The consciousness returned from the clone to Xuanyang's body, and He Ping'an turned into a shadow and disappeared from its place.
A breeze blew by, and the door of the Department of Medicine opened automatically, and a figure in white appeared in the department.
There was no one in the grass section. At this time, Han Li should have gone to the backyard of Lichun Court to give fluids through the passage.
This white shadow is none other than Chu Liuxiang transformed by He Pingan.
With his spiritual consciousness, he scanned through all the recent reports in Cao Be and found no news about missing persons.
At this moment, there was only a "thump, thump, thump" sound coming down the stairs, and Master Wang came down from upstairs.
He Ping'an was already ready to leave, but seeing Master Wang's flowing hair and slightly slow footsteps, he sat on Yang Qing's seat and waited for him to come down.
Master Wang had just come down from upstairs when his nose smelled the fragrance of tulips filling the room.
A pair of small eyes immediately spotted the man in white sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai. His mouth opened as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.
After all, this was the first time in the past thirty years that he had encountered someone who could break into the Palace of Eternal Life silently without anyone noticing.
"Are you trying to say, what should I do if someone breaks into the Palace of Eternal Life for the first time? Wait online, it's quite urgent."
He Ping'an casually glanced at Master Wang's book and said with a smile.
Although Master Wang didn't know what He Ping'an was waiting for online, he understood the previous words and nodded involuntarily.
Then it suddenly occurred to me that this person must have ulterior motives when he sneaked into the Palace of Eternal Life, and he was more likely to be an enemy than a friend.
Master Wang felt a sense of shame in his heart.
How can I agree with my enemy's point of view?
At this moment, the man in white showed a smile on his face as he had everything under control, and asked: "Do you still want to know, who am I?"
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?"
"Xiangshuai?"
There was a trace of thought on Master Wang's face. The person in front of him always gave him an inexplicable sense of intimacy, making him follow the other person's wishes involuntarily.
What made him even more incomprehensible was that he seemed to enjoy this feeling in his heart, and couldn't help but sink deeper and deeper into it.
He Ping'an 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 man in white doing to me?
There was an uproar in Master Wang's heart. He had just detected his consciousness and discovered that this man in white had unfathomable cultivation and was more terrifying than Yang Qing, whom he had been with day and night before.
He is obviously an expert of the third level.
Could it be that I have offended this person somewhere?
Master Wang quickly said: "This junior has heard a little bit about it."
"I heard from others that Wang Zifa is despicable, shameless and despicable..."
When he scolded himself, Master Wang spoke harshly. In an instant, countless Daxuan national quintessences spurted out, instantly drawing a clear line with Wang Zifa.
At the same time, he secretly pinched the token with his right hand, preparing to summon the commander.
"That's a pity..."
He Ping'an let out a long sigh, then waved his long sleeves casually, and an invisible magic power took the token of the King's Book into his hand.
"I just came out of the mountain a few days ago and accidentally saw this person's painting of a martial artist riding a dragon. I saw that this person's painting was extraordinary and I liked it very much."
"I wanted to exchange a trace of my transcendent original mana for a portrait of the Martial Saint, but who would have thought that it would come but not be seen..."
"What a pity, what a pity."
After He Pingan finished speaking, his figure turned into a shadow and was about to fly away with the wind.
"senior!"
Master Wang shouted, then his knees softened and he knelt directly on the ground with a "thud".
"I am Wang Zifa!"
Master Wang's face was filled with excitement. The situation has changed. Today is our turn. Even the few remaining strands of hair on our heads seem to be full of life and stand upright.
Upon hearing this, He Ping'an's figure changed from empty to solid, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Are you Wang Zifa?"
"It's impossible, you scolded me so harshly just now..."
"That... that... villain is indeed him!"
Master Wang smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to explain it.
He could only rub the corners of his clothes with his hands, acting like a shy little woman.
"How do you prove that you are Wang Zifa?"
He Ping'an's face darkened at this time, and he continued: "If you can't prove it, do you think I won't dare to destroy you?"
Master Wang looked embarrassed, he was so careless!
I was just being careful and disguised my identity, why did things end up like this?
If you can't prove yourself, you will be yourself.
The chances are not small. Depending on the intentions of Chu Liuxiang, the transcendental power, it is still unknown whether he can survive.
This is how to do?
Lord Wang was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on his head, soaking his remaining hair. The few hairs that were standing up a moment ago now fell limp and sickly 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?"
"You want to use a token to summon you?"
He Ping'an's face hardened, and invisible coercion surged out, forcing Master Wang to the ground.
"No, senior, this junior is wronged!"
"On that token, the identity information of the junior is recorded. As long as the junior drops a drop of blood, he can prove his innocence!"
Master Wang quickly explained.
He Ping'an's face softened, the pressure dissipated, and he said: "No, I can't give you this token!"
"If you want to prove your identity, it's very simple. Just draw a portrait for me on the spot!"
"If you were Wang Zifa, it would be easy to say. If not, hehe..."
He Ping'an didn't say anything in the painting behind, but Sen Han's threat was self-evident in his words.
Master Wang was on the line between life and death at this time and did not dare to delay. He quickly took out the four treasures of the study, looked at He Pingan's appearance, and started to draw one stroke at a time.
"Am I that ugly?"
"Redraw!"
"You are too distorted, redraw it!"
Half an hour later...
Even Master Wang, who claimed to be a small electric motor, couldn't help but throw away the pen and paper in his hand, lay on the table, and accepted his fate.
In half an hour, he had already painted ten paintings, which was far more efficient than before.
But none of them got He Ping'an's approval.
This was more difficult than painting for his wife at home. Master Wang felt that he had done his best.
"Well, this one is good. You are indeed Wang Zifa!"
He Ping'an took the portrait drawn by Master Wang and nodded repeatedly, praising it.
Master Wang suddenly sat up in excitement and looked at the portrait in He Pingan's hand. Are you trying to trick me?
Isn't this the first portrait I drew?
It's a pity that he only dared to hide these words in his heart, and even approached him with a look of surprise on his face: "As expected of a senior, look at these starry eyes and the straight bridge of his nose..."
A quarter of an hour later, He Pingan turned into a shadow and left Cao Be.
The hard work paid off, and he found out from the king's boss that a small group of rebels in Jizhou suddenly disappeared overnight more than ten days ago.
For some unknown reason, this matter was not written in the residence newspaper, and no one mentioned it in the court.
If it weren't for a cousin of the Chief Wang who was in the Ministry of War and heard a little bit about this matter, no one else would really know about it.
And Master Wang also got his wish and obtained a ray of He Ping'an's original mana. As long as he carefully comprehends and refines it, it is not difficult to break through to the third level.
Before leaving, He Pingan took the first portrait away, destroyed all the other portraits, and ordered Master Wang not to mention the matter.
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