100 Years ...... 361st ......

It sounds lofty, but who am I and what do you care? Isn't that the end of the reward you're giving me?

Zhou Fengchen and the painstaking monk glanced at each other, and said hesitantly: "My name is ...... Lee Sledgehammer? ”

"Lee Sledgehammer?" Suo Qiya looked at him with burning eyes and nodded, "Actually, I wasn't going to give away the dragon slaying knife at all, I was afraid that people would come to rob the real dragon game that was deliberately set up!"

I didn't expect seventeen games, seventeen outrageous chess games, and the half-immortal also had to grab his hair, but he was broken by a little-known kid of yours! ”

The statement is very honest, and after speaking, he is speechless, helpless and speechless.

Zhou Fengchen nodded, "Things have happened, I want to start a little." ”

Think...... Open point? Suo Qiya's fat face twitched and waved his hand, "You don't necessarily win!" And the last round! ”

Zhou Fengchen clenched his fists, "Please advise!" ”

Suo Qiya pointed around, "Open!" ”

Two beautiful "women" ran neatly to the surrounding walls and gently untied the curtains.

Wow –

The white drapery slowly floats down from both sides, revealing a coherent painting of paint that covers the entire wall, with a complex color and complex curves, and it is impossible to see what is being painted.

Zhou Fengchen and others all understood, no wonder so many brushes, inks, and oil paints were thrown on the ground, and it turned out that Su Qiya was painting.

Suo Qiya said: "I was born in the thirty-fifth year of Qianlong, and when I went to Yangzhou to do business in the tenth year of Jiaqing, I was killed by my best friend and his wife!"

After my death, my soul did not disperse, turned into a ghost to endanger one party, and later met Laoshan Taoist priest to arrest, fled in a hurry, this escape fled to the ghost market, and I was not arrested several times.

Later, I hid in the remote Shajiao, which is now here, I was still a little ghost at that time, and I couldn't do the ghost spirit, and one day an old Taoist priest came and easily caught me, I thought I was going to die, but he just asked me to serve him with tea and water.

Later, a few more people came! Finally, half a month later, I remember that it was the twenty-third year of Jiaqing, more than one hundred and ninety years ago, and a big war broke out between them......"

Speaking of which, Suo Qiya was dizzy, and the spirit was outside.

Zhou Fengchen glanced at each other, and they all saw the excitement in each other's eyes, okay, fight, fight palm prints and fist prints.

Suo Qiya suddenly trembled at this time, "That, that scene was earth-shattering, even though I hid in the sand pit and was blocked by a few immortals, I was almost shocked to death!" ”

At this point stopped.

Zhou Fengchen waited for a long time and didn't wait for the next step, and couldn't help asking, "Then what?"

Suo Qiya gasped and pointed to the oil murals on the walls around him, "I've written everything down!" It took me a full hundred and thirty years! If you can see how many people there are, I'll give you the dragon slayer! ”

Zhou Fengchen and a group of people couldn't help but be shocked, that scene was drawn!?

"Good!" Zhou Fengchen couldn't take too much care of it, so he ran to the wall.

Shangguan Xianyun and the painstaking monk also tensed their nerves and followed.

The mural is very long, and Zhou Fengchen and a group of people looked for it on both sides, starting from the first one on the left hand door.

Although this mural is an oil painting, it is extremely realistic, from the sky to the woods, leaves, flowers, stones, people, and hair.

The first painting is a desert-like place, with a small wooden house among a few poplar trees, and in the wooden house there is a fat man who looks obscene and eats chickens, and this fat man is exactly the appearance of Suo Qiya.

The second painting shows an old Taoist priest walking on a grassy path at the edge of the desert.

This old Taoist priest looks like he is about fifty or sixty years old, his hair is a little gray, he has a three-inch beard, he is on a gourd cane, his face is originally very charitable, but the bridge of his nose is slightly high, showing some majesty, and his shabby Taoist robe sways in the wind.

Looking at this Taoist priest, Xikong Miao suddenly said "ah", and his face changed greatly.

"What's wrong?" Everyone was watching intently, and they were startled by his snort, and couldn't help but ask in unison.

Xikong Miao pointed to the old Taoist priest and whispered: "I, I have a portrait of the ancestor in my family, he, he is the ancestor of Song Dingkong!"

Song Dingkong!?

Everyone's hearts were awe-inspiring, it turned out that the ancestor of Yunding Mountain, the old poisonous blind man Song Dingkong, really existed! And it has something to do with this palm print and fist print! One hundred and ninety years ago!?

Zhou Fengchen frowned and asked, "He's not ...... Blind? ”

Xikong Miao smiled bitterly, "The poisonous blind man is just a nickname made up by Bai Xiao Monk!" I didn't expect ...... His old man would have something to do with palm prints and fist prints! ”

The painstaking monk suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded, "Amitabha!" Let's look down. ”

As the group moved, they continued to look down:

Song Dingkong Immortal Wind Bone, Extraordinary, Walking Like a Fairy Descending to Earth, in front of the cabin, waved his hand gently, Suo Qiya ran out of the door with a frightened face, and knelt on the ground.

Song Dingkong did not kill the seven teeth, but entered the cabin, seemed to say something, and then meditated cross-legged.

He trembled and scooped water from the bottom of the sand, then boiled it in a clay pot, made tea with strange leaves, served it to Song Dingkong to drink, and then made a simple meal......

A few paintings are scenes of how busy Suo Qiya is, the painting style is complicated, the narration is verbose, and the bad reviews!

Then the style of painting changed: Song Ding went out of the door, straightened his waist and looked into the distance.

On the grassy path, more than a dozen people walked in front of them, including men and women, old and young, with different costumes, but everyone was very imposing and temperamental.

The lines of the characters here are a little rough, and it seems that Suo Qiya is trying his best to restore the momentum of these people, but he always feels that he can't draw it, and it is unsatisfactory.

The moment she looked at these paintings, Shangguan Xianyun frowned, and Li Canying let out an "ah".

"What's wrong?" The painstaking monk and Zhou Fengchen asked out loud at the same time.

Li Canying pointed to a beautiful woman in the painting, "My grandmother Li Lingxiao!" I've been worshipping her morning and evening since I remembered practicing, and if I made a mistake, I had to kneel in front of her portrait and admit it! ”

Shangguan Xianyun pointed to a woman with her hair in a high bun and clear eyebrows, "My grandfather's aunt and grandmother, the holy daughter of the Great Witch Sect once in five hundred years!" There are all the portraits in the church! ”

Qi Lian'er pointed to one of the middle-aged Taoist priests with immortal wind bones, "This ...... It seems that the cloud path of Laoshan is long, and I worshipped his portrait when I went to Laoshan! ”

After speaking, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

A bunch of old guys together?

The painstaking monk said: "When I went to the five families and seven factions as a guest, I worshipped the ancestors of each family, and these people looked a little alike, could it be ...... They are the ancestors of the five families and seven factions? ”

Zhou Fengchen nodded, "It should be!" What are they here for? Read on. ”

The next picture: Song Dingkong went out to greet him, and a group of people held peer salutes and greeted each other.

Then it's time to meditate cross-legged in front of the hut and talk about something or have tea.

A group of people didn't seem to be too happy, one by one frowning, showing a lot of worries.

Next, Suo Qiya painted from his own point of view, and it was inevitable that there would be some abstract and strange shots, and he couldn't tell what these people were doing, which was plausible.

After five or six paintings in a row, the style suddenly changed, and the sky glowed with a strange yellow light.

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