Zhou He was startled, and when he saw Wen Yang looking at him as well, a sense of pride arose in his heart, "So you didn't even notice it."
She pointed to the mural on the wall and said seriously, "This "Luanshan Picture" is authentic!"
The owner of this painting is Tao Chen, the son of Tao Wan, a calligrapher and painter from the Southern Song Dynasty. Tao Chen was appreciated by a certain Emperor Gaozu of the Song Dynasty, and later inherited his father's landscape painting techniques, creating an ethereal fairyland in the misty Luan Yun Mountain after the rain.
beauty of.
"My father often took me to appreciate paintings before he was alive. As time went by, my ears and eyes became more and more influenced." Zhou He fell into memories, and her eyes seemed to drift back to the picture of the family having fun, but when she thought of something, her eyes dimmed again.
He lowered his head and rubbed his red eyes, then smiled as if nothing had happened, "The last time I saw it was just a fake, I was already so powerful. Today I can see the real thing, it's so shocking!"
Wen Yang didn't know much about famous paintings and monuments in this world, but he could tell at a glance that the value of this painting was immeasurable, and his guess became even deeper.
When the boss came back with hot tea, she asked directly, "Who lived in this room before?"
When the boss saw two similar people standing behind Wen Yang, he thought that he couldn't hide the secret and identity of his shop, so he simply sat across from Wen Yang, grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured a glass for himself.
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"The young man who came to discuss house prices before is not a human being, is he?" Although the young man was wearing a layer of paper clothes, his pale face and stiff body still gave him some clues.
He was talking about Fu Chenhong.
Ghosts can travel thousands of miles at night. Previously, Fu Chenhong was doing all the negotiation work about house viewing and contract signing, but now she sent him to the engineer of Feng Yue Building and asked him to help the design company, so he was not around.
Wen Yang knew that his boss was prepared to tell everything, and he didn't hide it from him, "Yes, I asked him to come."
The boss smiled with understanding, looked around at the plants and trees in the yard, slapped his withered old hands on the table, and a cloud of black air emerged from the ground and enveloped him.
After a while, his appearance changed dramatically. His bones grew several inches taller out of thin air. He had black hair, black clothes, and clear eyebrows. He turned out to be a handsome young man.
"Back then, ghost cultivators came out and brought harm to the people. In order to punish the evildoers, the gods sent down seven or forty-nine thunderbolts, which exposed the place where yin and yang meet, causing the phenomenon of hundreds of ghosts walking at night. The king of hell was afraid of disturbing the order of the world, so he specially sent me
Come to guard this place and light a lamp to guide the dead man."
Later, in order to compensate for the loss of the King of Hell, the God Realm specially placed the Sword of the Emperor of Heaven, which was irrigated with pure spiritual power, here to provide a true path of spiritual practice for ghosts and monsters with clear souls. The Song Dynasty painter who was queuing up to be reincarnated was once here.
Lived in this house for a while.
Zhou He wondered, "If this place is so important, why do you want to resell it?" Although humans and ghosts are not in the same time and space, if ghosts want humans to see themselves, they can easily do so.
The boss smiled lazily and said, "Now the place where yin and yang connects has been almost repaired. In less than two months, this place will become a feng shui treasure land full of spiritual power." For ordinary people, although it is impossible to practice, the spiritual energy can be preserved.
Good health and prosperous business are also considered a kind of fate.
Zhou He nodded, feeling that what the boss said was reasonable, but when he turned his head, he saw Wen Yang staring at her quietly, and couldn't help but touch her shoulder lightly, "Yang Yang, what's wrong with you?"
Wen Yang looked away, poured a full cup of tea and pushed it in front of the boss, "Since Mr. Mo Xun doesn't want to have a close relationship, then please go out."
The boss's expression froze and he couldn't help but touch his face, "I didn't expect Miss Wen to have seen me."
Wen Yang smiled quietly. Although she had never met Mo Xun, the young man in front of her looked very similar to Wu Bai. Ghosts and gods were not like mortals, and they did not talk about each other, so his identity could be determined with a little thought.
You can guess it.
When Mo Xun's identity was exposed, he was not upset. Instead, he laughed and stood up, "I'm sorry for my contempt. Let me introduce my identity to you again. I am the eldest son of Pluto, Hei Wuchang Mo Xun."
"So Hei Wuchang is so handsome..." Zhou He said curiously.
She committed suicide, so there was no ulterior motive behind her death, so she never saw Mo Xun.
Mo Xun smiled lowly. Seeing that Wen Yang had no intention of keeping a guest, he raised his tea cup and drank it all in one gulp. "I won't bother Miss Wen anymore. If you need anything, you can find me at the convenience store."
After Mo Xun left, Wen Yang's cell phone rang.
She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Feng Lingche, "Why can't I get through the phone?"
Wen Yang didn't tell anyone about Mo Xun's visit. She pursed her lips and replied, "Maybe the signal in the room is poor."
However, as soon as this message was sent, the other party called me.
"You're not in the hotel?" Feng Lingche's voice was low, with a hint of suppressed worry.
The hotel he booked is located in the center of Jianghai City, and the supporting facilities and service attitude are all centered around the word "expensive". It is impossible to make such a mistake as no signal.
Wen Yang was pleased by his concern and spoke much more briskly than before, "I came for a trip to the blue water."
It seemed that Mo Xun not only blocked her signal, he couldn't even receive the positioning signals of the twenty-some bodyguards sent by Feng Lingche.
No wonder he called over in a hurry.
"Just be patient for a few days, and I'll come find you after I finish the work at hand."
Wen Yang was slightly surprised, "You want to come too?"
"Well, the Blue Water project requires a few days of personal follow-up."
What kind of project requires the head of the Feng family to personally follow up?
Wen Yang didn't expose him and took advantage of this moment to express his thoughts, "It's okay if you come. I just want to stay here for two months."
She was very curious about how the land of yin and yang would eventually close.
And the purpose of Mo Xun's appearance in Jianghai City.
Mo Xun is deep and thoughtful, unlike Wu Bai who is casual and casual. The King of Hell has been seriously ill recently, and she can feel the turmoil in the underworld. Even Wu Bai is much busier than before. At this juncture, what can Mo Xun do?
Would you like to sit in this hidden place with nothing to do?
Feng Lingche never interfered in her decisions, so he said "be careful" and hung up the phone.
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It was getting dark before Bai Yinzhou came to her with news.
"Junshan has completed the operation, but his condition is not good."
It was still raining outside, so the two couldn't sit in the yard, so they had to open the door and sit looking at each other.
"How to say?"
Bai Yinzhou took out the medical record, opened it and handed it to Wen Yang, "The fever persists, and there are varying degrees of bleeding in the internal organs. The doctor said there is a possibility that I won't survive tonight."
"No," Wen Yang looked at the contents of the case and said, "Since the underworld has recorded the time of his death, it will not change unless there is intervention midway."