The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

The next day when he got drunk, Shen Zhongyu scented incense and changed his clothes, washed away the smell of alcohol, burned incense and silently prayed for a long time, then helped Zhang Zhihe to the quiet room, and drove everyone away after entering.

There is only a carved wooden figurine, a yin and yang essence stone, and a small white porcelain bowl in the quiet room, other than that, there is nothing else.

Shen Zhongyu looked at this, sighed, took out a dagger and cut his own wrist, dripped a bowl of bottom blood, then took out the elixir, rubbed it loosely and spread it on it, only felt a burst of coolness, it was already healed.

He dipped his fingers in blood and drew a formation on the ground, this formation was not complicated, but he still felt dizzy after looking at it for a long time, and because it was written in blood, it looked very hideous and terrifying.

Shen Zhongyu licked off the blood from his finger, took the wooden figurine, forced a little blood from his heart, and ignited the small figurine's eyebrows.As soon as the blood penetrated into it, the villain's eyebrows and eyes became alive all of a sudden, as if he could laugh and move. There was a silent wind in the quiet room, and it came suddenly, with a faint fragrance of a woman. There seemed to be someone in the wind. Smiling strangely, Shen Zhongyu remained still, squeezed a spell, gathered the Yin wind and threw it into the villain, smelled the fragrance, but also thought, this wind is not enough, could it be that the ghost I summoned is a beautiful ghost? !

With the evil wind entering the body, the villain can really walk and move, and can even bow to others. Shen Zhongyu also felt that the villain was connected with his own blood, telepathically, and put him in the blood formation.Then he channeled his whole body's mana, and the mighty mana of Jindan Grandmaster circulated, and dots of golden light lit up in the darkness, like thunder and lightning surrounding his body.

Shen Zhongyu's mana forced out the curse on his body, and the formed incense and blood curse writhed ferociously in the air, sometimes like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, sometimes like a centipede opening its teeth and claws, but this was just a curse, and his spiritual wisdom was not yet opened. On the side, there was an unguarded but consistent breath, so he turned around and threw himself into the villain like a puff of green smoke.

As soon as the curse entered the body, it felt wrong, and wanted to leave the body, but there was no time!The thick mana circulated in the body, and Shen Zhongyu felt refreshed. With a pinch of Fa Jue, he watched the heavy Yin-Yang Yuanshi jump up lightly and float on the blood formation, which was not easy to say. Sure enough, this stubborn stone seems to be pressing on something, no matter how the villain below jumps around, the stone is still steady in the sky, neither rising nor falling.

Seeing this, Shen Zhongyu breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and stretched his legs, closed his eyes to feel the lively Wuxia Dao Pill in his dantian, which was full of vigor and energy, and opened his eyes to look at the blood curse that was still struggling, his eyes froze, It's time to fix this thing too.

Turning the brilliance in his hand, a jade ruler still appeared in his palm, but it was his natal magic weapon, which could measure good and evil, cause and effect, one foot down to show good and punish evil, cut off cause and effect, and even pass through cause and effect. Contact, from attacks such as transformation of gods, mana, etc. to the ontology.Before he professed his magic power, this measuring ruler could only be covered with dust.

The villain in the blood formation seemed to feel that the jade ruler could cut cause and effect, so he flinched and became much quieter.Shen Zhongyu was not merciful, he went down one foot, scattered the curse, traced back to the source along the force of cause and effect, a jade ruler emitting a faint blue light suddenly appeared in midair in a dilapidated small temple far away in Qilian Mountains, carrying the wind and thunder. Force hit it down!

All of a sudden the dilapidated small temple completely collapsed, half of the god statue in the temple was broken, and then the rumbling dragon turned over and buried the small temple deep in the ground.

Shen Zhongyu took back the measuring ruler, saw the remnants on the ground, felt that the cause and effect had been broken, and the curse could no longer entangle her, so she smiled with satisfaction, took back the ruler, and went out with all her clothes on.

Zhang Zhihe had been waiting outside for a long time, when he suddenly realized that he turned around and saw that Shen Zhongyu had come out. He was always overjoyed and didn't know what to say or do, but stayed where he was, staring blankly at Gao Changxuan's majestic and majestic appearance. Shen Zhongyu looked at himself with a smile like a jade mountain facing the wind.

The old Cangtou who was sweeping the floor looked at the new fairy staring at the other person like a fool, shook his head, and continued to sweep the floor with his head down.

Shen Zhongyu was also happy to see Zhang Zhihe, she was stunned when she saw him, she was dumbfounded, and said, this fool is really sincere, and waved to him, beckoning him to come over.

Zhang Zhihe walked a few steps, felt that he was jumping up and down, that he was frivolous, so he stood for a while, adjusted his clothes, and then continued to walk, but it was also a windy walk, and when he came to Shen Zhongyu, he held his hands, looked at it for a long time, and then said: "Sir, are you all right?"

"Ah."

"How nice are you, sir?"

"Yes." Shen Zhongyu saw that he was in a daze, patted his shoulder, and said: "It's much better already, I still need to retreat and adjust my breath for a day or two, first come out for a walk and exercise."

"Since that's the case, sir, go back and retreat quickly."

"I couldn't walk for a whole month, my bones were so hard that I could take two steps."

"it is good."

Zhang Zhihe helped him walk around the garden twice, and then urged him to go back to retreat.Shen Zhongyu agreed, but when he entered the quiet room, he held the door and said, "When I leave the customs, I will take you to drink the best wine in Shuofang City."

"Understood." Zhang Zhihe said, "You can retreat with peace of mind."

Zhang Zhihe watched Shen Zhongyu close the door, stood outside for a while, remembered that the chrysanthemums in the front hall were blooming well, and went out to admire them quietly for a while, when he heard the rumble outside the door, he knew it was a carriage passing by, remembered one, and asked the side to water it Hua's maid asked, "Do you know who lives next door?"

"If you go back to the master, the next door is the other courtyard of He Lou's family."

Zhang Zhihe remembered it when he heard it, as if he had heard it before, but he felt uncomfortable when he thought of the woman from He Lou's family, let alone being next to her, and said: "Got it, I'll go back and do today's homework. "

And next door, there is a small pond in the deep courtyard, with willows swaying, which can't cover the quiet sun, wisps of white smoke curl up from the pond water, and beside the pond, under the Zhulou is a quiet and motionless Red lacquered swing.

If the streamer was moved forward, it happened that when Shen Zhongyu burned incense and took a bath, a beautiful woman was pedaling vigorously on the swing, she was dripping with sweat, and her face was flushed.

She has a melon-shaped face, which is soaked in sweat, clear and moist, and her black hair is loosely tied, but some mischievous ones are scattered on her face, adding a bit of unbridled charm to her. The fine hair on the tip of her nose It fluttered with the flapping of the nose, which made people itch to see it, and wanted to dial it up for her.It was He Lou Yanhong, the eldest daughter of Shuofang City Lord He Lou's family.

The maid who was close to her came over with the letter, seeing He Lou Yanhong having fun, she didn't dare to disturb her, she just stood by and waited for her to see it before handing over the letter.

He Lou Yanhong took the letter and read it at a glance. It said that Xiang Qinghan stopped her when she failed to rob people yesterday.He Lou Yanhong looked at the words in the letter that her father said to cultivate herself, don't cause trouble, she couldn't help feeling depressed, the faint fear of Xiang Qinghan revealed in the words made her even more unwilling, she rubbed the letter in her hands for a long time, and finally tore it up , Said: "Go out, I want to relax."

"Yes." Afraid of his power, the maids retreated one after another.

He Lou Yanhong saw that people had left, so she walked around the garden twice and walked around a deep path, but at the end of the path was a quiet room.The quiet room has a small window, a quiet room, and complete beds, which is a good place.

After entering, He Lou Yanhong closed the door, pulled the belt, and slipped the skirt, revealing her tender, slender and long calves, which were as white as lotus roots. Heng, towards the corner of the room, hooked his fingers, and said: "Are you facing the wall? Come here!"

The man over there turned around, but there was a man in a black robe, with red lips and white teeth, handsome and gentle, but with a bald head, he was actually a monk. Seeing this scene, he said in a familiar way: "The benefactor Not in a good mood?"

"If I'm happy, I don't have to come to you, you bald man!"

"Is it because I can't grab someone or something?" The monk said as he untied his clothes slowly as he set off.

"It's because I couldn't grab someone, and I was reprimanded by my father." He Lou Yanhong said with a bit of grievance and coquettishness in her tone.

The monk came to her, knelt down slowly, and said: "The benefactor has promised me before, don't forget."

He Lou Yanhong pushed the bald head down, and said: "I can't forget, I have ordered someone to buy it with a lot of money, and I just entered the city yesterday, and I gave it all. But what are those? Are you begging me like this?"

"How can this poor monk count as a request?"