111 picture scrolls

"What's wrong with you?" Yaozi looked back at me with a curious expression. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Her unaware appearance made me believe that the ancient Chinese Qimen Dunjia is comparable to today's science and technology. It's simply an anti-theft door, and it's an identification security door. Obviously, I'm not the kind of person who is not recognized.

"I'm fine, it's just that I've been electrocuted, and my arms are still a little numb." I immediately reacted and replied.

"This door seems to be identifiable, and if I want to push it I have to find an insulator or it will be electrified." As I spoke, I began to look around, but when I looked around, I saw that the place was empty.

Except for the small clear pool not far away, there was a glowing stone overhead, which was difficult to shake.

Yaozi pursed her lips, and then said, "Then why did you only let me in?" Naturally, no one answered this question for her.

She put her hand on the door again, and I watched as it was two or three fingers away from the door. The door creaked open, dust fell, and a burst of cold air came in. This breath is as if it has opened a thousand-year-old tomb, gloomy, and there is darkness inside, Yaozi took the lead in climbing the tall threshold, and then jumped down with a jump, she burrowed into the darkness, without waiting for me at all. I looked at the door since it was open and there was no intention of closing it, it meant that the floor had been closed, just like a person returning to his home, the door was open, and he was waiting for the guests to enter.

I ran with one run, kicked on the threshold in two steps, and plunged into the darkness. But suddenly, I fell to the ground, not because of the abyss below, but because the gap was too large. The threshold is waist-high on the outside, but it is knee-high on the inside. I couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, and I was flashed by this sudden height, and I couldn't get up from lying on the ground for a long time.

At this moment, there was a sudden brightness in front of me. Yaozi was standing not far away, and the brightly lit attic shook my visual nerves. The rafters inside are all painted, and along the beams, one by one the paintings are stretched out, and the beautiful Chinese style paintings may cause a collection frenzy if they are placed outside, but here they are like hanging clothes casually.

"The lights here are all automatically lit, and as soon as the door is open, there will be a burst of lights in three to five minutes." Yaozi said, gesturing to the lantern that hung on the pillar. Only the flame above the lantern was shrouded, and the lampstand below was still exposed, and I understood how it worked. And I slowly approached, touched the layer of powder and wick on the lampstand with one hand, and immediately understood.

"This is the use of yellow phosphorus as fuel, yellow phosphorus ignition point is very low, generally thirty or forty degrees can be burned. And when this gate is closed, all the oxygen is exhausted, and the flame is automatically extinguished. When the gate is opened again, oxygen is convection, and naturally the flame is lit again. Moreover, the flame of yellow phosphorus has a unique color, which makes the paintings in this room even more enchanting. As I spoke, the corners of my mouth began to curl. I didn't expect myself to be so smart, if this was placed in ancient times, such a magical spontaneous combustion must have been regarded as supernatural.

After listening to this, Yaozi was thoughtful but did not speak. I began to look around the space by myself, and countless scrolls spread out like waterfalls, exactly twenty centimeters above the ground. This picture scroll is about 1.5 meters, which makes people have a full view of the picture at a glance. No need to bend over, don't look up, the design is just right.

The closest painting to me was of a man standing on the side of a river. A bridge was full of people, crowded with weapons in their hands. On the opposite side of the drawbridge, a group of people in gowns and peaked hats stood quietly, holding jet-black spears in their hands, and in front of this group of soldiers, a kind of woman knelt on the ground, naked clothes, and several big men with large knives stood with their faces crossed and red scarves on their heads.

This is a scene of confrontation, presumably at the last moment between the two sides, and one side begins to threaten the other with hostages to surrender.

I then looked at the next one, where the tall figure waved and the man on the bridge seemed to be slowly receding. The painting of this painting is excellent, the face and expression of this person are vividly painted, and the helplessness and reluctance in the eyes make people feel admiration from the bottom of their hearts at a glance.

The next painting style changes dramatically, and the whole painting style becomes bloody and dark. Two big men stood beside the man, with large knives in their hands, as if ready to swing and slash at any moment. But this man actually held a long knife and swung it at his neck, and blood splashed everywhere.

In the next picture, a man carries a knife in one hand and a human head in the other. This man looked up to the sky and smiled, as if he had done something terrible. And the body and neck were bleeding three feet, and the surrounding group of people fled in horror, as if they had seen demons and monsters.

Seeing this, I smiled. Isn't this painting the Winged King Shi Dakai, if the picture is not bad, the soldiers in the first painting should be the Qing Dynasty army, and the big river should be the Jinsha River today. Legend has it that he killed himself on the Jinsha River and cut off his head with a knife. This is indeed surprising.

I looked towards the next painting, but I didn't see the expected man descending from the sky, holding a sharp weapon and splitting his soul in two. Instead, a group of people sat together, and someone in the center sat with his eyes squinted, unable to see what he was trying to say.

In the next one, the man pulled out a small box from his bosom. The box is wrapped in yellow bush, and when opened, it is meticulously crafted, and at first glance it is absolutely not ordinary.

In the third, the box was opened. A jasper-like pendant was pulled out of it, and it was the appearance of a child. Seeing this, there was a loud bang in my head, isn't this the thing that grows on the fat man's tongue? Hurriedly looked towards the next one, and saw a person standing at the foot of the high mountain, arching his hands, as if praying for something.

This mountain is cloudy and mist, looks fairy-like, and the mountain is steep, occupying two-thirds of the area of this painting, which is supposed to express a tall one.

The next one, the mountain is still the same mountain. But the person who stood before now fell to his knees, and a person above his head stood on top of the white clouds, which looked like an immortal. The man was holding a small box with the little white jade doll in it. He held Fushen in his hand, and Fushen waved it casually downward, and his mouth was open, as if to say something. (To be continued.) )