Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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"Hello, viewers and friends, welcome to the travel program "Home is Far Away". I am your friend, Huo."

The young host combed a Mohawk ponytail that is very popular nowadays. Although it looks a little dirty, it looks very clean when it smiles.

He seems to be a novice in the host world, and he doesn't seem to be so comfortable with the camera.

"This time our program team came to Yanhuang. Speaking of Huanghuang, the first thing that comes to mind is the magnificent murals—yes, the travel guide we customized for the audience is exactly the most famous place to visit here. A mural."

"Looking at the pictures of today's temples, they are very different. The image of the forest without swords, the boiling wok, the bull's head, and A Fang, and it changes into a gloomy shape, making the viewer's armpit hairs stand up and shuddering—"Hell in Disguise""

As soon as the camera turned and the picture zoomed out, an elderly man in a suit appeared in the camera. He looked polite and refined, squinting his eyes to greet the camera.

"This time, our special tour guide is the deputy curator of the ██ Museum, a doctor of cultural relic identification, and a collector."

The young host handed the microphone to the collector, "Speaking of Wu Daozi, everyone must be familiar with the idiom Wu Dao Dangfeng, which also describes the elegance and smoothness of Wu Daozi's comparison."

After finishing speaking, the young host changed the subject, "However, Wu Daozi's canonization work recognized by the calligraphy and painting circles is not a picture of a lady with fluttering clothes, but "Hell in Disguise" that makes people feel chills when they see it. what about this?"

This is really strange, and this question from the youth host also reflects the true inner thoughts of many viewers.

The vice-principal didn't answer the question right away. He thought for a while, and then asked, "There should be many people who don't know the origin of the painting of hell in disguise, right?"

The host was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect him to ask such a question. He shook his head frankly, "I really didn't pay attention to this point. There are many descriptions of this painting in textbooks from the artistic aspect."

The vice-principal nodded, "Originally there was a section about the origin of "Hell in Disguise" in the textbook, but after our discussion, we decided to delete this section."

"Because it's too unhealthy."

Before the sentence was finished, the vice-principal began to walk in the direction of the cave when the young host reacted, at a leisurely pace, and his destination was the temple where the mural in disguised form of hell was found.

"Let's put it this way, Wu Daozi is a diligent person in the official history, but in the unofficial history... he is a complete scumbag."

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Ping An Jing.

When they realized that the shrine was about to collapse, Tamamomae and the jungler reacted very quickly. Each of them rushed out with a child in their arms. Just as they rushed out of the shrine, there was a loud noise, and the shrine behind them collapsed.

A burst of wall dust hit the face, blowing the four people into disgrace.

The shrine, which was still intact just now, collapsed into ruins in an instant. The steady jungler was also staring at the miserable ruins, his pupils constricted.

"My lord envoy, this..."

The jungler's coat was instantly drenched in cold sweat, he turned his head helplessly, and looked at Yuzao.

And the latter also had a livid expression. The moment he turned his head, he saw Yuzao frowning tightly, showing sharp canine teeth when he clenched his lower lip... But then, he immediately recovered his expression, bowed his head and began to comfort the two in his arms. A frightened child.

"It's okay...it doesn't matter..."

After a while, Yuzao looked up, "No one can hurt that guy, she must have something wrong."

That's right, if Qingtu wants to hide her figure, no one in the world will be able to find her unless she shows her feet deliberately, and the murals on the main body in the shrine are also well protected by Tamamo, so it is impossible for her to be Someone attacked.

Then the problem is her own.

"Don't waste your time, you won't be able to find her whereabouts." Yu Zaoqian planned to stand still, but he raised his eyes to see the anxious jungler, and suddenly changed his words.

"Why don't you go to the place called Honmaru that she built before and have a look."

It's good to let the child look for it, if it gets too big, don't let anything happen again.

Yuzao had foreseen that such a day would come a long time ago, but he was told in the dark, maybe... this is not a bad thing.

The jungler couldn't sit still for a long time. Hearing Yuzaoqian's order, he ran away without saying a word, leaving the two children still pulling at Yuzaoqianqian's skirt, looking at him ignorantly.

Yuzao sighed, hugged his two children, and sat directly on a collapsed beam on the ground. This scene looked a bit miserable, combined with the large area of ​​ruins behind, it was inexplicably majestic.

"What a headache..." After a while, Yu Zaoqian muttered to himself.

"I just signed a 100-year contract, where will I live for the remaining 99 years..."

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With a loud noise, the tallest tree in the main pill finally couldn't support its scarred body and fell down.

Jin Jian rushed into the conference room in a panic, just about to shout, but unexpectedly, the smiling Qing Jiang who was sitting at the door had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately covered his mouth, and at the same time, whispered a warning in Jin Jian's ear.

"If you shout something like [our father is dead], maybe Da Baoping will really beat you up."

Jin Jian stopped struggling instantly, and stared at Smiling Qingjiang dripping with cold sweat. Seeing this, Smiling Qingjiang let go of his hand.

"Although I had expected such a day, once I encountered it, I was still a little hesitant." Jiang Xue Zuowen respectfully saluted Wan Yehuai who had been scorched and broken.

As soon as the jungler came, what he saw... was this scene. At this moment, the collapsed shrine and the fallen locust tree were like a haze that made him breathless.

He stared closely at the scorched trees on the ground, staggered a few steps and almost failed to stand still. Fortunately, a pair of hands beside him supported him. Kagemaru looked hesitantly at the unexpected visitor who appeared suddenly, and wanted to ask something, but after thinking about it Still closed his mouth, and turned to look at the tree on the ground with the same worried eyes.

Everything has to be prioritized, and the matter of the inquisitor comes first.

But it's strange to say... After Wan Yehuai, the spiritual power center of Honmaru, representing the incarnation of the God-inspector, fell, it seemed... nothing else happened.

In the sword man's blood, Qingtu's spiritual power flowed gently and methodically with a cool temperature, without any influence.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, when the huge towering tree fell down... the sunlight was unobstructed, and it fell down smoothly, making the light of the pill more abundant, the darkness and humidity swept away, and the whole pill exuded Warm "Taste of the Sun".

"Oh...please let me go." Chiyokanmaru squeezed in from the periphery of the crowd. I don't know when it started. Chiyokanmaru, who was good at aquatic products before... suddenly became an agricultural expert.

He squatted down slowly, and used his hands to push away the ashes on the charred tree stump, his movements were gentle but firm, like a child unwrapping presents.

"I found it...here it is."

Chiyo Kanmaru lowered his voice, he carefully pushed away the last ashes, a bright green was revealed, and a willow bud stretched out with two small leaves, which seemed to illuminate the surroundings at once.

"Well, very good."

Sanri Yuezong was the first to come back to his senses, he nodded in satisfaction, and also slowly approached, the unobstructed sunlight fell unscrupulously on his blue hair, making him... no.

Let all the sword men in No.128 Honmaru be dyed with warm colors that never existed in the past.

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"Wu Daozi didn't paint this mural out of any emotion, but the abbot of the temple paid a lot of money to ask him to paint it."

The collector talked eloquently to the camera, "However, Wu Daozi was over 50 years old at the time, and he seemed to have exhausted his talent and inspiration. After more than 10 days, he did not start writing, which made the host a little dissatisfied."

The male host nodded, "Indeed, according to the current situation, this should be regarded as a delay... Then what will happen next, so that Wu Daozi can draw this world-famous painting through the ages?"

Favorites made a gesture of calm down, "At this time, a young talent named Huangfu Zhen suddenly appeared in Chang'an, and he quickly became a rookie in the painting circle, and he was already the leader in Chang'an City. There are even rumors that this young artist in his 20s... has surpassed Wu Daozi's level."

The male host was taken aback, and quickly asked, "This name is a little strange, and it seems that it is not well-known, but with this level...why didn't it go down in history like Wu Daozi?"

The collector took a deep look at the male host, and didn't pick up on it, but continued to tell the story, "At the invitation of the host, this young artist volunteered to take over Wu Daozi's job, and then, through drunkenness, in front of everyone's eyes Among them, a master's work was drawn."

"The work of the master...?"

"That's right, this 20-year-old painter has painted masterpieces that represent a master who can completely establish a school. At this time, Wu Daozi, who is in his 50s, has not yet reached this level."

"Then, the host announced in public...the murals that will be handed over to Wu Daozi will be given to Huangfu Zhen to complete."

At this time, the male host did not speak, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with the development of the story...

"Well, that's right." The collector sighed quietly, "At this time Wu Daozi became anxious, fearing that his reputation as a painting saint would not be preserved...so he took the risk and spent 20 taels of silver to hire someone to make this amazing talent Assassinated the young painter."

"With blood on his hands, Wu Daozi has been in regret and panic day and night since then, fearing that he will lose his life after the incident is exposed, and also fearing that he will be punished if he does something outrageous. It was Wu Daozi who created it under this kind of mental state, and with this kind of fear, the hell he painted is extremely realistic...so by a very coincidence, this painting has also become a masterpiece of the master."

The male host took a deep breath.

At this time, the collector laughed loudly, "This is just an unofficial history, so don't take it seriously, because Huangfu Zhen's so-called master's work has not been handed down, and disappeared without a trace... So there is no evidence to prove this. people existed."

"However, Wu Daozi's "Hell in Disguise" has been handed down. This is resounding evidence."

The collector stretched out his hands and made a big gesture, "Now, this map of hell in disguise is our national treasure!"

"That's right, but you misremembered a little bit, sir." The young host smiled helplessly, and stretched out his hand to slap the size of a palm.

"This national treasure...isn't as big as you imagined."

The author has something to say: This is indeed an incident recorded in the unofficial history, but... who knows.

Haitang couldn't bear it any longer, and worked overtime every day for two days on weekends, so I didn't have a holiday for half a month, and I couldn't bear the code words, so I need to save more manuscripts for the next one... As for which one, pig Feet already made a cameo appearance in this chapter