I looked suspiciously in the direction where Lao Hei had disappeared, then my eyes fell on the scroll in my hand, I took a breath lightly, untied the red thread wrapped in the middle of the scroll, and a rich scent of ink came to my nose.

The first time I met at the three-way ferry, I was mistaken for life when I saw this;

I only hate that I am old, and the cliff of Wushan remembers the old people.

After the scroll was opened, a line of juanxiu poems came into view, and the handwriting of the dragon and snake seemed to be embroidered on the sachet by the same person.

Wei Junyao.

I took a deep breath, I didn't want to think so much for the time being, my two hands gently held the shaft and slowly unfolded, and a vast ink landscape painting was completely displayed in front of me.

On the gray rice paper, a young man in a white coat is holding a flat boat on a smoky river swaying gently, on both sides are the mountains that cannot be seen at a glance, the river does not know the end, the boat seems to have just been rowed out of the mountains, at the junction of the stern and the edge of the mountain, there is also a girl with an oar, long hair shawl, the whole body is snow-white, the hair is tied with a ribbon, the white mist is reflected, and the light is brilliant.

The man's face was a little unclear because of the fog, but the girl's face was shyly smiling, and in her eyes and eyes, it looked like the cheerful version of Wei Junyao that she met on the Huangquan River that day.

With just a few strokes, he sketched a peach blossom source, as if he could be in it, incarnated as a teenager who was holding a boat, gently stirring the river, laughing and scolding with the girl behind him, black mountains, white water, pure, simple.

But I don't know if my eyes were in a trance, and just as I was immersed in it, the river on the scroll suddenly tumbled, and the girl sitting in the stern of the boat disappeared.

It was as if someone had suddenly touched it in the painting, and it disappeared without a trace.

I was so nervous that I unfolded the scroll to the end, and looked all over the corners but still found no trace of the girl, and the boy who was holding the boat also stuck the boat under the water, and turned his head behind me at some point, and I could feel his anxiety at the moment, as if he was looking for the girl who had suddenly disappeared like me.

I stared intently at the scroll, expecting when the girl would reappear, but until my eyes were so sore that the picture was frozen forever.

I felt like I couldn't get out of my chest with a breath, so I spread the scroll on the ground, quickly opened the door and rushed out into the street, feeling the slight cool breeze of the summer morning on my face, and I felt a little more comfortable.

"This painting is so fucking wicked."

I let out a long breath, looking at the empty street, but unconsciously resurfaced the picture just now in my mind, since Wei Junyao is sitting in the stern of the boat, then the boy who supports the boat, is it me in the previous life?

This painting is definitely not mixed with these dowries for no reason, it must have been sent by Wei Junyao deliberately hidden inside, and after Wei Junyao in the painting suddenly disappeared, the "I" in it was also panicked, what happened during this period, could it be that the seventeenth relationship between "me and " Wei Junyao started here?

What exactly is Wei Junyao trying to tell me?

When I got back to the house, I couldn't help but sit down next to the scroll again, looking at the picture that was still unchanged, and the poem inscribed on the frontispiece, only to realize that she had used a sober word in it.

I only hate that I am old, and the cliff of Wushan remembers the old people.

I stared at this line of words for a long time, and a picture gradually appeared in my head, a candle lamp, a desk, Wei Jun Yao Qing silk brushed on his face, holding a brush in his hand, sometimes hanging his head in contemplation, sometimes wiping a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and then lifting the pen and gently sketching on the paper......

"Xiao B, Xiao B?"

A familiar call woke me up from my sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I found that I had fallen asleep on the painting scroll unconsciously, and when I looked up, I saw Sister Yu shaking her head and looking at me and saying, "What, Sichun last night?" ”

My old face turned red, and I quickly closed the scroll and stood up to see that Sister Yu was already dressed neatly, scratched my head and said, "You're going out now?" ”

Sister Yu nodded and said, "I'll go back at night, and when you have nothing to do during the day, move all these things to the warehouse, so as not to be seen and remembered by outsiders." ”

Then his eyes fell on the scroll in my hand, and he looked at me with a complicated expression and said, "If you are sleepy, go upstairs and sleep, I will clear another room when I come back this time, and it is not good for you to make a bunk on the floor." ”

I shook my head and said it was okay, go early and come back early.

After Sister Yu left, I washed my face and cleaned up the whole store, leaving only the picture scroll on the table, thought about it, took out my mobile phone, and called Boss Long.

At the moment when the phone was connected, Boss Long's tone was a little surprised, and he said, "At first, when I saw that it was you calling, I thought I was dizzy, what's the matter, brother, has the matter of Feng Yifen been thought through clearly?" ”

I hummed and said, "I might have to go out before I go there, but there are some things I want to ask you about." ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and Boss Long whispered, "Do you want to ask about Wu Shan?" ”

I was silent, waiting for him to continue.

After half a ring, I heard Boss Long sigh heavily, and said, "Actually, I didn't be able to enter the main tomb at that time, it was too evil, and I didn't encounter as many things in my life as that night, if it weren't for the many people who took my life at that time, I'm afraid even I wouldn't have been able to come out alive." ”

"Isn't it clear what's going on inside?" I asked.

"Not really." Boss Long groaned: "Judging from the news from the Luoyang dragon head at the beginning, I thought it was a Han tomb, but the Han Dynasty was from the Qin system, and it was mostly a bucket-type tomb, and it was only in the Tang Dynasty that this kind of large-scale project of opening the mountain for the tomb appeared, and the structure and burial in the tomb were unheard of, neither like the Han nor the Tang Dynasty, but a bit of a tomb pressed the tomb, and the coffin turned over the coffin. ”

"What tomb presses the tomb, the coffin turns over the coffin, you make it clear." I said eagerly.

Boss Long said: "The so-called tomb pressing the tomb and turning the coffin over the coffin means that after discovering a dragon cave treasure land, on the basis of not destroying the old cave, after changing the feng shui, they will build their own tomb on it, so that they can not only absorb the good luck of feng shui, but also steal the qi and marry the qi in the tomb below to themselves, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone." ”

I don't know why, when I heard that someone still had a tomb on Wei Junyao's tomb, I suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "Which bastard is so lacking in morality, and has such a great ability to find a feng shui treasure by himself, and he will steal other people's luck, and he is not afraid that future generations will have children without deflating." ”

Boss Long laughed dryly on the other end of the phone, but then lowered his voice and said, "Actually, this is the fault of the matter." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Judging from the situation I went deep into at the time, the pattern of the tomb pressed by this tomb seems to be that the one below is the one who won the luck later, but from the point of view of the funeral goods, the age of the Lord below is older than the one above, that is to say, a Han Dynasty person, lifted the tomb of the Tang Dynasty, and built his own mausoleum below, this is so fucking strange, let alone see, I have never heard of it in my life, so I crawled out of the tomb with the corpse of the Han Dynasty by itself, and then found a good Tang Dynasty tomb, Dig in and lie there with all your coffins and burial goods, it's a hell of a life. ”

With the knowledge of the dragon boss shovel line at the helm, it seems that the weirdness of that place is not a little bit, but if the lord below is Wei Junyao, all this is not incomprehensible, but what is she doing so much trouble, could it be that she has a grudge against the original owner of the tomb?

Even if there is a grudge, there is no need to spoil yourself to retaliate against others, and even so, the simple pattern of a tomb pressing the tomb will make him so embarrassed, there must be other ways inside.

After listening to my doubts, Boss Long was silent for a moment before he said in a deep voice: "This is the second place where it is strange, and it is also the most incomprehensible place, can you imagine what it feels like to find a number of martyrs in a little-known Han Dynasty tomb that is no less than the number of martyrs in the Lishan Terracotta Warriors and Horses Pit?" ”

"Buried soldiers?" I was surprised.

Boss Long answered, and then lowered his voice and said, "And judging from the layout of the burial pit, I feel that these burial soldiers are guarding something there!" ”()

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