The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

By the time the abandoned boat landed on the shore, Shen Zhongyu had already recovered, and all the way up the mountain, he pointed out the names of the flowers and trees along the way with Zhang Zhihe, and picked and tasted all the fairy fruits along the way.Along the way, vermilion fruits and red apricots continued, fire jujubes and pears spread, and even the flat peaches that should have grown in the fairyland of the Kunlun Xianzong Yaochi cave were obtained by Shen Zhongyu.

Zhang Zhihe bit the flat peach and felt that the taste was a bit like the original product in Yaochi Cave. He couldn't help but looked at Shen Zhongyu with a strange look, and after swallowing, he said, "Sir, you are really amazing."

Shen Zhongyu rubbed the peaches, took a bite, and said calmly as if waiting for something else: "It's just that there are more people." Let him pay attention, even the flat peaches in Yaochi Cave can be thrown away, so what about other secrets?Thinking of this, he vented his anger and took a bite of the sweet and juicy peach.

Seeing this, Shen Zhongyu insisted on exchanging his own with his.Zhang Zhihe asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhongyu smiled ambiguously, and said, "Well, share the peaches."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he took a serious look at Shen Zhongyu, and said, "Mr. is becoming more and more dishonest." "What's the point of treating you like a guest?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe blushed slightly, raised his head and looked around, and saw that there was a crabapple plant over there, the prosperity was gone, only the fruit was on the branch, and he broke one off and shared it with Shen Zhongyu up.

The two wandered around the mountains for another two days, and finally went back, Shen Zhongyu said: "The days are still long, if you like, we will go shopping every day from now on." Walking back to the main hall, seeing Longzi waiting in front of the hall, Shen Zhongyu As he entered the hall and sat down on the throne, he asked, "What's the matter?"

"Master Huijing looked a little anxious."

Hearing this, Shen Zhongyu nodded and said: "It's time to go out. You all come with me." Come on, he got up again and led the people out through the back door of the hall.

Walking down the corridors on both sides, after a while, you will see another large hall with small windows and vermilion households, magnificent. I didn't think it when I built the house before, but now it looks a bit violent. Shen Zhongyu blush when he thinks of this , stepped forward to push the door and said, "Come on."

Then as soon as he entered the door, he felt that the room was full of yin and blood, and when he thought of something, he turned around and stopped him, saying: "There are still some things, I will deal with them first." Huijing and Longzi looked at each other, and stayed in the room obediently Wait outside.

"Sir." Only Zhang Zhihe heard that Shen Zhongyu's tone was not like in the past, he stepped forward and pulled his sleeve and said, "What's the matter?" As soon as he came in, he also felt that something was wrong, and he had an illusion: never like today I also feel that this place is a magic palace.

This is because although the hall is spacious, it does not feel sparse, but is full of gloomy coldness, making people hunched back and huddled in one place. The ground is thick with black blood, but it still feels warm, and people step on it. It looked like he was going to burn his toes off from the heat.Zhang Zhihe regained his composure, and silently recited the Jingjing Sutra in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the black blood that was bubbling like boiling water on the ground calm down.

But after he relaxed for a while, he felt faint, rat-like, snake-like, small and broken voices all around him. He didn't care about it at first, but the more he listened to it, the more he felt that it was a person speaking under the voice, but he couldn't hear clearly. The more you listen carefully, the more you can't understand it, and it lures people into the darkness.

Zhang Zhihe only felt restless, as if he had a feeling of leaving his soul. He raised his foot at some point and wanted to go there. A cold tongue licked his neck, and then he felt a tingling.

When Zhang Zhihe turned his head, Shen Bi pulled out of its sheath, stabbed it through, and then saw only a half-burned paper figurine on the ground, surrounded by paper money, which looked especially strange on the sticky black blood.He felt something flowing over his neck, and when he touched it, he found that the thing had licked his neck just now and lost a piece of flesh, and it was bleeding now.

He didn't dare to relax, he quickly took out the wound medicine from his sleeve and pressed it on his neck, the blood stopped, new flesh grew, and healed in a blink of an eye.He calmed down a bit, and the sword energy burst out, stimulated by the sword intent, the corpse gu maggots lying on the ground sucking blood suddenly jumped up, rushed towards Zhang Zhihe, and turned into a blood mist under the strangulation of the sword energy, There was a foul stench.Enduring the stench, Zhang Zhihe patrolled around twice, and found that he had lost Shen Zhongyu without knowing it.

They were holding hands just now, but at some point they disappeared. He knew that at this moment, he couldn't just walk around in a hurry and bump into the trap.Therefore, he was even more cautious, held his sword, and groped for a while in the dark, but he didn't go anywhere else, but stayed where he was, knowing that Shen Zhongyu would come back to find him.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting in the same place, but he felt like thousands of years and hundreds of years, his heart was burning inside, and he couldn't help thinking that Mr. Shen didn't know what to do, I should go find him.With this thought in mind, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from ahead, which sounded like Shen Zhongyu's, and he couldn't help but feel happy.

After taking two steps forward, he saw a person standing in front of him, wearing a black cloak, with his back facing him, his posture was relaxed and relaxed, he looked a bit like Shen Zhongyu, but he felt something was wrong in his heart, and he didn't go up. before, just shouted: "Mr. Shen."

Hearing this, the man turned around and looked at Zhang Zhihe, barely jumping up in fright. His face was so pale that there was no blood left, his eye sockets were sunken, and his dark and moist eyes glowed with a faint blue light. It's not ugly, but like a delicately decorated doll, but without a trace of a living person, it's weird and terrifying.

Zhang Zhihe knew from Qi Hanshui's memory that this was the ancestor of Jiuyou, but what about Mr. Shen?He couldn't help but have various speculations in his heart, suspecting that something unexpected happened to Shen Zhongyu.

But he saw Zhang Zhihe looked at Zhang Zhihe with his dull eyes, raised his hand and hooked his fingers, and the turbulent Yin energy around him rushed towards Zhang Zhihe. Unable to hold back the yin energy like a net, even Shen Bi retracted into Zhang Zhihe's dantian with a whimper, and then Zhang Zhihe walked towards him involuntarily.

Going up to him, he touched Zhang Zhihe's face with his fingers, and opened his mouth to utter a series of words, but it seemed to be gibberish, the tone was so weird that even people couldn't understand it.

Zhang Zhihe looked at him with a strange expression, feeling that the fingers on his face had no heat at all, it was as cold as a corpse, could this person be a zombie?But Mr. Shen said earlier that there were no bones left when he died. Where did this corpse come from?Besides, if there are zombies, how can his soul be reincarnated?

The man couldn't hear Zhang Zhihe's answer, so he curled his lips into a satisfied smile, pinched Zhang Zhihe's chin, and was about to kiss him.Seeing him getting closer and closer, Zhang Zhihe exhausted all his strength, sweat ran down his forehead, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood at him.

A little bit of blood fell on his face, but it seemed to be on fire.The man let go of Zhang Zhihe all at once, covered his face and screamed terribly.

Zhang Zhihe lost the shackles of yin energy, and retreated sharply, when Shen Bi drew out his sword, he slashed at him.With a slash of the sword, the wind in the room kicked up, kicking up the dust all over the ground, and behind the dust was a sharper scream.

Although Zhang Zhihe couldn't see clearly, he pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, which stopped the blood a little, as long as the secret channel is useful.The heart is tied to the tongue, and the blood on the tip of the tongue is the heart blood, also known as true saliva, which is rich in the power of true yang and has miraculous effects on destroying evil spirits and exorcising evil spirits.Although Zhang Zhihe and Shen Zhongyu have made a fool of themselves many times, Yuan Yang has not been lost, and it is even more powerful.

But when the dust cleared, he saw that the man was still standing, but the face that was originally flat had now become pitted and blistered, making it even more frightening to watch.

Zhang Zhihe held his sword, ready to fight fiercely with this unknown thing, but he heard "Get lost!" He seemed to be hearing fairy music, and knew that he could not rest assured, holding the sword in his hand , beware of what is in front of you with your heart, but your heart has already flown to nowhere, the sound just now was exactly what Shen Zhongyu said.

Shen Zhongyu stepped forward and happened to be standing next to Zhang Zhihe, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked, "Ah Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Zhihe's legs went limp and he almost slipped and fell to the ground, but he grabbed the people around him, stood firm and said, "Sir, I'm fine." "It's fine if nothing happens," Shen Zhongyu said, with his palms flat , a white lotus lantern appeared in the palm of my hand, the candle light was bright and shaking, hissing and burning the yin energy in the room, the gloomy blood energy hiding in the room naturally came out from the remote corner of the house, threw it into the fire, and was surrounded by the lotus flower. The lamp burned silently.

And the thing in front of him, who didn't know whether it was a ghost or a ghost, saw the shaking of the lamp, and it scattered into a cloud of yin energy like a moth to the flame, and rushed towards it, becoming the fuel of the lotus lantern.

Zhang Zhihe already knew where this place was. This was the dormitory of the ancestor Jiuyou back then. Naturally, it was also the place where Mr. Shen died. Knowing how resentful and indignant Mr. was when he was betrayed by someone close to him and had to be dissected.

Thinking of this, he didn't say a word, but held Shen Zhongyu's hand even tighter, quietly watching the lotus lantern burn out the yin energy in the room, this is the last trace left by Patriarch Jiuyou and his rebels .

After a while, the yin energy dissipated, and the sunlight slanted in from the wide-open palace door, dispelling the coldness on their bodies.Seeing that Shen Zhongyu was still looking depressed, Zhang Zhihe thought for a while, and said: "It is said that Gao Lingxue turned into gold and jade after death, but the vision after death in the master's previous life is quite different."

Hearing this, Shen Zhongyu knew that Zhang Zhihe wanted to make her laugh, and she felt joyful, so she said with a smile: "Look at the ground."

Zhang Zhihe looked down, but was almost dazzled. Under the sun, the whole ground was shining brightly. When he looked carefully, he found that the thick black blood had turned into bright and intense rubies, as if flowing. blood in general.

Shen Zhongyu smiled smugly: "That's right, such a large piece of ruby ​​can be chiseled later to make a screen and you can see it."