As he spoke, he stopped in front of a villa.

There were two guards standing at the door, and these two guards could be seen from their standing posture that they were practitioners, with a resolute face, and from his eyes, he knew that he must have been stained with blood.

Liang Lao walked up before and after, and the two made a standard salute. Liang Lao nodded slightly, and said to the two guards, "Godfather is inside." ”

The guard nodded slightly, and then said to Liang Lao, "Mr. Liang, I'm sorry." Mr. Zhao said that when he was eating, no one could go in without his invitation. ”

"I can't?" Elder Liang asked in disbelief.

The guard nodded awkwardly and said no...

Liang Lao didn't say anything, just walked to the side of the window and looked in. I followed along. only to find that the curtains blocked the window.

I couldn't see anything outside, and I waited for more than half an hour. The door of the villa was opened, and General Zhao stood at the door, beckoned to us and said, "Xiaoliang, come in." ”

My eyes looked over there, and it was really that old General Zhao, who grew up hearing about his heroic deeds when he was a child. I can't help but feel a little excited...

Following behind Liang Lao, he whispered to us, "Don't say that you two are here to catch ghosts, let's take a look at the situation first." Don't make the old man uncomfortable, you know? ”

We nodded again and again and followed Elder Liang in.

As soon as I approached the room, I felt a faint fragrance. This is not a scent that can be emitted by any kind of aroma, but a unique scent mixed with a woman's body fragrance.

The furnishings in the rooms are very modern.

"Godfather, why did you change all the furniture to European style. Didn't you like Chinese furniture before? Hearing Liang Lao's words, it is obvious that these furniture are also new.

And I noticed that there was a pair of red embroidered shoes in the doorway.

"I have to keep up with the young people. You kid hasn't been here for a while, so why did you come back today? Also came with two guests. "Although Mr. Zhao is over the age of six, he is still full of energy.

Looking at his face, it doesn't look like he has been invaded by demons. And my ghost pupils are open, but everything in the room is normal, and there is no ghost, evil, or demonic energy.

But the situation here does give people the word 'weird'.

"Two experts in Chinese studies, I asked you to come here to consult about something. It just so happens that they also have a lot of respect for you, and they beg me to introduce you. No, it also makes you lively. Liang Lao said with a smile.

"Oh, it's an expert in Chinese culture. Come, please be seated. "Mr. Zhao is very polite.

I looked around the room from time to time, and although the furniture had changed, I could see it. The old gentleman likes antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

I saw that in the corner of the living room, there was a shelf, and on the shelf were all picture scrolls and the like.

"Mr. Zhao, I also like to collect picture scrolls." I said to him.

When he heard me mention the painting, he immediately became interested and said to me, "What's the matter?" You know how to draw, a kid? ”

"A little bit of understanding, a little understanding." I said modestly.

As I spoke, I pointed to a painting hanging in the living room and began to talk. Naturally, I really only know a little about these things, and I still heard the knowledge of these furs when I listened to the shopkeeper chatting in the antique shop before.

After hearing my words, the old man seemed to have found a confidant, and said to me, "I didn't expect you to be quite good at studying ancient paintings at such a young age." ”

As he spoke, he pulled me to the easel and showed me the scrolls. I'm actually still a little vain, after all, I just relied on one point to understand, two points to guess, and the remaining seven points to rely on fooling.

He must know how to hide paintings, and I'm afraid he will have to wear it without saying a few words.

However, at this time, Qi Zhen on the side saw that I was going to steal his limelight, so he came forward to comment.

Unexpectedly, this Qi Zhen really had some material, the provenance, allusions, and whiskers that left no traces made the old man very happy.

I thought to myself, this Qi Zhen also helped me out of the siege.

Just when Qi Zhen coaxed the old man to be stunned for a moment, I whispered beside Liang Lao, "Liang Lao, find a way to let us go up to the second floor." ”

As soon as my words fell, the old man said to Qi Zhen, "Little brother, take you to see some good things, I still have a pair of Tang Bohu here." ”

Saying that, Qi Zhen showed a very interested look, and the old man beckoned us to go up together.

Not to mention, this Qi Zhen really has his own set. I followed him to the second floor, and I immediately sensed the problem.

Although the ghost pupil didn't find anything, my body and intuition told me that the slightest trace of weird aura came from a study. The old man's study was still locked, and he opened the door with the key. This study is filled with antique smells.

The Tibetan paintings are really eye-catching. Although I don't understand it, I still have the basic aesthetic.

Soon, my eyes were drawn to a very delicate framed painting of a lonely desert with a white fox standing alone behind the desert, turning his head to observe something.

This painting is lifelike, and the white hair on the fox's body is very finely painted.

And that weird feeling is what this painting brings to me.

Staring at this painting, it seems that the white fox inside actually moved, running from time to time, and then turning his head vigilantly to check. Then she turned into a peerless beauty...

She turned to look at me, and her eyes seemed to be seductive. As soon as I looked at it, I knew what was going on with the signature "Out of the Dust" on the painting.

In the immeasurable iron scroll, this dust is recorded, and it has appeared more than once. The real name of the dust is unknown, and he was born in a poor family. And he had eye diseases since he was a child, until he was 16 years old, he was completely blind in both eyes. Because it was another famine year, the family was really unable to support a person who was idle.

So he was abandoned in the barren mountains, and who knew that a year later, Wuchenzi would be found again. And those eyes miraculously healed...

After coming back, Wuchenzi seemed to be a different person, and he didn't look for his own family, but just built a hut and began to paint. The paintings he wrote were not sold or given away, and he said madly that he claimed to be a prisoner of painting with his soul.

After a hundred years, he painted thousands of paintings, and he left his last words after his death.

"One painting is one soul, one soul is one prison, one painting is one soul, one prison is one life. The person who took the painting changed the sad soul. ”

How can people in the same village understand this, and they are all snatched up when they look at these picture scrolls... And it didn't take long for these painting snatchers, one after another, their temperaments changed drastically, and they were like another person...

According to the explanation in the appendix of the iron scroll, Wuchenzi uses his soul to enter the painting, helping people who have died unjustly and have grievances to put their souls into the painting, which is just coping with one painting and one soul, and the soul that is imprisoned in the painting is just coping with the second sentence in the painting, and the latter is better understood. It is the soul in the painting, after confusing the person who took the painting, that is, taking away her body and locking his soul in the painting.

In this way, as long as the painting is circulating, the soul inside is changing... No one knows who handed over the dustless son to paint in the soul, no one knows what his purpose is, and all the secrets have not been solved so far, but such a legend has been left.

I snorted coldly, it seemed that this painting was boring. I retracted my mind, and saw Qi Zhen spitting and talking to the old man at this time, and I could see that he also liked to collect.

It seems that he has completely forgotten what happened here...

"Mr. Zhao, your side is really a treasure pavilion, I don't know where these paintings came from, and some of them I can't even call famous." I would like to ask around the corner where the old man came from.

Who knew that Qi Zhen, the old boy, said to me, "Just your fur, I'm embarrassed to say that I know how to draw." The water here is deep, and you can learn from it. ”

This Qi Zhen is really a bar spirit, and he likes to raise the bar with me for everything... I'm really convinced. I found out the crux of the old man's problem, and I was relieved.

Isn't this Qi Zhen awesome, I'll see how he ends! I'm not afraid that he will find out, because with ordinary yin-yang techniques, you can't find out that there is still a soul living in this painting!

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