Lu Tingxuan sent away An Zi and Lin Jun on the grounds that he had important matters to discuss with the left and right, and An Zi walked very openly, while Lin Jun looked a little twisted. After this toss, he was physically and mentally exhausted, for fear that the ghost-faced monster would come back, and he would not be able to eat and walk away at that time.

"Don't worry, buddy, they're far away and won't come back. The left and right who were standing beside Lu Tingxuan suddenly spoke, as if they had completely seen through Lin Jun's thoughts.

Anzi was taken aback, looking left and right stupidly, not knowing how to answer. I thought to myself that this guy really didn't speak, and his words must be amazing! Looking at him, he should be a few years younger than himself, but I didn't expect to have such a miraculous ability.

"Okay, don't look at it, you won't be able to see a flower anymore!What should you do!" At this time, Lu Tingxuan was a little impatient, he waved his hand, and motioned for Lin Jun to leave quickly.

Lin Jun is also very knowledgeable, mainly because he knows what will happen to his master who annoys him, so he doesn't dare to rub it, and runs to chase Anzi, who has already gone away, when he spreads his legs.

"The surname Zuo, you have also entered the gate of the Lu family, and you are also out in front of me, let's open the skylight and say something!" Lu Tingxuan closed the door, turned on the light, and said in a deep voice.

"What do you say as if I'm a scheming person?" left and right were obviously extremely dissatisfied with Lu Tingxuan's words, he glared at Lu Tingxuan, walked to the front of a few cases, looked up at the painting hanging on the wall, and then continued: "Remember that I am a painter, right?"

"Are you here for this painting?" Lu Tingxuan also followed to the front of several cases, looking up at the person in the painting at the same angle.

"Yes and no. Left and right replied faintly.

"Talking about people!" Lu Tingxuan said with a disdainful expression.

"I also have one of these paintings. He said quietly, and directly placed the wooden box in his hand on a few cases.

Lu Tingxuan's gaze slid to the wooden boxes on several cases, and slowly took out a scroll of paintings from them left and right, and then shook it slightly, and the whole painting was displayed in front of Lu Tingxuan's eyes.

It's exactly the same!

Lu Tingxuan squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the paintings in his left and right hands, trying to find the difference between the two paintings.

"Don't look for it, there is no difference between the two paintings. Left and right said coldly.

"There is no difference, wouldn't that be a miracle, but why did this guy paint two of the same paintings?" Lu Tingxuan said with a little doubt.

"Two, I'm afraid it's more than that!" left and right spread the paintings on several tables, but with the back facing up.

"What do you mean by that?"

Left and right did not answer Lu Tingxuan, but took out a delicate ceramic vial from the close-fitting bag, like the kind of magic pills in martial arts novels. He uncorked the bottle and poured the clear liquid from the bottle evenly over the painting. Then, he stretched out his right hand and gently applied the liquid with his fingers until the whole painting was soaked.

"What's the matter? This painting still hides a mystery?" Lu Tingxuan is always attracted by this kind of slightly mysterious thing, the more mysterious and strange things are, the easier it is to attract his attention, and now in this room, this young man named left and right and the painting have all whetted Lu Tingxuan's appetite.

Left and right still didn't speak, just stared quietly at the painting on the table, and after about two minutes, the back of the painting began to appear dense with strange patterns, which looked like graphics and words.

"Hieroglyphs!" Without waiting for Lu Tingxuan to speak, he took the lead in explaining.

"I just wanted to ask what was in that bottle just now, but since that's the case, you can tell me what these words are all about by the way!" Lu Tingxuan seized the opportunity and slapped his face with a trick, don't you like to speculate on people's hearts? I won't let you guess correctly.

"The white fox saliva is the fox's hara!" said left and right disapplausively, not caring about Lu Tingxuan's provocation at all, and unintentionally countering Lu Tingxuan's army.

"I understand!" Lu Tingxuan spat out two words heavily.

At this time, the back of the scroll is completely covered with the hieroglyphs.

Pointing to the painting left and right, he said: "Before his death, my father turned out the first text, which roughly said that this painting is called Huangquan Guitu, and there are twenty-one paintings in total, which are kept by twenty disciples with different surnames of the owner of the painting. After that, before he could turn it over, he would die with a whimper!"

"Huangquan returns to the map?" Lu Tingxuan whispered these four words, the painting was left to him by his half-hung master, who just told him to live a good life and worship, but he didn't expect that there would be such a secret hidden in it.

"I actually can't understand why such a good word is brought with the word Huangquan, but anything that is stained with these two words is not a good thing. Left and right suddenly sighed.

"That's not necessarily, I think there must be a shocking secret hidden in these paintings, either it's a big treasure, or it's some kind of exercise that can make people escape from birth, old age, sickness and death, what do you think of my statement? Isn't it very appropriate and appropriate?" Lu Tingxuan said with a smile.

He glanced at Lu Tingxuan left and right, and said coldly: "I really don't know how you climbed to this position today?"

"There's a kind of thing called ability! You're still young and don't understand!" Lu Tingxuan said and covered his mouth with a smile, causing another roll of his eyes to throw left and right.

"Take that painting of yours off and take a look!" left and right didn't want to entangle with Lu Tingxuan anymore, so they decisively changed the topic.

Lu Tingxuan also seemed to agree with the left and right views, and took down the painting from the wall with a slight jump, and also spread it on several cases with the reverse side up.

Left and right took out a small bottle from the small bag, skillfully poured the "white fox saliva" onto the painting, and then spread it evenly. After a minute or so, the painting began to change, but unlike the one on the left and right, there were dense hieroglyphs, but only two lines of hieroglyphs appeared in the upper right corner of the whole painting.

It seems that your painting records the surname of the person who kept the twenty-one paintings. Those words came to mind, and they were analyzed.

"It seems that this can only be explained!" Lu Tingxuan nodded in agreement.

"It seems that the only way to get the answer is to collect these twenty-one paintings!" said left and right thoughtfully.

"Huangquan returns to the picture, I really look like I want to see what kind of picture it will be!" Lu Tingxuan's heart was fluttering, he really cared about this matter.

"Let's find someone to translate all the words on the painting first!" said left and right casually.

"Hmm!" Lu Tingxuan nodded lightly, and picked up a few paintings on the case, first looked at the words that he couldn't understand at all, and then turned around and looked at the heroic general on the painting.

The person in the painting seemed to be staring at him as well, and the corners of Lu Tingxuan's mouth were clear.

"What surprise will you bring me?" Lu Tingxuan asked softly to the general in the painting, and then hung the painting back on the wall.

In the mountains at the junction of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, an old man came out of an ancient tomb. On the ground, four tall figures waited quietly for the old man to stretch his waist, and only then did a figure approach him and whisper in his ear.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to meet a person all the way?" the old man suddenly laughed, and reached out in his arms to dig out, and finally took out a scroll.

"It's time to play a good game of chess!" the old man whispered to the scroll.