Speaking of this, Qin Wenying burst into tears. Even after a thousand years, the pain is still difficult to eliminate.
Still unforgettable.
Shen Fan gently took his wife's hand and patted it: "Don't be sad, wife, you still have me."
"Um."
Qin Wenying wiped away her tears and smiled softly: "I won't cry."
She continued: "Soon, my father passed away due to excessive grief.
My Qin family has fallen into decline.
Become depressed.
And the paintings that absorbed my soul were sold and scattered everywhere.
But for some reason, I have always been bound to the painting and cannot leave it no matter what.
There are many famous artists who have collected me.
It was also due to the fact that my father was a famous painter in the Song Dynasty, and the painting I was inhabiting was full of aura because my soul was there.
After the famous artists bought my paintings, they always played with them every day and couldn't put them down. They usually hung me in the most advantageous position.
Often illuminated by the moonlight, I slowly began to practice in painting.
Hundreds of years later, she became a fairy in a painting.
I remember from afar that during the Qing Dynasty, there was an idiot who looked at my paintings and read out a poem that has been passed down through the ages."
Speaking of this, Qin Wenying raised her chin slightly, with a beautiful and lonely profile: "I wanted to get up and leave the world of mortals, but my shadow fell into this world.
After waiting for thousands of years, I turned around and smiled, only to blame the person in the fairy painting."
Liu Hou was stunned for a moment. He had heard of this poem before.
It was "Yulin Ling" written by Nalan Xingde, a poet from the Qing Dynasty. At first I thought this poem was poignant and beautiful, like a lonely glass of wine.
It writes all the sadness and helplessness of the world.
Unexpectedly, this poem was written about the person in front of me.
"Did Nalan Xingde, the poet, notice your lonely soul in the painting?"
Liu Hou asked.
Qin Wenying smiled faintly: "Master Liu Hou is indeed very smart. Yes, he was born with a pair of strange eyes. Although he has not practiced Taoism, he can faintly see ghosts and evil things.
I am the fairy in the painting. Although it is no longer a ghost, he can still see something abnormal in the painting.
So he talked to me in front of the painting every day. As time went by, I would also come to him in his dreams and tell him my origins and pain."
Nalan Xingde is a kindhearted person. He regards me as his sister and vows to relieve me of the thousand years of pain.
So he tried hard to find a way to free me from the painting.
Finally one day, he told me that he had found it.
Nalan Xingde found an expert, who was said to be a celebrity in the field of calligraphy and painting collection, and knew some psychic techniques that ordinary people could not do.
He rolled me up and took me to the celebrity's home, begging him to find a way to free me.
But unexpectedly, that was the beginning of my nightmare.
The famous person agreed to Nalan Xingde's request, accepted me, and put me in his collection warehouse.
But fate played another joke on me
The famous collector also has another painting. I believe Daochang Liu has seen that painting in the memory of my husband-in-law.
The painting shows a red river of blood, flowing continuously.
The river bank is covered with flowers from the other side of the river.
Going down the river, there is a faint house at the bend of the river.
I was hung next to that painting.
The first time I saw that painting, I felt that the painting was very scary.
Even I am terrified.
There must be something wrong with that painting.
And that famous person loved that ancient painting so much that he was astonished and would admire it non-stop every day.
Not thinking about food and tea.
Finally one day, that painting made a move on me.
There is something in the painting that bewitches its owner.
The celebrity used a pair of rusty and angry scissors to cut my figure out of the painting.
Painting is my identity, and I was cut off before I could resist.
The celebrity pasted my silhouette on that weird ancient painting.
I was so scared.
I finally saw the true face of that ancient painting.
There is also a painting fairy living in that painting."
Qin Wenying shook her head gently and gritted her white teeth. Even after a hundred years, she was still terrified.
One can imagine how helpless she felt at that time.
"No, to call it a fairy is to praise it.
It is clearly a demon.
The devil in the painting.
That guy lives in a black mansion upstream of the Lethe River in the painting.
He has countless claws and claws in his hands.
It was the one that bewitched the collector and made the celebrity collector cut me into his painting.
It forces me to marry it.
I refuse to obey even to the death.
It keeps torturing me, keeps torturing me, and wants to torture me until I collapse.
In this way, I have been tortured for more than a hundred years.
I have a strong personality, and even though he tortured me in every possible way, I never agreed.
And this painting was passed down by that celebrity to future generations.
It also bequeathed disaster to future generations.
Ancient paintings have the power to confuse people's hearts. Every generation of descendants and masters of famous people will not die a good death.
And the person who gets this painting cannot easily give this painting to others without the permission of the devil in the painting.
Over a hundred years, the years have changed and the world has changed.
The ancient painting changed many owners, and the last owner was the black-faced man who gave the painting to Grandpa Shen Fan.
The black-faced man received this painting by accident.
He is born with a keen sixth sense, which allows him to find many good things.
But this time, his sensitivity hurt him.
The black-faced man thought the painting was a valuable commodity, but he was poisoned by the devil in the painting.
It hurts so much that I don’t want to live.
Under the orders of the devil in the painting, he did many terrible and sinister things.
He spent many years trying to get rid of this painting, but he never found the way.
Until my grandfather took my husband to the Darongshu Ghost Market to look for old objects for ghost marriage.
Only then did the black-faced man see a chance.
He diligently took out the painting because he had no good intentions and wanted to transfer the ancient painting to someone else.
Divert the disaster eastward.
I naturally agree to this ghost marriage.
I wanted to escape from this painting like crazy. I thought this was my chance to escape from the devil in the painting.
But what surprised me was that the devil in the painting didn't object.
He let his grandfather and husband take the painting away.
I was secretly happy that I successfully got married to my husband, thinking that I could transfer my soul into the spirit tablet and escape the torture of the devil in the painting.
But I never thought that I was still naive.
Everything is in the plan of the devil in the painting."
Qin Wenying's chest was rising and falling, and she was a little excited.
She held the flowers of the flower beside her ear in her hand and took a few steps.
After calming down, he continued: "Master Liu Hou, with your intelligence, you should have guessed it.
The devil in the painting has never been able to force me to submit. He deliberately let me leave the ancient painting and deliberately let me get married.
Because we are married, I have weaknesses.
You are no longer alone. From now on, you have people to care about and need protection for."
After saying this, Qin Wenying's beautiful eyes fell gently on Shen Fan's face.
It was also the first time that Shen Fan heard his wife tell the story of the causes and consequences. He did not expect that there were so many secrets in it.
It's sad and sad.
Chapter completed!