman your painting spirit?"

"Yes..." Chunyu Jin did not answer much. After unfolding a piece of drawing paper, she said, "Now you and I will make a painting with the scenery in front of me, so that I can see your true level."

"Okay!" When Wang Fang saw that there was colored ink in the ink block, he did not dare to ask Wukong to help him grind it. He studied the ink color as needed.

...

On the other side, in the Prime Minister's Office, Li Yao learned from Gai Zheng who came back that he had encountered what he had encountered in the Beidian Guard.

Gai Zheng said aggrievedly: "Suce Li, the officials are not doing well, so please punish me."

Li Xiangze asked in surprise: "You said... Wang Fang is the master of the 14th level painting. How is this possible! He is young and not yet weak, so how can he draw a picture scroll of the heavens?"

This is exactly what Gai Zheng felt wronged. He was a 13th-level painter from the fourth-rank Beidian Captain, a 13th-level painter, and was bullied by a young child with his painting spirit.

But he still lost with a dignified temper.

"Li Xiang. Wang Fang's painting spirit is indeed powerful. The monkey had a long or short stick in his hand. The dragon that wrapped around my painting spirit was stirred up and stirred my dragon. If he had killed him, my dragon would have been destroyed.

Wang Fang's painting spirit is definitely of level 14, but he is indeed only fifteen years old."

The fifteen-year-old painter.

Let Li Yao not focus on the tasks that Gai Zheng has not completed.

By checking Zejun's household registration information, Wang Fang was just a first-level painter apprentice. However, when Wang Jian had a brief conflict with the Beidian Guard, the strength he showed was not the first-level, but no one expected that he was the 14th-level painter.

If Wang Fang was in his forties or fifties, Li Yao might not mind much. After all, the painter is talented, and basically the level he can reach is basically settled when he is in his forties.

But Wang Fang is only fifteen years old!

There are only four painting masters in the fifteenth rank of Jiang Kingdom, namely the Prime Minister Li Yao, the Marquis of Zhennan Gaobu, the Marquis of Zhenxi Zhou Shixiong and the President of Moyu Academy Shen Wuji.

In addition, Chunyu Jin has shown the potential to be an advanced Painting Master.

The five of them represent the top military forces of the five major forces in Jiang Kingdom, among which the eldest prince supported by Chunyu Jin and the second prince supported by Li Yao were in full swing to fight for the crown prince.

But Chunyu Jin is not a Hua Zun after all, and the power in the court that supports the eldest prince is weaker than Li Yao's side.
Chapter completed!