Chapter 12: See you again

The candle flame was lit in the darkness, blooming with a dim light, the bamboo house became more and more quiet, the wind outside the house became more and more urgent, and the sound of bamboo waves, like undulating waves, echoed endlessly in the endless years.

Shen Shi raised his head, and then saw a picture hanging on the wall.

Then he froze for a moment, a little surprised, a little stunned.

After coming to the big bamboo peak where the sage of Yuanwentian is in seclusion, I saw the surrounding scenery including these bamboo houses, although there is no imaginary atmosphere of the tall hall dedicated to the saint, but in it, I can still feel a little rustic atmosphere, and the simplicity and calm after the years of precipitation can barely be said to be the demeanor of a master outside the world. But when the candlelight lit up, he saw the picture in front of him in the bamboo house, Shen Shi was really a little speechless in an instant.

The painting on the wall, which hangs grandly in this scroll, which is obviously the most conspicuous place in the bamboo house, is an image of extremely poor painting. It looks like there should be two people in the painting, but the painter obviously has no talent in this, although it can still be seen from the handwriting style that it is very careful and attentive, but in the end, the result of the painting is only two words - ugly.

Shen Shi looked at it carefully for a while, and then probably recognized that it should be a man and a woman from the clothes of the two people on the painting, perhaps because the painter of this painting scroll is also a little self-aware, so after barely drawing the bodies of these two people, he only simply sketched a few strokes on his faces, and they were only on the side, so Shen Shi couldn't see the appearance of the two people on the painting clearly, and could only see the men and women in the painting, who seemed to be holding each other's hands.

At this moment, a ridiculous and ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in Shen Shi's heart, thinking that if this was really the Great Bamboo Peak, but he couldn't see the imaginary Yuan Shi Gate being strictly guarded, the reason for this could not be that the sage asked Tiangong back then, knowing that the painting was too bad, but he forcibly wanted to hang such a picture scroll here, so he didn't let the descendants of the disciples, including the descendants of the Yuan family, come to this Great Bamboo Peak......

Thinking of this, even he shook his head, thinking it was too ridiculous, and then turned around and looked around, only to see that under the candlelight, the furnishings in this bamboo house were indeed very simple, and there was no extravagance, it looked completely different from the flamboyant style of the Yuan Shimen on the Star Picking Peak, and the only few tables and chairs seemed to be made of bamboo, ordinary, but I don't know why after so many years, these tables and chairs have not decayed.

The sound of bamboo waves outside the house, the sound of the wind was urgent, Shen Shi hesitated for a moment, and then walked to the door of the house to look outside carefully, the night was cold, and it was bleak, and soon he confirmed that there did not seem to be anyone on this hill.

With the respect that the Yuan Shimen has always had for several saints, and with the importance of such a place, this thing seems a little strange no matter how you look at it.

He turned around and walked around the house at will, and found that everything here was ordinary, so ordinary that it did not look at all like the dwelling place of seclusion of an earth-shattering great sage, and the only thing that was a little different was perhaps the picture scroll of terrible painting hanging behind the incense table on the wall.

So Shen Shi finally walked back to the painting, under the flickering candle flame, the light and shadow were shaking, so that the two figures on the painting scroll seemed to be shaking, faintly with a bit of weirdness. I couldn't see the faces of the man and the woman clearly, but after looking at them, I could still see that the two seemed to be very close, holding hands and looking into the distance.

After taking a closer look, Shen Shi found that the two people in the painting seemed to use different forces when depicting the man, and the pen force was obviously heavy and thick when painting the man, so it gave people a calm and calm feeling. It's just that maybe the painter's painting is too bad, Shen Shi looked at it, and actually saw a little bit of wood from the man's portrait...... In contrast, when the woman next to her is depicted on the scroll, the style of painting is much lighter, with her hair hanging down her shoulders and several clothes and ornaments also depicted in a fluttering state, as if she wanted to paint a fairy who was floating out of the dust and white clothes like snow. But it's still the same sentence.,The painting can't be done.,The result is bad.,Fortunately, you can't see the front face.,If there's only a silhouette.,It's barely a little miss.。

Shen Shi shook his head, a strange feeling swelled in his heart, he really couldn't think of why such a picture scroll with bad painting would be hung if this was really Yuan Wentian's retreat. Could it be that the man in this painting is the sage who asked the heavenly prince himself? Could it be that this picture scroll was enshrined here by the descendants of Yuan Wentian in order to pay homage to their ancestors?

Thinking of this, Shen Shi himself didn't believe it at first, the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking that with the respect and worship of the ancestors of the saint Wen Tiangong here in the Yuan Shimen and the children of the Yuan family, which junior dared to do such a thing, he was afraid that he would be killed on the spot immediately. Thinking about it this way, it seems that Yuan Wentian should be the only person who dares to hang such a bad painting scroll in such an important place, and the descendants of the Yuan Shimen and the Yuan family dare not disagree or even act rashly.

But who is the person in this painting?

Could it really be Yuan Wentian himself? So it seems that the Great Sage seems to be quite narcissistic under his glorious reputation, and even his own terrible painter is smug and hangs on the wall. But who is that woman?

Or rather, the man in this painting is actually not Yuan Wentian at all, and even the woman is just two people who have some kind of relationship with Yuan Wentian Sage, but I don't know what their identity is, which would make a peerless figure like Yuan Sage would rather endure such a bad painting and hang it on the wall of his residence.

Thinking about it, Shen Shi only felt that his head was about to burst and he didn't come up with a reason, and finally had to turn his head with a wry smile, the peerless figure of the predecessor saint of the Heart Dao must be different from ordinary people like himself, and it is normal for him to not be able to understand their actions.

After making sure that there was no one else on this big bamboo peak, Shen Shi seemed much more relaxed, and after walking around the bamboo house, he went to a few smaller bamboo houses next to him with a little curiosity to take a look, but everything looked so ordinary and ordinary, there was nothing unusual, and of course he didn't find any magic weapons left by the predecessors and saints. This made Shen Shi feel a little relieved, but thinking that this was not the tomb of the saint after all, of course, there could be no peerless treasures to accompany the burial, and he really thought too much.

Unconsciously, he walked back to the bamboo house at the beginning, and it seemed that the only thing on this big bamboo peak that seemed a little weird and unusual was the picture scroll.

It's just that even if Shen Shi looks left and right, he still can't see any secrets in this badly painted scroll, and even in the middle, he was bold, and after confessing to the Yuan Sage ten thousand years ago in his heart, he gently groped and touched the scroll a few times, but still got nothing, and the painting looked like it was just an ordinary scroll.

Shen Shi shook his head, thinking that maybe it was just that, but then his heart moved, but he thought that he was able to come to this mountain because of the guidance of the Immortal Killing Sword. After a moment of silence, he reached out again and took out the broken sword that had been put back in the Ruyi bag, only to see that the broken sword was dim, and it seemed to have completely fallen into a deep sleep, without any radiant reaction.

He tried to shake and wave a few times, but there was no movement in the Immortal Killing Sword, and in the end, he could only shrug his shoulders, thinking that he really didn't have that luck, so he was about to put away the sword and leave, but at this moment, suddenly the dim candle flame in the room shook violently.

Shen Shi's body slammed and stood in place.

After a while, the candle flame returned to normal, and it seemed that just the cold wind from the window occasionally blew in, with a little chill. The wind is fierce in the middle of the night, and the bamboo waves are like waves, wave after wave, as if they are surging from afar.

At the same time, in this silent bamboo house, there was suddenly a very light and thin "rope" sound, which sounded softly.

Shen Shi suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the scroll again.

The painting scroll was slowly trembling, and between the light and shadow, the picture swayed slightly, as if there was an illusion that the characters in the painting were faintly alive, Shen Shi only felt that there was a sudden chill in his heart, and his heart chuckled. He had seen many strange and terrifying things in the past, and even when he was in the Gaoling Mountain, he had seen the terrifying scene of ten thousand ghosts crying and requiring, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that his fear at this moment seemed to be better than all the previous times.

When the two portraits with a terrible painting style trembled slightly under the dim candlelight, there suddenly seemed to be a gaze looking over the painting, and the invisible gaze actually gave him an unprecedented sense of horror, as if it was an unimaginably terrifying existence from above, like a powerful feeling like an ant.

Shen Shishen involuntarily took a step back, his breathing suddenly rapid, as if the blood in his whole body was about to freeze in an instant. Fortunately, the strange feeling came and went quickly, and when the cold wind dissipated and the candle flame calmed down again, the scroll also quieted down, and the two figures returned to their original appearance.

"Click", suddenly there was a crisp sound, but the portrait trembled slightly, and something actually fell out from the back of the picture scroll and landed on the incense case.

Shen Shi was taken aback, looked down, and suddenly raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be a little unable to believe his eyes for a while. After a moment, he suddenly pounced in front of the incense case, and grabbed the fallen thing, which was a dull and unremarkable looking iron piece, long in shape, with uneven sides, as if it had been broken for years.

Shen Shi held his breath, glanced at the fragment in a daze, and then slowly moved the fragment of the Immortal Killing Remnant Sword in his other hand.

Gently, put together.

The notches slowly coincide, little by little, until they are completely together, and there is no longer the slightest gap.

Then a flash of brilliance suddenly lit up, and on top of these two fragments, the soft and warm white light, flickering endlessly, like cheering and joy, as if millions of years of longing, finally converged on the broken gap, the white light became more and more brilliant, gradually dazzling, and a reckless and ancient power suddenly emerged from this dark night.

It is as if a Sanskrit song sounded and was chanted in the sky, like a god and Buddha in the sky, looking at this place. The wind and clouds are surging, gathering from all directions, and the bamboo waves are bursting, like huge waves.

"Smack!"

There was a roar, and all directions were silent!

In an instant, all the visions receded like a tide, and they dispersed with a bang, and the brilliance curled, like a white afterglow, sprinkled in front of Shen Shi's eyes.

Two severed swords, two into one.