The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

The carriage was silent all the way, Shen Zhongyu closed his eyes all the time and was resting his mind, Zhang Zhihe watched from the side and couldn't help but feel very worried.Niannu understands human feelings well, and seeing the atmosphere is so clean, he is naturally very quiet.

When approaching the gate of Jixueguan, Shen Zhongyu finally woke up, handed Niannu a bag of gold and silver, and a jade slip, and said: "Go and find a clean place to live, and practice the exercises in the jade slip with your heart, it will be good for you." Even if you can’t gain the Tao, you can still have the power to protect yourself.”

"Yes, thank you Master Shen." Nian Nu took it, her beautiful eyes were looking forward, and she gave Shen Zhongyu a tender look, but only saw Shen Zhongyu just turned his head to listen to Zhang Zhihe, and then he knelt in the car prostrate on the ground.

But Zhang Zhihe had a rare bad intention, and said to Shen Zhongyu: "You are a romantic accident!" He actually attacked the shield with the spear of the son.

Shen Zhongyu waved Niannu to get up, and said with a smile: "You can say so, I just don't want to do things for me." If they really kill He Loushi, Ren Niannu will die again. It's useless to be slick and slick, and he must be killed by the He Lou family to vent his anger.

Hearing Shen Zhongyu's words, Zhang Zhihe thought of this, and bowed his head, "Sir, you are thoughtful, I am narrow-minded."

Nian Nu watched them chattering, but never paid attention to himself, could not help feeling a little sad, just covered his face with his sleeves, unwilling to look at them any more.

While talking, the carriage had already stopped, and just as he got off, Zhang Zhihe remembered: "We talked about going out for a drink, and we talked for a long time, but we didn't even touch a drop of alcohol!"

"Huh?" Shen Zhongyu heard this, took out a jug of wine from his sleeve, and said, "Sprinkle this on your clothes, it can be regarded as getting drunk."

"No, what's the point of lying to yourself like this?" Zhang Zhihe took the wine, unscrewed it, poured it into his own mouth, took a full sip, wiped his mouth and said, "This is lamb's wine brought from outside the pass! "

"Yes." Seeing that he was drinking happily, Shen Zhongyu wanted to grab him.Zhang Zhihe became playful, carrying the jug, and walked like a canopy, walking like a dragon, fluttering like walking against the wind, took a few steps in the formation, and slammed into the door, As soon as he turned around the screen wall, he immediately fell silent.

Shen Zhongyu saw him stop behind him, looked over his shoulder, and saw the man standing on the rockery in the flower garden: his face was pale, but his cheeks were tinged with blush, his bones were thin, and he was wearing a loose Taoist robe. Fluttering on his body, this person doesn't look like a human being, he actually looks like a thin crane standing beside a rock.He didn't look at people either, he just looked sideways at the chrysanthemums in the flower garden.

Originally, monks seldom showed such an appearance of recovering from a serious illness. Usually, they were full of energy and blood, and their faces were rosy. Shen Zhongyu looked at his cultivation level carefully, and he was actually at the peak of foundation building. He was only one step away from forming a pill. The snow here is the main viewer.

When Zhang Zhihe saw him, he suddenly became cautious, straightened his clothes, saluted and said: "Chaoyang Peak disciple Zhang Zhihe has met Senior Xie." It was Xie Cunju, the master of Snow Temple in Shuofang City.

Xie Cunju looked at Zhang Zhihe, smiled slightly, and felt cordial at the sight, but there was still some bitterness between his brows, and said: "You don't need to be so polite, we brothers and sisters should be close, but I have been away, but I haven't seen him for a long time." There are people coming to the sect."

Zhang Zhihe thought for a while, and said: "It's just a coincidence that I came here. Senior brother just wasn't there when I came. Senior brother, this is Jingshan Taoist Shen Zhongyu, Mr. Shen." "Didn't you see me too?" Xie Cunju said , "Taoist of Jingshan, I have heard of you for a long time." Xie Cunju is indeed a really free and easy person. He exchanged pleasantries with Shen and Zhang for a while, and said: "I have always been casual. Junior brother is a member of the sect, so it is like being in the sect. That's fine; Daoist Shen, please do as you please." After finishing speaking, he calmly left.

The two saw that the master was so free and easy, and felt a lot more at ease. As soon as they returned to their room, they sat down and chatted. It was delivered today."

Zhang Zhihe took a look, but it was a post from Xiang Qinghan, saying please go to the ancient garden tomorrow, and also called someone to take with him.He handed the post to Shen Zhongyu, Shen Zhongyu took a look, and said: "Good luck, good fortune, but I've got it all, I can go and see Gu Yuanjun's Gu Yuan."

"What's the allusion to this ancient garden?"

"It is said that Mr. Guyuan was once a little prince. After the country was destroyed and his family was destroyed, he went to the fairyland and practiced Dafa. Then he moved the palace of his home country and named it Guyuan."

"Moving mountains and making land is really a great mana, a great supernatural power."

"Exactly, so it's good to have a look."

The next day, there was a carriage picking up the door immediately. As soon as the carriage and horse drove out of the city gate, they went straight up through the clouds and flew away. Not long ago, the carriage landed.

When Zhang Zhihe got out of the car, he saw the majestic Fengque, and when he looked closer, the paint on the Zhumen door was peeling off, the grass was luxuriant, and it was quite desolate. With a sound of "Hey", the palace gate opened, and two teams of maids walked out, carrying palace lanterns and incense burners, There are also holding Ruyi, flower baskets, etc., walking slowly.

The leading palace lady was wearing a purple palace dress, with a noble temperament, plump and charming, her face was powdered, her black eyebrows were drawn slender, her eyes were sparkling with phoenix eyes, and her lips were a little red.She was blessed with a graceful demeanor, and said: "Dare to ask, but Daoist Zhang and Daoist Shen?" "Yes." Zhang Zhihe handed her the invitation.She took it with both hands, her eyes flicked to the top, and handed it to Gong'e who was following behind, and said: "My concubine, Mrs. Cui, is here to welcome the two of you, please." Stand, wait for the two to pass, then start to follow.Entering the palace gate, I found that the palace was also full of thorns, and the bronze horse of the palace gate was half buried; .In such a desolate scene, there are two teams of gorgeously dressed palace women walking away with lanterns, which seems like a ridiculous drama.

Turning around the palace walls one after another, they are all red walls with the green of weeds. After walking for a long time, both of them feel a little confused, not knowing where they are.Shen Zhongyu frowned in pain, turned his head to look at the surrounding scenery, and cursed inwardly, this Gu Yuanjun will not panic if he lives here every day.

Fortunately, after entering a palace gate, the scenery suddenly became normal, with small bridges and flowing water, beautiful flowers and Yaocao, and the spring is bright;

Standing on the steps, Xiang Qinghan watched Shen and Zhang arrive, and when he saw Zhang Zhihe approaching him, he stretched out his hand and pulled him up to look at him, saying, "Why are you still so plain?" Then he saw Shen Zhongyu, smiled slightly, Said: "Taoist Shen is also good." Xiang Qinghan led them into the hall to sit down with the guests and hosts, rolled up his sleeves and made tea himself, and after they drank and said goodbye, he said: "The post from the Shuofang City Fighting Treasure Club is here again. Already..." "Doubao?" Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe's heart moved for some reason, and he had a premonition in his trance, so he couldn't help but read along.

"It's Doubao," Xiang Qinghan said lightly. "These people are very boring. They gather together to show off their treasures and fight for victory. Although they are boring, they are also somewhat impressive. Ah Zhi, you are about to form an alchemy. Go and see what is interesting and use it for refining The magic weapon of fate."

Zhang Zhihe was still thinking about the momentary inspiration that seemed to be palpitating, but he responded nonchalantly, and didn't hear what she was saying at all.

Xiang Qinghan saw that he was absent-minded, and said: "The date is three days later, you should rest here. When the time comes, we will go together."

Hearing that she had finally finished speaking, Zhang Zhihe struggled to get off the ground, saluted and staggered away.Shen Zhongyu also hurriedly left, and went to hold his arm so that he would not bump into the pillar.

Shen Zhongyu carried Zhang Zhihe and followed Gong'e to the temporary hall, which was also neat and beautiful, except that it was a little empty.He pressed Zhang Zhihe on the cloud bed and sat down, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Zhang Zhihe's eyes, poked him on the waist, and said, "What's wrong with you?" Zhang Zhihe said "Oh!" Overcome, he said: "Sir, I feel that my alchemy has been three times." "Huh? This is a good thing, what do you feel?"

"It was a bit confusing, as if there were a lot of people." Zhang Zhihe recalled with some pain, "The more I think about it, the more confused I become."

"Then don't think about it, let's do it."

Zhang Zhihe had a bitter expression on his face, and said, "I can only understand a little bit about divination."

"This is your three tribulations of alchemy. It has something to do with you. There is always some clue. Anyway, there is nothing to do in these three days, so you should fast quietly and do some divination."

"it is good."