Luo Fan nodded: "Yes, it is common for people in the world to worship Guanyin in their homes, and my painting clan only believes in Shao Si's order, so it is normal that I have not seen such words." ”

"Senior Luo Fan, do you know what is written in Sanskrit on this silk?" An Ruyue asked with burning eyes.

Luo Fan sighed: "Although these fonts are Sanskrit, the expressions are too old and obscure, and I can only understand one percent, and I really don't know what the rest ninety percent means." ”

"How is this good?" An Ruyue suddenly muttered in frustration, it felt like getting a treasure map, but the map did not indicate the route, so anxious that people stared.

"Senior Luo Fan, why don't you tell us the one you can understand first, and we'll figure out how to do the rest in the future. Aunt Hui suggested on the side.

Luo Fan smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "The content I can understand is the same as not saying it." This is a truth that all people of our clan know, which is the so-called 'it is difficult to paint the gods with a look and a hard time to paint the skin and bones'. There is also what the purple-clothed fairy said before, if you want to draw a soul, in addition to profound mana, you also need to see all kinds of situations in the world and experience love and hatred. ”

"Isn't it...... It's really the same as not saying it. No, it's even more panicked. An Ruyue drooped her head dejectedly, and secretly sighed in her heart that her little prince's life was miserable.

For more than ten years, he has been looking for the whereabouts of Hua Allure, but when he found her, he didn't dare to reveal his identity to her. finally clarified all the misunderstandings in the past, and Hua Allure was also willing to recreate his soul for him, but he never thought that all this was just the beginning.

A flash of loss flashed in the beautiful eyes of the painting Allure, but soon, her mind suddenly flashed with a blank face. She couldn't help frowning, maybe her brother would understand the meaning of these Sanskrit words?

"I think it's better to wait for Brother Wunian to wake up and show him this silk. Maybe he had a way of knowing what was written on it. The painting fell out softly, blurting out what was in his heart.

Hearing this, An Ruyue cast a puzzled look at the painting Allure, and then her gaze changed from doubt to abruptness, and then from abruptness to disagreement: "Does the girl in Allure want the little prince to use the Thousand Machines Pavilion to find out the content of this silk? ”

Painting Allure was slightly stunned: "Ah? I haven't really thought about using the Thousand Machines Pavilion to look up these Sanskrit texts." I just think...... Brother Wunian seems to be able to understand the content of this silk. ”

"Won't you...... I've been by the little prince's side since he was born, I don't remember him studying this......" An Ruyue held her chin with one hand, trying to recall what Cang Wunian had been doing all these years.

"Let's wait for him to see it, we can't guess here, and we can't guess why. Luo Fan put the silk back into the hand of Hua Chengcheng, and then said: "If this silk really records the location of those treasures of heaven and earth, I'm afraid we have to prepare to embark on a journey to find treasures." ”

Leaving the back mountain, the painting Allure returned to his room. Looking at the calm sleeping face on the bed, Hua Allure only felt all kinds of tastes in his heart.

When she didn't know his true identity, she only thought that he must be a man of outstanding ability, perhaps with a good background, and had received a good upbringing since childhood. And she is just a wild girl who has lived in the barren mountains and wilderness since she was a child and doesn't know anything, and from the bottom of her heart, she feels that she is not worthy of him.

When he knew that he was not a human race, but a prince of the Shura realm, that sense of distance was no longer something that could be described by the difference between cloud and mud. If it weren't for the fact that he encountered an accident when he was a child and lost his soul, they must not have had the opportunity to meet in this life.

Thinking about it this way, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while. It should be glad that it is because he has lost a soul, and she is the painting soul of the painting family, so God gave them the opportunity to meet, and the melancholy is that he has lost the soul of consciousness, and the emotional world is destined to be cold and indifferent, and she does not know when he has been deeply trapped in the mud and unable to extricate himself.

"Brother Wunian, Hua'er saw a fairy in the mirage today, and the fairy said that if Hua'er wants to paint the soul of Brother Wunian, he needs to see all the states in the world, and go through love and hatred. The painting grew so big, until I met you, I didn't know what love was, and it was because I met you that I remembered what hatred was. Brother Wunian, for your sake, Hua'er is willing to become braver and stronger, but ...... If one day you really have the soul of awakening again, will you leave me?"

At this moment, she desperately hoped that her Wunian brother was just an ordinary man in the human world, and she was just the daughter of an ordinary family, and they became an ordinary couple, living a peaceful life of male farming and female weaving until the end of their lives.

She sat at the head of the bed in a daze, staring at his picturesque face. It wasn't until her hand was gently held in his palm that she suddenly realized that her hand had been caressing his face.

"Brother Wunian, are you awake?" In order to hide his panic and shame, Hua Chengcheng hurriedly lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm. Cang Wunian softly let out a single tone, perhaps because he had just woken up, his voice was a little lazy and hoarse, and he couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

"You're not lightly injured, what's the ...... Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"There's a silly girl who keeps babbling in my ear, how can I sleep peacefully?" Cang Wunian said in a low voice, with a hint of an unconcealable smile in his tone.

"I ...... Did Brother Wunian hear what I said?" Hua Chengcheng was embarrassed, although she had also confessed to Cang Wunian, and now the people around her also knew what she thought about Cang Wunian.

But she took advantage of his sleep to mutter some heartfelt words, and kept stroking her hand on other people's faces, which was obviously suspected of taking advantage of others. And the most terrible thing is that she was also arrested by the other party.

"I hear you. Cang Wunian replied lightly, then he sat up, stared at the red face of the painting, and said softly: "For me, you have been wronged." If you could, I hope you would always be the same as you are now, a carefree little girl who doesn't know the world, instead of wasting your feelings on a man like me who doesn't know what it is. You are a good girl, and you should have a man who understands you, loves you, and can protect you. ”

After a short period of stunned, Hua Chengcheng shook his head resolutely: "No, what Hua'er wants is not to like a man who understands me, loves me and can protect me, what Hua'er wants is that my favorite man can understand me, love me and protect me." There may be many men in this world who can do what Brother Wunian said, and have the ability to bring happiness to women. However, the happiness that the painting wants can only be given by Brother Wunian. ”

Looking at the woman's clear but unusually firm eyes, the feeling of depression in Cang Wunian's heart, which was blinded by the tenacious net, hit violently again. This feeling made him frustrated and powerless, and he could not respond to her persistence and affection.

Cang Wunian's every expression was in her eyes, and although she was very disappointed in her heart, she couldn't bear to force him to force herself to feel something that he couldn't understand at all now. The reason why people feel sad is because their desires are not satisfied, and those who are content are always happy, but it is the truth that has long been passed down by the ancestors.

"Okay, Brother Wunian, this is all in the future. The most urgent task now is how to recreate your soul. Painting Allure put away the loss in his eyes, raised his head and smiled lightly at Cang Wunian.

Her every move also did not escape Cang Wunian's eyes, he knew what she was thinking, but if such a question continued to be discussed, it would still be fruitless, and it might even make her sad. Since she took the initiative to change the topic, it must be the best choice at the moment to follow her words.

"I vaguely heard you talk about 'fairy'?" asked Cang Wunian.

"That's right, to be exact, it was the purple-clothed fairy who left a wisp of his remnants in my painting clan treasure, and I also had the mentality of trying it today, but I didn't expect it to really trigger the mystery in the mirage. I asked the fairy how he could become a true painting spirit, and the fairy gave me this. Hua Chengcheng said, handing the lilac silk in his hand to Cang Wunian's eyes.

Cang Wunian took the silk in confusion, and saw the roselle embroidered on the corner of the silk. It was as if he had been struck in the head by a bolt of lightning, and between the lightning and flint, many complicated and broken pictures flashed in Cang Wunian's mind in an instant. There was a sharp heart-rending pain in his brain, which made his pupils suddenly constrict, and his breathing couldn't help but be short.

"Brother Wunian, what's wrong with you? Aren't you feeling unwell again?" Seeing Cang Wunian's suddenly changing complexion, he was in a hurry.

He took a deep breath hard, and after a while, Cang Wunian waved his hand gently: "It's okay, I just feel that the flowers on this silk are a little familiar." ”

"This flower...... Is there any special significance to Brother Wunian?", Hua Chengcheng asked cautiously.

"Nope. Even if there were, I can't remember. Cang Wunian shook his head with a wry smile, and soon he focused his attention on the Sanskrit characters on the silk that looked like strings of strange symbols.

"This ...... It's actually Sanskrit. Cang Wunian said with some surprise.