Feng Qingxu aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In less than a month, his hair turned completely white and his face was covered with wrinkles, making him look like a hundred-year-old man. As his face became older and older, his spirit became more and more old.
As he gradually recovered, he slept less and less, even less than Wuma Xi.
He often walks back to the space near the giant tree, sits in the cave and looks at the giant tree, letting his thoughts swim aimlessly like a stream of light, just like sitting next to a river, watching memories like falling flowers and leaves, drifting away with the flowing water.
go.
"Alas!" He let out a long sigh, and Wuma Xi's appearance appeared in his mind.
Within this month, he had watched the performance of this young man. Moistened by the rain, it immediately grew at an unstoppable speed, so fast that it caught people off guard.
Feng Qingxu felt a strong sense of powerlessness.
He exhaled, and heard the young man's voice again in his somewhat muddy ears, who came to ask questions again.
Ever since the two formed a tacit understanding of giving and receiving, Wu Maxi had countless questions to ask every day. Often when one problem was solved, another problem would arise, endlessly.
What Feng Qingxu was afraid of was his endless behavior.
He is very smart, but compared with some geniuses, there is still a gap. However, his thirst for knowledge and his perseverance in exploring spirit make his progress firm and endless, and he looks majestic and looks like an isolated and dangerous tree.
The green pines on the cliff are full of upward power.
This is a young man who can touch the infinite. No wonder his old friend Tai Yin likes him so much.
No one in Lao Feng's family can see his back anymore.
Wu Maxi quickly came to Feng Qingxu and handed the light yellow paper in his hand to Feng Qingxu. There were four questions on it, two about traps and two about the basis of artistic conception. Feng Qingxu put back his messy thoughts.
He took the questions, thought for a moment, and began to explain to Wu Ma Xi.
Feng Qingxu’s explanation was very serious and did not include any deliberate mistakes. Artistic conception is a very rigorous science. If you want to adulterate it, it is like mixing a grain of sand into a grain of rice. It is easy.
Chew it out.
Wu Maxi was very wary of him. He would ask for the source of the theory for every question and review it himself. These days of in-depth study made his theory of artistic conception clearer and clearer, and many originally vague theories were gradually clarified.
The two of them asked and answered questions, and the questions gradually became clearer and deeper.
About an hour later, the teaching finally ended. Fengqing was a little tired. He sat leaning against the stone wall behind him and asked: "How many years have you studied three-dimensional structure?"
"Twelve years." Wu Ma Xi said calmly.
Feng Qingxu lowered his eyes, seeming to realize something, and said: "Old Lei is really good to you!"
Wuma Xi looked a little sad, but he quickly realized that Feng Qingxu's words came a bit unexpectedly. He looked at Feng Qingxu, and saw him sitting against the stone wall, looking at the giant tree.
After a long time, Feng Qingxu suddenly said: "Do you know the origin of this tree?"
Wu Maxi cast his gaze on the giant tree and said, "This is unheard of."
"A few years ago, I read the "Travel Notes of Mountains and Seas" written by Yehuzhai Master. There are similar records in it. In the East China Sea, there is an island called Huana Island. There is a kind of monster on it called a spirit demon, which turns into a monster during the day.
A big tree turns into a bat at night and sucks human blood. People sucked by it will age quickly." Feng Qingxu's tone was calm, as if he was talking about an extremely ordinary thing, "Look, this kind of spirit demon, isn't it?
Does it look similar to the monster in front of you?"
Wu Maxi looked at the giant tree in front of her and said nothing.
Feng Qingxu didn't wait for his answer, and then asked: "Did you catch your eight legs here too?"
Wu Maxi said: "Yes."
"That's a foreign object. As for whether it's a treasure or a disaster, I can't tell." Feng Qingxu closed his eyes and sat leaning against the stone wall. After a while, he opened his eyes, looked at Wuma Xi and said, "Can you help me?"
Do something?”
Wu Ma Xi glanced at him, thought for a moment and nodded.
These days, Feng Qingxu has been teaching with all his heart. Although he knows that he has ulterior motives, Wu Maxi still appreciates his kindness.
Feng Qingxu took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Wuma Xi, saying: "My only relative in this world is my brother, who is Yuan Zhang's father. I want to ask you to bring a letter to Wu Ma Xi for me."
he."
Wu Maxi held the envelope with a suspicious look in her eyes, staring at the envelope in her hand without moving.
Feng Qingxu smiled slightly and said: "My brother is a painter and does not know any artistic conception. If you are worried, you can also read this letter first. There is nothing detrimental to you in it."
Wuma Xi nodded, put the letter into the Xiang Ring, and prepared to turn around and leave. He still had many study tasks.
Feng Qingxu sat facing the giant tree, sighed, and said: "After living and working hard all my life, when I die, the only thing left in this world is this letter."
Wu Maxi turned around when he heard the sound, looked at Feng Qingxu's back, and suddenly felt a sense of autumn. He took out a piece of animal skin from the elephant ring, put it on Feng Qingxu, and turned to leave.
Feng Qingxu listened to his footsteps walking away and murmured: "He is a warm and poisonous snake! Lao Lei, I really should learn from you and find a successor."
After returning to the stone room, Wu Maxi immediately took out Feng Qingxu's envelope and looked at it carefully.
Although the two seemed to be harmonious during the teaching process, Wu Maxi knew that hatred was not so easy to resolve. Moreover, Feng Qingxu's teaching was heavily biased towards trap studies and environment introduction. Although he did not know what his intentions were,
But Wu Maxi knew that there must be something hidden here.
The envelope was turned over and looked over several times, but there was nothing unusual.
Wu Maxi took out the letter paper inside, and there were lines of strong handwriting on it, just like Feng Qingxu's temperament.
My brother is like:
Will we be healthy after being apart for several months? When the withered leaves are falling, in my dreams every night, my brother's face is clear and real, but when I touch it, it is all illusion. Every night when I dream back, I can't hold back my tears. I still remember it.
When I was a child, I played with my brother in the creek to the east of the village, swimming with fishes and playing in the water. It was just like yesterday.
…
The past cannot be traced, and the road ahead is still unclear! My brother encountered an accident in Xiqu, and Yuan Zhang and I were both unavoidable. It is difficult to write the letter, for fear that my brother will be sad and hurt himself. The person who sent the letter is a friend of Yuan Zhang, and he also misses the year for my brother.
He is a kind person and knows righteousness. Brother, you can ask him about his situation in detail. The fall of autumn leaves is the time, the passing of the Lanjiang River is the trend. The change of the times is the way of heaven. Do not be sad, if your brother
My body is ailing because of this, and my brother is in trouble!
My younger brother, Qingxu, the year and month are unknown.
This letter was written with so much sadness that even Wu Ma Xi was a little moved.
The letter did not mention the fact that he had killed the uncle and nephew. It seemed that he hoped that the hatred would end with him. Judging from Feng Qingxu's temper, he was not someone who let go of hatred so easily.
Wu Ma Xi considered every word in the letter and carefully checked the inside and outside of the envelope, but found nothing unusual. There should be no tricks hidden by Feng Qingxu in this letter. Wu Ma Xi thought for a long time and took the letter back.
Xiang Jie. This matter is not too urgent. You can think about it slowly after you go out.
He took out the "Rule of Artistic Conception Analysis" and began to study the theory of artistic conception analysis. In the past few days, his learning progress was very fast, and he had already begun to come into contact with the calculus analysis method, which had already surpassed Guan Xunxian's progress.
After sinking into studying, I don’t know how much time passed.
Wu Ma Xi quickly piled up three more questions, wrote them down on paper, and went to ask Feng Qingxu for advice. During the two people's teaching, Feng Qingxu would only take the initiative to teach traps and traps, but for Wu Ma Xi's question
Other questions are also answered.
Passing through the undulating cave, we soon arrived at Feng Qingxu, only to see him staring at the space between the giant trees and muttering to himself: "I see, that's it!" From the tone of his voice, he seemed to have discovered something.
.
Wu Ma Xi's eyes immediately became sharp. He took out a single lamp and followed Feng Qingxu's gaze. He saw a series of footprints under the light. Due to Wu Jiao's treasure hunting operation, the ground was covered with a layer of soil.
, making this series of footprints clear and distinct. If you look closely at the trajectory, you will find that you came out of the cave from where you came from and entered a cave on the opposite half wall. The cave is four meters high and has a regular shape. It is the one Wuma Xi originally selected.
Besides Chi Mo, who else could be passing by here at this time?
He was able to pass through this iron tree hell safely without causing any disturbance. There must be some method involved. Feng Qingxu kept saying "I see", so he must have known this method.
Wuma Xi stared at the entrance of the cave, feeling resentful in his heart. Chimo was the murderer of Ruyi. As long as he was alive, Wuma Xi could not feel at peace in his heart. He withdrew his gaze, stared at Feng Qingxu and asked
: "How did he get there?"
Feng Qingxu smiled bitterly and said, "Don't ask, even if I say so, do you dare to try?"
The giant tree space is extremely dangerous. As long as what Feng Qingxu said is even slightly untrue, Wu Ma Xi is likely to die in it. And based on the relationship between Wu Ma Xi and Feng Qingxu, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not play tricks.
His feverish mind seemed to have been showered with ice water. He took two deep breaths. Countless thoughts flowed through his mind like lightning, but he still couldn't give up. He stared at Feng Qingxu, his eyes were cold, and he said decisively: "Say!"
Feng Qingxu closed his eyes, leaned his head on the stone wall behind him, and said nothing.
Wu Ma Xi looked at his expression and knew that she could not pry his mouth open. For a dying person, many methods were useless to him. Wu Ma Xi closed his eyes, his chest heaving uneasily.
After a long time, Feng Qingxu's voice sounded, with a vague feeling: "Young man, I will teach you to be a good boy. You must think twice before you act in the future."
Wu Maxi opened her eyes and stared at Feng Qingxu, only to see that his eyes were still closed and his face was calm, as if he had entered eternal tranquility.
Wuma Xi sat down next to him. After a while, the corpse driver's instinct noticed that something was wrong. He stretched out his hand to detect Feng Qingxu's breathing and found that his breathing had stopped.