Just reborn, my wife and daughter were humiliated

Ye Feng came in front of Niu Sixi, who pointed at the wall and said, "Look, there are words here, and there are patterns behind them. It looks like an internal skill."

"But why does this text look so weird?"

Ye Feng moved the light over, took a few glances and said, "This is ancient writing."

"I do not recognize!"

"Let me take a look!" Ouyang Qianxia said.

After Ouyang Qianxia took a look, she smiled and said, "It is indeed ancient writing. Fortunately, I recognize it."

"Do you know him?" Niu Sixi asked in surprise.

Ouyang Qianxia said proudly: "Yes, I studied ancient characters when I was in college, and my grades were pretty good!"

"Thank you, Miss Chinatsu!" Ye Feng said.

After looking at it for a while, Ouyang Qianxia said, "I understand the general meaning."

"It says here that the stone door in front of us weighs only a thousand pounds, but it cannot be opened by brute force."

"The way to open the stone door is on the wall."

"But at the end of this text, it also says that if you can't figure out how to open the stone door, you will be trapped here until you die!"

After saying that, Ouyang Qianxia pointed to the other side and said, "I just saw two skeletons sitting there. They probably didn't understand the method."

"The method is laid out right here, but you still can't understand it?" Zhou Bo said with a frown.

Ouyang Qianxia said: "Uncle Zhou, it just says that there are methods on the surrounding walls, but since we need to comprehend, it shouldn't be a simple description of the method."

Ye Feng turned his head and glanced at the two skeletons in the corner of the hall and said:

"They should have been trapped and died here before. It seems that they didn't understand the method on the wall until they died."

Niu Sixi and his companions glanced at the wall and said, "These are just patterns. How can people understand them?"

"Isn't this what you did on purpose, Senior?"

"Just give me a few patterns and let me figure out the method?"

After saying that, Niu Sixi walked directly towards the stone gate, muttering, "I'm not good at understanding martial arts, and I can't understand this pattern. I'd better study the mechanism of this stone gate."

"Without a mechanism, such a heavy stone door cannot be opened."

Murong Feng also wanted to follow, but he was reluctant to leave the martial arts on the wall and was a little hesitant.

After Zhou Bo looked at the pattern on the stone wall for a few seconds, he said to Ye Feng, "Mr. Ye, have you ever heard of a method of preaching through painting?"

"Teaching the Dao through painting?" Ye Feng looked at Zhou Bo in surprise. "You mean to put the true meaning of martial arts into the painting?"

"Mr. Ye knows?" Uncle Zhou asked in surprise.

Ye Feng nodded, "This is what is written on the plaque of my clinic!"

"When I first went there, I felt that the words on the plaque were not simple. I didn't expect that it was written by Mr. Ye himself. No wonder I could feel a hint of sword intent." Zhou Bo said with a wry smile, "I underestimated Mr. Ye."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "I was just too lazy to find someone to write it, so I wrote it myself."

"Mr. Ye is too modest!" Uncle Wu said with a smile.

Then the two of them looked at the stone paintings on the stone wall.

The first stone painting is a landscape painting.

Ye Feng looked at the landscape painting in front of him and there seemed to be nothing wrong. When he was wondering what the tomb owner wanted to express in the painting, he suddenly discovered that the water surface of this landscape painting seemed a little different.

In the landscape painting, a small boat is floating on the river, and a man who looks like a scholar is standing on the boat, holding a book in his hand.

However, when Ye Feng looked carefully, he found that the direction of the water ripples on the river was wrong.

Ye Feng said to Zhou Bo: "Uncle Zhou, look at his water patterns."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bo looked at the landscape painting and fell into deep thought.

And the moment Ye Feng looked at the water ripples, the surrounding environment changed.

At this time, Ye Feng was standing on the bank of the stream, watching the small boat in the river rowing forward.

Ye Feng couldn't help but say: "This tomb owner is really a world-shaking talent."

"Just a landscape painting is an environment. Although I can leave the sword intent in the words, I still can't create an illusion. I didn't expect the tomb owner to create an illusion directly."

"But the water ripples are flowing in the opposite direction. What does it mean?"

Thinking of this, Ye Feng looked up at the boat again. Although the boat was floating on the river at this time, the boatman only needed to gently push the boat, and the boat could stay in place. With another push, the boat could move forward.

The scholar on the boat actually turned around and looked at Ye Feng with a smile.

"No, the force is not right!" Ye Feng frowned and said, "The boatman's rowing is so light that it can't resist the reverse wave of the river."

"But why can the boat row forward?"

At this moment, the scholar on the boat said to Ye Feng: "Please come up and have a chat!"

Seeing this, Ye Feng tapped his feet lightly and was on the boat in an instant.

"Sit down!" said the scholar, pointing to the tea table on the small bed.

Ye Feng didn't hesitate and sat down directly, looking at the scholar.

The scholar had a fair complexion without a trace of stubble, and looked quite handsome.

"But are you looking at the water ripples?" the scholar asked with a smile.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Yes!"

"Have you found anything?" the scholar asked with a smile.

Ye Feng did not answer this question, but looked at the scholar and asked: "Are you derived from the illusion in this painting, or was it left there intentionally by the owner?"

"Is there any difference?" The scholar said with a smile, "No matter which one, my master needs to arrange it."

"You haven't answered my question yet!"

Ye Feng nodded slightly, "The river water is flowing backwards. The boatman's strength should not be able to withstand the impact of the river water, but the boat can move forward steadily."

After hearing Ye Feng's words, the scholar was not surprised. He nodded and said, "It's nothing to see this. Anyone who is a little careful can see it."

"But have you discovered the reason?"

Ye Feng said calmly: "If I knew, I wouldn't stay here."

"Hmm?" The scholar was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled and said, "That makes sense."

"This painting contains a method to open the stone door. You must comprehend it carefully."

"When this boat reaches the bridge hole ahead, your time will be up. If you want to come in again, you will have to wait a long time."

Hearing this, Ye Feng frowned and said, "Is there a time limit in this painting?"

"Of course!" The scholar nodded, then stopped talking, returned to the bow of the boat, and gently waved a paper fan.

Ye Feng also turned his head and looked at the water again. After looking for a while, Ye Feng stood up and walked to the boatman.

This boatman was like an NPC in a game. He just smiled at Ye Feng but didn't say anything.

Ye Feng's eyes were fixed on the oars in the boatman's hands, one after another.

Gradually, Ye Feng seemed to have found a pattern between the oars, but it seemed that he had not grasped anything.

Suddenly, Ye Feng saw the boatman's arms. Every time the boatman seemed to hit the water lightly with the oars, veins were bulging on his arms.

After watching it several times, Ye Feng was stunned, "Is this making light of a heavy task?"

“Although it looks light and airy, it actually has a force of ten thousand pounds. I never thought that the mystery of this painting lies in the boatman.”

"I see."

At this time, the scholar turned around and said with a smile: "You are really good at understanding!"