I only heard a sound of footsteps behind him, Cha Wenbin couldn't be distracted at all at this time, this astrological chart can appear by virtue of one in ten thousand luck, as long as he is slightly distracted, the astrological chart may disappear.

The footsteps were not the "dong dong" sound that made him feel frightened, but a hurried running, and a voice sounded in the back: "Brother Wen Bin, I'm here!" ”

It was the mountain, it turned out that the wound on his back could not be frozen after healing instantly, and he wished that he could meet them a minute earlier. Although the mountain is arrogant, but since he was a child, he has been swimming in the mountain stream and stream, and the water is very good, seeing the two of them enter the opposite hall, he would have been unable to bear it for a long time, if it wasn't for Cha Wenbin's repeated instructions that he had an injury on his back, he would have done it a long time ago, and now he feels that the injury is no longer serious, where can he still control it, jump off the lake and swim all the way to the opposite shore and go to the main hall, without a quarter of an hour delay.

When he entered the hall, he saw that Cha Wenbin was holding the ball, and Zhuo Xiong's kid didn't know that he was staggering with a drunken face as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, so he ran to Cha Wenbin's side first to ask what was going on.

Seeing that it was him, Cha Wenbin hurriedly asked Dashan to depict the pattern on the stone tablet, and Dashan saw that the pattern was so beautiful and beautiful, and the light was snow-white and faintly appeared in turn, so he felt that it was so strange, so he took the pen and ink in his arms according to Cha Wenbin's instructions, and prepared to lift the pen and paint on the lake water unscrewed off his clothes.

This painting is a meticulous work, but Dashan is a rough man, since he was a child, the white beard did not teach him to read and write, and he didn't even know how to hold a brush, and after a few volleys, he had to touch his head and said to Cha Wenbin with some embarrassment: "Brother, I can do this kind of embroidery, how can this kind of embroidery thing have that ability, this is a woman's family." He didn't forget to defend himself, thinking that those things were done by the girls.

"Then go and call him!"

Dashan ran to Zhuo Xiong with a pen and said, "Brother Wen Bin called you, what's the matter?" ”

Zhuo Xiong's face was still red, Dashan didn't respond even after shouting a few times, and he was in a hurry, raised his big hand and "snapped" a slap over, Zhuo Xiong was immediately slapped to the ground by him, I don't want to, that guy fell to the ground and knew that he was still the same, his eyes were empty and smirked at the bright stone in the sky, "hehe", which made Dashan at a loss.

Cha Wenbin was in a hurry, Zhuo Xiong couldn't shout at all at the moment, he didn't know what the appearance of this picture meant, but this was the only clue that could connect the whole thing at present, and he thought that if he really couldn't do it, he could only let Dashan come back.

"Leave him alone, you go."

"Me?" Dashan grinned at Cha Wenbin and shook his head: "I really can't do it." ”

Cha Wenbin was anxious and shouted: "If it doesn't work, it has to work!" As soon as he drank it, the astrological chart was really chaotic, the pattern instantly turned a snow-white, and the original hibiscus tree was blurred, he immediately adjusted his breathing and tried to calm himself, and after a while, the pattern slowly appeared again.

Dashan saw that he was almost in trouble, and he didn't dare to talk back now, so he could only pinch the brush and prepare to try it forcibly, just when he just lifted the pen, there was a sudden "squeak", and the door behind him was closed, Cha Wenbin only felt that the air around him was rapidly condensing, and in the last second Dashan was still holding a brush in front of the stone tablet to make a try, and this second his hand was already stagnant in mid-air.

"Knock, knock, knock", that's the voice!

Cha Wenbin's ears heard clearly, it was a sound that had appeared a few times, and the rhythmic beating was like the death knell ringing in his ears, and every stroke could be pulled into people's heartstrings, just like when he stood in front of the coffin and waved the evil bell in his hand when he came out of the funeral.

He wanted to turn around, wanted to see the owner of the voice with his own eyes, but unfortunately his whole body was already stiff, in addition to thinking, Cha Wenbin felt that his breathing had stopped at this moment, and he couldn't even notice the beating of his heart, the direction of his eyes was still tilted upward, and he was anxious to look at the astrological map above his head in the last second. He wanted to move his eyeballs, he could feel the voice stay around him at the moment, the distance was not more than an inch, and with a little more movement, he could make contact with the owner of the voice.

Cha Wenbin's vision was the lowest part of the upper part of the stele, and he tried hard to pay attention to that area, and a slender snow-white hand appeared in his field of vision.

The hand picked up the brush, and the red cinnabar between the light and graceful gestures was drawn with simple lines, and the owner of this hand was holding the pen in Oyama's hand.

The brush travels along the wheel hub of the Fuso god tree projected on the stele, not the slightest difference, the pen is a stroke everywhere, not half a pause, if it is not for the picture on the stele first, others see that it is a painting master who splashes ink on the spot.

Brush, pen, pen, go painting in one go, in a blink of an eye, a complete picture of the Fusang sacred tree jumped on the stele, and when the voice once again followed the footsteps of "knock, knock, knock" when it went farther and farther, the astrological ball in Cha Wenbin's hand "snapped" to the ground.

Dashan touched his head and said to himself incredulously: "Hey, how did you draw this, did I draw it?" ”

Zhuo Xiong saw that Dashan was holding a pen and comparing paintings in front of the stone tablet, and asked in surprise, "Dashan, when did you come?" ”

"Me? I'm behind you, by the way, you also said, what happened to you just now, no matter how I called you, I didn't respond, right, Brother Wen Bin? Dashan looked back and saw that Cha Wenbin was walking towards the door of the main hall at this time, and his steps were getting faster and faster.

"Hey, Brother Wen Bin, where are you going?" Dashan threw down the brush in his hand and chased him out, Zhuo Xiong only felt that it was all messy and messy, why he didn't have any impression at all, and chased him out one by one with a bar.

Na Cha Wenbin heard the sound of footsteps, and his eyes also saw a hand painting, that hand was obviously a woman's, the wrist was slender and soft, and the fingers were slender and flexible. He saw that the hand finished painting, and heard the voice pass by him again, and when his eyes could finally turn, he looked back to find that the door of the great hall had been opened again.

Outside the main hall, the calm lake was still there, and the empty corridor was at the end of the room, and there was no one here but them, and he believed that his eyes had indeed seen a person just now, and that the woman was so similar to the back he had seen for the first time in the sky......

The sacred tree of Fuso on the stele is so exquisite that if he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have been able to complete this picture without a whole day's work in copying it, and the person who made the picture must have been proficient in calligraphy and painting. The scales of the dragon god that swirled down were lifelike, and even the claws of the golden black bird on the branch were depicted in detail, where was the fine work that a few of their rough people could do.

Except for Cha Wenbin, Dashan and Zhuo Xiong didn't know anything about what happened just now, Dashan's memory was ready to paint one second ago, and the painting was completed in one second, and the two of them were broken, and Zhuo Xiong broke longer than Dashan.

Cha Wenbin touched the picture and said: "As long as this is useful to her, she will always come again, whether it is a person or a ghost, I can't do anything about her." ”

"This picture looks like that tree, is it Fuso?" Zhuo Xiong asked.

Cha Wenbin nodded and said, "Yes, but there are more things, and there is more dragon." ”

The dragon was similar to the usual dragons, with a long body hovering over the tree, and its head slightly raised. Dashan muttered: Don't you say that I don't know yet, at first glance I think it's a snake. ”

The legendary dragon only appears in two places, whether in writing or calligraphy and paintings: in the sky or in the water, the dragon can soar over the clouds and fog and soar over the world of Kyushu, and can also dive into the sea to swim in rivers and lakes, and has never seen a dragon appear in a tree.

Zhuo Xiong held his chin and walked around in front of the stone monument and said, "This dragon seems to be missing something......"

"What's missing?" Cha Wenbin asked.

"I think this dragon is familiar, a little similar to the one on mine, but it's different, it has no wings."

Cha Wenbin suddenly remembered something in his heart, grabbed Zhuo Xiong's clothes and said, "Take it off, hurry up!" ”

When Zhuo Xiong's chest was completely exposed, a red tattooed dragon loomed, as his breathing rhythm accelerated, the dragon became more and more obvious, and when the last pair of wings were fully opened, the tattoo had a feeling that it was about to leave his body and fly into the sky, extremely domineering.

Cha Wenbin's eyes kept switching back and forth between Zhuo Xiong's chest and the stone tablet, the difference between the two except for the wings, whether it was the shape, orientation, curved body, or the raised dragon head and curled beard, and even the scales on the body were almost the same, these two were basically from the same template!

Ying Long has no wings, how can the dragon roar for nine days? An excellent tomb must have a dragon, and the Golden Que Cave can jump out of the power of Yin and Yang who is not in the Five Elements? The answer has come out: Ying Long!

The ancients recorded: The water dragon turned into a dragon in 500 years, the dragon turned into a dragon in a thousand years, the dragon turned into a horned dragon in 500 years, and the horned dragon became a dragon in another thousand years!

Ying Long can be said to be the essence of the dragon, so that he can give birth to wings. In the ancient East, there were many legends about dragons, and there was only one dragon with wings: Ying Long!

Zhuo Xiong got dressed and pointed to the stone tablet and said, "What about the wings on this dragon?" ”

Judging from that painting, the painter deliberately did not add wings, and the smooth dragon body could not fly because it had lost its wings, so it could only be entrenched on the Fuso sacred tree. And the gate of the Fusang tree leading to the Yin and Yang of the Three Realms is the foundation of the rise of the myth of Shushan, and it is the only passage to fly from the world to the fairy world with a carriage. Wait for it to regain its wings or wait for its stump to soar?