All he said was prophecy

The view of the three officials is a small view.

When Liang Quan showed up here with Taoist Gu and Xia Shan, the front door was already covered by falling snow, a thick layer of white snow even covered the threshold, the snow fell, and the snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and the cold touch melted into him. The clothes are heavy, and there are little circles in the halo.

The plain old wooden door stood in place, with an iron lock on the knocker, Liang Quan stretched out his hand and pressed it, feeling a layer of dust.

"Can no one get in?"

Standing on the tall tree on the mountain, looking at the appearance of the courtyard, he can vaguely see that although the Taoist temple is small, there are many clusters.

"Before I left, I sent a blessing." Liang Quan took out the key from his pocket and opened the iron lock.

"Hmph." Bai Shui fell from the tree, and Liang Quan's speech ability, who can break through at will?

Gu Xiao Taoist and Xia Shan knew that they were coming to the former address of their senior/master, and they couldn't help being a little dazed when they saw it. The Taoist priest in front of him also came from an ordinary Taoist temple.

But only in such a quiet atmosphere can such a character be cultivated.

Liang Quan pushed open the wooden door, the snow was not worth mentioning under his strength, he pushed open the huge space abruptly, there was nowhere to put it in the courtyard, he smiled lightly, waved past, the thick snow melted, and brought Gone the dirt.

The Taoist temple is very quiet, it is really not big, its layout is not known to be much smaller than the Sanyuan Temple in Chang'an City, it enshrines the three patriarchs, the backyard is where they live, and further back, there is really a bamboo forest.

In the snowflakes all over the sky, the bamboo forest stands peacefully, and in the rustling wind, there is an eternal ancient rhyme swaying.

Liang Quan let them take care of themselves, while he went straight to the study.

This study was originally used by the old Taoist, and Liang Quan also stayed here for some time after he "passed away".He gently pushed open the door, and under the influence of the spell, the interior of the room still maintained the same furnishings as before.

Tables and chairs, the four treasures of the study, bookcases, full of books... and a portrait.

Liang Quan walked up to the portrait, stroked it twice, and laughed again.This is Lao Dao's self-portrait, and it's funny to say, his friends have given him many portraits, but he doesn't like any of them, so he insists that it doesn't look like it.

Later, Xiao Liang Quan said, wouldn't it be better to paint by yourself?

The old Taoist immediately laughed, waved his hand, and painted with ink. After a few hours, he smiled and hung it up in the study as a treasure, claiming that he would let his friends appreciate it, which caused countless ridicules.

Liang Quan sat down in front of the desk, stretched out his hand and opened the drawer on the left, and there was a scroll inside.

The scroll was wrapped with a red string and looked a bit worn out.Liang Quan took it out, put the bundle he was carrying with him on the left side, opened it and took out another scroll from it.

This scroll was given to Liang Quan by Yang Guang the night after he met Bi Xi.

And the one placed in the Taoist temple has been experienced from the very beginning.

But these two scrolls are actually the same.

Liang Quan opened the two scrolls, put them on top of each other, then raised his hand and tapped a few places on the scroll surface, and several bursts of energy burst out from the scroll.

Liang Quan frowned, caught it with his backhand, pulled a piece of white paper with his left hand, and quickly pressed it down on the paper!

The air flow distorted into different shapes, but under Liang Quan's palm it was still tightly controlled, and soon after, it turned into words.

Liang Quan curled up his palms, and then looked seriously, but ignored the slight injury.

Liang Quan has studied these two scrolls countless times.When Yang Guang handed it over to him, he said that he got it "accidentally", and the method of using other dragon veins to help him was born from this scroll.

Liang Quan vaguely remembered that when Lao Dao gave him this scroll for fun, he once said that the paintings on this scroll were pictures, but they were words in human eyes.

From the perspective of different people, they can always see different things. The old Taoist also said with a smile at the time that what he saw from here was not a painting, but a human heart.

However, from the beginning to the end, Liang Quan saw only paintings.

These thousands of mountains and rivers fall into the small scroll, which is only a square inch of land, but it has a sense of vastness and ethereal grandeur, and it always feels extremely shocking when you look at it.

Liang Quan really didn't see any... so-called methods in this landscape painting.

But after looking at it for a long time, this small difference also fell into Liang Quan's eyes, and the painting looked different.It's like when you first met a pair of twins, you couldn't tell them apart at first, but as time passed, it became easy to separate them.

That little difference completely differentiated the two.

It was these differences that Liang Quan touched with his fingertips just now.

Liang Quan captured the bursts of ink, but the struggle also made Liang Quan's palms bloody. I don't know where the master left the painting. Fang Qiu's aura looks down on the world, and even the ink meaning that remains so far has an unstoppable aura!

Liang Quan looked at the handwriting, and laughed out loud after a long time.

I don't know who sent this laughter, no matter it is Taoist Gu, Xia Shan, or the pig staying in the bamboo forest, they all look back at the place where the wanton and free and easy laughter came from.

It is rare for Liang Quan to be so dissolute and unrestrained, showing it naturally.

Xia Shan hurried to the door and watched Liang Quan roll up two scrolls with one hand, which made him a little awkward. After a few careful glances, he realized that Liang Quan had been using his left hand all the time.

"Master, what happened to your hand?"

Liang Quan put away all the scrolls, and then left the table with the bundle, "No problem, just a small injury."

Xia Shan frowned and looked at the blood dripping on the ground, "You should bandage it, so as not to..." Before he finished speaking, the little paper figurine rushed out and leaned against Liang Quan's wrist. Although he didn't make any other movements, But no matter how you look at it, it seems to be humming.

Xiaocao'er looked at Liang Quan timidly, and the little tender buds emerged from Liang Quan's shoulders, giving the illusion of running away in fright.

"Do not be sad."

Liang Quan had no choice but to hand over the burden in his hand to Xia Shan. Xia Shan thought it was just a small burden, but after taking it, he was caught off guard and almost fell on his foot!

He was carrying the burden with a dazed face, veins appeared on his forehead, and he was struggling to receive it, "Master, you are... a bit heavy."

Taoist Gu laughed at him from behind, then took it over, and said relaxedly, "You should practice again."

Xia Shan couldn't help laughing, and leaned over to Liang Quan to look at the wound. After Xia Shan left, Taoist Gu's eyelids twitched twice, and then changed hands. He didn't expect the burden to be so heavy. The twisted appearance of twisted hands.

She covered her nose, hid on the window sill and said, "You'd better stop the bleeding quickly." He could hardly bear the smell anymore.

Whenever Liang Quan was injured, the spiritual energy would disperse from the wound, and the little paper man could hold back, but he felt the eager hunger tearing from his throat, and he immediately turned over and left the mountain, not knowing where he was going.

Liang Quan laughed softly, and whispered a few hemostatic spells. After the bleeding stopped, he fooled around a few times to make sure that he would not arouse the worry of the little paper figurine again, and he didn't pay attention to it again.

Maybe Liang Quan didn't fix the bandages just now, and Taoist Gu saw the two scrolls, and said curiously, "Brother, why are these two copies?"

He often saw Liang Quan looking at the scrolls when he was free, but he didn't know why, the senior brother never asked them to approach, only told them to stay far away, so Gu Xiaodao also vaguely felt that this was a very important thing.

Liang Quan smiled and said, "No, this is only one share."

The upper one and the lower one are originally the same one, and there is no reason to separate them.

Daoist Gu suddenly realized, "So it can be done like this."

The little paper man rubbed Aijiao on Liang Quan's finger, his expression was a little sleepy, he didn't want to absorb the spiritual energy, after a while it crawled back to its original position, then hugged Xiao Cao'er, secretly drew a big picture with its little hand. circle.

That's... big.

The little paper figurine has never drawn such a large circle before. When it was unable to do so, it let go of the grass and jumped up suddenly, and then barely finished the last stroke on the top.

Xia Shan who witnessed the whole process: "..."

Gu Qingyuan just saw the last step: "..."

...and Liang Quan, who felt the wave and looked back, saw someone suddenly appearing, he subconsciously grabbed that person's waist, and the luxurious clothes slipped over Liang Quan's fingers.Before the man stood still, he grabbed Liang Quan's neck with his backhand, and the words that seemed to be a smile but not a smile came out, "Liang Quan, are you missing me?"

With a wanton and teasing tone, he hooked Liang Quan's neck with one hand, and then leaned on his shoulder and laughed softly. The sound touched Liang Quan's ears, and immediately turned red.

A cool and delicate fragrance floated by, it was the spice that Yang Guang always liked, his whole clothes were stained with this smell, even people seemed to be light and light.

After Yang Guang stood still, Liang Quan let go of his hand, "Why are you here?" As soon as he spoke, he suddenly faced the little paper man standing on Yang Guang's bun with a cute face.

The little paper man looked at Liang Quan cutely and cutely, then slowly disappeared into Yang Guang's overlapping clothes.

Yang Guang felt the little paper figurine's friction, so he took out the little wooden figurine and handed it to him, "You hit me upside down." Rubbing Liang Quan's face with his fingertips, he said again, "This is The Three Officials View?"

He looked at the window of this study, and looked from the window, the bamboo forest in the snow was swaying, white and green were intertwined, and the falling snow was so ethereal and dusty, just like an old picture.

"You once picked a flower there." Yang Guangyu hesitated, but said more firmly.

Liang Quan was slightly taken aback, if Amo even thought about this, he might not be far from a complete recovery.