The painting scroll is about a foot long, mottled in color, and looks very ancient.

Chen Sanlang stared at it, and immediately felt a mysterious fluctuation - magic weapon, there is no doubt that this thing belongs to a magic weapon, and the grade is not low, about the level of Xuan Pin.

"This painting?"

In the face of Chen Sanlang's doubts, the real person who forgot the machine smiled, raised it gently, opened the painting, and showed his face.

This is a fine brush, the lines are simple and delicate, a few brushstrokes draw a stream, a green cow grazing by the water, a shepherd boy with horns on the back of the cow sitting, with willow leaves in his mouth, blowing and ......

In the blank space of the painting, there are six or seven seals.

Looking at these seals, Chen Sanlang felt even more puzzled: he knew the rules of literary and artistic collection, but whenever he handled it, the collector would stamp his private seal and leave a mark to indicate that he had collected this object.

But the problem is that it's a magic weapon. Once the ritual is practiced, it can be used by people. Even if the owner is changed and used by other monks, it will not be deliberately stamped. You know, monks, how many of them have private seals?

I listened to the real person who forgot the machine and said leisurely: "This picture is called "The Ballad of Cattle Herding", which was made by Xu Yanbo, a famous artist in the previous dynasty. ”

Chen Sanlang has also heard of Xu Yanbo's name, which is a generation of painters who are good at freehand. His paintings have been handed down to future generations, and each one is a fine work, loved and pursued, and is worth a lot of money.

However, this one taken out by a real person who forgot to be a machine is not as simple as a boutique? It is a magic weapon.

Suddenly, Chen Sanlang suddenly understood: the reason why this painting can become a magic weapon probably has a lot to do with the real person who forgot the machine. The other party obtains this painting and casts a spell to open the light. And constantly refining it, and finally becoming a mystical magic weapon.

Open the light. The essence is to "turn decay into magic", that is, to turn ordinary things into light. so that it has some special functional effects.

However, the enlightenment needs to consume the caster's own spiritual mana, and if the enlightened items are not tempered for a long time, the attributes will be slowly worn away, and it will be useless to return to mortal dust. Therefore, the monk does not consecrate things casually, but has a choice, and adheres to the principle of choosing the best.

So, why did the real person who forgot the machine condense this painting? Is it just because the author is the great painter Xu Yanbo?

Putting this layer aside, Chen Sanlang didn't think much about it. At the moment, I am more concerned about the other party saying that he will treat himself, a cup of tea, and a painting, and the two-pronged approach can be cured.

Drinking the tea at the tip of the wind, quenching his thirst and refreshing his mind did help him in his current predicament. But the help is not too big, it is more on the surface, and it cannot be cured. Look at the real people who forget the machine, and they are confident. I must be counting on this painting.

Forget the machine and said: "Chen Gongzi, please appreciate this painting and see the difference." ”

Chen Sanlang went to see the painting calmly.

As a reader, appreciating books and paintings is a basic skill. He has read poetry and books since he was a child, and he has also appreciated a lot of calligraphy and painting, and his level is there.

The first time I watched "The Ballad of the Cowherd". But I feel that the painting style is fresh and pleasant, and the local flavor is strong. The water is murmuring, and the grass is green. The shepherd boy is innocent...... Perfectly combined, it becomes a rare masterpiece.

Slowly I was fascinated, and I forgot about myself, and I saw that the picture suddenly moved, and it seemed to come to life.

Chen Sanlang's ears seemed to hear the "murmuring" sound of the water, the "rustling" sound of the green cow chewing the grass, and even the crisp and moving rhythm of the shepherd boy blowing the willow tops......

Many voices converged into a song, like a clear spring flowing through the heart, the worries and dull noises that had been bothering for many days, and the drowsiness, seemed to be washed and rippled by this clear spring.

From the inside out, the whole person is full of energy and becomes new.

It's a sense of rebirth.

said that Xu Jun, who was sitting next to him, although he forgot that he was a real person with a good reputation, and he knew each other in his life, it stands to reason that he would not have bad intentions. But just in case, she still stared vigilantly.

She saw Chen Sanlang appreciating the ancient paintings, looking at them, the whole person was stunned, motionless, obviously extremely focused and devoted.

For a whole quarter of an hour, Chen Sanlang remained in this state.

Xu Jun felt a little anxious and hesitated to call. lest Chen Sanlang be overindulged and hinder his spirit.

At this moment, Chen Sanlang's eyes burst out with a long-lost look, like a person who has been sick for a long time has been rejuvenated by a wonderful hand, and all his spirits have come back at once, and he looks vibrant.

When Xu Jun saw it, he was overjoyed: this was clearly a sign that the problem that had plagued Chen Sanlang for a long time had been solved.

God!

Looking at the eyes of the real person who forgot the machine, it became unfathomable.

The real person who forgot the machine reached out and stroked his short beard, smiling cutely, and felt not surprised at all.

Chen Sanlang's state of appreciating the painting continues, and at this moment, his feeling is not just a change in his senses, but as if the whole person has stepped into the painting, standing by the stream.

In the middle of the painting, you look at the shepherd boy.

At the same time, the world in my mind was rapidly condensing, and the original cracks and signs of collapse were gradually smoothed out and restored to their original appearance.

Shout!

A little light flew out, and when I looked closer, it was a word.

A "sub" word.

This is the word on the "Haoran Silk Book".

With the first word, the second and third continue to fly out, close together in the void, and then form words and sentences......

It's just that the ancient book needs a lot to form, and it can't be completed for a while, and when it is folded into half a book, the progress gradually stops.

"It's a pity ......"

Chen Sanlang sighed slightly in his heart, and there was a desire to "can't be full": "It would be nice if I could have more......

"Huh?"

Sitting on the side, the calm and quite calm real person who forgot the machine felt something, and said softly, and his face changed suddenly:

"It's ......"

His eyes widened until they were round.

Streaming down!

A subtle strange sound came from the picture of "The Ballad of the Cowherd", and in my ears, it seemed as if a silkworm was crawling on the painting and gnawing on the paper.

Xu Jun was also surprised and couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands: she saw that some strange changes were taking place in ancient paintings.

The original delicate and vivid painting of the fine brush, as if the flowing stream suddenly stopped, the green cow munching on the grass froze, and the shepherd boy on the back of the cow slowly became blurred, disappearing little by little......

"How is that possible?"

Forget the real person almost lost his voice and exclaimed, his eyes were sharp, and he immediately found the problem: the root cause of the changes in the ancient paintings of magic weapons was that the brush and ink on them were peeling off little by little.

If the brush and ink are missing, even if it is at least a little, the whole painting will lose its charm, not to mention that it can't stop the rain from peeling off now?

After a few moments, the whole painting was a blank sheet of paper, and a few stamps were left there in the blank space.

The real person who forgot the machine stared at Chen Sanlang like looking at a monster. (To be continued......)