Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 22 The True Shape of Ancient Paintings
After nightfall, Guan Luoyang dug a hole under the bridge and buried the coach.

Ma Zhixing helped push the soil down, beat the mound to firm up, and said, "I see a broken tree over there, do you want to get some wood to make a tombstone?"

Guan Luoyang thought about it for a while, but still shook his head: "Forget it, do you know his real name?"

"I've only heard his nickname."

Ma Zhixing said in a low tone, "But I know that he has dealt with many high-level officials in the alliance. Maybe the president knows his real name."

Guan Luoyang said: "Then wait until you succeed, come here to see him, and erect a monument for him. At that time, he should be happier too."

As he said that, Guan Luoyang turned out the boat ticket hidden in his belt, and ran all the way under the water. His whole body was soaked, and the boat ticket was also soaked in water. Fortunately, it was not smashed. It should be dry for a few hours. It still works.

He handed the ticket to Ma Zhixing, and Ma Zhixing took it in his hand, but his eyes fell on his wound, and he said, "This is a gunshot wound, you must find a way to take out the bullet and suture it to bandage, otherwise you will continue to lose blood."

Guan Luoyang said calmly: "It's okay, one of these two bullets penetrated about an inch into my flesh, and the other got stuck in my bone. Both of them have been locked by my luck, and there will be no serious problems for the time being. If I take them out now , and then I punched with all my strength, I'm afraid it will burst and bleed even more."

In fact, it hurts when the bullet hits the body, and it hurts even more when it gets stuck in it, but Guan Luoyang has gotten used to this feeling a bit, he didn't want to talk about this topic, so he walked over to pick up the long brocade box on the ground.

"Unfortunately, if the ancient painting encounters water, it may have been destroyed. What is the origin of this painting?"

Ma Zhixing was preoccupied. Sometimes he looked at the teacher's tomb, and sometimes thought of his father. He was asked twice before he came back to his senses.

"I heard that it was the work of Wu Daoxuan in the Tang Dynasty, and the painting was his apprentice Lu Lingjia, but in Wu Daoxuan's relevant records, it was never mentioned. Besides, the master's painting of his disciples is also a bit weird. Some people suspect that it was painted by later generations. "

Wu Daoxuan is Wu Daozi.

Wu Daozi originally came from a poor family, so the name Daozi refers to the fact that his mother gave birth to the child on the road.

But he is very talented in calligraphy and painting. He first learned calligraphy and then turned to painting. He integrated calligraphy brushes into painting. "mysterious".

There are many legends in Wu Daozi's life, and the pictures he made have the power to shake people's hearts.

For example, he once made a disguised picture of hell in Jingyun Temple. Xuan Zong, an old monk of Jingyun Temple, said: "After Wu Sheng painted this hell, everyone watched it, and everyone feared crimes and practiced goodness. sale."

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a theory of the three masters and the five saints, and Wu Daozi was called the saint of painting.

Ma Zhixing put away the roster first, then walked over to open the brocade box, and the paintings inside were indeed soaked through, with bruises showing on the back of the paper.

"Strange, I remember this is an ink painting, why is there a blue part?"

He became suspicious, thinking that the foreigner chased after him just for this painting, which resulted in the death of the instructor, so he told Guan Luoyang about it.

The two took out the ancient painting, wanting to see what happened.

After the scroll was unfolded, there was a scholar with a pen in his sleeves on the front, drawing on the wall. The ink was thick or light, slightly out of shape, but there was no trace of blue marks. Turning the painting over, the trace of blue marks was still there. .

Obviously, there is something hidden in the drawing paper, and the clues are revealed after soaking in water.

Ma Zhixing scraped off one end with his fingernails, and lifted the layer on the back, revealing a residual picture hidden inside.

In the picture, the clouds are rolling like flames, and the flames are like flowers. Against the background of several peaks in the distance, a blue divine bird as majestic as a mountain, flutters its wings and strikes down in the air.

This picture scroll was broken just below the divine bird, with uneven cracks.

The two saw the painting at the same time, and Ma Zhixing didn't think much of it yet. Guan Luoyang next to him suddenly let out a muffled snort, took two steps back, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Ma Zhixing asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

His anxious voice fell in Guan Luoyang's ears, it was far and near, sometimes grand and high, overlapping, and suddenly low and deep, inaudible.

This small bridge hole, all the usual world around me, seems to be undergoing a rapid, silent and unpredictable change.

The feeling of dizziness hit, Guan Luoyang subconsciously stood up with his legs, and the tingling and sore feeling penetrated from his eyes, wrapped the eyeballs, and flowed down.

The more fluid it is, the hotter it appears, permeating between the flesh and bones, flowing from the shoulders to the arms, and finally gathering at the fingertips to form the ultimate tingling sensation.

Guan Luoyang moved his hands away from his face in horror. At that moment just now, he felt that everything that was close to his hands would be torn apart and fell apart.

In his still somewhat blurred vision, there is a real light from the fingertips, over the wrist, and spread to the arm, forming a complex pattern of ancient bronze color on the surface of the skin, extending to the elbow.

call! ! !
The broken scroll that Ma Zhixing was holding burned by itself.

He quickly threw his hands away, looked at the fire on the ground, and then at Guan Luoyang's arms.

Just by looking at the pattern, people will subconsciously think of the Taoist cloak, jade jue and Yingluo patterns painted and carved on the murals in the dark ancient temple.

"So that foreigner wanted this thing."

The scales and cold air on the foreigner seemed to flash before his eyes again.

Ma Zhixing was so nervous that his throat became dry, and in the midst of grief and hatred, a little hope was brewing faintly.

That foreigner was truly invulnerable, and he didn't seem to have any injuries after being beaten like that. If Guan Luoyang could also gain that kind of power, who would stop them from boarding the ship and sending the roster away?

After a long time, Guan Luoyang, who had stabilized, tried a few times and broke Ma Zhixing's fantasy.

"The warm current in my body can only stay between the shoulders, neck, and arms. Moreover, I don't feel that I can create things like frost or even flames out of thin air."

Ma Zhixing was a little frustrated, and said: "It should be because the foreigner acquired it for a longer period of time. His ability may have been obtained from the other half of the map."

Guan Luoyang said softly: "This is already a surprise. Even if I didn't have this thing, I would still let you aboard at dawn."

Ma Zhixing felt uneasy and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"For the roster, the imperial court will deploy defenses in the south to investigate, but apart from the roster, there are some things in Guangzhou that they have to value."

Guan Luoyang raised his eyes and looked in a certain direction, with a knife-like coldness in his teeth, "I will make enough noise to create opportunities for you."

Do what the green-faced ghost is best at.

(End of this chapter)