I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 3

"This is the beginning. I have done too much evil in my previous life!" Huo Taixian was about to leave cursing.

The most important thing now is who wants to kill himself!
He only remembered that the man in white met him several times "inadvertently". Now that he thought about it, it was definitely not a sudden attack, but he came prepared.

If you don't understand this problem clearly, the next time the other party comes to find you, how should you deal with it?

The most important thing in front of him is that he needs to obtain the orthodox painter's practice method to completely make up for the incomplete body.Although the method of Tiangong brushwork is good, it can only be used for a while, temporarily hanging his life. If he wants to truly come back to life, he has to embark on the path of a monk.

After all, every painting depends on the energy and blood to gamble for life, which is really not something normal people can do.The most important thing is that it is impossible for the five ghosts to carry the map to steal the vitality of all things and become a permanent means of life extension.

He wants to really come alive.

A thought flickered in Huo Taixian's mind: "Go home! It's impossible that there is no way to be a painter in the family of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials."

Going home was the only way he could think of to obtain the means of painting as quickly as possible.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, non-painters were not allowed to be officials, and my father was a servant of the official department, so he was considered a small hill in the court.

Huo Taixian came to the servant, looked at the servant who had fainted, and let out a sigh of relief:

"It's okay, I'm still angry."

Then the blood in the body swirled, a ray of divine power swirled, and the five ghosts carried cold water from nowhere and splashed it on the servant's face.

"Hey, wake up." Huo Taixian yelled.

He just wants to get out of here now, because the jade scroll was born before, and he doesn't know if the assassin will kill him or not.

"Master? What's wrong with me?"

The servant was not very old, only about seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was pretty.At this time, he sat up in a daze, his eyes looked at the bright red blood stains on Huo Taixian's chest in front of him, and he lost his color in shock: "Young master, you... what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine! Let's go quickly and go home early." Huo Taixian pulled his clothes calmly to cover the wound on his heart.

"My lord, you are injured so badly, how can you be okay? There is blood all over your chest?" The servant's tears flowed down immediately, and he was panicked and at a loss what to do.

"Since you know that my son is injured, why don't you take me into the city to buy medicine for golden sores." Huo Taixian said helplessly.

This servant doesn't seem very smart.

"Yes, yes, let's hurry into the city to find the doctor." The servant got up in a hurry, looked around with his eyes, looked at the broken carriage and the missing horse, and said with a mournful face:

"Where's the car? Where's the horse? Why are they gone?"

"Young master is so pitiful, after all, it was the one who was killed by a thousand swords, and he still didn't let him go." The servant cursed angrily.

"Xiaochunzi, help me go back." Huo Taixian said.

"My lord has been severely injured, how can I still walk? I should carry you on my back." The servant named Xiao Chunzi looked at Huo Taixian with tears in his eyes: "My lord, I will carry you back."

Huo Taixian looked at Xiao Chunzi who was kneeling down, and climbed up directly without being polite.He is only thirteen or fourteen years old now, and his walk is indeed a bit slow.

"My lord, you have no grievances or grievances. You usually don't leave the gate of the mansion. Who will harm you?" He has been targeted a long time ago, and the other party must have come prepared."

Huo Taixian was silent, silently recalling the memory in his mind: "How do I know who will assassinate me? If I knew someone would assassinate me, how could I run out?"

Although Xiaochunzi is thin and weak, his speed is very fast. Huo Taixian's physical body is dead now, so he is not afraid of bumps, but he returned to Haojing in half a day.

Although the Huo family was a big family, it has been in decline for three generations. Later, Huo Taixian's father, relying on his amazing talent, made a legendary picture scroll at the age of 30 and became a master of the generation. He is also the youngest in the 500 years of Haojing The grand master, who was favored by the Murong family, married his daughter Murong Qiu to the Huo family, and with the help of the Murong family's support, the Huo family became somewhat prosperous as they soared to the sky.

Under the arrangement of Murong Qiu, all members of the clan, big and small, settled in Haojing, either entered the government office, or entered the big business to make a living.

Huo Taixian was thirteen this year, and he was considered an adult man in the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he should have his own job.

Although Haojing is known as the capital city, it still looks dilapidated and old. It seems that walking on the second ring road of Kyoto is not as prosperous as Huo Taixian imagined. high.

All the way to the mansion, looking at the tall gate in front of him, Huo Taixian checked his memory, the Huo family's mansion is not smaller than the former Prince Gong's mansion.

It's a pity that this mansion was married by the eldest lady. Although the father is a servant of the official department, he can't afford a house of this size in Haojing.

The eldest lady treated Huo Taixian very well, so good that Huo Taixian could feel the admiration of the original owner even through memory.

Just looking at the memory of the other party, Huo Taixian had a doubt in his heart: "How come the children of dignified officials and eunuchs didn't learn the skills of painters?"

Get Xiaochunzi's clothes and wrap them around his body so that no one will see his blood.

Huo Taixian has his own courtyard in the mansion. After returning in a hurry along the way, he ordered the servants to prepare for washing and wash away the blood stains on his body. .

Following my memory, I came to the residence of the eldest lady. A group of maids were chatting and laughing in the yard, surrounding a 27-year-old woman in the center.

The woman is beautiful and beautiful, and she is lazily lying on the chair.

"Didn't you go to Wannian County to prepare sacrifices? Why are you back?" Murong Qiu looked at Huo Taixian standing outside the arch, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

"I've seen my mother. I'm going to Wannian County. I don't know when I'll be back. I miss my father and can't bear to leave, so I came here to see you." Huo Taixian knelt down on the ground and said respectfully.

"Go, the master is practicing in the backyard." The woman nodded and continued to chat and laugh with the maid.But inadvertently, he winked at a servant, and the servant followed quietly.

Huo Taixian got up, not caring about the servants behind him, all the way to the backyard, into the study, but saw a middle-aged man sitting there with a drawing board in front of him, surrounded by incense.

On the left and right sides of the middle-aged man stood a pair of five-year-old men and women in brocade clothes carved with jade.

The middle-aged man was explaining something, when he heard the footsteps, he turned his head, and when he saw Huo Taixian coming in, he couldn't help but pause, and said with a different expression: "Why are you here?"

"I have something I want to talk to my father about." Huo Taixian said.

Huo Jia nodded when he heard the words, and said to the pair of jade men beside him: "Go and play with your mother."

The boy and girl rolled their eyes at Huo Taixian, then turned and ran out.

"What do you want?" Huo Jia picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"My son wants to learn the skills of a painter, please let my father do it!" Huo Taixian knelt down on the ground, his body was a little stiff.

Huo Jia paused while drinking tea, and then said after a while, "You are still young, and your bones are not yet settled. Studying now will hurt your muscles and bones, and affect your growth..."

"But the younger brother and younger sister are only five years old, and they have already begun to conceive pen and ink."

"You are different from them!" Huo Jia stood up slowly, came to Huo Taixian, put his hands on Huo Taixian's shoulders, his eyes were serious and serious: "Father has his difficulties, and the Huo family has Huo Taixian's difficulties." Difficulties at home. When you should be asked to practice Yunmo, I will naturally teach you how to practice. You are born to play every day, is it not good to be a rich man? Dad can't waste your studies."

Huo Taixian was silent when he heard the excuses.He finally knew that the original owner was already 13 years old, and even his two five-year-old siblings had started to practice Yunmo method, but the original owner hadn't even touched the path of practice.

Huo Taixian could see the pain, struggle, guilt, and powerlessness in Huo Jia's eyes.

He got it, so he didn't say anything.He would not directly tear off his clothes to show Huo Jia the scar on his heart.The fact that my body is dead but my soul is still alive, no matter what, I can't let it out.If the other party has the means to detect him, how should he explain it?
His plan failed!
Although I don't know why Huo Jia refused to teach him the method of cultivation and delay his cultivation time, but he couldn't afford to wait!

He doesn't have that much time!
Huo Taixian only felt buzzing in his ears, his heart was filled with the urgency of death, Huo Jia's words buzzed like flies in his ears, he didn't hear what he said clearly.

Huo Taixian walked out of Huo Jia's house in a daze, and didn't even hear the shouts behind him. He couldn't learn the skills of a painter in Huo's house. How can he break the situation?

When he returned to his own room, there was a row of bookshelves in the room. On the table of big red jujube wood, there was a book turned and yellowed. The two bright red characters of "Blood Sacrifice" came into his eyes.

This is a book that he found out in his mother's package when he was three years old. It tells the way of cultivation of an ancient painter, and he has already turned it into a dilapidated book.

"The Huo family can't do it, my father refuses to teach me the secret method, so I can only go to the nearest painting academy!"

Huo Taixian fell into deep thought. There are three major painting academies in Dazhou: Natural Painting Academy, Tianren Painting Academy, and Shengtian Painting Academy.

It's just that the threshold of the three major painting academies is too high, so high that it is almost unbelievable.The conditions for recruiting disciples are too strict, and there is still a specific time. If you want to wait for the three major painting academies to open their gates, you don't know how long it will take.

"There are three major painting academies in Haojing. Unfortunately, no matter which painting academies I can covet. I can only seek the rest of the painting academies."

"Wannian County, Chang'an County, and Daming County all have painting academies, and the threshold is also low. Wannian County and Chang'an County are too far away, but Chang'an is only half a day away."

And Chang'an is only a day away from here.

The determination and struggle in his father's eyes cannot be hidden from him.

Since it is useless to stay in the mansion, it is better to go to Chang'an!

"Xiao Chunzi, let's go to Chang'an!"

As for the errand assigned by the eldest lady, where does he have time to waste, with so many scruples?
Up to now, the only one who can try is Chang'an Academy of Painting, Huo Taixian has no choice.

Huo Taixian just arrived at the mansion, and hurriedly left on the old horse, there was really not much time left for him.

(End of this chapter)