Wen Shuo, who had already entered the hall in the Xuanfa cultivation, did not hesitate too much, first contacted Xiaoqing in the jade pendant with his mind, and found that he was only frightened, but he was not hurt, and he was a little relieved in his heart.

Casually glanced at the painting that seemed to be back to normal, but in fact it contained a myriad of mysteries, Wen Shuo did not rush to explore the secrets, but got up and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Because of Xiaoqing's curiosity, the mystery in the painting was triggered, which helped Wen Shuo come back to his senses.

Timid, he was a little afraid of the obsession with his mind just now, for fear that the mystery in the painting would hook his mind into it and he could not extricate himself, what if there was a demon in his heart? Besides, when he was looking at the painting just now, he unconsciously entered the realm, but he did not realize that the irritability in his heart was almost swept away, and it was really empty, and it was not as if he had been forcibly suppressed in the depths by himself with his occult methods and thoughts for a period of time.

Where is the mystery of this painting, and what is it?

Wen Shuo turned his head and looked at the painting spread out on the desk, frowning and hesitating, now, can you use the qi machine to investigate the mystery?

I didn't use the qi machine before, and my mind fell into the mystery of the painting.

If you use the gas machine, God knows if the mystery in the hook animation will be aroused again and terrifying?

"Old Han Tou, will you be able to jump out of this painting, right?" Wen Shuo muttered angrily, and suddenly felt sour, remembering the few words left in the void after Liu Maohe was scared to the point of urine in the old Han Tou's house, and the last sentence was "This time, I will really never see you again." ”

Thinking back then, one old and one young, talking and laughing at the fairy bridge.

The fairy bridge next to the farmers' market is like a big bazaar every day, and all kinds of small people from the three religions and nine streams, the rivers and lakes of the market appear on the stage, staging one after another not to talk about the grandeur and fierceness, not to mention the magnificence, but also the joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

The white and chubby little guy is playing happily and freshly in this kind of place, but most of the day, he will still squat or sit next to the stall of the most deserted old Han Tou, take a chopstick, and draw the patterns of talismans and magic circles in a large plate full of fine sand, according to the old Han Tou's teaching.

Occasionally, when I get bored, I will open a pair of curious and longing eyes and listen to the old Han Tou tell one after another or supernatural horror, or fantasy fairy, in short, wonderful stories.

That was Wen Shuo's childhood.

He remembered that every day when he was tired and hungry, when he returned home, his busy mother would always make him a "hearty" meal, and he was reluctant to buy good meat such as pure lean meat and pork ribs, so he had to buy the cheapest and least lean meat, which was more fragrant.

Wen Shuo remembers that in his childhood, his mother's least favorite food was meat and eggs.

In fact, he understood early on that his mother did not like to eat, but was reluctant to eat, but was willing to let him eat.

He remembered that after he went to high school, his mother talked to him earnestly, and it was the first time that she was angry and quarreled with him, and he was not allowed to go to the fairy bridge to find that old Han Tou to learn the tricks of those magic sticks, which was useless - what is a good idea? Learn more cultural knowledge, and it would be better if he could be admitted to university.

There is a way that the children of the poor are in charge of the house early, and they have been in the market for many years, and the fat man's heart is much more precocious than that of his peers, so he was also clearly aware at that time that he couldn't learn anything real with the old Han Tou, and the mythical dreams of his childhood were myths after all, looking at the situation of the old Han Tou's life, he knew that learning these things would definitely not make a big difference, but he was still looked down upon, but all the time, he had cultivated a deep emotion with the old Han Tou, Wen Shuo had been embarrassed to completely break off the relationship with the old Han Tou, even if he no longer had to go every day, he would go there every now and then to talk to the old Han Tou。 It wasn't until his mother got angry that Wen Shuo had to grit his teeth and completely break the connection with Lao Hantou, which was three years.

He didn't want to make his mother sad.

In the past three years, although he was always close at hand, Lao Hantou was also very self-aware and considerate of others, and did not take the initiative to affect the lives of Wen Shuo and his mother.

Who would have thought that they would see each other again in three years, but they were eternally separated from heaven and man, and they spoke with ghosts.

When he went to Beijing for the first time, Wen Shuo thought that there was only some thoughts left between him and the old Han Tou, as well as the old house that had been repaired, and the lonely tomb on the edge of the river embankment, as well as this hanging painting with a faint aura hidden in his home.

Now, the mystery in the painting has suddenly emerged.

Think about the old Han Tou before he died, he laid down the "Three Defining Soul Array", stayed in the soul for a few days, and appeared in the aftersound, at that time, Wen Shuo had not yet practiced and did not know the depths, and now he entered the hall in the Xuanfa cultivation, and every time he thought about it, he knew what an immortal method it was!

Therefore, he really doubts, or hopes, that among the thousands of mysteries hidden in this painting, there can be a wisp of the lonely soul of the old Han Tou.

He wiped the moist corners of his eyes, and his heart was heavy.

Because he knows that there should be no old Han Tou in the painting, just grateful and apologetic, the old Han Tou left the painting back then, but now when he is in trouble, he helps him clear the irritability in his heart, that is, sweep away the catastrophe that the world attacked!

If you think about it, such a silent and invisible catastrophe, slowly invading and slowly tormenting, is actually more vicious and cruel than the thunder and anger that kills people!

Therefore, the mystery in the painting is no less than waving your hand to drive away the thunder!

Equally silent, invisible.

But it's really a terrifying immortal method!

If the painting of the old Han Tou was a top-notch magic weapon in itself, and there were mysteries in it, it would be fine. After all, before and after his death, Lao Han Tou did not tell Wen Shuo in detail the secret of this painting. But if it was like the "Three Defining Soul Arrays" and letting Liu Mao and jump into the pit, it was all left to Wen Shuo by Old Han Tou in advance......

The fat man thought to himself, the old Han Tou was also a little fairy, and he was also a little better for himself.

Yes.

Wen Shuo had a judgment in his heart, Old Han Tou knew his stingy nature, and knew that he would definitely hide this seemingly ordinary hanging painting as a treasure, so he didn't tell it, and he didn't need to tell it. Because as long as Wen Shuo has carefully looked at this painting and knows that there is a slight subtlety in it, then, at the right time, this painting will naturally be opened by Wen Shuo.

It will, help Wen Shuo.

After thinking about this, Wen Shuo no longer worried that his consciousness would be deeply immersed in the artistic conception of the painting, he turned off the light, sat back at the head of the bed, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and calmly breathed down, a wisp of qi floated out, slowly attached to the painting.

Although he was already extremely confident, or out of trust and apology for the old Han Tou, Wen Shuo judged that his consciousness would not fall into the mystery of the painting, but he had always been cautious and cautious, and he still added a little more caution when investigating the mystery in the painting.

Gently touched, connected with the faint aura in the painting, you will feel that the landscape in the painting comes true, the weather is renewed, and the five elements are rich and abundant.

There is a breeze in the mountains, the sun is sunny and the sky is clear, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque.

The old man who went down the mountain, walked slowly and calmly, his expression was free and easy, and the fairy wind of the Dao bones was fully revealed, as if the mountains and rivers were not in his heart.

Looking at the old man's back in front of him, Wen Shuo couldn't help but have the idea of keeping up and asking one or two, and when he was about to step forward to keep up, he suddenly came back to his senses.

Out of caution, he wanted to retract his mind, but the old man, who didn't want to slowly descend the mountain, suddenly stopped and turned back.

The old man turned into the appearance of an old Han head.

The old Han Tou looked a little surprised, and immediately showed a relieved and happy smile, smiled heartily, waved his left hand, and a pentagonal pavilion appeared next to the zigzag path, a few feet away from the right side of the path, is a bottomless cliff.

"Little fat man, are you really here?" Old Han Tou's tone was full of relief, and he walked towards the small pavilion and said, "I've been dead for five years, ten years?"

Wen Shuo was in a trance, but standing on the trail, he didn't dare to approach, frowning and thinking.

Old Han Tou sat down at the stone table under the pavilion, looked at him with a kind expression, and said, "You shouldn't tell me that it's only been two or three years, right?"

"It's been less than two years since you died. Wen Shuo finally spoke.

Old Han Tou didn't have the slightest change in his expression, as if he hadn't heard his words, his expression was as kind and kind as before, and said: "I don't know what kind of situation you are in now, have you ever met the people in the Xuanmen, and whether the rivers and lakes have been revived." To what extent has your cultivation progressed, is the catastrophe of heaven and earth already coming?"

"I didn't expect that you would be able to reappear in this painting and save me from the catastrophe. Wen Shuo sighed and said, "However, I can't always carry this painting with me, but heaven and earth are everywhere, what should I do......?"

Before he finished speaking, Old Han Tou seemed to have not heard him speak, and had already begun to tell himself: "The catastrophe of heaven and earth is nothing more than silent and invisible, affecting everyone around you, making everyone's luck begin to decrease, and then indirectly affecting your luck, making you annoyed, and eventually leading to the appearance of the demon in the cultivation center. ”

Wen Shuo frowned, he suddenly realized that although the old Han Tou in this painting was undoubtedly like an ordinary person, he was by no means a normal person.

Because, it's just a person in a painting.

A mystery!

He didn't speak again.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, Lao Han Tou continued: "Heaven and earth know good and evil, but they don't know the cycle of good and evil, they don't know that people's hearts are complicated, good thoughts are sometimes evil thoughts, and evil thoughts sometimes do good deeds, so it is inevitable that innocent people will be hurt. Little fat man, you are kind by nature, and you seem to be decisive and unscrupulous, but in fact you are kind-hearted. Therefore, you will definitely use the occult method to punish the wicked and help yourself to achieve things, but you will be bound by a good heart, and you will be the first to receive evil, the middle to do evil, and the last to do good. However, acting in the occult law, especially snatching people's hearts and minds, is a great evil, and extreme evil is to nurture evil. ”