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Chapter 70 Detecting Anomalies
Mei Xiu felt that she was slapped severely by a master, and blood gushed out of her mouth. She knew that she couldn't wait any longer, so she respectfully withdrew.

As soon as Mei Xiu left, the ghost-masked man patted the wheelchair under him, and slowly opened a door from the side. Inside the door was a slanting ramp, and the ghost-masked man slid in along the ramp. Dao, the rest of the wooden frames in the study were knocked down to the ground by the invisible air wave.

The ghost-faced man controlled the wheelchair and turned two turns, and came to the first secret room. There were only iron chains made of thousand-year-old black iron in the secret room. The ghost-faced man skillfully picked up the iron chains and handcuffed his hands respectively. There was a constant "bang" sound from the wall, like the sound of being chopped down by some sharp weapon. If the internal force can be seen, it will be found that it is a series of air knives spontaneously shot out from the ghost-faced man's body.

The ghost-faced man has been standing still. As the sound coming from the wall became more and more intense, he began to struggle, and then he struggled violently, and the iron chains also rattled. It's like being stirred and cut by countless knives.

About an hour later, the ghost-faced man collapsed on the wheelchair exhausted, his robe was completely wet, he raised his hand with great effort to remove the ghost king mask on his face, revealing a stern face wet with sweat, if Shu Qing If you see it, you will be shocked, because he is indeed Gong Wushang.

However, it was impossible for Shu Qing to know that Gong Wushang had another identity. She looked at the food on the table, and picked up the chopsticks after a moment of stupefaction.

Grandma Wang hastily stopped her and said:
"Miss, it's cold, and it's leftovers from lunch. You're already injured, how can you eat these?"

Xiao Kui said angrily:

"Miss, they are too much. They even perfunctory you like this, asking them to make lunch again, but they bring over the leftovers, and they are still cold!"

Xueer came in with a pastry:
"Miss, please eat some pastries to fill your stomach first."

Xiaokui said in surprise:
"Xue'er, where did you get this pastry?"

No wonder Xiao Kui would be surprised, if it was other courtyards in the mansion, it would be normal to take out a piece of pastry, but Shu Qing was the one who was neglected in the mansion before, and Shu Qing hadn't pursued it, otherwise there would be no downfall. People dare to neglect to bring leftovers directly.

Xueer pursed her lips and said:
"Anyone else is the housekeeper's son, Niu Shun."

"Ha, is that the dwarf who clung to you the first time he saw you, saying that you would never marry him in this life?"

Xiaokui felt sympathy for Xue'er when she thought of Niu Shun's crooked looks and height not as tall as her own.

Hearing this, Shu Qing raised her head, squinted her eyes, and asked:

"Xue'er, Niu Shun came to look for you?"

Before Xueer opened her mouth, Xiaokui couldn't help but sneered:
"Isn't that right? Maybe that dwarf is hiding in the rockery outside our courtyard right now. Miss, you don't know that Niu Shun has been guarding outside since seeing Xueer. As soon as Xueer leaves the yard, he will He will definitely jump out and pester Xueer, and he has been pestered no less than ten times in just two days."

Shu Qing rolled her eyes slyly, thinking of what happened in the mansion half a month later, she said to Xue'er:

"Xue'er, do you have a way to let Niu Shun stay in the bamboo forest rockery that will appear in the garden on the [-]nd of next month?"

Although Xueer wondered why Shu Qing would do this, she still nodded truthfully and said:

"OK."

Xiao Kui spoke quickly and asked directly:
"Miss, why did Wei want that dwarf to stay there for a day?"

Shu Qing smiled slyly, and raised her eyebrows at Xue'er:
"You will know when the time comes. Whether you can watch a good show or not depends on whether Xueer's beauty trick works or not."

"Miss~!" Xue'er looked ashamed and annoyed, while Wang Momo and Xiaokui held back their laughter.

In the end, during this lunch, Shu Qing only ate some pastries. As for the deliberate negligence of those cooks in the mansion, Shu Qing did not plan to clean them up, because even if she didn't clean up those cooks, someone would clean them up soon. them.

Shu Qing went to the study after eating the pastries, and unfolded the ink bamboo painting again.

The lush bamboo forest, spring bamboo shoots, and a few small snakes are almost hidden in the bamboo forest, and there are a few ironic stones of different sizes next to it, and the picture of the bamboo forest in ordinary clothes, but the person who made this painting has superb painting skills. Looking at the past, people have a sense of being there.

However, Shu Qing was puzzled, why did he paint the little snakes, if Shu Qing was talking about the bamboo forest map, these little snakes would definitely not be drawn, some of these little snakes were next to the bamboo shoots, some were circled on the bamboo, there are six in total in the painting Little snakes in different poses, Shu Qing looked at each one, and suddenly something flashed in his mind, and immediately went to the easel to take out the picture of Lonely Sail that Xue Er had just put on it.

Unfolding it, Shu Qing looked directly at the dark cloud. Looking carefully, he could find that although the shape of the dark cloud was different, he didn't want the shape of the cloud that he usually saw. Moreover, Shu Qing recognized the shape of one of the dark clouds and the shape of the cloud. The small snakes are remarkably similar in shape.

Shu Qing frowned slightly, and subconsciously copied the shapes of these snakes. When copying the shapes of these snakes, Shu Qing still felt that it was difficult to write, but compared with the previous few days, it was much easier. and the shape of dark clouds are copied on the same paper.

Shu Qing immediately discovered that these little snakes and the miniature version of the dark clouds looked like some kind of sign, or spoke some kind of lost or never-before-seen language?

Although the shapes are different, Shu Qing is 100% sure that they belong to the same type of characters or symbols.

She intuitively felt that this might have something to do with the shocking treasure passed down from the previous life.

However, Shu Qing still felt that it should not be that simple. She tried her best to copy the whole painting, and found that not only the side of the snake was easier to draw, but even the bamboo and the like became much easier.

Shu Qing's eyes focused on copying one stroke at a time, and at some point she entered an extremely mysterious state, she could not feel everything around her at all, she felt that the whole picture of the bamboo forest was moving along the trajectory of a special symbol connected by feeding and feeding Then, Shu Qing couldn't help drawing along this trajectory. She found that after drawing like this, it became smoother and smoother, and she even felt a breath of air being sucked into her body.

After Shu Qing finished copying the last stroke, he involuntarily exhaled a foul breath, his whole body lightened up, and he felt unprecedentedly comfortable.

Shu Qing's face was stained with joy, could this be...

Shu Qing recalled the old art book that he read when he was a child. There was a passage in it that said that all kinds of skills are like practicing martial arts, like painting. Talented people can feel the spirit of painting through painting. After entering the primary level of spirit refinement, one can practice by constantly painting and absorbing painting spirits. Not only can one strengthen one's body, but if one has excellent comprehension, one can also become an immortal painting god.

Shu Qing's memory is excellent, although she does not have a photographic memory, as long as she remembers things with heart, she will not forget them easily. Back then, she thought these words were very novel, so she remembered them very clearly, but as she grew up, she only felt that This is just a rumor and it is not credible, but she really felt that kind of anger today or it is a painting spirit.

In order to verify this, Shu Qing immediately took out the painting scroll she brought from the suburban villa, opened it, spread out a piece of rice paper, and started to copy according to the trajectory of the bamboo forest picture she just painted. As soon as she wrote, she felt the spirit of painting again, Shu Qing felt I was overjoyed, paused with my hand, but couldn't feel the painting spirit when I continued.

Frowning slightly, he painted according to the trajectory again, and he could feel the spirit of the painting again, secretly heaving a sigh of relief, it should not be interrupted, just like practicing a mental method, if he lost his mind in the middle, he could only start again.

After finishing the painting, Shu Qing obviously felt a small painting spirit pouring into the dantian of his abdomen like a clear stream, bringing a slight sense of comfort, but I don't know what happened, the painting spirit produced when copying this painting was not There are not as many ink bamboo pictures.

Shu Qing looked at the sky, and found that it took her less than half an hour to copy the scroll that took at least half a day, not to mention the ink bamboo painting, which took at least two days, but she inadvertently snooped When it came to Hualing, it took at least two days to copy the ink bamboo painting, and it only took an hour to copy it.

Even though Shu Qingdang understood the importance of that trajectory, she was about to continue when there was a knock on the door.

"Miss, it's getting late, you should go to bed."

Shu Qing was very energetic. She felt that it would be fine if she could paint all night without taking a break, but in order not to worry them and not to be self-willed, she packed up the scrolls and left the study.

The moonlight is getting darker, the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yiqing Courtyard.

On the large wooden bed, Ning's shoulders were exposed and she was lying on Shu Yidong's chest, Feng Yun's face was still flushed/red, Shu Yidong rubbed her shoulders and turned around, and pressed Ning under her body again.

Ning's dignity faded away from the daytime, her eyes were like silk, and she raised her eyes and said:
"My lord~ You should go around the concubine's body, the master's body is still like a tiger and wolf, how can the concubine's body bear it~ Maybe the master has let the concubine's body become pregnant again."

"The husband must not disappoint his wife today, and must let his wife conceive a child."

Shu Yidong, who is nearly forty years old, likes them the most when they praise him for his physical strength. Facing Ning Shi's seductive appearance of wanting to refuse and welcome, he reined in his heart and wanted to love Ning Shi again.

But Ning resisted weakly, with a worried look on her face.

Shu Yidong felt a little impatient, and asked:

"Why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Ning's slender arms hooked Shu Yidong's neck, with grievances on his face, and he wanted to cry:

"When the master mentions the child, the concubine thinks of Yan'er. Master, why is Yan'er's life so miserable, and she was ruined by that pig Yang Quwen for nothing."

"What! What the hell is going on?!"

Shu Yidong was furious, he didn't have any interest, his face was extremely ugly.

Ning was even more wronged and said:
"During the day, Yan'er excitedly went to the lake with the eldest lady and niece Wan'er, who would have thought that they would unite, and Yan'er was ruined by Yang Quwen. Master, you have to make decisions for Yan'er."

Only then did Shu Yidong recall the strange eyes of the servants in the mansion after returning to the mansion this evening.

"It's unreasonable. That wicked girl Shu Qing must have done something good. Ever since she came to the mansion, she hasn't stopped for a moment. Now that even Yan'er can kill her, I must punish that wicked girl!!"

(End of this chapter)