Rebirth of the Xuanmen Supreme

Moreover, Han Jingyun could tell at a glance that the ghost in the painting was not hidden in the painting, but was trapped in the painting. The black and blue color in the ink and wash landscape painting, in Han Jingyun's eyes, was full of evil spirits. Obviously, The ghost in the painting had a heavy hatred in his heart, and perhaps he died a miserable death, otherwise, the evil spirit in the landscape painting would not have been so strong.

"Grandpa Qi, can I touch this painting?" Han Jingyun put on an expression of a curious baby, his eyes shining brightly with the desire to touch the painting, making people feel that refusing this request is a sin, unconsciously The land agreed.

"Okay, you can touch it carefully, don't let grandpa touch it!" Although he agreed, but there was no missing word in the reminder, and he stared at every movement of Han Jingyun without blinking. It seems that as long as Han Jingyun makes any inappropriate movements, he will immediately rush forward to rescue his collection.

"Oh, this painting is not tofu. Old Qi, you are too careful, Xiaoyun, please don't give him a chance to trouble Grandpa." Zhu Zhu gave his old friend an angry look. It seems to be a run, but it is actually another reminder.

He not only reminded Mr. Qi that his children are not such ignorant people, but also reminded Han Jingyun that grandpa will take care of things, so go ahead.

Han Jingyun is a very transparent person, how could he fail to understand the deep meaning in the old man's words, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up slightly, and without hesitation at the moment, he stepped forward two steps, raised his arm, and touched the picture scroll lightly with his fingers, and immediately felt There was an extremely heavy cold air, and the sinister air hidden in the painting, like maggots attached to the bones, was about to climb up along Han Jingyun's fingers the moment his fingers touched the scroll.

It's a pity that Han Jingyun had been on guard for a long time. With a slight flash of spiritual light on his fingertips, an invisible barrier was formed, covering the entire scroll in an instant. In Han Jingyun's eyes, the landscape pattern on the surface of the scroll has become agitated like an undercurrent. You can break through the restriction set by Han Jingyun at any time and rush out of the scroll.

But Han Jingyun knew that this was just an appearance, because there was another layer of ancient restrictions on the scroll, which had already been completed when the painting was completed, and had trapped the ghost in the painting for hundreds of years, so naturally it couldn't be easily broken of.

"Xiaoyun, this painting..." Is there any problem?

The second half of the sentence was obviously not suitable for speaking now. When it came to his mouth, Zhu Xiyan swallowed it back dangerously. Han Jingyun guessed what he had left after seeing his expression.

"This painting is a burial object in the tomb, and there is a strong yin energy attached to it. However, there are restrictions on the painting. As long as you don't get too close, it will not be harmful to people." Han Jingyun deliberately said "not too close" very seriously, with a look on his face It is also obviously serious, which makes people involuntarily look serious.

"Xiaoyun, what do you mean, but this landscape painting is evil?" The old man stared at Han Jingyun seriously with an expression of "you still have something to say". Raised one level.

"Evil nature? Little grandpa, let me tell you that this painting feels as cold as ice. If you still don't believe me, take a look. Brother Xiao Han said that this painting is evil, and it might be harmful to your body. Look at the recent painting. Have you had more colds than usual over the course of a few months?"

Qi Wenbo combined the facts about his little grandfather, the more he talked, the more he felt that there was such a thing, his eyes were wide open, he held on to the arm of old man Qi tightly, trying to drag him away from the landscape painting, It's a pity that the old man didn't appreciate it at all, so he gave Qi Wenbo a blowback with his backhand.

"Nonsense! I have a cold, it's because I have a cold, why is it related to this painting! You didn't listen to your brother Han, as long as you don't get too close, nothing will happen, you boy, Don't be alarmist here, your little grandpa and I are just thinking about it." Mr. Qi was never married and had no children, except for his family, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to ancient calligraphy and painting, so there is no room for people to make irresponsible remarks.

Neither can my grandson!

"Brother Han?" Qi Wenbo pouted a bit aggrievedly after being hit on the head, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Han Jingyun, wanting to seek help from his allies.

Unfortunately, he was doomed to be disappointed.

"Well, as long as you don't get too close, you can live in peace." Han Jingyun took out a safety talisman while speaking, and in the blink of an eye, he folded the safety talisman into a triangle with a section in the middle. The red thread was handed over to Mr. Qi, "Grandpa Qi, take this safety talisman with you to keep you safe."

Mr. Qi has naturally seen talisman seals, and he also has jade articles that have been consecrated. However, as soon as he held the peace talisman that Han Jingyun gave him, he seemed to feel a warm force in a vague way. He gathered his five fingers together and held the peace talisman in his palm, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Han Jingyun responded politely.

Afterwards, the two old men went on to appreciate other collections, but, being disturbed by such a disturbance, even old man Qi was a little bit uninterested, and left the exhibition area not long after that, whether it was intentional or not, old man Qi didn't Then deliberately take people to visit his collection.

When the two old men chatted with their friends, apart from saying hello at the beginning, they didn't have anything to do with them, so Qi Wenbo pulled Han Jingyun and Zhu Xiyan back to the drink area, intending to talk about young people topic of.

"Brother Han, Brother Xiao Zhu, what do you drink? Wine or drinks?" Qi Wenbo himself is underage and not interested in wine, so he naturally wouldn't choose wine, so he cheerfully picked up a glass of orange juice and downed half of it first. .

"Drinks are good, we don't drink alcohol." Han Jingyun has never drank alcohol, Zhu Xiyan has a physique of drinking alcohol, he has experienced it once, and he never wants to try the sour taste in his life. time.

"Yeah, I have taste. I also think drinks are better than wine. My brother is different. He loves to drink. He always has a drink when he has something to do. He's just a drunkard." Looking at Mai Tai, his expression was full of worship.

How did he know that Qi Wenqian, who was raised as the next successor of the Qi family since he was a child, has a special training in his drinking capacity, except that he has a real interest in drinking. He can't drink him on any occasion. He is definitely a wine wizard. Zhu Dad mentioned it a few times at home, and there was a bit of envy in his words. After all, Zhu Dad himself is not particularly capable of drinking, and he can't even train Come on, I wish my mother could drink a little better than him.

The three of them chatted casually for a while, and Qi Wenbo felt a little restless. Han Jingyun saw through what the kid was thinking at a glance, and waited for him to ask questions.

Sure enough, in less than 10 minutes, Qi Wenbo couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Brother Han, tell me the truth, that landscape painting... is really harmless as long as you don't get too close? You The peace talisman given to my little grandfather, how many disasters can it block? How many times can it be blocked? I think, given my little grandfather's infatuation with calligraphy and painting, it shouldn't be too difficult to keep him away..."

Based on Qi Wenbo's understanding of his little grandfather, the so-called "not getting too close" was inevitable at all. He just wanted to get some correct words from Han Jingyun so that he could seek support from his father.

Now in this family, his father is the only one who can control the stubborn little grandpa. People say that the old and the young, his little grandpa, is properly the older and the younger. Even if they don't listen, Qi Wenbo is worried when he thinks about it.

"If Grandpa Qi can't keep from getting too close to that painting, then I think you'd better take that painting away. It would be safer not to let the old man get close." They came here today to celebrate the old man's birthday. It's not good to say anything directly, which puts the old man in a good mood.

However, Qi Wenbo, Han Jingyun felt that he had nothing to say. After all, if one was not handled well, Mr. Qi would be in danger.

"Sure, I'm going to talk to my dad about this right now. I can't control my little grandpa." After hearing this, Qi Wenbo turned his head and went to discuss it with his dad. His anxiety was palpable.

"Grandpa is indeed right. Most of the descendants of the Qi family are filial people."

"Well, this family is not bad." Han Jingyun came to this conclusion not from the old man Zhu's statement, but from his own destiny. A kind and pure filial good person, the color of the soul will be pure white. The color of the soul of a virtuous person will be dazzling gold, while the soul of a person who does evil, no matter how big or small, will be stained with black, the difference is only in the amount of black.

That Qi Wenbo just now had a pure white soul without any black at all. He is a rare pure and kind person. Such a person will have a strong attraction in Taoism, such as ghosts and monsters. I especially want to get close to someone with such a soul, or want to devour such a soul. However, the Qi family is a family of good deeds for several generations. The power of merit and virtue protects the Qi family. up.

However, it's just that ordinary ghosts can't get close. If the ghosts are very powerful, that's another matter.

Seeing that Han Jingyun fell into deep thought again, Zhu Xiyan felt a little uneasy, pulled Han Jingyun's clothes, and asked softly: "Is there really no problem? Grandpa Qi is very good, nothing will happen..."

"Don't worry, at least, it won't be fatal with one blow. If Grandpa Qi is destined to have such a catastrophe, it's not good to avoid it completely. It's more cost-effective to play a side ball." Han Jingyun didn't say it too bluntly, but Zhu Xi Yan Ye was only taken aback for a moment before he figured it out.

"You mean..." There is no "if" here, it is clearly "sure"!

"Shhh... the secrets of heaven must not be leaked, let nature take its course."

Han Jingyun had a hunch that something would happen soon.

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