"I don't understand. ”

Lu Zijia replied simply, without any embarrassment because he didn't know how to appreciate paintings.

After all, in the cultivation realm where the law of the jungle eats the strong, cultivators are busy cultivating, looking for opportunities, or studying techniques, so how can they have time to fiddle with poems and paint?

For people in the cultivation realm, poetry and painting are playthings that are demoralized, and they don't know how to make progress.

She is a cultivator who is all-powerful and strives to become an immortal, but she can't lose her mind.

Song Zixuan didn't know what she was thinking, if she knew, she should feel speechless, right?

"I don't understand, then what else are you looking at?" Hearing Lu Zijia's answer, Song Zixuan was speechless.

"Look at the frame. ”

Lu Zijia still raised his head and replied casually.

Song Zixuan, "......"

Is this woman here to tease him on purpose?

Suddenly, Song Zixuan seemed to think of something and asked, "There is something wrong with this painting?"

Lu Zijia shook his head, "No." ”

Just when Song Zixuan wanted to ask something, Lu Zijia spoke again, "It's a problem with the frame." ”

Song Zixuan, "......"

Can't this woman speak all at once!

Song Zixuan took a deep breath and asked with some gritted teeth, "What's wrong with the frame?"

Lu Zijia did not answer immediately this time, but withdrew his gaze from the frame, and his gaze quickly fell on the stone mountain enshrined on the left side of the living room.

The stone mountain was about 60 centimeters long and about 90 centimeters high, like a miniature version of the mountain.

"You're talking!"

Seeing that Lu Zijia didn't pay attention to what he meant, Song Zixuan couldn't help urging him.

Lu Zijia retracted his gaze and refocused his attention on the two-meter-high frame on the wall.

"This frame is made of coffin, and the wood is still a hundred-year-old shade wood.

Because the coffin was nourished by the yin qi of the coffin owner for a long time, the hundred-year-old yin wood was promoted to a five-hundred-year-old yin wood. ”

Lu Zijia's words indifferently sounded in Song Zixuan's ears.

Although he didn't know exactly what the harm of Yin Mu was, his intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Miss Lu Er, is what you said true or false, and how can you tell it?"

Fang Yueqiu originally wanted to pretend to go to the kitchen, but passed by and eavesdropped on what her son was whispering to Lu Zijia.

Unexpectedly, she heard the words that shocked her heart.

If it weren't for the support of a good upbringing, it would have been out of shape now.

Lu Zijia shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, "I can see it with my eyes." ”

Many things in the world are unexplained, and if you really want to explain it, then you can only say that she is talented?

Thinking that Lu Zijia was perfunctory to her, Fang Yueqiu's face couldn't help but sink.

However, it did not reach the point of anger.

"Will this frame affect our Song family?"

Song Zixuan actually wanted to ask if this frame was the real murderer who killed his grandmother.

It's just that when he blurted out, he simply changed his words.

Obviously, he was still afraid that the answer Lu Zijia said was not the answer he wanted.

Lu Zijia nodded as a matter of course, "Of course it will, Yin Wood is Yin Soul's favorite thing, and there are also people with improper intentions who will use Yin Wood to do Yin Damage."

Isn't it clear that you have placed such a large piece of Yin Wood in your house to attract Yin spirits to your house?

Moreover, Yin wood will also gather yin qi, and the living person will be invaded by yin qi, and the minor illness will continue, and the heavy will be the end of the small life. ”

PS: Guess the babies, who gave this painting to the Song family?