My Master is Lin Zhengying

Nan Chen and the others adapted to the environment, and after seeing that they had escaped from the world in the painting, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Cai even sat down on a chair beside him:

"Hey! I finally escaped back..."

Qiu Sheng also sighed:

"Near death!"

Nan Chen also had a wry smile on his face, he almost couldn't get out.

The banshee in this painting is really powerful.

But at this moment, Ren Fa was still handed over to Ren Tingting and Ren De.

Ren De hurriedly greeted a few servants to go upstairs.

At the same time, he asked Nan Chen:

"Master Nanchen, is my master alright?"

"Yes, brother Nanchen, is my father okay?"

Nan Chen let out a sigh of relief:

"Don't worry, Mr. Ren is fine.

Give him a good rest and he will wake up. "

Ren Tingting is very grateful:

"Brother Nan Chen, thank you so much.

Otherwise, otherwise my father, my father..."

After speaking, Ren Tingting began to cry.

Nan Chen said comfortingly:

"It's okay, just come back.

But this painting must be burned to avoid further harm. "

Ren Tingting nodded directly:

"Well, Brother Nanchen, I'll listen to you."

In Ren Tingting's view, the most trustworthy one is now.

Apart from the housekeeper Ren De, he is Nan Chen.

At the same time, several servants had already gone upstairs.

Under the greeting of the housekeeper Ren De, several people carried Ren Fa back to the room.

Ren Tingting also had a relationship with Ren Fa, so she followed.

In the room, there were only three senior brothers Nanchen left.

At this moment, Nan Chen was relieved.

Looking at this picture of a scholar looking at the mountain again, it already feels a little dazzling.

On the surface, this painting is still the same.

Nothing has changed.

Green mountains and green waters, small bridges and families, scholars who have already traveled.

The artistic conception is profound.

However, when Nan Chen looked at the poem on the painting again, he understood a lot.

Ask about the future when traveling in the world,

The faint clothes on the painting wall move.

There is no cave in the blessed land,

Yumaohuarong met in shock.

It seems that this poem has already foreshadowed that there is something hidden in this painting.

It's just that they don't know enough, and it's hard to spy in advance!

Qiu Sheng took a breather, and now he said to Nan Chen:

"Junior Brother, how to deal with this painting?"

Without hesitation, Nan Chen picked up a box of matches next to him and said directly:

"Burn it so it doesn't hurt anyone."

After speaking, he struck a match and lit a corner of the painting directly.

The flame rose, and burned to the middle of the painting in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, the painting changed.