I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 162 Portrait

The consciousness returned to Xuanyang's body from the avatar, and He Ping'an turned into a phantom and disappeared in place.

A gust of breeze blew, and the door of the grass department of the drug department opened automatically, and a figure in white appeared in the grass department.

There was no one in the grass department, and Han Li should have gone to the backyard of Lichun Courtyard to give the liquid at this time.

This white shadow is exactly Chu Liuxiang transformed by He Pingan.

Sweeping out his spiritual sense, he scanned all the recent mansion newspapers in the grass department, and found no news of anyone missing.

At this moment, there was only a sound of "thump, thud, thump" going downstairs on the stairs, and Master Wang came down from upstairs.

He Pingan was about to leave, but seeing Master Wang's soft hair and his slightly sluggish footsteps, he sat on Yang Qing's seat and waited for him to come down.

As soon as Master Wang came down from upstairs, he smelled the fragrance of tulips in the room.

A pair of small eyes immediately spotted the man in white who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, his mouth was opened, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

After all, in the past 30 years, this was the first time he encountered someone who could break into the Hall of Eternal Life silently without anyone noticing.

"Do you want to say, what should I do if someone breaks into the Palace of Eternal Life for the first time? Wait online, it's very urgent."

He Pingan casually glanced at Master Wang and said with a smile.

Although Master Wang didn't know what He Pingan's online wait meant, he understood what was said before and nodded involuntarily.

Then it suddenly occurred to him that this person sneaked into the Palace of Eternal Life must have ulterior motives, and the possibility of an enemy is more than a friend.

A sense of shame rose in Master Wang's heart.

How can I agree with the enemy's point of view.

At this moment, the man in white showed a smile that he was in control of everything, and asked, "Do you still want to know who I am?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Master Wang still nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"My name is Chu Liuxiang, you can call me Xiangshuai!"

The man in white smiled lightly.

"Chu Liuxiang?"

"Xiang Shuai?"

Master Wang's face showed a trace of thought. The person in front of him always gave him an inexplicable sense of affinity, which made him follow the other person's will involuntarily.

What makes him even more incomprehensible is that he seems to enjoy this feeling in his heart, and he can't help but sink deeper and deeper.

He Pingan didn't want to know what he was thinking, so he asked, "Is there a man named Wang Zifa here?"

Wang Zifa?
What is this white man looking for me for?
There was an uproar in Master Wang's heart. He just came out with his spiritual sense and found that this white man's cultivation was unfathomable, and he was even more terrifying than Yang Qing who had been with him day and night.

Obviously an expert of the third rank.

Could it be that I offended this person somewhere?

Master Wang hurriedly said: "This junior has heard about it."

"I heard from others that Wang Zifa is despicable and shameless."

When he scolded himself, Master Wang spoke harshly, and in an instant, countless Daxuan Guocui spewed out, drawing a clear line with Wang Zifa in an instant.

At the same time, he secretly pinched the token with his right hand, ready to summon the commander.

"That would be a pity."

He Pingan sighed, and then waved his long sleeves casually, and an invisible magic power took the token of Master Wang into his hand.

"I just came out of the mountain a few days ago, and accidentally saw this person's picture of a martial artist riding a dragon. I saw that this person's painting is extraordinary, and I really like it."

"I wanted to exchange a trace of my transcendent original mana for a portrait of a martial saint, but who knows, I didn't see it when I came."

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

After He Pingan finished speaking, his figure turned into a phantom, and he was about to go with the wind.

"senior!"

Master Wang yelled, then his knees softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a bang.

"I am Wang Zifa!"

Master Wang looked excited, Feng Shui turns, today is our turn, even the few remaining strands of hair on the head seem to be full of life, and the roots stand on end.

Upon hearing this, He Ping'an's figure turned from empty to real, and asked with a puzzled look: "Are you Wang Zifa?"

"Impossible, you scolded me so hard just now."

"That, that villain is indeed him!"

Master Wang smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to explain it.

I had no choice but to rub the corners of my clothes with my hands, acting like a shy little woman.

"How do you prove that you are Wang Zifa?"

At this time, He Ping'an's face darkened, and he continued: "If you can't prove it, do you think I dare not destroy you?"

Master Wang's face was embarrassing, he was careless!

I was just being careful for a moment and disguised my identity, how did things become like this.

If you can't prove that you are yourself.

Chances are nothing small, judging from the meaning of this transcendent power, Chu Liuxiang, whether he can survive is still unknown.

This is how to do?
Cold sweat broke out on Master Wang's anxious head, soaking the few remaining strands of hair, and the few strands of hair that had stood up just now fell sickly and limp on the top of his head, lifeless.

It wasn't until he saw the token in He Pingan's hand that Master Wang's eyes lit up: "Senior, can you lend me that token?"

"Are you going to use a token to subpoena?"

He Ping'an's expression became serious, and the invisible coercion surged out, overwhelming the master Wang to the ground.

"No, senior, this junior was wronged!"

"The identity information of the junior is recorded on that token, and the junior can prove his innocence as long as he drips blood essence!"

Master Wang quickly explained.

Only then did He Pingan's complexion ease, he let go of the coercion, and said, "No, I can't give you this token!"

"To prove your identity, it's very simple, just draw me a portrait on the spot!"

"If you are Wang Zifa, it's easy to say, if not, hehe."

He Ping'an didn't say the following paintings, but in his words, Sen Han's threat was self-evident.

Master Wang was on the verge of life and death at this time, and he didn't dare to delay, so he quickly took out the four treasures of the study, looked at He Pingan's appearance, and began to draw stroke by stroke.

"Am I that ugly?"

"Repaint!"

"You are too distorted, redraw!"

After half an hour.
Even Master Wang, who claimed to be a small electric motor, couldn't help but toss the pen and paper in his hand, lay down on the table, and resigned to his fate.

In half an hour, he had already drawn ten paintings, far exceeding his previous efficiency.

But none of them were approved by He Pingan.

This is harder than drawing pictures for his wife at home, Mr. Wang felt that he had tried his best.

"Well, this one is not bad, you really are Wang Zifa!"

He Pingan took the portrait painted by Master Wang, nodded repeatedly, and praised him endlessly.

Master Wang suddenly sat up in shock, looking at the portrait in He Ping'an's hand, are you playing tricks on me?
Isn't this the first portrait I painted?

It's a pity that he only dared to hide these words in his heart, and even approached them with a look of surprise on his face: "As expected of you, senior, look at those star eyes, and the upturned bridge of the nose."

A quarter of an hour later, He Ping'an turned into a phantom and left the grass department.

Hard work pays off, he inquired from Master Wang that a small group of rebels far away in Jizhou disappeared suddenly overnight more than ten days ago.

I don't know why this matter was not mentioned in the mansion newspaper, and no one mentioned it in the court.

If it wasn't for a cousin of Master Wang who was in the Ministry of War and had heard about this matter, the others really didn't know about it.

And Master Wang also got what he wanted, and obtained a ray of original mana from He Pingan. As long as he carefully understands the refinement, it is not difficult to break through the third rank.

Before leaving, He Pingan took away the first portrait, destroyed all other portraits, and ordered the master Wang not to mention this matter.

(End of this chapter)