Wang found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the bookcase in the study.

These calligraphy and painting stationery are very sophisticated. From the perspective of Wang Fang's painter, they are much better than the brush and ink he used to paint scrolls in the ruined temple. And in another drawer, there are actually some more expensive color inks.

Wang Fang used an inkstone to grind out ink suitable for painting, and then soaked a few brushes in the ink. Then, with a wave of his hand, the scroll recording Journey to the West spread out on the painting stage.

This is the painting of the Qiankun with Sun Wukong as the painting spirit. The story stops when Sun Wukong is dissatisfied with Bima Wen's official title, abandons his official position and leaves the Heavenly Palace to return to Huaguo Mountain, and proclaims himself "The Great Sage of the Monkey King" to raise a flag to gather monsters.

At this time, Sun Wukong's strength should have reached the level of a level 14 demon according to the 16 strength ladders in this world.

But now Journey to the West has just begun, and the Hualing Wukong has great potential to improve. The big fuss about the sky is about to begin, which is a level of improvement in Sun Wukong's strength.

Therefore, Wang Fang thought of using this time to make the big fuss in the Heavenly Palace into the picture of Journey to the West, so that Wukong's strength could be increased to level 15.

Close your eyes first and create the next story in your mind.

Wang Fang is not a person who can make up stories, and writing such long articles is not the same as calligraphy and painting books. If it weren't for the fact that he was too impressed by Journey to the West, a good story would probably be written in a mess.

How to draw, how to write articles, how to make the painting scroll run smoothly, layer by layer, layer by layer, and layer by layer to fuel the fire.

You must review them in your mind in advance.

It was not until he was confident that Wang Fang opened his eyes. He picked up the brush, scraped the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone, and then fell on the scroll.

But at the moment of writing, Wang Fang felt a huge force coming from his arm.

Above the scroll, the mysterious and yellow energy rose up to cover the scroll; in the room, the majestic power of heaven was pressed down from above; in the ears, the sound of the Buddhist scriptures sounded and the sound of the scriptures spread straight to the mind, making Wang Fang's spirit distracted, and the hand holding the pen trembled unconsciously.

Wang Fang knew that this was the backlash of the painting scroll caused by his lack of energy.

There is no prototype for the painting scroll to absorb power. If you want to supplement the painting scroll, the painter needs to have enough energy to provide the painting scroll to operate.

As a painter, Wang Fang knew what he was facing; but as a painter, Wang Fang was more willing to try to challenge the laws of this world.

Wang Fang took a deep breath, cleared his solidified thoughts of fear of the law, and only recalled his efforts and persistence in learning painting.

In that empty era, it was really difficult for a painter who painted seriously to become famous. Wang Fang, who spent most of his time on painting every day, was a fool who was out of touch with the times.

However, Wang Fang insisted on his own path. He learned the characteristics of Eastern and Western paintings, copied famous works of ancient and modern times, and carved each of his works with great care, making people recognize him little by little... until he became an existence that once mocked him and those who could only look up to him.

The painter is not very angry, so I really can't continue to make up for the world of painting scrolls?

The painters in this world think that it is, and dare not disobey it! Because once something goes wrong in the process of making up for the painting of the universe, the strength of the painting spirit will stop here.

But Wang Fang thought of giving it a try and tried his best.

Therefore, when the painting scroll of the universe and the laws in the dark began to block Wang Fang, he did not stop. He believed in his strength and the classics of Journey to the West.

As the brush fell, the force under his arms became stronger and stronger. Wang Fang held the pen in his hands to suppress the shaking of the tip of his nose. The power of heaven came, and the condensation of energy caused difficulty in breathing. Wang Fang held his breath after taking a breath; the sound of the Buddhist chants in his ears was confusing his mind, and Wang Fang simply gave up his spirit, cleared his brain, and handed over his body to the instinct of practicing painting for a long time.

The mysterious and yellow aura in front of him covered the scroll, but Wang Fang still fell down the pen, and the tip of the pen passed through the fog and outlined and stroked.

The wrist trembles like a dragon waving its tail, and the body stands like a pine tree in the cliff.

The mysterious and yellow aura in the painting scroll emerged like a spring. The power of the sky led to the tumultuous waves tumbling and rotating, forming a circle of dark clouds around Wang Fang. The rumbling sound continued in the clouds, and lightning faintly illuminated the clouds.

The painter has been passed down by the law for thousands of years and has tried his best to disturb Wang Fang. Wang Fang has entered a state of hand-painting and scrolling the universe in the ruined temple, and is not disturbed by the strange phenomena around him, in front of him and in his ears.

Splash ink on the invisible scroll.

However, just as Wang Fang was walking in the painting and calligraphy, a thunderbolt exploded in the room. The pen holder of the brush in Wang Fang's hand was exploded from the center by the power in the dark.

When the pen was thrown out, Wang Fang fell backwards and sat in the chair behind the painting platform. His arms trembled, sweat all over his body was like a spring, and his whole body seemed to be dispersed.

Looking at the scroll on the table, the dark yellow air spreads and reveals the picture below.

On the scroll, a auspicious cloud is formed, and the corner of a hall appears outline. Although the painting has not been completed, the momentum of the Heavenly Palace standing by the clouds overlooking all living beings has emerged.

Seeing this, Wang Fang couldn't help laughing. He stood up despite his own punishment, put away the scroll, and then brought a piece of rice paper to spread it on the painting platform.

He picked up a new pen from the inkstone with his hands tremblingly and wrote on the paper...

"Fighting with the sky is endless"

The characters on paper are like chickens scratching cats, winding horizontally and vertically, and twistingly, and turn around. A few characters are like a child who is just a literate child holding a pen and graffiti on paper. It has no bones or strength, and there is no beauty of the pen passing through the paper.

Wang Fang, who had finished writing these words, was full of appreciation. At this time, another thunder roared, as if someone was responding to Wang Fang's ridicule.

His arms were still trembling, and he forced the king of Tianzhu to let go of his strength and his pen fell to the ground. At this time, a knock on the door came from outside. The guy just shouted outside the door: "Young Master, the hot water has been boiled, please open the door."

Wang Fang walked to the door with heavy steps and opened the door. He saw a friend standing outside with a few maids carrying hot water and cold water buckets, and a maid holding a dress for replacement.

When the guy saw Wang Fang who opened the door, his face was pale, his whole body was washed like water, his hair was repeatedly beaten, and his sweat spread out of his clothes, he asked in confusion: "Young Master, what happened?"

Wang Fang put his trembling hand behind him and said, "I'm fine, I just haven't slept all night and I'm a little tired."

"It's fine." The guy asked the maids who carried water into the house and said to Wang Fang: "Young master, take a break after taking a shower. For lunch, I will have someone put a food box outside the door. If the young master wakes up and gets cold, I will ask someone to help you warm up.

I just went to the front hall of the clinic to take a look. Ms. Jiang woke up for a while, then fell asleep again after taking the soup.

Let the girl be taken care of by Miss Zhou, please rest assured. Maybe after you have a sleep, Miss Jiang will wake up too.”

Wang Fang was very happy to hear that Jiang Xiaozhi had woken up. If he hadn't just received a punishment from heaven, his whole body was numb and his smelly sweat, he would have gone to see his sister.

Wang Fang took out a few pieces of silver from his arms and put them in his hand, saying, "Thank you, brother, and Miss Zhou. I will treat everyone to herbal tea to cool off the heat. My sister and I live here for a few days, so we will bother everyone."

The guy did not refuse, and smiled and took the money away, replying: "Mr. Wang is valued by his boss and Miss Zhou. In the future, we will rely more on the master's support. The water has been poured, so we will not disturb the master's rest."
Chapter completed!