I dug the grave of the God of War

room.

The mayor introduced Wu Luoyang, Wu Fengxing and the others to the old men around him one by one, and then introduced the old man to Wu Luoyang and the others.

"This is Mr. Xu, a painter. Several paintings of gods hanging on the walls of Dai Yunshan Temple were painted by Mr. Xu."

Hearing this, Wu Luoyang could probably guess the purpose of the mayor inviting them to dinner that night.

"Oh--"

Du Surui beside him seemed to be thinking of something.

He put down his chopsticks, stood up, and bowed to Mr. Xu: "Mr. Xu, my master is Du Hongyuan of the Du family in Maoshan. I once heard my master mention you. My master said that you are a soul painter who is indifferent to fame and wealth and is low-key. "

"Master Hongyuan is so complimentary."

A gentle smile appeared on the old man's serious face.

Du Surui took his seat again.

The mayor put down his chopsticks, picked up the white handkerchief on the side and wiped it, and continued: "Yes, Mr. Xu is the reclusive soul painter. I asked Mr. Xu to make a statue of the God of War. When the main hall of the God of War Temple is completed, the statue of Buddha will also be built. It will come from Mr. Xu’s hand.”

After a slight pause, the mayor looked at Wu Luoyang beside him, "It's just that Mr. Xu encountered a little trouble when creating the portrait of the God of War. He may need your help."

Wu Luoyang's eyes moved slightly.

Among the people here, she is the one who has met Zhan Yunye the most.

Mr. Xu suppressed the smile on his face, and said to Wu Luoyang with a serious expression: "The God of War entrusted me with a dream, and the dream was a bit illusory. I did make a few statues of the God of War, but I always felt that there was something wrong with it."

"Here, help me take a look. If you have any questions, just ask them."

After saying this, Mr. Xu took out a few pieces of paper from a black briefcase beside him, and humbly held the paintings in both hands and handed them to Wu Luoyang.

Seeing this, Wu Luoyang quickly stood up and stretched out his hands to take it.

Gently look through Xu Lao's paintings.

Although these portraits do not have any special decorations, Zhan Yunye in the paintings looks very majestic, which is in line with people's image of the God of War as a righteous man who is heroic and protects the country. Buhuzi is similar to himself, and the golden armor sets off the God of War. A domineering general's aura.

Wu Luoyang and his senior brother Wu Fengxing looked at each other.

Dusuri also stretched his head to look over.

"Isn't this the painting of him? That face looks dark and smelly when he's not smiling. This is his virtue..."

cough!
  Senior brother Wu Fengxing coughed lightly and reminded.

Du Surui reacted suddenly, the expression on his face changed several times, and he smiled awkwardly: "Uh... I mean, Mr. Xu's paintings are very vivid and very similar!"

Mr. Xu smiled slightly and said nothing.

Du Surui's mouth was so embarrassed that she quickly picked up the chicken soup and took a sip to calm down her shock.

"Mr. Xu, Su Rui is right. You have painted this statue of the God of War very vividly."

Wu Luoyang packed up the painting and handed it back with both hands.

Hearing this, Mr. Xu frowned slightly.

After taking the paintings and holding them up to him, he looked at them carefully and shook his head slightly with regret.

Everyone said it was good, but only he knew what was missing.

However, he couldn't tell what was missing.

Mr. Xu encountered a bottleneck.

He closed his eyes and looked at the man carefully based on the scene in his memory.

The solemn look on the God of War's face is very majestic, his eyes are bright, and he is very domineering, which is no different from the portrait of the God of War under him.

"but……"

Wu Luoyang spoke again, but stopped talking.

When Mr. Xu heard the sound, he opened his eyes, lowered the portrait slightly, and raised his eyes to look over.

He quickly asked for advice: "It doesn't matter, little friend from Luoyang, as long as you think there is a problem, even if it is not a problem, you can bring it up and take a look."

At this point, Wu Luoyang could only express his own opinion.

"Mr. Xu, Zhan Yunye is not only a God of War general who charges into battle and kills the enemy bravely, he is also a prince."

"My lord..."

Mr. Xu repeated these two words in a low voice.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, he nodded excitedly, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, your lord, your lord, you are born with the aura of royal power and nobility!"

"Mayor, madam of the mayor, please eat slowly, I will go first."

After quickly putting away the portraits, Mr. Xu took his briefcase to leave, not caring about eating.

The mayor knew Mr. Xu's temper and ordered the driver to take him back.    Have had dinner.

Wu Luoyang and the mayor's wife separated in front of the hotel and drove away.

Before leaving, the mayor's wife smiled and told her that if Wu Luoyang came to Chishui Town next time, she would say hello in advance and arrange food and accommodation for her.

Wu Luoyang smiled and thanked him, but did not take his words to heart.

The mayor's wife was kind to her, but that was just because Wu Luoyang had saved the mayor before and received the favor from the cycle of cause and effect.

Drive back to the B&B.

A WeChat message alert came from Du Surui's cell phone.

When he opened it, his expression changed.

"how?"

Senior brother Wu Fengxing saw him and joked, "Is it the one with the black and smelly face who sent you the message and scared you?"

Dusuri shook his head.

Looking at Wu Luoyang opposite, he said, "Grandma Wen has passed away."

Wu Luoyang's heart was suddenly shocked, and he quickly asked: "When did it happen?"

"just."

Du Surui handed her the message on the phone screen: "My master asked me to go directly to Wen's house tomorrow. My cousin who is my gaming partner also posted it on Moments."

Suddenly learning the bad news, Wu Luoyang felt inexplicably heavy.

In his mind was Grandma Wen's kind smile, as well as the book and her commission. She was finally worried about Wen Qiqi's safety and hoped that Wu Luoyang could protect her.

"I will go to Wen's house with you tomorrow morning."

Wu Luoyang took a deep breath.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, before the sun had risen, several people got up, freshened up, went downstairs, and drove to the Wen family in Guobao Town.

The bumps on the mountain road made Wu Luoyang very uncomfortable on an empty stomach. It was probably because he was feeling depressed after hearing about the death of Grandma Wen. He was dazed and shaken for more than half an hour before the car stopped at the entrance of Wen's yard.

The deep mournful music from the black speakers in the hall resounded in the lonely mountains. White lanterns were hung on the gate of the courtyard. The photos and flowers of the deceased Grandma Wen were enshrined in the mourning hall. The candles on the candlesticks flickered faintly, illuminating her. Go to Samsara Road.

According to Grandma Wen's will, the funeral will be simple.

The Wen family only invited a few Taoist priests to guide the souls of the deceased. The family members, wearing sackcloth and mourning, knelt on the side of the mourning hall. After Wu Luoyang and his senior brother Wu Fengxing entered the door, someone led them forward to offer incense and worship to Grandma Wen.

After Wu Luoyang finished praying, someone took the incense in his hand and inserted it into the incense burner in front of him.

Turn around.

Wen Qiqi happened to see the familiar figure in the crowd of family members wearing white mourning. Wen Qiqi raised his head slightly, his eyes red from crying and sadness turned into clear tears and slid down his cheeks.

The people on the side shouted to the family members on the side of the mourning hall:

"The family returns the gift!"

The family members knelt down and bowed in return, bursting into mournful cries.

Li Bi.

Wu Luoyang lowered his head and left quickly.

She has seen many innocent scenes with her master since she was a child. It is reasonable to say that she has been used to separations between life and death, but her emotions will still be affected, and inexplicable sadness will well up in her heart.

After walking out of the courtyard gate, Wu Luoyang stood silently in the corner, quietly digesting the feeling alone.

After a while someone came out of the door.

The man was dressed in white Xiaoyi. He glanced left and right, saw Wu Luoyang and his senior brother Wu Fengxing in the corner, and walked towards them.

"Luoyang."

A hoarse voice sounded from behind.

Wu Luoyang turned around.

She saw Wen Qiqi biting her lip tightly and standing in front of her with red eyes, the crystal in her eyes was about to drip.

"I am sorry for your loss."

Wu Luoyang didn't know how to comfort him.

Wen Qiqi couldn't hide the sadness in her heart. She sniffed slightly and nodded.

Thinking of her grandma's special instructions before her death last night, she dared not forget: "Grandma told me before she died, if I see you coming, please stay and wait until she is buried before leaving."