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Besides, he bowed down again and again to apologize, but there was a child's funny expression on his face.

Weng Yanling was not convinced, shook his spirits, and walked up with the momentum that I can live for another five hundred years.

Besides, with a wry smile, to be honest, it's easy to offend people, even if you really think about the other party.

This is only known in the heart. Weng Yanling came up, if he was sucked up, it would be easy to pull him away, Tang Bohu was different, even if he could pull him away, it was estimated that a lot of essence would be sucked away, and it would be difficult to predict what would happen at that time.

The least afraid of being ** yuan is besides, because the essence of the character on the painting is originally his, he can get rid of it at any time, or stop it at any time.

Weng Yanling stretched out his hand to the painting, but when he approached the canvas, his hand stopped in mid-air, and he clearly felt that there was indeed a momentum flowing, as if it was attracting the essence and blood in his body.

He was surprised, but he didn't dare to make a touch, but his mind couldn't turn for a while: how could there be such an evil thing? He already decided in his heart that this must be some kind of trick he was playing, and the street jugglers and jugglers would also do these side ways.

"I said could you stay away?!" Weng Yanling thought that he was making a mistake, and said to him angrily.

"Yes, yes." And take three steps back.

"Farther away." Weng Yanling felt that it was not enough.

Besides, with a sigh, he had to take three steps back again, but he was prepared in his heart, and once there was any change, he immediately flew up to save people. He couldn't say what would happen.

Weng Yanling saw that the distance was enough, so he was relieved to touch his fingers on the canvas.

In view of the fact that the painting is of a girl's house, for fear that people will say that he is not serious, he also deliberately avoided the body of the portrait and only touched the skirt of the figure.

As soon as his fingers touched the portrait, he screamed in pain, feeling as if his fingers had been bitten, and he could even feel the blood and essence gushing out of his fingers.

Most of the onlookers watched with an attitude of disbelief, but at this time, they were so frightened by his shout that they forgot what to do for a while.

Zhou Dingcheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward, preparing to pull Weng Yanling away, but he had already rushed up one step ahead of him and pulled Weng Yanling away.

In an instant, Weng Yanling was like riding a roller coaster, giving birth to a feeling of escaping from the danger of the ghost gate, frightened to the point that his soul was not possessed, and his body was like a sieve, if he hadn't helped him hard, he might have fallen to the ground in a plop.

"What's going on?" Zhou Dingcheng was also frightened by this scene, and his face changed greatly.

"I can't say for sure, it shouldn't be like this." Besides, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and he didn't dare to let go of Weng Yanling with both hands.

"You don't know what you painted?" Zhou Dingcheng airway.

"I said I don't know, why don't you try it yourself." Besides, there is no good airway.

Zhou Dingcheng looked at the painting in front of him, and suddenly involuntarily shuddered, and didn't dare to try it easily.

At this time, Sun Guangshao, Shen Boyong, Chen Musa and others also hurriedly came up to check on Weng Yanling's situation.

"What's the matter, Weng Lao?" Shen Boyong asked.

"Oh, I'm fine, this painting is a ghost, it can suck people's blood." Weng Yanling's face turned pale and said in a low voice.

"Is that really the case?"

Everyone was stunned. Weng Yanling is the most unbelieving person, since he personally tried it and said, "This painting is a ghost", others naturally believed it, and no one dared to defy the law and then touch and experience.

"Hurry up and burn this painting, you can't keep it, it's not a painting, it's a ghost, it's a demon." Weng Yanling gradually regained his strength and shouted desperately.

"You say burn it, why do you say burn?" Zhou Dingcheng quit, but his opposition was not high, and his attitude was not very firm. If a painting is really a demon, perhaps burning it is the best choice.

"Can't burn, give it to me!" Tang Bohu rushed up and was about to grab the painting.

"Brother Bohu, calm down, this painting can suck people's blood." And stop him.

"I'm not afraid, I like it, what's the matter, now this painting can be given to me, or that sentence, as long as the painting is given to me, I admit defeat, and I don't need to score again." Tang Bohu excitedly looked at the flowing appearance of Qiu Xiang on the painting, as if his heart had melted into it.

"Alas, boy, it's nothing to do with you, I have already ordered this painting, no one wants to rob me." Zhou Dingcheng didn't say a word, he stood in front of the painting like a door god, not letting anyone approach.

Regardless of whether he is a demon or a ghost, he is a master disciple of the Wudang faction, and he is never afraid of demons and monsters.

"Besides, what's going on?" Chen Musa also became serious, if this matter is not understood, it will have too much impact if it is passed out, who knows what the legend will be in the end, in case it is troublesome to know the demon law, the most taboo in the court is the word demon law.

"I can't say right now." Besides, the brain is running fast, arranging how to round this lie, telling the truth is definitely not good, once the explanation does not make sense, it will also cause ambiguity.

"I kind of get it." Zhou Dingcheng suddenly realized.

"What do you understand?" Sun Guangshao said angrily.

Zhou Dingcheng said with a smile: "Besides, this painting method is a self-taught finishing touch, I have been pondering this technique since I started painting, but I have not been able to enter the door until now, but I have touched some doorways." I now understand a little bit, the eye-dotting method is like a Taoist talisman, which can seduce the power of heaven and earth, so it will cause visions. ”

"Well, there is some truth in this statement, the power of heaven and earth does exist." Chen Musa nodded.

It is an ingenious method to rely on the Taoist talisman, Taoism is now the state religion, and no one dares to say that it is a demon law, Chen Musa praised Zhou Dingcheng's adaptability in his heart, this turn is too wonderful.

"Well, I think that's the truth too." Besides, he smiled and echoed.

"You don't understand the truth of your own paintings?" The official of the Ministry of Rites said with a smile.

"I came out of it blindly, I don't know why it is, and I really don't know what the truth is." Besides, this statement is half true and half false.

Zhou Dingcheng continued: "I didn't think about the eye-catching method on the Taoist talisman, after all, I haven't really seen Master Gu paint, I thought it was a legend, but now that I see this painting, I understand it." The talisman drawn by the Heavenly Master taught several Heavenly Masters really has the function of driving away ghosts and warding off evil spirits, which is similar to the principle of this painting. Of course, a talisman is a talisman, a painting is a painting, and the function is not exactly the same. ”

Everyone thought about it, Zhou Dingcheng's words were not unreasonable, but no one had tried whether the Taoist talisman could absorb people's essence and blood. What's more, the talisman drawn by the Heavenly Master Sect Master cannot be touched by people of their level at all, and only important ministers of the imperial court have this honor.

"Nonsense, the eye-dotting method is the highest level of painting skills, how can it be compared with Taoist talismans." Sun Guangshao scolded angrily, he felt greatly insulted.

Although he is only a connoisseur, not a painter, he has a heartfelt respect for the art of calligraphy and painting, even if he compares it with the Heavenly Master Sect Master.

"Then please explain, how does the dragon painted by Master Gu Kaizhi hook the power of heaven and earth thunder, and how can the dragon painted on the wall break through the wall and fly away?" Zhou Dingcheng asked.

"This ......" Sun Guangshao really can't explain it, and he can't say that it's just a legend, after all, the finishing touch is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Besides, I didn't pay attention to them at this time, but carefully experienced the characters on the painting, and finally determined that the autumn fragrance on the painting was just a flow of essence, and there was no consciousness lurking, so I was slightly relieved.

If he can really draw a living body, the problem will be serious, and the original complete world view will be shattered in an instant.

However, there is another possibility, if you don't hold it down in time, the painting may fly away, if it is at night, you encounter a lonely ghost floating in the air, maybe it will be integrated into the characters on the painting, maybe you really have a sense of life, if you slowly absorb the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon, will it really give birth to bones and flesh, and become a real life body? Or become a conscious essence life form?

Besides, my heart was a little cold, and I didn't dare to continue thinking about it, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, anyway, I wouldn't do this kind of thing in the future. This is too evil, so don't learn it.

He originally thought that Gu Kaizhi's finishing touch was just a legend and a rendered story, but now it seems that it may be true, although there are exaggerated elements, but it must not be believed.

"Don't worry about the ancients there, let's talk about what to do now." Chen Musa called a halt to the dispute between the two.

"Originally, it was a comparison of paintings, but now that this painting is a ghost painting, how can it be compared? Ghost paintings don't count, so you can only judge that you lose. ”

Weng Yanling only recovered a little at this time, he still felt very weak, if he hadn't pulled him away quickly, he might have lost half his life, but he would never be grateful for this Besides, these things were all caused by this little bastard.

"It's not fair, how can I say that this is also a painting, and if it is a painting, it can be compared." Lian Daning couldn't help but interject.

"It's like, I think this painting is pretty good, can't it be covered with a picture? Usually cover it, take it down when you want to see it, and be careful not to touch it. If Lord Zhou doesn't want it, I want it all. The official of the Ministry of Rites also strongly supported the situation.

"I have a way to make it a normal painting."

Besides, he suddenly thought of a way, and took out a brocade box from his sleeve, which was the set of gold needles that his family had handed down.

He took out a few golden needles and pierced them into the painting, using the method of cutting off the pulse and locking the acupoints in acupuncture.

Although this is only a portrait, it is still drawn according to the strict human body, so it can also find out the eight veins of the strange meridians, one hundred and eight key points, and it can also be used to perform the technique of golden needles.

Everyone looks stupid, why do you come out again, and you have to prick needles for the portrait to cure the disease? What is this bastard in his head?