Chapter 440

The candle lights up in the dark, blooming yellow light, the bamboo house is more and more quiet, the wind outside is more and more urgent, the sound of bamboo waves, such as waves, reverberates endlessly in endless years.

Shen Shi raised his head and saw a picture on the wall.

Then he stayed for a moment, a little surprised, a little surprised.

When I came to Dazhu peak, which is suspected to be the hermit of the sage of Yuan Dynasty, I saw the surrounding scenery, including these bamboo houses. Although I didn't imagine the grand and grand hall dedicated to worshiping the sage, I still felt a little rustic atmosphere when I was in it. After the precipitation of years, I could barely say that it was the demeanor of an outsider. But when the candle lit up and he saw the picture in front of him in the bamboo house, Shen Shi was really speechless in an instant.

The painting on the wall, which is obviously the most conspicuous part of the bamboo house, is a very poor painting. It seems that there should be two people in the painting, but the painter obviously has no talent here. Although we can still see from the style of handwriting that he is very careful and attentive, the final result is only two words - ugly.

Shen Shi looked at them carefully for a while, and then he recognized that they should be a man and a woman from their clothes. Maybe the painter of this painting also had some self-knowledge, so after reluctantly drawing their bodies, he only sketched a few strokes on their faces, but they were only side faces, so Shen Shi couldn't see the two people clearly, We can only see that the two men and women in the painting seem to hold hands with each other.

At this moment, a ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in Shen Shi's heart. He thought that if it was really Dazhu peak, but he could not see the strict guard of Yuanshi gate in his imagination. The reason for this is that the saint asked Tiangong that he knew that the painting was too bad, but he forced to hang such a picture scroll here, so he didn't let his disciples and grandchildren Including the descendants of yuan family, come to Dazhu peak

When he thought about this, he even shook his head and thought it was too funny. Then he turned around and looked around. Under the light of the candle, the furnishings in this bamboo house were very simple, and there was no extravagance. It looked very different from the magnificent style of shangyuanshimen on jiexingfeng. The only tables and chairs seemed to be made of bamboo No wonder. I just don't know why these tables and chairs have not been rotten after so many years.

Outside the house, the sound of bamboo waves and the wind was rapid. After a moment's hesitation, Shen Shi went to the door of the house and looked outside carefully. The night was cold and bleak. Soon he confirmed that there was no one on the hill.

It seems strange to think that yuanshimen has always respected several saints and the importance of such a place.

He turned around and walked around the room at will. He found that everything here was so ordinary that it didn't look like the place where a great sage lived in seclusion. Perhaps the only thing that was different was the poor painting scroll hanging on the wall and behind the incense case.

So Shen Shi finally went back to the painting. Under the flickering candle fire, the light and shadow were shaking, which made the two figures on the painting seem to be shaking, with a kind of strange smell. I can't see the face of the man and the woman clearly, but after watching, I can still see that they seem to be very close, hand in hand, looking into the distance.

After a closer look, Shen Shi found that the two people in the painting, the painters also seem to have different force in drawing. When drawing the man, the brush strength is obviously heavy and thick, so it gives people a calm feeling. It's just that maybe the painter's work was too bad. Shen Shi saw that he was a little dull from the man's portrait. I think the painter's ability is insufficient, too much is better than too much In contrast, when drawing the woman next to her, the style of painting is much lighter, with her hair hanging over her shoulders, and several clothes are also depicted in a floating state. It seems that she wants to draw a fairy who is floating out of the dust and dressed like snow. But still that sentence, the painter is not, the result is bad, fortunately can't see the positive face, only a profile, also reluctantly let people think.

Shen Shi shook his head and felt strange. He couldn't figure out why yuan Wentian would hang such a bad painting if he lived in seclusion here. Can we say that the man in the picture is the saint asking the God himself? Is this painting dedicated here by the grandson of Empress Dowager Yuan Wen in order to respect her ancestors?

Thinking of this, Shen Shi didn't believe it, and his mouth twitched. He thought that with the respect and worship of the ancestor of the sage Wen Tiangong by yuanshihmen and the children of the yuan family, who would dare to do such a thing? He was afraid that he would be killed on the spot immediately. In this way, it seems that Yuan Wentian is the only one who dares to hang such a badly painted scroll in such an important place, but the yuanshimen and the descendants of the yuan family all dare not object and even act rashly.

But who is the man in the picture?

Is it really yuan Wentian himself? In this way, does the great saint seem to be narcissistic under his glorious reputation? Even his poor painter is self satisfied on the wall. But who is that woman?In other words, the man in this painting is not yuanwentian at all, and the woman is just two people who have some relationship with yuanwentian. They just don't know what their identities are. They will make such a peerless figure as yuanwentian rather endure such bad painters hanging on their walls.

After thinking about it, Shen Shi felt that his head was almost broken, but he didn't think of a reason. Finally, he had to turn his head with a wry smile. The sages and peerless figures in his heart must be different from ordinary people like himself. It's normal that he can't understand their actions.

After he was sure that there was no one else on the bamboo peak, Shen Shi felt a lot more relaxed. After walking around the bamboo house, he went to the smaller bamboo houses nearby with a little curiosity. However, everything seemed so ordinary that there was nothing unusual. Of course, he did not find any magic weapon left by the sages of the previous generation. This makes Shen Shi feel a little sorry, but after all, it's not the tomb where the saints sleep. Of course, there can't be anything buried with a peerless treasure. I really think too much about it.

Before he knew it, he went back to the original bamboo house. It seemed that after looking at it for such a long time, it seemed that the only strange and unusual place on Dazhu peak was the picture scroll.

Even in the middle of the painting, Shen Shi had the courage to plead guilty to the sage of the Yuan Dynasty ten thousand years ago, and then he touched the painting a few times, but still got nothing. It seemed that the painting was just an ordinary one.

Shen Shi shakes his head, thinking that maybe it's just like this, but then he thinks that he can come to the top of the mountain because of the guidance of the immortal killing sword. After pondering for a moment, he reached out again and took out the broken sword which was put back in Ruyi's bag. There was no light on the broken sword. It seemed that he had completely entered into deep sleep without any reaction of brilliance.

He tried to shake and wave it a few times, but the sword didn't move. At the end of the day, he could only shrug his shoulders, thinking that he didn't have the luck, so he was ready to withdraw the sword and leave. Just then, suddenly, the yellow candle in the room suddenly shook.

Shen Shi's body suddenly a meal, stand in the same place.

A moment later, the candlelight returned to normal, as if just now the cold wind outside the window occasionally blowing in, with a bit of chill. Deep at night, the wind is strong, the bamboo waves are like waves, wave by wave, it seems that they keep coming from afar.

At the same time, in the silent bamboo house, suddenly there was a very light and very thin "rope" sound, gently ring up.

Shen Shi suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the picture again.

The picture is slowly shaking. The light and shadow are flickering, and the picture is slightly shaking. It seems that there is an illusion that the characters in the picture are vaguely alive. Shen Shi only feels a chill in his heart. He uses it, and his heart is thumping. He had seen many strange and terrible things in the past. Even at the beginning, he had seen the horrible scene of ten thousand ghosts crying in the soul abyss of Gaoling mountain. But somehow, he suddenly felt that his fear at this moment was better than all the time before.

When the two figures with bad painting style trembled slightly under the yellow candle fire, they suddenly seemed to have a look from the painting, and the invisible sight gave him an unprecedented feeling of terror, as if they were unimaginable existence, such as the powerful feeling of looking at mole ants.

Shen Shi stepped back involuntarily, breathing suddenly, as if the blood of his whole body was freezing in an instant. Fortunately, this strange feeling came suddenly and went away quickly. When the cold wind dissipated and the candle calmed down again, the picture also calmed down, and the two figures immediately returned to their original appearance.

"Pa Ta", suddenly a crisp sound, but the portrait is slightly trembling, there is a thing actually fell out from the back of the picture, fell on the incense table.

Shen Shi was surprised and looked down. Suddenly, his eyebrows picked. For a moment, he seemed to have some doubts about his eyes. A moment later, he suddenly jumped in front of the incense table and grabbed the thing that had fallen. It was a first-order dull thing. It looked like a piece of iron. It had a long shape, and both sides were incomplete. It seemed that it had been broken for many years.

Shen Shiping took a breath, looked at the fragment in a daze, and then slowly moved the fragment of the killing immortal sword from his other hand.

Gently, put them together.

The notches are gradually overlapped and inlaid bit by bit until they are completely closed, and there is no gap.

Then a flash of light, suddenly lit up, in these two pieces of debris, soft warm white light, flashing, like cheering, like joy, like thousands of years of missing, finally gathered to the crack, the white light is more and more brilliant, gradually dazzling, an ancient force suddenly from this dark night.

It seems that there is a Sanskrit song, singing in the sky; like the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, look here. The wind is strong and the clouds are surging. They gather in all directions. The bamboo waves are like huge waves.

"Pa!"

A roar, all sides are quiet!In an instant, all the visions receded like the tide, and suddenly dispersed, and the radiance curled up like a white afterglow, and fell in front of Shen Shi's eyes.

Two broken swords, two in one.

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