True to his word, Chen Hui stayed in Song Yang's room that day, stared at it, and forced Song Yang to "ask for meaning in the painting."
With the guidance of a great master, this was an opportunity that others dreamed of, but Song Yang complained endlessly. Not to mention preparing for the general election, this 'guidance' alone was of no use to him... Chen Hui only
Allow him to draw the sun.
Chen Hui's practice of bowing is called "Puzhao", which is astonishingly powerful. He has to look at the sun and draw the sun to seek meaning; but Song Yang practices dragon bird, which is completely different from Chen Hui's approach, constantly drawing the sun.
For Song Yang, it was purely a matter of seeking fish from a tree.
It's not enough if he doesn't paint, unless Song Yang tells the truth to the great master.
Song Yang hesitated, and finally sighed, without saying anything else. He polished the paper and drew the 'ink' sun. He turned to another thought in his mind, carefully pondering the truth of his speech during the election.
.
When the first "Songyang Sunset Picture" was finished and sent to Chen Hui, the great master was obviously stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.
Song Yang smiled helplessly: "The painting is ugly?" The black sun on the paper is indeed not very round.
Chen Hui shook his head and did not comment. He just said: "Draw again."
For more than ten days in a row, it was like this every day. Song Yang was thinking about the general election and drawing absentmindedly at the same time. Chen Hui didn't press too hard. As long as Song Yang was willing to draw, it would be fine. When he finished drawing, he
Just take a quick look and say: Continue painting... Until on the 30th night of the first lunar month, after Song Yang had finished painting another dark and messy sunset, Chen Hui suddenly burst into laughter.
Song Yang looked overjoyed and the other party smiled. Maybe he drew the sun that he was satisfied with by mistake...
Chen Hui stood up and walked to another table, on which there were stacks of drawings, all of which were Song Yang's sun. Chen Fa picked up all the drawings and threw them to the ground: "In the past few days, you have drawn a total of
I have painted two hundred and thirty-seven sunsets. Now if you look at them from the beginning, what can you notice?"
Song Yang looked at his 'calligraphy treasures' all over the floor and shook his head in confusion.
"Can't you see?" Chen Hui continued to smile: "I have some understanding. You have been absent-minded these past few days. I don't know what is on your mind... This is good. If you were not absent-minded, your 'aura' would not be in the painting.
Leak it out.”
As he spoke, Chen Hui slowly shook his head: "There are more than two hundred paintings, and there is a domineering and violent air in the brushstrokes. It doesn't look like this skill. Only then did I know that besides Luo Shaoxia,
My surname is Chen, and I also became a disciple of an expert from another family."
The smile on Chen Hui's face faded, and when he looked at Song Yang, his eyes became complicated - first angry, then sad, and in the end... distressed.
"I did not set the rules, nor can I change them," Chen Hui said in a low voice, "Luo Guan, please tell me your last wish."
Will unintentional graffiti reveal his martial arts? Song Yang had never thought of such a thing, but as a great master, Chen Hui's eyes were so sharp. In addition, he had been seeking meaning from the paintings for ten years. After a few days, he had already seen
Be clear.
Even though Song Yang was astute, he didn't know how to explain it now. He had a wry smile on his face and kept trying to find a suitable explanation in his mind, but Chen Hui refused to wait any longer: "No? That's it."
With that said, he stepped forward and pressed his palm lightly on the top of Song Yang's head.
There was a vital point on his head. Even if Chen Hui's current strength was only top-grade, he would only die if he hit him. Song Yang wouldn't dare not to hide. He quickly retreated and said urgently: "Listen to me."
But as soon as Chen Huicai raised his hand, he stood there blankly. It was only at this moment and when he was using his energy that he suddenly realized that his cultivation was no longer that of a top-level master!
The old man's face was full of surprise and fear. Feeling his inner breath, he stared at the palm of his hand. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Song Yang. His eyes gradually changed from bright to turbid, and not long after, from turbid to turbid again.
It felt clear, but the next moment, that clarity suddenly disappeared! There was only confusion, only chaos. Chen Hui shouted angrily: "You are not Luo Guan, who are you?"
Without waiting for Song Yang to answer, Chen Hui flew into a rage and started beating hysterically in the room! Until he punched the last chair to pieces, Chen Hui couldn't find anything to vent his anger and walked around the room...
...turning around like crazy. The direction in front of him has been completely distorted. The scattered memories in his mind are like being stabbed by a knife. Chen Hui is irritable but confused, and there is fear rising from the bottom of his heart. He can't distinguish anything.
I can't figure anything out, everything is in a mess!
Finally, Chen Hui fell to the ground, then held his head with both hands, curled up into a ball, and trembled like chaff. Song Yang quickly rushed to catch him, trying to help him up, but as soon as his fingers touched Chen Hui, the other party
He jumped up suddenly, stretched out his hand to throw him away, and shouted sternly: "Get away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Hui strode out of the house and walked away. Song Yang was worried that something would happen to him and immediately followed him, but Chen Hui did not leave the post house, but just went back to his room.
Song Yang waited outside for a while, and was a little relieved when he saw that he was not leaving anymore. He returned to his residence with a wry smile... There was no solution to Chen Hui's matter, and there was no way.
It was already midnight. Because Chen Fa went crazy, the entire post house was alarmed. Everyone got up and held lamps to inquire about the cause. In Phoenix City, there was another place that was as brightly lit as the post house - the Punishment Department.
Mr. Du rarely loses his temper with his subordinates, and this time was no exception. He just sat in the lobby of his yamen and said nothing until dawn. It has been like this every day since the Armillary Sphere case was launched. But he did not leave.
Which official in the Ministry of Punishment dares to take a shift and ask for leave? The people responsible for investigating the case work day and night to track down clues. The criminal arrests who have nothing to do with this case do not dare to relax.
No one dares to be idle at this moment.
Suddenly, Tang Ham ran from outside, sweating profusely and his face beaming with joy. As soon as he entered the main hall, he shouted in succession: "Master Qi, I found it. After searching, I found it!"
Mr. Du said indifferently: "What did you find?"
Tang Ham stood still, bowed and saluted, and kept talking: "We found the victim! Someone recognized Song Yang's portrait."
Lord Du, as always, didn't have much expression on his face. He just glanced at him with bloodshot eyes: "If someone recognizes the portrait, it doesn't necessarily mean he recognizes the sufferer."
There was a hefty reward on the notice for identifying the corpse. On the day it was first sent out, more than a dozen people came to the Ministry of Punishment and said they recognized the victim who was laughing and laughing. After some review, half of them really identified the wrong person, and the other half simply came to touch him.
Luck makes money.
Tang Hamang ran too fast in front and was still out of breath. He immediately shook his head after hearing this: "It's true this time. The brothers are focusing on the identity of this suffering master and tracing his interpersonal relationships. They have already pinned it on a small official in the Armillary Sphere Supervisor.
That little official is very motivated..."
"Where are the people now?"
Tang Ham knew that Shangshu was referring to the suspect: "He has been detained quietly and has not been interrogated yet, but it should be correct! Don't worry, sir, this case must have been solved."
Mr. Du nodded, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again: "No one is allowed to tell anyone about solving the case these days. If you dare to say even a word, just pull out your tongue."
Tang Ham was stunned for a moment, not daring to ask any more questions. He bowed and obeyed the order and then left.
"Prepare the sedan and return home." Mr. Du also stood up and ordered his subordinates outside.
An hour later, the secret report from the Ministry of Justice was sent directly to his house. The suspect confessed and all the relevant details were confirmed. In response to this, Mr. Du did not even smile. He tore up the secret report and went back to the room to continue sleeping.
In the early morning court of Tianlai, when faced with the emperor's questioning again, the Minister of Punishment did not tell the truth directly, but only asked Emperor Honglong for a few more days of grace.
A major case that shocked the government and the public was finally solved, but Du Shangshu covered it up with one hand.