Chapter 439 The Third Future Painting

"It's been half a month, there must be something wrong."

He Fang's expression was a little ugly. He had been waiting for the third painting to be realized, and he had tried to predict it during this period.

But after being out of danger, this magical power seemed to have failed and no longer appeared, which made him feel a little anxious.

It would be fine if it didn't appear, but his third painting seemed to be stuck, and the money spent in the past half month was like flowing water, which made him a little overpaid.

In addition, he still has a horse to raise, which makes him very worried.

As for the news about his original city, it has also been spread here. It turned into a monster territory half a month ago, and this matter can be said to be quite terrifying.

The whole city was filthy, and most people could only turn into food when they entered. Only a small group of people who went to trade for business were lucky enough to escape. As for the others, they naturally all were gone in the city.

He Fang, who heard this news, looked at the survivor of the disaster. If he hadn't had the help of his magical powers to predict the future, he would have probably died in it at that time.

More specific news also came out, and it is said that someone with great skills and courage came to test it out.

These monsters call themselves monsters, all of which are descendants of the Mother of the Monster, and the Mother of the Monster is a loyal existence to breeding.

No matter how specific the situation is, I don’t know what happened, but once this incident happened, it caused an uproar.

Of course, in addition to the mother of monsters who ruled against monsters, there is also the latest rising zombies, who are also ruled by the Dark Sun Corpse King.

These two have now occupied a city and developed obscurely.

But even so, everyone was in a panic.

Because no matter it is a zombie or a monster, it is far from something that humans can fight against.

The monsters are powerful, and the living zombies cannot be underestimated.

Nor is it that no one stood up. A man who claimed to have awakened the light stood up and called on everyone to settle in his city. He would protect everyone in his city.

As a result, the world seems to be becoming more and more absurd.

Especially He Fang, this feeling gave him a good world, and suddenly collapsed one day, and the speed was so fast that it was caught off guard.

Originally, he was still confident. After all, he could predict the future. Although he was a little blurred, he was gone now. This is equivalent to having just touched the threshold for getting rich, and as a result, the threshold became a city wall, an out of reach.

"Could it be that my magical power can only be used at home?" He Fang was like wearing a mask of pain.

If you want to consider common ground, there is only one possibility.

As for the trigger because of danger, he felt it was unlikely. The reason was very simple, that is, it was not dangerous for him to be stolen from money. If he was really hungry, he would also have to ask someone to borrow some money.

That's why the reason for the place was determined. Before, he predicted it all at home, but now he's a person outside.

But the problem is that now, let alone home, even the city is occupied by the group of monsters who call themselves monsters.

If he was still at home now, he would probably be killed by a monster with a dog-headed human body. How could he still be worried about these things here?

"Why is this brother sad because he sits here? Why would he say he can relieve his worries?" A young man who looked like a scholar sat opposite him, with a hint of curiosity in his tone.

When you saw the other party, you said something unhappy and made him happy, He Fang's face suddenly collapsed.

Why doesn't this person have any vision?

However, He Fang knew what was going on, so if you can tolerate everything, you can tolerate it, and if you can retreat, you can retreat. Although the other party is a little rude, there is no need to say that you will be in conflict with the other party.

"I came from Qiwu City. In this way, I know why I was frowning." He Fang said with a hint of indifference on his expression.

He certainly could not say that his magical powers had failed, so he had a bitter face and could only pull out the city that had been slaughtered to talk about the matter.

Hearing this, the young man couldn't help but stammer and then stood up to salute and apologize: "Brother, please forgive me. I don't know if I have suffered such a great disaster. Please forgive me."

The boy likes to have fun, but he also knows that this matter is not a big deal. It is a big deal if there is no one in the city.

His words were no less than spreading salt on someone’s wounds. He was very rude and naturally he had to apologize.

He Fang's face looked much better. The other party apologized, but he couldn't be merciless. After all, he was a foreigner and couldn't do many things too well.

"Don't blame me, little brother, I am homesick, so I can't help but feel a little unkind."

After saying that, He Fang suddenly realized something, that is, the scene seemed familiar.

It's like the third painting?

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel shocked, and then said decisively: "If you don't mind, sit down and have two drinks with me, and treat it as fate."

"Isn't that good?" The boy said with hesitation. After all, he had offended the other party with such unrestrained expression just now.

"Just treat it as making friends, the shopkeeper has a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and a pot of good wine. The one who has served the wine and food has withdrawn and a few new ones." He Fang also tried his best and shouted directly to the counter.

The shopkeeper took a look and was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything, and ordered the waiter to do it.

The two started chatting. He Fang first introduced himself, but was mixed with some water. For example, his identity, he did not say that he was a failed scholar in three years. Instead, he said that he had just obtained a literary official from the City Lord's Mansion this year and was considered an official.

Anyway, the Qiwu City is gone, and no one can verify it.

Besides, I did try the city not long ago, but he just failed.

During the conversation, He Fang also knew that the young man was named Dong Xiuyuan. From the other party's conversation, He Fang could also see that this extraordinary background is definitely much better than a poor scholar, he is at least a scholarly family.

"Brother He is so talented. If Qiwu City had not suffered this disaster, it would be a pity that Brother He would have been successful." Dong Xiuyuan's tone was filled with regret. During the conversation between the two, he had a very good impression of He Fang. With this preconceived impression, there would naturally be a brain repair and correction in subsequent communication.

He Fang heard this, but his heart moved. After pouring a glass of wine for the other party, he pretended to be helpless and said, "Drink, drink, say what are these things."

This is a complete expression of his lack of appreciation for his talent.

At this time, He Fang became more and more sure that this was what the third painting wanted to show him, and it was worth it that he had been waiting here for half a month.

"Oh, why should Brother He give up on himself? With Brother He's talent, he can take the test in this Jiuxi City next year. It's not too late to join the officialdom again." Dong Xiuyuan kindly comforted He Fang.

Then he suddenly had an idea, as if he had remembered something, and then said, "After this Qiwu City, wouldn't Brother He have no place to stand? If he doesn't dislike it, I remember that there is a dilapidated classics in the south. The City Lord's Mansion has been recruiting a penman to guard the classics. If Brother He is willing, he can get a deserved position. Although he is not allowed to be an official, the monthly money is enough to live."

"In addition, the location is remote and quiet, and there are not many pedestrians. If Brother He has gone through, he can try again for the city trial next year."

He Fang subconsciously wanted to refuse when he heard this, but a painting suddenly appeared in front of him, that was, he was in trouble for many days, and then spent all his money and became a accountant in a small shop.

This situation not only did not make He Fang feel terrified, but was happy. This magical power did not disappear. It seems that there are certain conditions to trigger it. For example, it has not been triggered before. It is likely that it cannot be used because the third painting has not been achieved or the time has not been completed.

As for the painting he saw now, it should be the end of him after he rejected Dong Xiuyuan's kindness.

But what if he accepts it.

Then the picture changed again, and one painting turned into two paintings. The first one was when he entered the quiet and dilapidated classics, and the second one was when he sat on the futon and seemed to be reciting something, and his body also emitted various strange phenomena.

This made him shocked and reminded him of the practitioners in the different ambitions of gods and ghosts.

‘Is it possible that this sutra contains the methods of practitioners?’

If it were before, he would definitely not believe it, but now it is different. He has to take a gamble no matter what.

Nowadays, the world is becoming more and more dangerous. What are the living zombies and monsters? Who knows if the other party will one day not stay in a corner and go out in large numbers?

"I was short of money, so I took Brother Dong's kindness with shame. I went to the south of the city to find this classic hall." After seeing his future scene, He Fang naturally would not say he would refuse. This is an opportunity to become a practitioner, so how could he give up?

Dong Xiuyuan was not surprised by He Fang's agreement. After all, he proposed it. If he hadn't thought the other party would agree, it would be just a simple desire to mess with others.

"Brother He is polite. This is just a simple task. But this work is not easy. It is hard and remote on weekdays, so there are many inconveniences. In addition, the money is relatively less, but if you are alone, you are still enough for food, clothing, housing and transportation." Dong Xiuyuan also greeted He Fang in advance.

"So if Brother He is willing, he doesn't have to go to the south of the city, just go to the government office to register."

If you want to be a writer in a classics, you must first be a scholar, which eliminates a group of people, and then the salary is not high, and the place is far and remote, so many things are not convenient.

Therefore, not many scholars are willing to go there. If you really want to make money, you can be an accountant or a private school teacher. Not only will you be easy to work and pay more money, but you may even have a good quality of life. Why bother to go to a remote classics to suffer this?

This has led to the fact that the classics are still closed. If He Fangzhen went there, it would be inevitable that he would be able to live there after some cleaning and trouble.

After all, there has been no one for a long time.

As for the money issued by the City Lord’s Mansion?

That must not be wasted, and it will be collected by others.

However, if He Fang goes there, he will definitely have to fall into his hands, otherwise it will be useless.

"So, I thank Brother Dong for your reminder. I'll do this glass." As he said that, He Fang drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He Fang was also happy. Not only was his supernatural powers still there, but he could even obtain the methods of practitioners. He was so excited that he had the means of moving mountains and rivers among those practitioners, and at that time, he would definitely let the zombies know how powerful he was.

Seeing He Fang's happy and excited appearance, Dong Xiuyuan was also a little cheerful. He didn't know what He Fang was thinking, but instead felt that the other party should have been happy with the work of this classics. After all, in his impression, He Fang was a talented person. He didn't go to the classics to make a living, but to try his best to start his career in the next year.
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