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"Han Chong."

Wei Yunuo evoked Han Chong's name again, and Han Chong subconsciously agreed. But he clearly didn't dare to continue watching this play, the more he thought about it at this time, the more weird he felt, and he didn't know if his thoughts were going to explode after watching it.

Does Fuxi have something to do with him?

Jiaolong and Jinfeng are related to Fuxi?

In the end, what else does this Jiaolong have that it has not been able to open, and how can Jinfeng and Jiaolong fuse, this qiē made Han Chong no longer in the mood to watch the show.

Buddhism, Taoism, and abilities, I don't know how much I still have on my back!

"Wei Yunuo, I'll go to the bathroom."

Han Chong left the theater early under the pretext of leaving, Wei Yunuo didn't realize Han Chong's inner resistance, and really thought that he was going to the toilet.

Wave your hand. "Go ahead."

Han Chong got up, and he didn't bother Liu Quanzheng and Fang Ting, who were still watching the play.

Although Han Chong didn't look at it, the connection between them that might affect Han Chong for a long time in the future, and even in his dreams, Han Chong dreamed that he had become the incarnation of Fuxi, and he became the next Blue Emperor in his dreams, slaying demons and destroying demons... God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

Back in the room, Han Chong took a good look, the rain was still falling, and the window was forgotten to close, which would cause the rain to drift into the room in the wind and wet the scattered tables.

Han Chong stood by the bed, letting the rain pat on his face, and it took a while to calm down.

Back to the prints again. Han Chong sat down.

He shifted his attention and turned on the perspective the next second.

Continuing to examine the engraving of this New Year painting, this time he focused on the mezzanine of the painting. Because the umbrella will open for no reason, Han Chong doesn't believe that this painting also has a special ability.

So. There must be something greasy in the mezzanine.

Sure enough, looking at the mezzanine, the problem lies precisely in the ink mass.

At this time, the ink balls and ink lines became moist because of the rain, and as soon as the ink was dyed, they gradually showed the shape of umbrellas and rain threads.

It was because of the impregnation of the rain and the increasing humidity that the umbrella gradually opened, and Han Chong understood.

But solving a mystery is not the end. It is precisely with this that more mysteries arise.

Why is the shape of the ink stain the shape of an umbrella and a rain thread, why don't they faint into a piece of flowers, and there is a pattern?

And what exactly is this ink ball? Such a miraculous image can appear.

Countless questions swirled in Han Chong's mind, but unfortunately Han Chong also knew that hundreds of years and thousands of years had passed, and some things might not have answers.

One can only admire the talent of the ancients.

However, Han Chong must do one thing now, that is, to take this painting out of the engraving, and perhaps, there will be new discoveries when he takes it out.

After the decision. Han Chong took a carving knife from his toolkit.

This knife is used for carving, Han Chong can't carve, it stands to reason that there is this knife that seems unexpected.

But actually. When he had kung fu, he would practice wood carving on scrap wood.

Han Chong is a boy who loves to learn, for him, learning is a happy thing, reading, carving, including some other Jianghu skills, Han Chong has asked for himself, and he must practice when he has the opportunity, which is his character.

Hold a carving knife. Carefully pry off the sticky seams along the engraving sticky seams that come out of perspective. Han Chong's movements are subtle and careful, for the paintings inside. There must be no mistakes.

I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until Han Chong made himself sweat profusely that his painting was taken out with difficulty.

Throw the engraving directly into the trash, and then lie on the desk and carefully look at the strange painting that has just appeared.

Although this picture is flat, Han Chong saw the height and distance, the ups and downs of the front and back, which is completely different from the three-dimensional perspective, and has a sense of drenching and immersion.

And in the cold of the river, the figure of the canoe man made people feel the injustice in their hearts even more, and when the sadness came in the next second, Han Chong was a little surprised.

Sure enough, it's a famous painting.

Han Chong tentatively wiped off the moisture on it in the next second, and the umbrella would be silently closed again, and Han Chong couldn't help but be amazed.

After the rain and rain slowly receded in the wetland, it became much smaller, and the river surface became clearer, and the people in the distance, the mountains in the distance and the boats in the distance had another appearance.

Han Chong smiled, if this painting is just a work by Tang Yin, it may be worth millions, but coupled with this unpredictable situation, it is estimated that it is likely to be worth tens of millions.

Looking out the window, the rain was still desperately falling, and it didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, Han Chong approached the window, and the rain that was leaning over Han Chong directly hit the painting with all his heart.

Okay, the rain came because of Han Chong's ability to control water, and when he arrived at the painting, it also rained heavily on the picture, and in the rain, the distant mountains and people became a hazy background, only the rain curtain and the roaring river were clearly visible.

In the sky of the painting, a flash of lightning appeared, although it was silent, but the sudden arrival of the feeling, there was a sound in the ears and a roaring explosion.

The sound seemed to be complaining to God, accusing this world of being so unfair, and that there should be such an undesirable sorrow!

That kind of stubbornness, unwillingness, hurt, leaping on the paper, the artistic conception is so strong and obvious, Han Chong has never felt it from any painting.

Han Chong couldn't help but reddened his eyes, and slowly moved the rain silk away, and with a wave of his hand, the rain silk was already facing the window, galloping like a horse.

And the person in the painting seems to have turned around at this moment, it is a middle-aged man, full of ambition, but he has no choice but to go to the peach blossom dock, saying that he is sending friends, this painting or just sending himself.

Wei Yunuo finished watching the play, but he still didn't see Han Chong come back, and pushed open Han Chong's door a little inquisitively, this time Han Chong was only wearing a pair of pants and had just come out of the shower.

Seeing Wei Yunuo coming in, Han Chong was nothing, who expected Wei Yunuo to shout first, "Why don't you wear clothes?" ”

Wei Yunuo's disgraced appearance covered his face shyly, but Han Chong felt that Wei Yunuo was strange. "I just finished taking a shower, do I have to wrap up a padded jacket and come out again."

Han Chong quickly put on his T-shirt, put on his big pants, and said to Wei Yunuo. "Okay, okay, put on your clothes, I really don't know if you're my girlfriend, see me shirtless like this, what will you do in the future?"

Wei Yunuo suddenly felt that Han Chong was right, he was his girlfriend, why was he so shy.

But I don't know why, maybe it's the girl's shyness, Wei Yunuo was already a little overwhelmed when he saw Han Chong's strong muscles.

"Do you give people a stage of adaptation, okay, okay, I know it's wrong, why don't you take it off again?" Wei Yunuo ghostly pouted. (To be continued)

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