"Xiao Huihui, are you sure this painting is special?" He turned around and glanced at Huo Yu.
Huo Yu nodded firmly, "I sensed a strange aura. The feeling was the same as when I discovered the spirit fruit before."
Long Qingyue's slender eyes narrowed. Huo Yu's feeling was always unmistakable. It seemed that there was another mystery in this painting. Long Qingyue thought that someone had hidden things in the painting before... Could this be possible?
What about paintings?
Looking carefully again, Long Qingyue found that the silk cloth of the landscape painting looked 60% to 70% new, but the two scrolls were slightly older. Long Qingyue's heart moved, and she couldn't help but get excited. There was indeed a mystery in it.
He found a piece of iron and carefully scraped it from the bottom corner. After a while, a corner of the cloth on it was lifted out, revealing a rather old silk painting underneath, and the style and pattern were exactly the same as the scrolls on both sides.
It took a whole hour to finally uncover the surface of the entire painting.
After blowing off the remaining debris, the painting showed a middle-aged man about forty years old, dressed in an upright blue shirt, standing in front of a majestic palace, with several lines of small characters beside him.
Suddenly, the figure in the painting floated, and the figure of the man originally standing in front of the palace flashed, suddenly passed through the wall, and landed on the other side of the palace.
The small characters next to it also floated, emitting a faint golden light, and gradually became clearer.
A glimpse of light.
Long Qingyue opened his eyes wide in surprise, not missing every detail that appeared in the painting. There was a touch of joy and understanding between his dark pupils. He thought that the "glimpse" was the strange footwork displayed by the man in the painting.
I don't know when Venerable Ling Xiao's body floated out of the Purple Flame Ring. He looked at the scroll and sighed: "This set of secret skills is not bad, but it's a pity that you can't use it now."
Long Qingyue knew in her heart that if people below the sixth level of the Imperial Spiritual Master could learn this glimmer of light, it would definitely be a must-have tool for hunting or escaping. Unfortunately, she had now been promoted to the Imperial Spiritualist and had mastered the instantaneous skill.
It moves, so holding it in your hand has little effect.
So Long Qingyue put this scroll and the other two pictures into the Najie.
Early the next morning, Long Qingyue and Mu Xiaoyi walked towards the freshmen class. Shui Qilin, Huo Yu and Yin Lang allowed them to move around freely.
The first day of class was not in the classroom, but on the martial arts field.
The pale golden sunlight shines on the academy, and the martial arts arena is already full of people.
It is the one thousand newly recruited students. Each student has been assigned to a class. Long Qingyue and Mu Xiaoyi are naturally in the same class, the second class of freshmen. Unfortunately, Shangguan Ruohan, Luo Si and Feng
Yan is also in the second class of freshmen.
It seems that there are really enemies in the road.
However, what surprised Long Qingyue was that Yun Xi was actually the instructor of the second class of freshmen.
It wasn't until later that Long Qingyue learned that Yun Xi was not a tutor at Leith College at all. He was looking for some talented students in Tancheng that day. Because he didn't want to be disturbed by others, he deliberately pretended to be a tutor from a small college.
The opening etiquette was a bit cumbersome. First, the vice president of Super Theological Seminary took the stage to deliver a speech.
I saw an old man slowly ascending to the high platform of the martial arts arena, and a loud voice resounded over the entire martial arts arena, "Welcome to the Super Seminary!"
Looking at that familiar face, Long Qingyue was stunned. Isn't that old man Hong Qin?
