readx; The altar is indeed very light, with Ling Xiaoxiao's grip, it is not difficult to grasp the edge at all, it is estimated that the altar body is also a very thin tire, the appearance of the pattern, a closer look is actually painted, buried in the ground for hundreds of years, without the slightest wear or oxidation, it is still as clear as new. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Along the mouth near a large blank, only two strokes of autumn geese, a faction of the sky high clouds light sparse air, the lower part of the pen and ink gradually thickened, a few strokes in the distance outline the mountains, gradually approaching the bamboo pine competition, firm and upright, the shape is extremely magnificent, near the flat slope hut, the fence courtyard, just a simple family, the door is half hidden, it seems that the owner goes out for a short time, returns immediately, and it seems that someone in the house is preparing dinner, waiting for someone to return, or, one person is waiting, one person is returning.

There are no superfluous strokes in the painting, not even the sun is visible, but the overall sense is strong, and it seems that nothing is missing. If you think about it, you will find that it is not right, the objects in the painting, whether it is plants or huts, are not drawn in a specific direction, and even the two geese are flying in different directions.

Look at the painter, skillful and natural, not like people who don't know how to paint graffiti.

Ling Xiaoxiao's heart moved slightly, holding the jar and asking Xiying: "Is the painting on this painting painted by you?"

"It was drawn by a friend," Sunset looked at the altar, "What's wrong?"

"Doesn't he rarely see the scenery outside?"

"Why do you say that?" Xiying didn't see anything wrong, and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao in confusion, "He loves freedom, and he has always been unrestrained and marching around. ”

Ling Xiaoxiao rubbed the altar body and asked another possibility: "Then did he have a period of time when he was very confused? ”

Sunset pursed her lips, "I don't know, he doesn't show anything." Why do you ask this? Is it from the painting?"

Ling Xiaoxiao motioned for him to look at the jar in his hand, "I'm just curious." You see, the sun is not depicted in this painting, the trees are evenly grown, the geese are flying in different directions, and you can't see the east, south, west, and north, all of which indicate a sense of loss in his heart, at least in my opinion. In addition, as the main body of this room, the door is hidden, indicating that there are people living in it, but I don't know whether it is inside or outside at the moment, of course, it may be one inside and one outside, one is one, etc., I prefer one inside and one outside, and then, you can see the intimate relationship between the two. But in the face of such a waiting door, the painter is confused at the moment, probably, I guess, he is entangled in the relationship between the two. ”

Sunset looked away and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao carefully: "How do you see these meanings?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said, "Take the eye." ”

Xiying took the jar and carried Ling Xiaoxiao again: "This person has long been dead, and it is not interesting to explore his state of mind at that time. We've got the wine, let's go back. ”

Ling Xiaoxiao grabbed Sunset Shadow's shoulders and prepared to take off: "Who is he?"

"Lu Qifeng, the sect master of the Heavenly Sect at that time. ”

Early the next morning, Ling Xiaoxiao secretly took a drop of wine and quietly dripped it into his own meal when the drunk old man turned around. Sunset said that this wine was originally aged, and after so many years of precipitation, what was left was the essence, and one drop was enough to deal with the drunken old man, and the best thing about this wine was that it had no smell. Then she began to act: "Master, why does today's rice taste different from the past? It seems to be a little mushy." ”

The drunk old man didn't believe it: "How come?"

Ling Xiaoxiao scooped up the rice with wine with a spoon, "Why don't you taste it?" If it's okay, is it because of my tongue?"

Where did the drunk old man think that Ling Xiaoxiao would pit him, so he opened his mouth and ate it: "There is no mushy taste, you can try it after another bite." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao had a lot of scenes, frowned and took another bite, chewing slowly: "It's just tasteful, but it seems to be bitter in my mouth." Alas, I have been dreaming of my friends in Beichuan for the past two days, and they have not slept very well. ”

The drunken old man snorted: "Even if you can't sleep at night, you can't write to them." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao had a weeping expression, and begged pitifully: "Master, I'll just report that I'm safe, they are all worried about me, I promise not to hook up, please." ”

The drunk old man couldn't see Ling Xiaoxiao's crying appearance the most, and waved his hand and said, "Oh, when you recover from your injuries, I'll take you to Beichuan to see them, okay?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was addicted to the play, and immediately burst into tears and laughed: "Master, it's so good! By the way, Master, when I was reading yesterday, there were some things I couldn't understand, and I want to ask you for advice." ”

The drunken old man's face began to redden, "This kind of basic question, go ask your two senior brothers, I don't have time." ”

"Master, it's about the structure of the human body," Ling Xiaoxiao nervously waited for the drunk old man to get drunk, "The acupuncture points and meridians are too complicated, I can't remember, do you have any experience?"

The drunken old man's eyes were flowering, his feet were soft, and his brain began to mess up: "Want to empty the gloves white wolf? hehe...... No way. ”

Ling Xiaoxiao said in his heart, he really expected it right, but fortunately he tricked him into eating wine in advance, but this wine was not enough, before he was completely drunk, Ling Xiaoxiao had to continue to act: "I am your apprentice, can you teach me?"

"Apprentice?haha," the drunk old man shook his neck unconsciously, drunk people more or less have the feeling of not being able to hold their heads, this is the experience that Ling Xiaoxiao gained from the wine table, and often used it when pretending to be drunk and avoiding alcohol, "You go and ask your senior brothers, which one can easily learn from me?" Hey, you have to have a statement, understand?"

"If you don't have money, you have to die. ”

"Hehe, it's not asking for money," the drunk old man actually pouted, his eyes were ruffian, "I said something, you just do it, it's very simple." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao had goosebumps all over her body: "What's the matter, isn't it washing your underwear?"

The drunken old man snorted lightly, his tone turned eight corners, and then sat on the ground and closed his eyes. Ling Xiaoxiao pushed him twice, but there was no response, it was done!

Leaning closer to the drunken old man's ear, Ling Xiaoxiao asked softly, "Master, are you old Guigeng?"

"I'm only eighteen years old, call me a beautiful boy, huh. ”

There was a strange itch in her stomach, and Ling Xiaoxiao almost vomited yesterday's breakfast, "Beautiful boy, do you know where Fangzhong's acupoint is?"

As if he had heard some idiotic question, the drunken old man casually pressed his hand on Ling Xiaoxiao's head. A gentle tingling spread from the top of his head, and Ling Xiaoxiao instantly remembered the specific location of Fang Zhong. However, you can't let him point one by one, he will wake up before he finishes it.

"Beautiful boy, these acupuncture points are so difficult to remember, you can find them at your fingertips, is there any secret?"

The drunk old man smiled proudly, and he really had the demeanor of a beautiful boy: "Of course." Come here, I'll tell you, don't tell others - the acupuncture point map is the key, just memorize it. ”

Fuck your sister, I also know that it's okay to memorize it, isn't it that I can't memorize it! Ling Xiaoxiao really wanted to call him an acupuncture point map, but then he heard the drunk old thief continue awkwardly: "The acupoint map is under the bed, sealed in an oilcloth bag, look at it secretly, don't let others see it." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao turned around and rummaged under the bed, and just glanced twice, he saw that there was a small crack in the bed board, which seemed to open and close often, and reached out to pick it open, and the oilcloth bag was indeed inside.

Impatiently tore open the bag, there were indeed a few neat stacks of paper inside, Ling Xiaoxiao stuffed all of them into his arms, then put the small piece of bed back, turned around and wiped it on the drunk old man's face: "Good boy, if you have something today, sister will thank you another day!"

But Ling Xiaoxiao didn't take into account one thing, that is, the change in the skill of drunken old man for hundreds of years, the speed of eliminating alcohol has increased a lot compared to before. She didn't go for a moment, the drunken old man woke up quietly, looked at the half-eaten breakfast and the empty room, felt a little wrong, his eyes swept over the whole room, and suddenly noticed a small piece of paper, twisted it up and rubbed it twice, it was oiled paper...... The drunken old man immediately bent down to check under the bed, and the bed board was indeed opened, and when he reached out, it was empty.

The drunk old man instantly understood, his right hand shook above the rice, and a thin wisp of light blue wine floated out of the rice, and anger and shame rushed to his brain, this girl really dared to drink for herself, she was so bold! It seems that she is too good to her.

And those pictures, how can I show her? The drunken old man flicked his sleeves, his consciousness spread, and he detected the breath of the sunset shadow outside Tibet, and flew away.

However, it was too late.

Inside, Ling Xiaoxiao took out the drawing from his arms, unfolded it with a hula, and the nosebleed almost flowed down - this is indeed an acupuncture point map, but it is not an ordinary acupuncture point map, but an acupuncture point manually marked on the eighteen forbidden pictures, and the whole picture is drawn with dots, lining the whole picture very beautifully. This kind of thing, if you really have to look at it secretly, can't let others know.

With the drunken old man's current attainments, he has long been familiar with the acupuncture points and something, but this picture is still placed under the bed, he is really a bloody and beautiful young man......