Pu Zixuan can't remember the last time he walked through such a passage. Perhaps he had never walked such a path in the past twenty years, and the half-year memory he had been taken away should not be.

The passage is long and dim. Under the action of the oil lamps on both sides, the shadows of the three people are sometimes stretched out on the flat ground, sometimes curled up under their feet, light and dark, and sometimes turned into two strands, just as impermanent as life.

Fortunately, Fu Yan did not plot against them this time. There were indeed no hidden weapons in this passage. Perhaps the four remaining monsters would be even stronger, so they were fearless. However, no matter what, they had to go to the end.

After less than half an incense stick, the shape of the passage changed a little. The originally consistent width suddenly became very wide in one place, and the two sides were artificially chiseled, forming a huge space. What is even more surprising is that this space is not the location of Fu Yan and other monsters. There was no monster in between. Instead, ink paintings were actually hung on the walls on all sides.

The three of them couldn't help but stop and watch. After counting carefully, there were eighteen paintings, and their attainments in paintings and calligraphy reached an extremely high level.

Pu Zixuan asked in confusion: "How come there is such a poetic and picturesque gallery in this ghost place? Can these monsters still know how to appreciate these artistic treasures and improve the mood of life?"

Chen Shuqing smiled and said, "It is possible that monsters are divided into different levels, just like you humans. Some vulgar mountain monsters only know how to eat, drink, defecate, and some monsters really have some wisdom and cultivation. To be honest, I have been with Mr. Pu Songling for so long, and when it comes to reciting poetry and painting, I am not inferior to these works."

After saying that, she looked at a picture of a kingfisher and sighed: "Looking at these kingfishers, they look quite similar to the late style of Zhu Da's post-swer period, with the proportion of strength just right, showing the kingfisher's lonely and noble posture on the branches to life. I really like it, but I don't know who did it."

The Zhu Da mentioned by Chen Shuqing was a monk among the famous painters "Four Kings and Four Monks" in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. As a descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang, he was deeply desperate about the replacement of the Ming Dynasty by the Qing Dynasty. He became a monk and focused on calligraphy and painting. He had a very high attainment. Although these eight painters were famous all over the world, even Pu Zixuan, who was lazy to learn, knew a little about it, but when it came to their respective painting styles, Pu Zixuan was confused and couldn't tell the reason, and he couldn't help but admire Chen Shuqing.

Su Sanniang also appreciated and said, "When it comes to calligraphy and painting, His Majesty the King really loves collecting it. There are several paintings given to me by His Majesty in my palace, all of which are works by famous artists. I see that these paintings here are really not inferior to those of famous artists. If the monsters stole them, they have to return these efforts to the master."

For a moment, the three of them almost forgot that they were in the monster's nest and were cultivated by these things that cultivate their own nature. After watching for a while, Chen Shuqing couldn't help but want to pick one and appreciate it carefully.

Just as I was about to touch the scroll, a man suddenly heard the voice of a man behind me: "Hey, hey, stop, don't touch these paintings!"

There should be no other men here except Pu Zixuan. The three of them looked back alertly and saw a burly, red-haired man with naked upper body and green linen trousers on the lower body, holding a strange weapon, standing behind the three of them.

Judging from his body shape alone, this person seems to be taller than Zhu Yuanliang, giving the three people a huge sense of oppression.

"Who are you?" Chen Shuqing stopped taking the painting, took a step back, and asked alertly.

"No need to ask, it's a human-shaped monster, just like the white-haired banshee that day." Pu Zixuan had already sensed his demonic aura and had answered for him without waiting for the man to speak.

Su Sanniang sighed, "It's really strange. If it were Fu Yan's subordinates, you would have the chance to attack us from behind, but why didn't you take action? Who are you?"

The man replied, "I am indeed the steward of King Fuyan, named the Demon Scholar. These paintings are all my own paintings that I have nothing to do. I have been painting by myself this year. Although King Fuyan ordered me to get rid of you, you three were immersed in my works at that time and were considered my confidants. If you attack you at this time, it would be a disrespect to me. So I stood quietly behind you, waiting for you to finish your visit, and it would not be too late to fight. However, these paintings are my hard work. I don't want any outsiders to take them down and play with them. I have to drink the Nine-tailed Fox. Please forgive me."

Chen Shuqing suddenly smiled and said, "It's a monster with a gentleman's style. It's very different from the sinister and vicious Fu Yan. It's a pity for a person like you to work hard for him. I just don't know if this talent is cultivated after turning into a monster, or is it a painter on Longqing Island in the past?"

Pu Zixuan shrugged and said, "He has no memory. Isn't this a waste of time?"

Su Sanniang said, "I remember that there was indeed a man named Shen Yafeng on Longqing Island who was deviled. This person is very talented. He participated in the provincial examination in the fifth year of Xianfeng and passed the imperial examination, but he was not interested in becoming an official. In the eighth year of Xianfeng, he took the military examination and actually passed the military examination again. He can be said to be a genius with both civil and military affairs. However, he is a noble person and will never be an official. He just used this method to enjoy the decaying Qing Dynasty. Judging from the style of his paintings, he must be this person."

The demon sneered, "Hmph, I feel honored that you are willing to stop and appreciate my paintings. I just don't know if you have any fun in spreading rumors and slandering my life experience? As the steward of King Fuyan, I have never left King Fuyan, so how can I be interested in pretending to be a human to take any imperial examinations of yours?"

Pu Zixuan rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, I won't be too quarrel with you. Whether it's Shen Yafeng or the Magic Scholar, you can fight if you want. Anyway, you will remember who you are in a while."

The magician said disdainfully: "Do you think you are my opponent? Don't blame me for not reminding you, look at this passage, so regular and beautiful, it was also the one I have dug out with the saw axe and sword in my hand over the past year."

Pu Zixuan looked around and sighed, "So that's it. This person stood behind the three of us without being noticed. He was already very skilled. The passage was so deep that it was digging by this person himself. It can be seen that his power is so great and his determination is so firm that it is comparable to ordinary mountain monsters! The title of Wu Juren is no longer a fame. Now as a monster, I am afraid he will be even more powerful."

Looking at the weapon in that man's hand, although it was a sharp sword in general, there were still names on both sides of the sword body: one side was an axe and the other side was a saw. No wonder he called it the "Saw Axe Sword". Thinking about it this way, this person's kung fu must be unfathomable, and it is incomparable to the little monster in front of him!
Chapter completed!