"Creak..." With a sound, the old man's head came back again, looking at the house to the west in a daze.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Grandpa looked at the old man who had left and returned. He didn't know why this old man had just gone out and then came back. He was still staring blankly at the wall of the west room.
"Has this painting always been there?" The old man pointed to an ink painting on the wall. It has a green cypress as the base, a river as the boundary, and seven bamboos as the main feature. There is no inscription, but this painting
It doesn't feel very ancient, nor is it written by a famous artist, but it is quite artistic and has an indescribable mystery.
"I painted this myself. It has been hanging here since it was framed. It has been seven years since I thought about it." Grandpa stood up, walked to the painting, and looked at the green cypress river and the water on the painting.
A few bamboo trees.
"Haha, the painting is quite beautiful." The old man looked at the painting and nodded with a smile.
"Brother, you still know how to draw?" Grandpa looked at the boss with some surprise. The boss was dressed like a hunter no matter how he looked. He didn't expect that he could also draw. It's true that a person can't be judged by his appearance.
"What do I know? I just think this painting is pretty and comfortable to look at." The old man quickly smiled and shook his head, denying that he knew anything about painting.
"I..." Grandpa was a little disappointed. He thought that this old brother was a strange hermit who lived in seclusion. When he saw the old man denying it, he would inevitably be a little disappointed.
"Okay, you can keep an eye on the child while I go out and take a look." After the old man said that, he turned and left the west room, walked out of the door, and never looked at the painting again.
"Squeak..." The old man walked out of the door of the main house and closed the door with his backhand. He stood at the door with his eyes closed and just thought about everything just now. He didn't find what he was looking for, and he didn't know what he was looking for.
It's not an illusion.
"Dad, what's wrong?" The fourth child saw his father coming out. He didn't speak or move. He just stood at the door. He didn't know what happened to his father, so he quickly stepped forward carefully and asked softly.
"Hey, it's okay. Did you tell your elder brother?" Lao opened his eyes and looked at his fourth son beside him, and sighed softly.
"Say, the eldest brother came here just now. I told him to continue guarding the door." The fourth child nodded and told him that the eldest brother came here just now. The eldest brother came here.
The third child has already led his people to continue repairing the gate. I don’t know if anything else will come. Let’s repair the gate first. If everything is fine after dawn, let the Wu family quickly build a new gate, but now we must use it.
First seal the door with a wooden board.
"Well, you can go up and continue to guard the top." The old man pointed his head upward with his hand, indicating that the fourth man could go back to the roof and no longer need to guard the door here.
"Okay, dad, I'll go up first." The fourth child responded, turned around and found a corner, exerted force with his feet and waist, stepped on the wall a few times, borrowed some strength, and reached out to grab it.
After struggling with the cornices on the eaves, he climbed onto the roof and stood firmly on the edge of the eaves, looking at the boss with a smile.
"Hey, I hope what the expert said is true. This child is a man of great fortune. Otherwise, I really don't know what to do." The old man sighed and felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He went in to investigate.
I didn't find anything wrong with it. This is the biggest problem. Even though the magnetic balls are ringing, there is nothing abnormal when I go in. Isn't this strange? Moreover, the two door god statues on the main entrance of the Wu family are broken.
, this is too strange.
In the main room of the Wu family courtyard, my grandfather stroked his short beard and looked at the painting in front of him. Why did this painting feel weird? There was a sense of mystery just now, but now the sense of mystery is getting weaker and weaker. I feel like this
The painting is not that good either. Although this painting can be regarded as my favorite work, but because of this, I know this painting too well and I don’t have the mysterious feeling just now. The current state of this painting is right
Yes, it’s just an ordinary painting.
"Huh...?, one, two, three, four, five, six, six bamboos? How do you remember that you just saw seven bamboos? You are too old?" Grandpa looked at the bamboos in the painting doubtfully, questioning whether he had just seen them.
Didn't I see it wrong? It seemed like there were seven pillars just now?
"Let me tell you, be careful and find an inconspicuous place to hide in the painting. It turns into bamboo. You can't imagine it. Fortunately, this old man is not good at math and memory." A white
Colorful light mist floated around the fox's body. It tilted its head and floated in mid-air. It kept scolding a dragon beside it. The dragon's body was filled with mist. The dragon's head looked at the spirit fox with sideways eyes.
"It's better for you. If your illusion wasn't disrupted by the old man's sudden return, I would hide. You'd be better off. You turned around and hid in the painting, found a strange rock to hide in, and didn't care about me. What should I do?
, can’t you just enter the painting and turn into bamboo? You still have the nerve to scold me." Jiaolong was not the one who suffered the loss, so he opened his mouth and counterattacked.
The two spirit beasts were hiding in the west room just now. When the spirit fox saw that the old man was gone, he set out to go to the middle room. First, he arranged illusions to confuse the old man, make him sleep or prevent him from doing anything.
Just isolate the old man from the east room so that he can't notice what happened in the east room. Who would have known that before he left, the old man would come back again and again, catching Linghu off guard and performing an illusion.
The dragon became unstable and had no other choice, so it got into the painting and found a boulder next to the cypress to hide. Seeing that something was wrong, the dragon also entered the painting and turned into a bamboo.
, the water vapor around me couldn't hide it, so it melted directly into the river, so I always put my head in and looked at the painting and felt something was wrong. I always felt that this painting had a mysterious feeling, not to mention that the three main subjects were all attached to spiritual objects.
That is, if the painting can get a little spiritual light or a little spiritual thing attached to it, it will create a sense of mystery, and people will unconsciously feel that it is a good painting, and the more they look at it, the more they will like it.
"Hurry up, why are you talking so much?" The spirit fox raised its head and walked towards the main room arrogantly. As it walked, it kept setting up illusions so that grandpa could not notice it. What it said to Jiaolong was not heard by others.
Not enough.
"Hmph..., stinky fox..." Jiaolong did not intend to continue quarreling with the spirit fox. After all, he had to rely on the fox to lure the children of the Yue family out. Otherwise, he would not dare to break in. The realgar, cinnabar and those on the ground
There were small black particles. Although he didn't know what they were, the smell he didn't like kept stimulating it.
"Okay, look at the old man, I'll lead this kid out." The spirit fox came to the main room in mid-air, and was busy with the east room for a while, and finally pulled the east room into his world of illusion, and let him
The main room and the east room in the middle were divided. Originally, it was just a matter of confusing the old man and the child. In fact, it was very simple. It didn't take so much effort. The Japanese samurai sword was in the way. Whenever the fox tried to use it on the old man.
During the illusion, the murderous aura on the samurai sword will instantly break the spell, causing the fox to only perform illusions according to the space, but a lot of effort and means were wasted.