Killing God

Chapter Twelve Meet Again

The candlelight ignited in the darkness, blooming yellow light, the bamboo house became more and more quiet, the wind outside the house became more and more irritating, the sound of bamboo waves, like waves, echoed endlessly in the endless years. 》

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

Then he stayed for a while, a little surprised, a little stunned.

After arriving at the Dazhu Peak where the saints of Yuan Wentian lived in seclusion, I saw the surrounding scenery including these bamboo houses. Although I did not imagine the majestic and grand hall dedicated to the saints, it was still there. I can feel a bit of a simple atmosphere, and after the years have settled, that simple and peaceful, I can barely say that it is the style of a worldly expert. But when the candle light 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, the scroll that hung grandiosely in this place is obviously the most conspicuous place in the bamboo house, but it is a very poorly painted image. It looks like there should be two people in the painting, but the painter obviously has no talent on it. Although the handwriting and the style can still be seen very carefully and attentively, the final result of the painting is only two words-ugly .

Shen Shi looked at it carefully for a while, and from the costumes of the two people in the painting, he probably recognized that they should be a man and a woman. Perhaps it is because the painter of this picture is somewhat self-aware, so he is barely drawing the two people. Behind his body, there are only a few simple strokes on his face, and they are all just the side. Therefore, Shen Shi can’t see the appearance of the two people in the painting. He can only see the two people in the painting. It seems Are holding hands with each other.

At this moment, Shen Shi suddenly had a ridiculous thought in his mind, thinking that if this is really Dazhu Peak, but he can't see the tightly guarded Yuanshi Gate in his imagination, the reason should not be When the saint asked Tiangong, he knew that the painter was too bad, and he forcibly put up such a picture scroll here, so he did not let his descendants, including the descendants of the Yuan family, come to this great bamboo peak...

Thinking of this, even he himself shook his head, feeling too ridiculous, then turned around and looked around, only to see that under the candlelight, the furnishings in this bamboo house are indeed very simple, without any extravagance. It looks completely different from the grandiose style of Yuanshimen on the Peak of the Stars. The only few tables and chairs seem to be made of bamboo. They are ordinary, but I don’t know why so many years have passed. The chair is still intact.

The sound of bamboo waves outside the house and the sound of the wind were rushing. After Shen Shi hesitated for a moment, he walked to the door of the house and looked out. The night was cold and bleak. He soon confirmed that on this hill, there seemed to be no Anyone exists.

With Yuanshimen's respect for several saints, with the importance of such a place, this matter seems a bit strange in every way.

He turned around and walked around the house at will, and found that everything here is very ordinary, so ordinary that it is not like a place where a world-shattering great saint lived in seclusion, and the only thing a little bit different, perhaps is On that wall, the poorly painted scroll hung behind the incense case.

Therefore, Shen Shi finally walked back to the painting, under the swaying candlelight, the light and shadow were shaking, making the two figures on the scroll seem to be shaking, with a faint aura of weirdness. I couldn't see the appearance of the man and the woman, but after watching and observing, I could still see that the two people seemed to be very close, holding hands side by side, looking into the distance.

After taking a closer look, Shen Shi found that the two people in the painting seemed to use different strengths when drawing. When drawing the man, the brush strength was obviously heavy and thick, so it gave people a calm and calm feeling. It's just that maybe the painter's painter is too bad, Shen Shi looked at it, and actually saw a little dullness from the portrait of the man. I think it was because the painter's ability was insufficient. It's too late... In contrast, on the scroll. When I painted the woman next to me, the style of the painting was much lighter, with her hair hanging down her shoulders, and a few dresses in a fluttering state, as if she wanted to paint a fairy in white clothes like snow. But still the same sentence, the painting is not good enough, the result is terrible, fortunately, the front face is not visible, and the silhouette is barely considered a little miss.

Shen Shi shook his head, with a weird feeling in his heart. I really can't think of why there is such a poorly painted picture if this is really the place where Yuan Wentian is hermit. Could it be said that the man in this painting is the saint asking God himself? Could this scroll be enshrined here by the descendants of Yuan Wentian in order to admire their ancestors?

Thinking of this, Shen Shi himself didn't believe it, and the corners of his mouth twitched, thinking that with the respect and worship of the ancestor of Wen Tiangong, the ancestor of Wen Tiangong, the son of Yuan Shimen, which younger generation would dare to do such things, he was afraid to immediately Was killed on the spot. Thinking about it this way, it seems that the only person who dared to hang such a poorly crafted picture scroll in this important place, and the Yuanshimen and the descendants of the Yuan family did not dare to disagree or even move, should be Yuan Wentian alone.

But who is the person in this painting?

Could it really be Yuan Wentian himself? So it seems that the great saint seems to be a bit narcissistic under his shining reputation, even his own bad painter hangs on the wall smugly. But who is that woman?

Or in other words, the man in this painting is not Yuan Wentian at all, and even the woman is just two people who have some kind of relationship with Yuan Wentian Saint. It’s just that they don’t know what their identities are. Such a peerless figure would rather endure such a bad painter and hang on the wall of his residence.

After thinking about it, Shen Shi only felt that his head was about to break and he didn't think of a reason. In the end, he had to turn his head with a wry smile. He said that the senior saint and peerless figure must be different from ordinary people like himself, and he can't understand their actions. It is also normal.

After confirming that there was no one else on the big bamboo peak, Shen Shi seemed a lot more relaxed. After walking around in this bamboo house, he brought a bit of curiosity to the smaller bamboo houses nearby to take a look, but everything They all seemed so ordinary and ordinary, without any surprises, of course, no magic weapon left by the senior saints was found. This made Shen Shi feel a little bit regretful, but think about it, after all, this is not the tomb of the saint's resting place. Of course, there can be no peerless treasures to bury. I really think too much.

Before he knew it, he walked back to the original bamboo house. It seemed that after looking at it for so long, it seemed that the only place on this big bamboo peak that looked a little weird and different was the picture scroll.

Just letting Shen Shi look left and right and look up and down, he still couldn't see the secrets of this poorly painted scroll. He even had the courage in the middle to tell the Yuan sage ten thousand years ago. After the guilty sound, I lightly fumbled and touched the picture scroll a few times, but still got nothing. The picture looked like an ordinary picture scroll.

Shen Shi shook his head, thinking that maybe it was just that, but then he moved in his heart, but thought that he could come to this mountain because of the guidance of the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword. After indulging for a while, he stretched out his hand again and took out the broken sword that he put back in his wishful bag, and saw that the broken sword was dim and dull, as if he had completely fallen asleep, without any glorious reaction.

He tried to shake it a few times, but the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword did not move. In the end, he could only shrug his shoulders, thinking that he still had no luck, so he prepared to take the sword and leave, just at this moment, suddenly The yellow candlelight in the room shook suddenly.

Shen Shi's body gave a sudden stop and stood still.

After a while, the candlelight returned to normal. It seemed that just now the cold wind outside the window blew in occasionally, with a bit of chill. In the middle of the night, the wind is violent, and the bamboo waves are like waves, wave after wave, seeming to keep coming from afar.

At the same time, in this silent bamboo house, there was suddenly a very light and very thin "so-so" sound, which rang softly.

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

The scroll was trembling slowly, and the light and shadow swayed slightly. The picture swayed slightly, as if there was an illusion that the characters on the painting were coming to life. Shen Shi only felt that a kind of chill was applied in his heart, and he felt a little choked in his heart. He has seen many weird and terrible things in the past. He even saw the horrible scene of ten thousand ghosts crying and pursuing under the soul of the Gaoling Mountain, but for some reason, he suddenly felt that he was at this moment. Frightened, as if it was better than all the time before.

When the two portraits with awful painting style tremble slightly under the dim candlelight, they suddenly seemed to have a glance from the painting, and the invisible sight gave him an unprecedented sense of horror, as if It is a terrifying existence that is unimaginable from above, and it feels as powerful as an ant.

Shen Shi stepped back involuntarily, breathing suddenly, as if the blood in his body was about to freeze in an instant. But fortunately, this strange feeling came and went quickly. When the cold wind dissipated and the candlelight calmed down again, the scroll was quiet, and the two figures immediately returned to their original appearance.

"Pata", there was a crisp sound, but the portrait trembled slightly, and something unexpectedly fell out of the back of the scroll and landed on the incense table.

Shen Shi was taken aback, looked down, suddenly raised his brows, and for a moment seemed to be unable to believe his eyes. After a while, he suddenly rushed to the incense case and grabbed the thing that had fallen. It was a first-order, dull and ordinary thing that looked like an iron piece. It had a long strip shape and was incomplete on both sides. , It seems to be broken for many years.

Shen Shi held his breath, glanced at the fragment in a daze, and then slowly moved the fragment of the Slaughter Immortal Remnant Sword in his other hand.

Put it together gently.

The gaps slowly overlap, and inlay bit by bit, until they are completely combined, and there are no gaps.

Then a gleam of light suddenly lit up. Above these two fragments, a soft and warm white light flashed non-stop, like cheers like joy, like misses that have passed millions of years, and finally converged on the fractured gap. The white light became more and more brilliant, gradually dazzling and dazzling, a reckless ancient power suddenly emerged from this dark night.

There seems to be a Sanskrit song sounded, singing in the sky; like a **** and Buddha in the sky, looking at this place. The wind is rushing and the clouds are surging, converging from all directions, and the bamboo waves are like a huge wave.

"Snapped!"

With a roar, everything is quiet!

In an instant, all the visions receded like the tide, blasted away, and the brilliance curled like a white afterglow, falling in front of Shen Shi's eyes.

The two truncated swords are combined into one.