Lu Dian got better quickly, and he was completely fine. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info No one can tell from his current state that he once went to the ghost gate and walked around. The little scholar Ah Le sat alone on the stone steps outside the study and watched the ants come and go. The young master rushed into the study, and I am afraid that he will not come out for several days. At this time, he is always the hardest, and he has to wait outside to meet the needs of the young master at any time.

Lu Dian was busy in the room alone. His study is different from others, and it doesn't have that antique book aroma. One by one, the dark wood shelves and the mahogany shelves are staggered, and they are arranged in an orderly manner in the room to form a hollow shape. Lu Dian's desk was in the middle, consisting of four huge desks, on which were placed some metal utensils, which looked very mysterious, and no one except Lu Dian knew what it was for.

He carried the box he bought alone, and took down a large wooden box from the black wooden shelf behind him, the wooden box was a bit heavy, and the box fell to the ground as soon as it was taken off the shelf. Lu Dian dragged it to the desk and began his work. An open painting was pasted on the bookstand on the right, and Lu Dian fetched water and sprinkled it, and then got a huge cotton cloth hammer and knocked it gently. He had picked it up from a thrift stall and was hanging it in his study before he became ill. I was recuperating in bed for two days and my heart was this painting, although the rice paper after soaking in water can be well straightened, but the paper is brittle if it is stretched too much, and it is not suitable for repair.

Lu Dian knew these ways very well. He felt as if he had a natural love for doing these delicate things. He could see even the most subtle things in calligraphy and painting. Guan Shanyue's Calligraphy and Painting Pavilion had always thought that Lu Dian was a wronged leader, and how could they know how many treasures Lu Dian had taken away from them.

This painting is a peerless treasure, and it should be the work of the generation of saint Wu Zhi six hundred years ago. Wu Zhi was originally a master of painting Taoism and cultivating truth, and he loved painting all his life, but he scoffed at the way of condensing painting into painting. He thinks that the condensed paintings have no spirituality, so he has always insisted on painting with a pen and ink. But after all, his approach was intolerable to the world, and after a long time, the Wu family gradually declined and gradually faded out of the cultivation realm. He himself was no longer able to paint on the life paper, and the landscape in his heart could not be concrete, and he gradually became depressed, and died not long after. And this painting is likely to have been painted by Wu Zhi after he faded out of the cultivation realm, not a life paper, but his painting skills are extraordinary.

Soak in the water, and the painting is flat again. Lu Dian hurriedly took a few prepared pieces of new paper, and then the new paper and the drawing paper gradually blended together. Lu Dian frowned, twisted the corner of the drawing paper and felt it, just right, he carefully took off the painting. A pale picture of distant mountains, green pines, villages, indifferent, calm. The defiled place was also cleaned up by Lu Dian, it was Wu Zhi, but there was no seal of his. Lu Dian smiled happily, he spent twenty taels of silver to buy Wu Zhi's paintings, where can such a good thing be encountered in the world!

The green pines are swaying, the mountains and rivers are blended, and the artistic conception of this painting is far-reaching, and it does not seem to be the last kind of downfall in Wu Zhi's legend. Lu Dian frowned, could it be that the legend is wrong? Such a painting is not something that Wu Zhi can paint in the legendary state of mind. Lu Dian shook his head and didn't delve into this issue, after all, he had more important things to do.

Lu Dian put aside Wu Zhi's mountain village landscape map, opened the box on the table, and then opened the box on the ground. He was full of joy, but he tried his best to suppress his excitement, and touched the almost crumbs of paper in the box and placed them on the table. Lu Dian carefully pieced it together for a while. He knew the papers couldn't be put together, because the box was all burnt paper. Lu Dian arranged them in an order he could understand. Then he took out the newly bought waste paper from the box on the table.

On one side are burned debris, and on the other side are overburned books. Lu Dian laid them flat in front of him, and gradually, his brow furrowed.

"Sure enough, it was exactly the same person as I thought. Lu Dian carefully moved the burned fragments farther away. This was found in the Calligraphy and Painting Pavilion earlier, and this series of such strange books should all be the work of the same person.

Lu Dian took the life paper and put it on the table, the life paper was full of wrinkles, and Lu Dian found something to press it well. After confirming that the two items were from the same person, Lu Dian began to read them carefully. The contents of the experiment report book gradually unfolded to Lu Dian. After a while, Lu Dian actually felt that he could understand many strange symbols in the experimental records. However, as he gradually became able to understand these symbols, his heart was like a boulder hitting the sea, surging and shocking. This thing turned out to be made of the human body, and it seemed to be studying something, to be exact, studying Xiuzhen.

Oh my God, is this really a peerless medical experience? But as he continued to read, it was intermittent and incoherent. What is the origin of this northerner with the same name as himself, who should study such a strange thing?

When Lu Dian was immersed in meditation, a knock on the door interrupted Lu Dian's train of thought. Lu Dian looked up, and it turned out that the sky was already dark. I sat here and watched for a day without knowing it.

"Young master, are you okay!" Ah Le, who had been waiting for a day, was anxious, and it was rare for the young master to not speak all day in the past. When he reads, he doesn't like someone to be guarding him, no one can, so Ah Le can only wait outside. But the young master knows that he is hungry and thirsty, but today he didn't eat water and rice all day, what's the matter?

Lu Dian coughed lightly and said, "Ah Le, get something to eat, and by the way, add a glass of fine fruit juice." ”

"Young master, you are still planning to spend the night inside. Why don't you come out and eat? I'll have something to ask you in a moment. Ah Le was in a hurry. The young master didn't know when he would come out when he entered the study, and the old master ordered him to see the young master at night, what should I do?

"Uncle De will come in a while, you will help me get back. ”

"No, young master!" Ah Le said hurriedly.

"Ah Le, you're itchy again, aren't you? Lu Dian shouted. Ah Le sighed and shook his head, what can I do.

Lu Dian continued to look at the pages, and finally his gaze gradually fell on the five life papers. In fact, only the painting on the face of the five life papers is complete, and there are two lines of faint handwriting on the painting, which are indistinguishable. Lu Dian looked closer, but still couldn't tell the difference. What's going on here?

There must be something quirky about this painting. Lu Dian gently stroked the drawing paper, and the demon fox blinked again. Lu Dian rubbed his eyes and was sure that he was not mistaken. Indeed, this time it was clear that the demon fox really winked at himself. Lu Dian was taken aback, but he wasn't too surprised. This kind of thing may be that some ghost is covered in the painting, and it is usually not a big deal. He looked at it again for a while, and the painting was indeed very strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

Lu Dian took a half step back, and through the candle flame that had just been lit, he turned around and wanted to take the ancient books on the shelf behind him to check it out. When I turned around, the vague words were clearly distinguished. It reads: There is a beast in Qingqiu, its shape is like a fox, its voice is like a baby, it is a ferocious cannibal, and its name is the nine-tailed fox!

But this font is the first time he has seen it, but he doesn't know why he recognizes it, very kind, but he feels a little sad in the kindness. What is a nine-tailed fox? (To be continued.) )