There was a tremor in the space, and dust was flying all over the sky.
Dust is not dust in the world, but something formed by the scattered and condensed vitality. It floats between heaven and earth, always carrying a nostalgic smell.
This is the flavor that belongs to the Five Elements Golden Needle God Realm. Mr. Wu looked solemnly at the hut, calculating with his fingers, then looked at the concerned people, and said with a wry smile: "I can't figure it out."
Turning around and leaving, Mr. Wu murmured: "Why is it different from what was expected? It's been a month and a half. Lei Feng is about to go against the grain."
Little Xigua looked at the hut nervously and asked: "Second uncle, the eldest brother is inside and seems to have encountered a bottleneck. I can go in and help him."
Mr. Wu suddenly came back to his senses, turned around and said angrily: "Nonsense, it will be difficult to get out if you go in. Although it is a family thing, it is difficult to control if my brother is not here. Even if your mother comes back, it will be the same."
Little Xigua said aggrievedly: "But I feel like this, big brother needs my help inside."
Shanhe Tu also didn't agree with Xiao Xigua's entry. He knew very well where this place was. Once he entered, something might go wrong, which would be his own dereliction of duty, so he comforted him: "Miss, don't worry, Lei Feng can do it."
Little Xigua insisted: "Big brother really needs my help. I have a hunch that I have to go in. There seems to be something waiting for me."
Shanhe Tu and Mr. Wu looked at each other. No one knew Xiao Xigua's ability better than them. He could see the future at will. This was a terrifying prophetic ability. In the world, this kind of person was almost the only one.
Mr. Wu was still worried and said, "Okay, don't worry, we'll see in three days. If Lei Feng doesn't come out, I'll go in."
Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Xiao Xigua said: "We will go in together when the time comes."
Lei Tingting looked at the hut nervously. At this time, Wu Keke patted her shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, it's okay. My grandpa is here, and old man Shanhe, it's okay."
Mr. Wu said angrily: "Why are you talking? Is it you who calls me Old Man Shanhe?"
Wu Keke stuck out his tongue and said: "Okay, I know, he is Grandpa Shanhe, Xiao Xigua's personal bodyguard, okay? Really, you won't die if you say a few words."
Shanhe Tu smiled bitterly. As a saint, he has the least dignity in this family, but he also feels the most at home. This is where he should be. There is no saint who is not a saint, and no one will look at you with admiration because of your status as a saint.
It's still a joke, but very friendly.
Back in the hall, Mr. Wu made tea, looked at Little Watermelon lovingly and asked questions. Just when he was about to get a gift to coax the child, suddenly a painting of "Residence in Fuchun Mountain" hanging in the hall lit up. "Residence in Fuchun Mountain"
"Picture" is the representative work of the Yuan Dynasty painter Huang Gongwang. It is also one of the top ten famous paintings in China. It is extremely valuable. At that time, collector Wu Hongyu collected it and loved it very much. His last words were to bury the picture in sacrifice, but it was snatched out by his nephew and divided into two long pieces.
The short one is in the National Palace Museum in Taiwan, and the short one is in the Zhejiang Museum, becoming the "Remaining Mountain Picture".
But this "Picture of the Remaining Mountain" is the real one, but it has never been revealed to the outside world. The Wu family has many collections, but the second uncle likes this one and hangs it in the hall for casual viewing.
There is a clear stream hidden between the shades of ink in the priceless "Remaining Mountain Picture". Above the clear stream, there is a secret of heaven. Below the secret of heaven, there is an unknowable place. Therefore, it is the first time that there is light on the clear stream.
The light was very faint. When it shone on the little watermelon, when reflected, the whole picture changed immediately. A red sun hung faintly on the top of the mountain. The light refracted in the water reflected a shadow, blurry, like flying.
Fairy scene.
At this moment, the earth suddenly became extremely quiet. It had always been a peaceful cold winter. At a certain moment, there was suddenly warmth. After the warmth, there was ice, which was the body temperature of Little Watermelon. She stared blankly at "The Left Mountain"
Picture", he was in a trance, and other people were also in a trance while bathing in the sunshine.
It's quiet, peaceful, and smells like the setting sun.
Then, the morning light faded, and in the morning, the earth was full of life. The coldness on Little Watermelon's body became lighter, but it was still very heavy, making the hall feel like being outside. Everyone felt very real and close.
Looking at the sunset, morning glow.
With a slight sigh, Mr. Wu stared at the little watermelon with uncertain eyes. He looked at the "Remaining Mountain Picture" suspiciously, and felt strange that he was the first one to wake up.
But before he could speak, Mr. Wu's face suddenly changed slightly, and the scenery in front of him changed. On the painting, a stunning back figure in white clothes was bathed in blood, surrounded by corpses.
Ahem...
Mr. Wu roared angrily, and a ray of golden light emerged from his fingertips, hitting the "Remaining Mountain Picture". The picture changed and returned to normal. However, Lei Tingting fell into a coma.
The second person to wake up was the Mountain and River Picture. He looked at Mr. Wu in shock. The scene just now was too shocking and frightening. Even as a saint, when he saw the stunning back in that blood,
I can't help but feel like I'm worshiping you. What's going on?
Mr. Wu smiled bitterly and said, "Don't ask me, because I'm asking you. What happened to little Xigua these days, and what secrets does he have?"
The Mountains and Rivers Picture reminds me of the day when the capital city underwent a major change. A stream of light, ignoring the divine prohibition of the void, penetrated into Little Watermelon's body. After that, Little Watermelon's condition improved, but she became invisible.
After finishing the matter, Mr. Wu fell into deep thought.
The "Remaining Mountain Picture" was destroyed. Unable to withstand the spiritual pressure, it burned fiercely and soon turned into ashes. Only then did Mr. Wu realize that it was too late to put out the fire. He showed a look of pain and shouted: "My painting
Ah, why is it so miserable!"
Little Watermelon looked at the burning painting in confusion, stood on the floor blankly, and said, "Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable."
The appearance of this voice caused Shanhe Tu's expression to change drastically. Wu Keke, who had always been strong, suddenly felt cold all over, and the blood in his body had coagulated, and he fell into a coma.
Shanhe Tu turned pale and roared: "This is the divine sound!"
Divine sound!
It is the divine voice of the gods. It can only be emitted when the realm reaches the highest level. It is much higher than the realm of speaking and speaking. When the divine voice comes out, the heaven and earth collapse, and the entire formation space is shaken, and then calmness is restored.
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Mr. Wu just looked solemn, not too shocked. Even if the gods appeared here, they would not be able to cause trouble. He just felt that things were very strange.
There was a big change in the capital a while ago. It is said that the cracks in the realm are as deep as a hundred meters, and it is even impossible to see the bottom. There is an icy breath coming out. When passing by, pedestrians will feel a heart-wrenching feeling.
Pain, even the happiest person will feel uncomfortable and infected by an inexplicable emotion.
Mr. Wu held the little watermelon and explored the traces in the body, but found no difference. He was just wondering why the cold ice, which was obviously difficult to treat, gradually disappeared.
Shanhe Tu solemnly said: "What happened just now? Why did the divine voice appear? Is it unique to this space?"
Mr. Wu shook his head and denied: "No, my brother's voice is very clear. It will never be like this. He is not so boring and likes to scare people."
The two of them looked at each other, wondering whose divine voice could appear here, which is enough to show that this person has the same realm as Mr. Wu and his brother!
This is definitely an earth-shattering event, but without knowing the whole story, it is impossible to judge, especially the great changes in the capital. Many people are speculating on the reasons.
Little Watermelon seemed to be the beneficiary, but there was an unknown danger hidden in it. This was not what Mr. Wu wanted to see, so he asked about what happened that day, then returned to the room, took out a vermilion compass, and placed it in the hall.
It went around twice.
"There's something wrong. There must be no ghosts in the house." Mr. Wu suddenly said.
"..."
Shanhe Tu said helplessly: "I am still in the mood to joke at this time. If something goes wrong with Little Watermelon, I will be blamed for it. You are a know-it-all. No one in the capital can escape your calculations. Tell me, is there anything we need to pay attention to?"
Mr. Wu said angrily: "Your sister knows everything. I am an all-round warrior. Those two perverts, Granny Fortune Teller and Tianjizi, are plotting all day long. I don't have that kind of skill."
Shanhe Tu shut up immediately. Grandma Divination and Tianjizi were both fierce people, and they were not the ones he wanted to mess with, otherwise there would be a lot of trouble.
The fortune-teller is the woman of the old man Tian Tomb. It is not a secret among the top figures in the world, but Tian Jizi is the most mysterious person. No one has ever seen him in person. He appears in various identities, sometimes as a middle-aged man.
Young Confucian scholars, sometimes old people, sometimes Taoist priests with immortal style... there are many, but one thing is certain, the only people who can rival Mr. Wu in divination are these two people, even if they are gods
The owner of the valley is not as good as him.
It's a pity that Mr. Wu has closed the mountain for many years and has not told fortunes for people. He lives in the Wu family's space and often enjoys admiring calligraphy and painting.
Today, there was something wrong with Little Watermelon. Mr. Wu finally moved his heart. He pinched his fingers and the five elements were connected, bursting out golden light. He also destroyed a "Remaining Mountain Picture". Unfortunately, there are still no clues.
Mr. Wu fell into silence for a long time, calculating and calculating in his head. Suddenly he groaned and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Shanhe Tu was horrified. This was too terrifying. What exactly was in Little Watermelon? What was hidden in the great changes in the capital, which caused the supposed injury to Mr. Wu.
I had never seen Mr. Wu injured before, so I was naturally shocked. But Mr. Wu was even more shocked. He looked at Little Watermelon and murmured: "The problem is huge."
Boom!
Suddenly, Mr. Wu's hands overflowed with golden light, and his body simultaneously exuded a mysterious aura. The entire Wu family's formation space rotated, and countless stars' power gathered on him.
Mr. Wu's expression changed one after another, and he had already used all his strength. Golden characters appeared in front of his eyes one after another, floating around without condensing together.
"There is nothing bigger than the wind. The wind transports the earth, and the earth carries mountains, water, and lakes. The wind lifts the sky and pushes it away into the sun, and all things come into being." Mr. Wu whispered in his mouth, and the characters in front of him began to beat more intensely.
, "Earth, fire, water, wind, the four phenomena are unified, and the avenue of chaos opens!"
"The method of connecting mountains is the rebirth of all things. Throughout the ages, it depends on the Tao, the mountains, and the Tao!" Mr. Wu spat out a mouthful of blood and spit it in the air.
The entire formation space shook violently. Suddenly, all the dragon veins in the capital changed. Countless purple-gold characters rushed over and merged into two large characters in front of them.
"Flying Fairy!"
Mr. Wu read softly, with a hint of awe in his eyes.
