An Lushan glanced at the scrolls and scrolls piled around the house, picked out a scroll, looked at the silver-hook iron paintings and the imaginative handwriting on the scroll, and pretended to be amazed: "I actually have a collection of Zhang Xu's paintings here.
Copybook?
He can now be regarded as the best cursive calligrapher in the world!"
A man with a pale face and a thin body came out from behind An Lushan, took the copybook of "Zhang Xu" from An Lushan's hand, tore it into pieces, threw it into the pile of waste paper, and said calmly: "It's just a bystander.
It's just a copy of Zhang Xu's copybook. It looks like it was written by Zhang Xu, but it's actually similar in form but different in spirit... What kind of family background do I have? Don't you still know, brother?
Just collecting the works of this house full of low-ranking painters and calligraphers has already exhausted all the money in the family, let alone collecting the original works of famous artists?
The calligraphy and paintings here are all made by low-ranking scholars, and they are far from the original works of famous artists. Among them, there are rare one or two that are tainted with the true meaning of famous artists, but they still cannot be used by me..."
An Lushan saw the thin man talking about his lack of sex and showing no interest in external things. He sat down in the master's seat of the main room and placed the original work of Wu Daozi on the table in front of him.
He knew clearly that his brother's current attention, the thing he cared about most was the painting wrapped in oil paper in front of him, but he chose not to mention it, but said something else: "You are attacked by sneaks, lingering on the sick bed.
It has been more than two or three months, can I still keep my job among the bad people there?"
This thin man was classified as a bad person because he had unintentionally tolerated Li Gui. He was quite prestigious in the past. At least there was a huge class gap between him and An Lushan, a lowly toothbrush man.
There is another story behind why the two came together, and why the thin man respected An Lushan, the toothless man, as his brother.
The thin man Zheng Xian shook his head and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Don't say it's because I've been sick for three months. Even if I wasn't sick, I would never be tolerated by today's bad people.
When I first fell ill, it was the time when saints paid homage to bad commanders.
The bad commander took control of the bad people and began to implement reforms among all the bad people. The bad people who were involved in human life lawsuits, raped and killed people, no matter how capable they were, were all removed from this category. And they each tolerated the evil deeds.
, they were all taken away by the bad commander and his subordinates by secret means!"
Having said this, Zheng Xian paused, glanced at An Lushan, and then said: "What is my situation? How many lives are there on me? My eldest brother must also know...
Suffering from a strange illness and hiding at home, I was spared the investigation and avoided a certain disaster."
"Bad people can't go back, so what are your plans for the future?" An Lushan smiled, pretending not to know what Zheng Xian's words were implying.
When Zheng Xian heard this, a hint of violence appeared on his pale face.
But as soon as he raised his eyes, he met An Lushan's steady gaze, and the stern look on his face suddenly subsided, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm just waiting to die.
The strange disease has entered my internal organs, and without Brother Xi'an's paintbrush to save me, I only have half a month left to live."
Hearing Zheng Xian mention the painter named 'Xi'an' again, An Lushan raised his eyebrows and said: "Xi'an was in the prime of life and was not suffering from any diseases on weekdays. How could he suddenly die a few days ago? ?”
Zheng Xian looked at An Lushan's innocent expression, but he sneered inwardly. He only showed it on his face, lowered his head and said, "Brother Xi'an was killed by Li Gui."
"Killed by Gui?
Was he killed by some kind of Ligui?" An Lushan looked even more surprised.
Hearing the sound, Zheng Xian suddenly raised his head and stared at An Lushan, word by word seemed to burst out from between his teeth: "Brother may have seen that Li Wei!
People at that time often called him the "Lamp Official". As long as the lamp was lit, the Damp Official would turn into a white-faced man with long arms and legs and break the necks of the people gathered under the lamp!"
"A white-faced man with long arms and legs..." An Lushan looked confused.
Now the light in the main room was dim. He blew a red firelight and lit the lampstand on the table.
The fire flickered.
In the shadow of the lamp, behind An Lushan, a white-faced man with long arms and legs stood silently!
An Lushan looked at Zheng Xian who looked miserable, and tapped his carrot-shaped fingers on the table. He said to Zheng Xian with a half-smile, "Is the lamp official I mentioned behind me the one behind me?"
Zheng Xian lowered his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and there were no words in his mouth.
The long-handed 'Dengguan' suddenly stood behind Zheng Xian with a casual wave from An Lushan, and wrapped his pale finger bones around Zheng Xian's neck. Zheng Xian heard An Lushan laugh. A faint voice said: "Aren't the benefits I have given my little brother not enough? Although you have been sued for a few lives because of me, the gold and silver I gave you is enough to cover those lives.
Human life has a price.
What's more, the reason why my little brother was able to contain Li Gui in his body was that I also played a big role in this and helped a lot.
However, as soon as I stepped into the public life, I wanted to leave my brother, who was born in a humble family, but I was lucky... Fortunately, God was wise, and I gradually regained my sense of vigor.
The painter named Xi'an is indeed quite capable. He actually put the scroll on my little brother's body and absorbed the evil spirits that had invaded his organs into his skin. He has such talent, and I happen to be very talented. Originally I didn't want to kill him no matter what.
It's a pity that he refused to cooperate with me and always looked down upon me. And I happened to get the secret of this painting's ability to attract evil spirits from elsewhere... He is of no use anymore, so he might as well die."
While An Lushan was talking, he tore open the oil paper roll on the table, revealing one of the paintings that had not yet been framed.
He slowly unfolded the painting.
Zheng Xian's heart was beating fiercely. With the finger bones of the 'Dengguan' wrapped around his neck, he could already feel that his death was approaching. But he was unwilling to do so. He listened to An Lushan's words and looked at a pair of papers slowly spread out on the table. Scroll - his eyes suddenly revealed a bit of surprise - there was some mysterious meaning in that scroll!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The previous painting that Xi'an left on him also has the same meaning, but it cannot be compared with the charm of this painting!
This painting may save my life!
As soon as Zheng Xian thought of this, his prayerful eyes turned to Anlu Mountain.
An Lushan looked at the scroll on the table with fascination, and whispered: "The true meaning of heaven and man... It is this true meaning of heaven and man that can understand ghosts and gods, and capture the evil spirits...
That Xi'an is just a third-rate painter. He dares to be arrogant when he accidentally gets a glimpse of the door. How can he overpower a master like Shanhai Wu Daozi?!
Brother, look at the true meaning of heaven and man in this painting, how does it compare with your brother Xi'an's paintings?"
An Lushan raised his eyes and asked Zheng Xian with a smile on his face and a gloomy look in his eyes.
Zheng Xian suddenly saw that the life-saving straw was in front of him, and he no longer cared about anything else. He stared at the paintings on the table and nodded repeatedly, without noticing An Lushan's gloomy eyes: "Xi'an was lucky enough to get a chance. How can it be compared with Wu Daozi?!
Brother, this painting can save my life!
Brother, you really found such a wonderful painting for me, you are my re-created parents——"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by An Lushan's voice. An Lushan pulled up the scroll on the table, which seemed to tug at Zheng Xian's heart: "Brother, do you want me to save you with this painting? !”
Seeing An Lushan in such a state, Zheng Xian was so blessed that he knelt down to An Lushan with a thud and said, "Please save me, brother Xian!"
He was tortured by the pain that invaded his internal organs and was on the verge of collapse. Now that he had a way to survive, it was like rain after a long drought, so how could he give up?!
At this time, An Lushan picked up a pill from his arms, handed it to Zheng Xian's mouth, and said: "It's just a painting. I have a good relationship with Wu Daozi. In the future, I will naturally have all kinds of paintings. With this Painting to save a virtuous brother is a natural thing!
But, if I save you and you bite me back and have the intention to harm me, wouldn’t I have to live with it?"
"No, no!
Big brother, little brother will never be like this!" Zheng Xian shook his head repeatedly, looking at the dark pill pills in front of him as if they were nothing, but swallowed the pill pills without opening his mouth.
An Lushan's eyes were indifferent and he added: "It's empty talk.
Just swallow this 'Offering Pill', which is made by the secret monks. As long as you swallow this pill, you will be nourished by me, and you will never harm me in the future. Even if you have the intention to harm me, It will also hinder you.
Just swallow it!”
Zheng Xian looked at the dark pill in front of him and hesitated again and again.
As soon as he raised his eyes and saw An Lushan's face gradually darkening, he finally made up his mind and opened his mouth - An Lushan pinched his chin and stuffed the pill into his throat. Go inside!
"Ugh!" Zheng Xian wanted to spit out the pills again, but was unable to do so.
The pill slid down his throat, and his body began to squirm. The outline of a human head appeared on his chest, and he chewed up the pill in one go.
After he took the pill, An Lushan nodded.
When Zheng Xian saw this, he asked An Lushan: "Now the eldest brother can give the painting to the younger brother, right?"
An Lushan sneered several times and said: "Don't worry."
His words, "Don't worry," made Zheng Xian feel very angry. He suddenly stood up and shouted to An Lushan, "Brother, are you going to regret it?!"
Before he finished speaking, An Lushan scolded him: "Be honest!"
The sharp sound in his body rolled among his internal organs - the severe pain made Zheng Xian's vision go dark, and he sat down directly on the ground, his body limp and weak!
The secret monk's 'offering pill' is extremely effective, and it starts to work now!
Zheng Xian sat slumped on the ground and could only watch An Lushan take out a skin bag of an unknown animal and a box of pitch-black ointment from his bag.
An Lushan dipped his brush into the ointment and applied even layers of paint on the unknown animal skin. While brushing the animal skin with ointment, he explained to Zheng Xian: "This is elephant skin, it is extremely thick.
Tenacity.
Buddhism says that both dragons and elephants have magical powers and can suppress evil and evil.
This bowl of black ointment is also an offering to Li Kui in the secret area. If Li Kui falls into the ointment, the blood vessels and meridians of the human body will be left in it. This black ointment is said to be made of corpse oil mixed with human blood.
It is made from a certain local specialty."
After the fat young man evenly applied "black oil" on both sides of the elephant skin, under Zheng Xian's desperate gaze, he pasted the painting of Wu Daozi on the front of the elephant skin - one painting at a time.
That elephant skin, the outline of a human figure suddenly appeared on the black oil on the other side of the elephant skin that was as smooth as a mirror!
An Lushan looked at the increasingly detailed outline of the human figure on the back of the elephant skin in amazement, and murmured: "It's actually very useful. The method mentioned by the fairy in the dream is actually somewhat feasible...
The human armor is actually not gold and iron armor, but made of this animal skin..."
As he spoke, he stood up, picked up the animal skin, and walked towards Zheng Xian.
Zheng Xian's eyes were horrified and he couldn't help but retreat: "Brother, brother, what are you going to do?!
you--"
Before he finished speaking, the young girl whose back of the elephant skin became increasingly clear smiled at him.
Just when he thought he was dazzled, the entire back of the elephant skin suddenly pressed against his body, and the girl on the back of the elephant skin suddenly turned into a talisman, covering his whole body!
The Li Wei entrenched in Zheng Xian's body instantly swam into his skin with the purple-gold talisman carved on it. Immediately afterwards, a blood-red crack emerged from the center of his eyebrows, splitting his entire body into two halves!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
Under the elephant skin, there was a fierce scream!
A bloody, unwrapped body suddenly jumped out of the elephant skin package. Before he could take a few steps, he fell down in front of the threshold of the main room and died!
The exposed, dilapidated flesh and blood could barely wrap up several groups of highly corrupted internal organs!
Zheng Xian died instantly!
The original elephant skin of Wu Daozi is attached to the front, and the human skin of Zheng Xian is adhered to the back!
The human skin was full of flesh and blood textures.
A subtle charm flows through it!
Zheng Xian's body was filled with strange things, which had been transferred into the skin bag where the elephant skin and human skin were adhered together!
The painting of Wu Daozi on the front of the elephant skin gradually becomes blurry, and the entire skin becomes as thin as cicada wings, and one of the human heads can be faintly seen moving back and forth!
An Lushan reached out and picked up the skin as thin as a cicada's wings, hesitated for a moment, and put it on his body.
Under the skin, there are many blood vessels and tendons, connected with An Lushan's own flesh and blood!
this moment!
He sensed the vast secrets of heaven and the unpredictable changes in heaven's way!
"A stranger!
This is the first stranger!"
An Lushan’s eyes sparkled!
He felt that this skin fit perfectly with himself, so much so that when he wore this 'human armor', he felt that his vitality had become much stronger, as if his lifespan had become much longer!
Recently, at night, he saw in his dream that the method of "creating human armor" taught by the "childish-looking" female fairy turned out to be completely true!
He kept recalling the other instructions of the female immortal in his mind: "The immortal also told me that after I master this armor, I must immediately leave Chang'an and go to Jingshi Mountain.
Sacrifice the ‘True Heaven’ at the foot of Jingshi Mountain, and you can see the true shape of Jingshi Mountain. At this time, you can enter the mountain to practice!”
What is the so-called ‘true sky’? What is the true shape of ‘Jingshi Mountain’?
Could it be that the Jingshi Mountain that appears in the world today is not the real Jingshi Mountain?
All kinds of questions lingered in An Lushan's mind, and he had no time to take care of them. He didn't even bother to clean up the scene, so he hurriedly left the room and left Chang'an!