"So this one." Hou Feibai walked to the second portrait, "Is it really the portrait of the woman on the ancestor of the Zhao family on the night she married Nan Songhe?" ”

"That's what I thought at first." Zhao Shiqi shook his head, "But the ancestor never mentioned this painting. ”

"Why is that?" Hou Feibai finally couldn't help but ignite the fire of gossip in his heart.

Zhao Shiqi didn't seem to want to talk about this issue, and let out a soft snort from his nostrils, "I don't know either." ”

On Zhao Bucai's little face, a look of disappointment suddenly appeared.

At this moment, the door of the secret room opened from the outside.

A good-looking woman walked in, only to see that she was wearing a very well-fitting Western-style formal suit, holding a light gray folder in her hand, but on the top of her head, there was an antique flying phoenix hairpin.

The whole person seems to be quite unharmonious in Hou Feibai's opinion, but this disharmony is diluted by the confidence in her thorough eyes, which makes people feel as if she should be like this, and only she is her.

"Xiaoru is here?" Seeing this woman, Zhao Shiqi also showed a kind smile on his face, and even his voice seemed to be a little softer, he pointed at Hou Feibai, "Come on, come on, let's see, this is the demon painter of the Night Walking Division, Mr. Hou Feibai Xiaohou, isn't your cousin learning painting with him now." ”

"Sister Ru." Seeing the comer, Zhao Bucai obediently stood up and bowed.

Zhao might as well hum softly, which can be regarded as an answer.

Zhao Shiqi said to Hou Feibai again: "This is Zhao Hao, my granddaughter." ”

Zhao might as well hear Hou Feibai's name, as if he hadn't heard it again, just nodded politely to him, and then didn't care anymore, like an arrogant white swan.

Hou Feibai said lightly: "Miss Zhao is good." ”

"Xiaoru is now my confidential secretary." Zhao Shiqi added, "I just don't like to talk, my temperament is also a little higher, it's not that I am rude to Mr. Xiaohou." ”

"It's okay, it seems that the head of the Zhao family has something to discuss, I'll go out first." Hou Feibai smiled slightly, and walked out after speaking, and Zhao Bucai also followed behind him quite interestingly.

Out of the secret room, Hou Feibai slowly walked to the small square in the corner and sat down for a while, looking back at the secret room.

The secret room of the Zhao family is completely integrated with the mountain, and even the door is decorated with the external form of the earth's surface, if it weren't for Hou Feibai just coming out of it, he couldn't believe that in that mountain, there would be a secret room with countless secrets.

"Teacher, do you think the woman in the painting will be the young lady from the Zhao family's ancestor? Why do I feel that I don't look like the Zhao family? Zhao Bucai sat next to Hou Feibai and asked in a low voice.

"Well, when you say that, it's really not quite like that." Hou Feibai nodded, "But after all, it is something that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is normal to add the painter's freehand brushwork, which doesn't look like it." ”

Zhao Bucai didn't seem to understand, so he stopped talking.

After a long while, the door opened again.

Zhao might as well come out of the room first, she glanced at Hou Feibai who was sitting on a bench in the small square, and a red cloud suddenly appeared on her face.

What's wrong with her? Hou Feibai was about to greet her, but Zhao Wei left in a hurry, causing Hou Feibai's half-raised hand to be raised or put down.

Immediately, Zhao Shiqi beckoned Hou Feibai and Zhao Bucai to come over at the door of the secret room.

When you enter the secret room, the door closes automatically.

"Let's continue looking at the paintings." Zhao Shiqi walked to the long scroll casually, "The story of this second painting is a taboo of my Zhao family for thousands of years, and no one knows the inside story." ”

"This is a strange thing, but there is no such thing as this obliteration in the long river of time." Hou Feibai also sighed.

"Exactly." Zhao Shiqi nodded again and again, "Mr. Xiaohou's words are very reasonable. Let's take a look at this third painting. ”

The content of the third one surprised Hou Feibai a little.

The subject of the painting has become a strong man again, who is this? The inscription on the corner of the canvas where Hou Feibai's eyes fell was: "Painting the image of the demon Baishan Junhua".

It turned out that Nan Songhe's painting demon White Tiger already had the ability to transform into shapes, at least above the Eighth Rank Enlightenment Spirit Realm, if it weren't for the annotations on the canvas, it would be difficult for Hou Feibai to associate the man in the painting with the White Tiger.

Behind Bai Shanjun are countless little demons.

Is this painting demon upgraded to become a big brother? Hou Feibai secretly speculated, but quickly denied this idea, on Bai Shanjun's face, Nan Songhe skillfully drew a few strokes, making his expression seem to become vivid, Hou Feibai felt a kind of confusion and panic from those few strokes.

Sure enough, I heard Zhao Shiqi say: "This painting is rumored to be the work of Nan Songhe after a great change in temperament one day. ”

"A big change in temperament?" Hou Feibai was puzzled.

Zhao Shiqi said: "I'm just stating as I am, but according to my speculation, it shouldn't be regarded as a big change in temperament, at most it is a big mood swing, because a few days after painting this painting, he returned to normal." ”

Hou Feibai nodded to show his understanding, as a painter, it is not unacceptable to be swayed by emotions, and suddenly fall into a certain emotion and cannot extricate himself.

But what's the emotion in the painting?

"Uncle, what kind of mood swings are you?" Zhao Bucai couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Shiqi shook his head, "This is all my speculation, and there are no rumors left." ”

Hou Feibai thought about it, the ancients in Kyushu were indeed relatively scattered in the study of psychology, and they did not even form a systematic research system, and it was normal not to pay attention to this kind of emotional change.

"But from this painting, I can see something, you see there are countless monsters behind him, although these monsters are a few strokes, but in this smear, there seems to be some kind of madness that pretends to be crazy, I guess it will be Nan Songhe who was chased and killed by many monsters in the Great Wilderness Demon Realm, so that he was physically and mentally exhausted, and there were psychological fluctuations."

Zhao Shiqi expressed his speculation.

Hou Feibai didn't agree with what he said in his heart, but he couldn't find the right words to refute it for a while, so he had to remain silent.

Zhao Shiqi ignored Hou Feibai, and walked to the fourth painting, and Hou Feibai hurriedly followed.

The fourth painting is a single portrait of the stout man Bai Shanjun, but this time he is wearing a scarlet robe, and on his shoulder, he carries a broadsword like a door panel.

I'm familiar with this robe! Hou Feibai said secretly, isn't this the uniform of the red-clothed Daolang? Could it be that Bai Shanjun has also been a red-clothed Daolang in the Daolang Pavilion?

Hou Feibai looked at his waist, if he was a sword man, there should be a waist card.

It's a pity that Bai Shanjun doesn't have a waist card on his waist.

It seems to be just a coincidence. Hou Feibai secretly laughed at himself for being too sensitive, and when he saw the red robe, he thought of the red-clothed Daolang.

"Mr. Xiaohou seems to be very interested in this painting?" Zhao Shiqi saw a trace of emotional change in Hou Feibai's eyes, and asked.

Hou Feibai smiled slightly, "It's not that I'm interested in this painting, I just think that his big red robe is quite extraordinary, and I think it's some kind of uniform." ”

"Mr. Xiaohou is indeed worthy of being a demon painter, and he really has unique insights into the study of painting. No, you have to learn from Mr. Xiaohou. Zhao Shiqi gave a thumbs up, "That's right, according to the words left by the ancestors, this painting should be that Nan Songhe joined a certain organization in the Great Wilderness Demon Realm, and also held an important position, you see his eyebrows, he can't hide his complacency." ”

Hearing Zhao Shiqi's words, Hou Feibai couldn't help but gasp, a certain organization, could it be that in addition to the Daolang Pavilion in the Great Wilderness Demon Realm, there are other organization members wearing blood-colored robes? When I go back this time, I'll have to check it out.

Zhao Bucai's eyes were suddenly full of admiration when he looked at Hou Feibai, he just felt that this Bai Shanjun was dressed like a groom, but he didn't see any extraordinary momentum.