Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 32 Portrait

According to his guess, it was most likely because he had not yet touched the opponent's critical value, which was why he stood so stupidly.

It seems that you really can't save skill points in the future. If the opponent rushes towards him at once, there is a high probability that he will really go to a new world to rewrite the story.

"Kill him to death tomorrow!"

Wen Lianggong gritted his teeth. Although he didn't know who the other party was from the Iron Sword Sect, judging from the same luck skills as his, he was probably an inner disciple of the Iron Sword Sect.

After dismantling the other party's bones, it would be better if the other party's memory fragments could be read. Maybe you can get some surprises from it.

It was still early, so after a little tidying up, Wen Lianggong was ready to rush down the mountain to buy a few hundred kilograms of gasoline and come back. When the time came to set the Iron Sword Gate on fire, his senior brother Liu Changming suddenly called on the phone.

Looking at the caller ID on his phone, Wen Lianggong sighed.

How could I be so busy at the end of the day? I came here just to show off, and now my schedule is full. I just ran out of the mythical world of life and death, and something happened again.

Line connected.

"Brother, is there any news?"

However, to Wen Lianggong's surprise, what came from the other end of the phone was not Liu Changming's voice, but Ye Mingzhu's hoarse voice, panicked and suppressing the sound of crying.

"Tao, Taoist Master, Master Liu has fainted!"

When Wen Lianggong heard this, his expression quickly became solemn, and he did not ask too many questions on the phone. After asking for the address, he changed into sportswear and found that his previous suitable clothes now looked a bit tight.

He had no choice but to change into a loose Taoist robe, hang the tetanus sword on his waist, and go down the mountain without stopping.

An hour later, Wen Lianggong arrived at Liu Changming's office. Looking at the antique decoration around him, Wen Lianggong grinned secretly.

Unexpectedly, the senior brother in his predecessor was actually a rich man, and his office occupied a huge area, at least hundreds of square meters.

I have long heard that he is very prosperous in the capital of Shu, and there is an endless stream of rich people who come to him for Feng Shui consultation, and they are happy to pay even if the fee is extremely high.

Looking at Liu Changming lying flat in the middle of the office, his appearance made memories of his previous life emerge unconsciously.

They haven't seen each other for many years since they went to the Taoist ancestral court of Longhu Mountain to receive the burial ceremony and accepted the enfeoffment of the Taoist temple. Although they are both in the capital of Shu, they are in the sky and the earth.

But his senior brother treated him well.

The first time Wen Lianggong entered the office, he saw Liu Changming lying on the ground with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth and unconscious.

Glancing at Ye Mingzhu, who was holding her legs and feeling numb in the corner, she didn't even notice Wen Lianggong's arrival.

This is partly his fault. In the world of mythology, he is used to being cautious and silent, and he is always afraid of making some strange noises if he makes any sound.

"What's going on? Tell me?"

Wen Lianggong's sudden voice startled Ye Mingzhu. She looked up and saw Wen Lianggong appearing in the office.

"when did you come?"

Wen Lianggong, who knelt down to carefully check Liu Changming's physical condition, replied casually: "We just arrived, what happened?"

After careful inspection, Wen Lianggong frowned and took back his hand. Liu Changming was in excellent physical condition. Because he often practiced Taoist real skills, although he could not achieve anything famous, his physical and mental condition was excellent.

Now he just fell into a deep sleep, but he couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

Ye Mingzhu had someone present, and finally feeling a little calmer for the time being, she stood up and pointed to a half-open picture scroll on her desk. "Just now, Daochang Liu looked at this painting, as if he was stunned. He stood motionless. After more than ten minutes, he suddenly raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out."

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows. He really had no idea.

"Is this the portrait of Xie Ziran that came out of the tomb?"

Ye Mingzhu nodded, "Yes, yes!"

"Didn't you think of burning it?"

As Wen Lianggong spoke, he stretched out his hand to pick up the scroll.

‘Ding, you get a mythical aura, skill point +1’

The information prompts that appeared in his mind did not surprise Wen Lianggong, or rather, he expected it.

Ye Mingzhu's face was a little complicated: "I don't know what material this scroll is made of. It is not immersed in water or fire. I have tried it."

Wen Lianggong sneered and said nothing. It was clear that Ye Mingzhu felt that this painting was extremely valuable and did not want to destroy it. With the heating method of modern technology, the high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees could easily be burned, and the painting could not be burned.

Seeing Wen Lianggong's disbelief, Ye Mingzhu was a little embarrassed, but she still expressed her innermost thoughts.

"I'm afraid that after it's destroyed, there will really be no solution. I can feel that after Master Liu saw this painting, the panic in my heart suddenly disappeared."

This is a curse. If it is destroyed, the solution may be completely unfounded and it will fall into an endless nightmare.

Maybe the other party has more sinister intentions, but it's not necessarily true.

Wen Lianggong silently glanced at Ye Mingzhu. The look in her eyes made her hair stand on end. It was a look that revealed all the thoughts deep in her heart.

Can you solve this thing yourself?

Wen Lianggong pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Liu Changming, who was lying on the ground and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Walking to the desk, Wen Lianggong was silent for a moment, and then unfolded the scroll.

What I saw was a woman, a beautiful woman wearing a black palace dress with tulle wrapped around her arms. She seemed to be invisible, with a slightly ambiguous temperament. However, she was overall dignified, with a noble appearance, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes. It's so captivating, as if you're staring directly at him in the painting.

This kind of noble and graceful, yet slightly ambiguous and charming contradictory temperament makes people addicted to it at a glance.

The overall portrait is dark in tone, the light is blurred, and full of thick shadows, and some specific details are even shrouded in darkness.

The portrait is very expressive, especially the pair of eyes, which are the finishing touch and make the woman in the portrait come alive completely.

The portrait has been around for thousands of years, but it is still as new as ever. Although the material looks like it is made of paper, it is extremely tough and even with a gentle and respectful hand, it did not tear even a single bit.

With just one glance, these portraits were so deeply introduced into his mind that he couldn't forget them even if he wanted to.

"interesting."

Wen Lianggong squinted his eyes, and he could clearly feel that this painting seemed to come to life completely after being engraved in his mind.

After staring for a long time, he even felt that the woman in the portrait was blinking at him, but the meaning revealed in her eyes seemed a bit evil.

It seems to be similar to the statue of the Zhenwu Demon-Conquering Emperor in the mythical world, but this portrait seems a bit unsightly to Wen Lianggong who has experienced the mythical world.

(I beg for reading, for tickets, for investment, for all kinds of things, I’m rolling all over the floor begging for it!)

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