After answering Fu Xiyan's question, Gu Zhiqi looked sideways at Fu Xiyan and asked, "Are all Fu Yingying's paintings in the studio?"
Fu Xiyan shook his head, "No."
"She started painting when she was very young. In addition to painting at home, she also painted at school. She sold a lot every year and her paintings were hung in many art galleries."
After thinking about it, Fu Xiyan said to Gu Zhiqi: "For example, there are several paintings in the Imperial Art Museum."
I don’t know that before Fu Yingying was not the third child in their family, Fu Xiyan would try his best to satisfy Fu Yingying’s request.
For example, go to an art exhibition where Fu Yingying's paintings are on display.
Listening to Fu Xiyan's question, Gu Zhiqi nodded and said no more.
Fu Xiyan asked: "Can grandpa's life and luck be recovered?"
Gu Zhiqi pondered for two seconds before saying: "Only part of the breath can be recovered, but luck... you must first find the person who gets the luck."
Obviously, Mr. Fu had a lot of life taken away from him, and only a small part of it was in that painting.
The remaining interest should be put elsewhere.
And luck...
So far, it is still unknown whether luck is with Fu Yingying.
The master who extracted the old man's vitality and luck was of very high cultivation, probably even higher than hers.
Therefore, she couldn't figure out where the rest of her life and luck had gone.
I just don’t know if the mysterious master who took away Mr. Fu’s luck and vitality was the same person who took Fu Yingying away in the first place.
After listening to Gu Zhiqi's answer, Fu Xiyan was silent, and then continued to ask: "What should I do to take back the interest?"
Gu Xiyue told him the importance of living a healthy life.
If you can recover some of your interest, it is not impossible to extend the life of the old man first, and then slowly regain your luck and the remaining interest.
Gu Zhiqi: "Let's get the painting first."
So, Gu Zhiqi and the others returned to the studio.
After entering the studio, Meng Yunhe looked at Gu Zhiqi and asked, "Master Gu, how did Fu Yingying trap her luck in the painting?"
After thinking for a long time, Meng Yunhe couldn't figure it out.
Fu Yingying is not a mystical master, so there is no way she can trap the old man's life in the painting.
Gu Zhiqi glanced around the messy studio, finally fixed his gaze on a certain place, and then walked over.
When Meng Yunhe and Fu Xiyan saw this, they immediately followed.
Gu Zhiqi picked up a pen holder from the ground and handed it to Meng Yunhe, "Fuck this."
Meng Yunhe:?
"A pen holder?"
While Meng Yunhe was chanting, he reached out to take the pen holder, then turned it over and over, studying the pen holder.
After a long while, he looked at Gu Zhiqi with a puzzled look, "It seems, it's nothing."
Gu Zhiqi was squatting on the ground picking up the oil paintbrush on the ground. When he heard Meng Yunhe's words, he said to him without raising his head, "Try destroying it."
Meng Yunhe's eyes were filled with doubts, but he still followed what Ling Zhiqi said and tried to destroy the pen holder. This attempt made him discover the problem.
However, he was still a little unsure. He looked at Gu Zhiqi and said tentatively, "There seems to be a formation carved on the pen holder."
It's completely invisible just by looking at it with the naked eye.
He couldn't detect it by testing it with Yuan Li. Only when he tried to destroy the pen holder, he faintly felt that he seemed to have touched a formation, which was a very secret formation.
"Master Gu, was my great-aunt's life sucked away by this pen holder? Then why did he end up..." Before he finished speaking, Meng Yunhe saw the oil paint brush in Gu Zhiqi's hand.
