The Sword Dynasty
Chapter 135 Today's Opportunity
Changling’s old aristocratic gatekeepers had to raise too many people in their homes, and they were used to spending on weekdays. Once they fell, they lost the pillars in the temple, and the speed of the breakage often exceeded people’s imagination.
The former Nie's gate valve is the best example.
The Nie was once the strongest gatekeeper under the Gongsun clan of Changling, and once held the Qin soldiers' power, but when Nie Rang, the strongest practitioner in the family, also fell, Nie fell at an alarming rate.
All the members of the clan managed to change their property. It was only a few months. Some amazing antiques of the Nie family, and even very useful things for practitioners, were sold out, leaving only a large Nie Garden.
In the Nieyuan Garden, the house in the garden is also guarded against theft. The vehicles smuggled every night are endless. Finally, not only the rare plants and trees are stolen, but also some exquisite stone statues are emptied.
Many large households in Changling now use stone carvings and woodcarvings for decoration, and even many of them come from the former Nieyuan.
Although the Zhou family, also the old gate valve of Changling, did not completely disappear like the former Nie family, the situation was not good.
The carriage carrying Ding Ning and others stopped outside the Zhoujiamo Garden. Ding Ning and others got out of the carriage and saw the surrounding scenery bleak. Even the black tiles on the wall of the Moyuan courtyard have appeared broken, and wormwood has grown. Exposed the clay underneath.
Looking over the tall gray courtyard wall into the ink garden, the color of some pavilions and pavilions in the depths of the ink garden has also been mottled, many paints have been peeled off, and some cracked beams and columns have not been replaced.
Although Xie Changsheng is young, he has heard countless times of the glorious luxury of Changling's old princes. I know that these old princes were more prominent than the current princes. Especially looking at the pavilions, pavilions and pavilions, the patterns seem to coincide with the avenue Fuja's home is unparalleled.He then sighed sincerely: "I really want to completely repair here, it seems that tens of thousands of dollars is not enough."
Zhou Yunhai, who was ahead, smiled slightly and said, "If you give more, I will not refuse."
This is obviously a joke, but Xie Changsheng nodded and said with a smile: "If I can really get a lot of benefits in the freehand scraps, maybe my sister and my father are happy, and they repaired the entire Moyuan directly. maybe."
"Then I hope that the nephew has enough chances and feels more about the principles of practice." Zhou Yunhai also smiled and said.
However, in his heart, he said contemptuously, based on your Guanzhong Tuzi, what else can you see in a day?
The old trees in the garden are shaded, and sunlight beams pass through the branches and leaves, forming large and small light spots on the bluestone road below, which looks quiet and intentional.
I really entered this Moyuan and walked in such a way to understand why most pavilions and pavilions have not been repaired for many years.
Because the walls, columns and eaves of most pavilions are carved with jade, pastel flowers and birds, and decorated with gold and silver.Many paints are even extremely precious gemstone paints, or extremely rare mica shellfish powder paints overseas. Even today, the luxury is beyond the limits imaginable by ordinary people.
If you use ordinary decoration materials, you can put it on instead of making it old. It is better to make it obsolete.
Like all the private gates of Changling’s old gates, Moyuan covers an extremely large area, bypassing an artificially built hill in the park. The scenery in front of everyone is changing, everything seems to be completely black and white .
Mo Ju, Mo Shu, Bai Cao..., all the strange plants and trees planted in front of them are pure black and white, with deep and light black and white.
Seeing this pure black and white, Xue Wangxu whispered softly, and then said to Zhou Yunhai peacefully: "Zhou Jiamoyuan's freehand scrolls are really better to be heard than witnessed. Since this is the case, I will stop here. Find a place to help me prepare a pot of hot tea."
Zhou Yunhai respectfully said: "Since this is the case, I will accompany Master Xue Dong to take a nap in the Yunhai Pavilion on the top of the mountain. That is my study, and I can see most of the landscapes of the Moyuan."
After finishing this sentence, he motioned Zhou Yiyi to take Ding Ning and others to move forward. At the same time, he walked to Xue Wangxu's side, slowly releasing the softness of heaven and earth on his body and supporting Xue Wangxu.
Feeling the scent of pure world and vitality exuded from Zhou Yunhai, Xie Changsheng's face was sullen, but he couldn't understand it and couldn't help but ask: "He hasn't seen the freehand scroll yet, why did Xue Dongzhu say freehand It’s not as good as witnessing the residual volume?"
Ding Ning glanced at him and said nothing, but walked a few steps toward the front calmly.
Looking at his movements, Zhou Yiyi's eyes flickered violently, but the depth of his pupils finally showed a bit of dread and admiration.
Not only Xie Changsheng, Zhang Yi and Nangong Cai Shu, Shen Yi, and Xu Heshan's eyes were all widened at the same time.
There wasn't even a touch of movement, not even a breeze, but Ding Ning's body had become absolute black and white.
His clothes and skin became darker, and the darker areas suddenly became darker, and the brighter areas became white.
"It turns out that the black and white here are not true colors?"
Xie Changsheng's dumb voice, he finally reacted a bit. The black and white here is just impregnated with a certain breath, like the power of the magic circle, causing changes in light and color.
After a few quick steps, Ding Ning, who stopped, and his body turned into absolute black and white, Zhou Yiyi turned around at this moment, glanced at him, and said indifferently: "How do you know that black and white is not the original color, and how do you know that in normal days The color you see is not false?"
Ding Ning's brow furrowed imperceptibly.
In fact, Zhou Zhiyi said something at the moment, but Zhou Yiyi obviously couldn't understand it so deeply. He said this at the moment, just to make Xie Changsheng more confused and more confused.
His eyes flickered, wanting to say something, but he could hold it first.
Nangong Caishu and others are difficult to calm down.
Just what the meaning in Xie Wangxu's discourse, he seems to have seen the freehand scraps directly. Could it be said that the change in the vigor here is all caused by freehand scraps?
It's just a broken volume, just like a large magic circle, causing such changes.
No wonder even those supreme figures want to borrow this freehand scrapbook.
Zhou Yiyi continued to move forward. Every step fell, and a black and white smoke appeared on the ground. It looked like walking in the scroll, which was extremely unreal.
His black and white face clearly showed a proud look.
Even if he has entered here for countless times to enlighten, every trail is already familiar enough to walk with his eyes closed, but every time he comes in, he still feels amazing.
Xie Changsheng's eyes widened to the extreme again.
In front of him, there are countless rivers and distant mountains, suitable for light and shade, looks very distant and magnificent.
How could Zhoujiamoyuan cover such a large area?
This was the first time that words appeared in his mind, but when walking freely in the forefront of Zhou's freehand, he suddenly awakened.
That is freehand scraps.
In the black and white brilliance, an ancient temple slowly appeared.
The ancient wooden hall is soaked with thick ink like a jade.
There is no decoration in the ancient hall, only a stone wall stands on the slate floor in the center.
This crystal wall is made of two very thin pieces of crystal, and the center of the inside is a remnant that is more than a foot long and not more than a few feet high.
He and Nangong Caishu and others were suddenly shocked and speechless again.
To make Zhou freehand a little unexpected, the brow slowly unconsciously provoked that Ding Ning's expression was still very calm.
"This is the freehand scroll of our Zhou family. You can enlighten yourself, but remember not to touch the crystal wall, otherwise the induced restraint will be enough to kill any practitioners under the five realms." He said slowly.
Listening to such a voice, Xie Changsheng has taken two steps subconsciously. He wanted to see the whole picture of the broken volume for the first time, to see what was drawn on it.
However, his eyes only swept through the remnant, and his breathing instantly became disordered.
There are countless deep and shallow mountains, and the rivers in the distance, seem to be pressed towards him in an instant. For a moment, he only felt that his head was dull. When he closed his eyes in horror, he found that he was actually facing the whole picture. Without any impression, he couldn’t remember exactly what was drawn on this picture, or even where the remnants of the picture were, he had no impression.
"How could this be?"
Nangong Caishu and others felt the same way.
If they can’t see any line inside, any ink’s meaning and the underlying truth, they can still understand, but now the scroll is in front of them, but they can’t see the content at all, and they forget everything after reading it. If they can’t remember, they won’t understand.
The group glanced at each other, only to see Ding Ning's dreams watching, very calm.
Ding Ning can see the contents inside, can you see anything?
Everyone had doubts in their hearts, but seeing how Ding Ning was so fascinated, everyone felt that they could not be disturbed. After taking a deep breath, they stared again.
...
Ding Ning calmly looked at the freehand scraps ahead.
This is what he knows, but he has never had a chance to read it before.
In order to resist the entry of some of the people they hated most in the past, the Zhou family even expressed the meaning of burning jade and stone, and did not hesitate to destroy this stub.In the end, the people at that time made concessions in order to pass down the treasures of the practitioner's world.
In fact, whether it is Minshan Jianzong or Lingxu Jianmen, it is the same for him. If he really knows his identity, even if he is extinct, he will never let any secret code that is very useful to him be seen by him. .
There was a touch of emotion deep in his calm eyes.
Countless deep and shallow Moshan and Mohe also pressed towards him instantly.
It's just that he didn't "see" these Moshan and Mohe at all. It seemed that these Moshan and Mohe flew over his body and then collapsed behind him.
His perception doesn't care about the breath from the most primitive lines, only the most primitive lines.
So the scroll in his sight is completely different from what others around him see.
What he saw was a yellowed remnant. On the rough straw paper, only two mountains were painted.
One is thick and the other is light.
A few white clouds floated above the top of the mountain.
In front of the two mountains, a large river flows.
The upper right corner of this painting is missing, so there is one corner missing from the Tamsana Mountain, and there is a missing section of Dajiang.
Hundreds of ink lines of different shades, or sword intentions, or runes, make up such a picture.