Although he felt a little awkward in his heart, he couldn't go to the toilet, Qin Ding struck a match and lit the candle on the small partition.

The room was brighter in an instant, but it was still dark under the dung tank.

Qin Ding was a little apprehensive, but he had an idea, picked up another candle on the wooden board and lit it, and then pulled the zipper while shining one hand into the dung tank pit, which made him feel more at ease.

The light of the candle was above the pit, Qin Ding looked inside while solving it, and there was nothing abnormal, but when he finished solving it, he didn't know whether the candlelight flashed or he was dazzled, and for a moment he felt as if the light and shadow were moving underneath.

He quickly straightened his trousers, then bent down and stretched the candle low again, and he found that there was nothing in the dung tank.

However, he obviously poured urine into it for a few seconds.

Qin Ding was a little frightened and puzzled, this place looked old, how could it have a feeling of full automation. Where's all that excrement? Could it be that the change in light and shadow I felt just now is that there is something to clean up the excrement?

But if something is cleaned up, it's too fast, and it's incredible how clean it can be so clean in the blink of an eye.

However, the speed at which those paper people come to change the water every time is also amazing, and even the water tank after the last time it was used as a bathtub is also super clean, so it is not surprising to clean up the excrement so neatly, it may be something similar to the paper man to clean up underneath.

Qin Ding let go of some burdens in his heart, and next time he didn't want to have anything under his scruples, after all, he had lived here for a long time, and if he always minded, I was afraid that he would be the one who suffered.

After he finished thinking about it, he withdrew his hand holding the candle slightly, intending to stand up, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something stuck on the inside of the wooden board on the dung tank.

Qin Ding was curious, retreated half a step back, then poked the candle into the pit, lowered his head and looked inside, there was really something, it seemed to be a stick or a scroll or something.

He suddenly wondered how there could be such a thing in this dung pit, it looked like someone was hiding here.

He stepped on the plank and took the candle and examined the edge of the plank first. Actually, he was a little disgusting, after all, he had been to the toilet here many times, and someone must have used it before, so this board might be dirty.

When the candle shone back and forth for a long time, there was no dirt on the wooden board, Qin Ding couldn't help but praise the dedication of the paper man in his heart.

He handed the candle to his other hand, which reached down and took it out.

I don't know what it was attached to the inside of the plank, but he took it off and tugged at it.

He drew closer with the candle, and suddenly the candle in his hand went out.

Qin Ding was stunned, the candle on the wooden board next to him was still lit, so that it would not become dark in the low room.

Qin Ding looked at the extinguished candle in his hand with some confusion, this was a candle changed by a paper man, it seemed that the quality was not good.

He remembered that the last time it was also a candle changed by a paper man, and he couldn't light it.

What the hell is this?

Qin Ding didn't pay much attention to it, threw the candle on the wooden board, and then looked at the thing he was holding in his hand by the light of another candle.

Judging from the texture of the wooden shaft and the layer wrapped around it, it looks like a calligraphy painting that has been rolled up.

Qin Ding didn't unfold the scroll in the low room, the place was too small and cramped, so he blew out the candle and returned to the house.

He sat back in his chair and sniffed the scroll close to his nose, after all, it was somewhat awkward to fish it up from that place, but to his surprise, there was no smell on it.

Qin Ding didn't unfold the scroll in a hurry, because at this time, Uncle Ma might come over to deliver food at any time, he didn't want to make extraneous branches, in case there were any important clues about such a thing.

He lowered down and placed the scroll vertically on the inside of his desk, so that it would not be easily noticed.

As soon as he straightened up, he looked up and saw Uncle Ma standing with a lunch box

Doorway.

"Xiao Qin, what are you doing?"

may be a bit of a thief, Qin Ding's heart beat wildly.

"Ugh...... The soles of the feet are a little itchy, scratching."

Uncle Ma put the lunch box on the small table, then straightened up and walked directly towards the writing desk.

Qin Ding's heart beat even harder, and his whole body stiffened on the chair.

Could it be that Uncle Ma found something? But no matter whether you find it or not, if Uncle Ma comes over to see it, he will definitely find it.

Qin Dingteng stood up suddenly, pushed the chair into the desk, and he stood on the side, smiling.

"Uncle, what delicious food did you bring over today?"

Uncle Ma suddenly looked anxious.

"Won't you find out if you open it yourself?"

As he spoke, Uncle Ma had already turned to the other side of the desk, which almost scared Qin Ding to death, he thought at that moment that Uncle Ma must have discovered his abnormality, and he would also see the painting scroll next, and he had already begun to think about how to explain it in his mind for a while.

But unexpectedly, after Uncle Ma turned to the desk, he reached out and pulled the drawer open and took out the toilet paper inside.

"Oh, I'll go, no."

Uncle Ma took the toilet paper and didn't know what he was muttering, so he rushed out like a gust of wind.

Qin Ding wiped the sweat from his face, his heart did not relax, he felt that Uncle Ma's actions were a little sudden.

He looked over and saw that Uncle Ma was no longer in the yard, and he was not sure whether he had entered the low house.

Qin Ding didn't make much movement, he didn't know where Uncle Ma was now, maybe he was peeking at him out of sight.

Qin Ding didn't linger in front of the writing desk, he had to be more natural, he walked to the small table and sat down, and opened the lunch boxes brought by Uncle Ma one by one.

One lunch box contains rice, and the other is half a stir-fried meat with chili peppers and half a portion of eggplant beans.

These dishes were quite to his liking, and they reminded him of his mother, who used to cook them for him.

He picked up his chopsticks and began to pull the rice, and his mood was indescribable.

Half of the meal was already eaten, and Uncle Ma's voice floated in from the courtyard.

"Xiao Qin, you eat slowly, Uncle still has something to do, I can't accompany you."

As soon as Qin Ding swallowed a mouthful of food, he responded casually, and the courtyard instantly became silent.

It was slightly dark outside, Qin Ding didn't delay any longer, finished the meal in a few bites, and then drank a large glass of water.

He burped a few times, then walked out into the yard, pretending to move, then didn't notice anything unusual, turned around and went back into the house.

He bolted the door, lit the candles, and closed the curtains, and then took out the scroll under the desk.

The two sides of the scroll are tied with strings, which Qin Ding unties, and then slowly unfolds them from left to right.

Halfway through the exhibition, Qin Ding had already discovered that it was not a horizontal painting, but a vertical one, and it was a portrait of a person.

He simply picked it up and shook it down, and the whole painting was displayed in front of him.

He leaned over with the scroll, and then brought some of the candlesticks on the writing desk closer, but at that moment, the candles on the candlesticks went out.

Qin Ding scolded secretly in his heart, a little annoyed, how could this broken candle be extinguished if he was gently moved.

Since it was not convenient to hold the painting in one hand, he could not light the candle again, so he picked up the flashlight next to him and shone it on the painting.

This is an ink figure painting, which is vivid but very ordinary.

There is not much scenery in the whole painting, but it depicts a Taoist wearing a scarf on his head, sitting cross-legged on a boulder, with a large pine tree behind him.

The man was holding a huge gourd in one hand and a whisk in the other, and a sword behind him.

On the side of the portrait of the Taoist, there are two lines of official scripts written vertically, I don't know what is written, and a seal is stamped next to it, which should be a painting

The name of the person.

Qin Ding spread the painting on the writing table, and took a flashlight to shine it on the two lines of words, which read-

First take the yin and yang to the palm, and move it from heaven and earth into the pot.

Outside the sun and moon in Xiyi, a dream is secluded.

Qin Ding frowned slightly, and there was an indescribable weirdness in his heart. These two lines of words seem to have a kind of artistic conception that is about to come out, he seems to understand it, and it seems to be difficult to figure out.

He didn't think about it again, but moved his eyes to the engraved seal on the inscription. The name on the seal is to mention these two lines of words and the person who painted them, and there may be some clues.

It was difficult to distinguish the seal characters, especially those on the seal, but Qin Ding recognized those words at a glance, because no matter how the thunder character changed, it was very easy to distinguish.

On that seal are three words - Lei Laoliang.

Qin Ding couldn't help but tighten his mouth, he had always heard of "Bald Lao Liang" before, this Lei Lao Liang was too special.

Lei Laoliang, Lei, and Qin Ding silently recited it in his heart a few more times, and suddenly raised his head, he quickly turned around and shone a flashlight on the wall.

If you guess correctly, Lei Laoliang is the former palm, and this painting used to hang on the wall behind him.

He quickly turned around and picked up the scroll, and then tiptoed to measure it against the wall, which covered the previous seal on the wall, which was enough to show that the painting had been hanging here in the first place.

Qin Ding took the painting down and fell into thought.

Why is this painting hidden in a toilet pit, and who hid it? Nine times out of ten, it was the former palm, but why did he hide it? Are you afraid of being discovered by Uncle Ma? If you are afraid of anyone finding out, does it mean that there is some mystery in this painting? But what is the mystery of this painting? Also, what exactly did the former master do?

Qin Ding's mind was full of mysteries, he exhaled, quickly rolled up the painting, and then looked around the room, not knowing where to hide this painting for a while.

While he was pondering where to hide, his mind suddenly went to find toilet paper just now, which made his heart flash, could it be that Uncle Ma had already discovered this picture scroll just now?

However, if Uncle Ma found this scroll, why didn't he ask him, why didn't he hand it over.

This painting was memorized by the previous palm, and Uncle Ma would not be unaware, so if he guessed correctly, then this painting must have some kind of cattiness, so that Uncle Ma can't and doesn't want to touch it in front of him, maybe it will expose some things.

If this speculation is true, then there must be an amazing secret in this picture that cannot be known, and Uncle Ma does not expose it, perhaps because he thinks that he can't see anything in the painting at all, but in fact, he really can't see anything.

What secrets can there be in the scroll?

Qin Ding shook his head, this was just his suspicion and speculation, maybe Uncle Ma didn't find out at all, or maybe it wasn't like that.

He couldn't doubt it any longer, it seemed that the more he thought about it, the more complicated it became. Anyway, let's hide this painting for now.

He lit the candle again, and then thought about it and didn't know where to hide it.

He was rolling his eyes and pondering, when suddenly, there was a "click" sound from the beams.

Qin Ding was startled, and hurriedly picked up the flashlight and shone it back and forth on the beam, but there was nothing.

He wondered, if this noise was to guide him, and he had found something on the beam, why did it still ring, could it be......