After nightfall, Guan Luoyang dug a hole under the bridge and buried the coach.
Ma Zhixing helped push the soil down, patted the mound to make it firmer, and said, "I see there seems to be a broken tree over there. Do you want to get some wood to make a tombstone?"
Guan Luoyang thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, do you know his real name?"
"I've only heard his nickname."
Ma Zhixing's tone was low, "But I know that he has dealt with many high-level officials in the alliance. Maybe the president knows his real name."
Guan Luoyang said: "Then when you succeed, come here to see him and erect a monument for him. By then, he should be even happier."
As he said that, Guan Luoyang took out the ticket hidden in his belt and ran all the way under the water. He was soaked all over and the ticket was soaked in water. Fortunately, it was not crushed. It should be left to dry for a few hours. It still works.
He handed the ticket to Ma Zhixing, who took it in his hand, but his eyes fell on his wound and said: "You have a gunshot wound. You must find a way to take out the bullet and stitch it up, otherwise you will continue to lose blood."
Guan Luoyang said calmly: "It's okay. One of the two bullets penetrated about an inch into my flesh, and the other got stuck in my bone. They have been locked by my power. There will be no serious problems for the time being. If I take it out now , and then I punched hard, but I was afraid it would burst and bleed."
In fact, it hurt when the bullet hit the body, and it hurt even more when it got stuck in it, but Guan Luoyang had become somewhat accustomed to this feeling. He didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he walked over and picked up the long brocade box on the ground.
"It's a pity that the ancient painting will be destroyed if it encounters water. What is the origin of this painting?"
Ma Zhixing was worried. Sometimes he looked at the tomb of his coach, and sometimes he thought of his old father. He only came back to his senses after being asked twice.
"I heard that it is a work by Wu Daoxuan of the Tang Dynasty, and the painting is of his disciple Lu Lengjia, but it is never mentioned in Wu Daoxuan's relevant records. Moreover, the master's paintings of his disciples are also a bit weird. Some people suspect that it was done by someone from later generations under his name. "
Wu Daoxuan is Wu Daozi.
Wu Daozi originally came from a poor family. The name Daozi refers to the fact that his mother gave birth to the child on the road.
But he was very talented in calligraphy and painting. He first learned calligraphy and then transferred to painting. He integrated calligraphy brushes into painting. Wu Dai was the master of the style and was versatile in all aspects. He became famous and was personally given the title of "Wu Dai" by the then Emperor Xuanzong. "mysterious".
There are many legends in Wu Daozi's life, and the pictures he created have the power to shake people's hearts.
For example, he once made a picture of hell in Jingyun Temple. The old monk Xuanzang of Jingyun Temple said: "After Wu Sheng painted this hell, everyone looked at it, and they were afraid of sin and practiced good deeds. The two cities slaughtered people, and there was no fish or meat." For sale.”
In the Tang Dynasty, there was a theory of Three Wonders and Five Sages, and Wu Daozi was called the Sage of Painting.
Ma Zhixing put away the roster first, then walked over and opened the brocade box. As expected, the paintings inside were soaked through, and there were blue marks on the back of the paper.
"Strange, I remember this is an ink painting, why is there a cyan part?"
He became suspicious, thinking that the foreigner chased after him just for the painting, which led to the death of the coach, so he told Guan Luoyang about it.
The two took out the ancient paintings and wanted to take a closer look.
After the scroll was unfolded, the front showed a scholar with his sleeves tied up and a pen in hand, painting on the wall. The ink marks were thick or light and slightly out of shape, but no trace of blue marks could be seen. When the painting was turned over, the bruises were still there. .
Apparently there was something hidden inside the drawing paper, and the clues were only revealed after soaking in water.
Ma Zhixing carefully scratched one end with his nails and lifted up the layer on the back, revealing a fragment of a picture hidden inside.
In the picture, the clouds are rolling like flames, and the flames are like flowers. Against the background of several peaks reaching into the sky in the distance, a majestic green bird, like a mountain, flutters its wings against the wind and clouds, and strikes down in the sky.
This scroll was broken off just below the sacred bird, and the cracks were jagged.
The two of them saw the painting at the same time. Ma Zhixing didn't think anything of it, but Guan Luoyang next to him suddenly groaned, took two steps back, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Ma Zhixing was shocked: "What's wrong with you?"
His anxious voice fell in Guan Luoyang's ears, sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes grand and high, overlapping, and suddenly low and deep, making it difficult to hear clearly.
In this small bridge hole, the world and the world outside that we are accustomed to seem to be undergoing a rapid, silent and unpredictable change.
The spinning feeling came over him, and Guan Luoyang subconsciously stood up with his legs. The tingling and sour feeling penetrated from his eyes, wrapped around the eyeballs, and flowed downward.
The more it flows, the hotter it becomes, penetrating between the skin, flesh and bones, flowing from the shoulders to the arms, and finally gathering into the ultimate tingling sensation on the fingertips.
Guan Luoyang moved his hands away from his face in horror. At that moment, he felt that everything that came close to his hands would be torn, cut, and disintegrated.
In his still somewhat blurry vision, there was a real light that spread from the fingertips, across the wrist, to the arm, forming a complex pattern with the color of ancient bronze on the surface of the skin, extending all the way to the elbow.
call! ! !
The broken scroll Ma Zhixing was holding burned on its own.
He quickly threw it away, looked at the fire on the ground, and then looked at Guan Luoyang's arms.
Just a glance at the pattern will make people subconsciously think of the patterns of Taoist cloaks, jade princes and Yingluo carved on the murals in dark ancient temples.
"It turns out that the foreigner wanted this thing."
The scales and coldness on the foreigner's body seemed to flash before his eyes again.
Ma Zhixing was so nervous that his throat became dry. He was feeling sad and resentful, but there was also a hint of hope brewing.
The foreigner was truly invulnerable. He was beaten like that and didn't seem to be injured. If Guan Luoyang could also obtain that kind of power, who could stop them from boarding the ship and sending the roster away?
After a long time, Guan Luoyang, who was in a stable state, tried several times and broke Ma Zhixing's fantasy.
"The warm current in my body can only stay between my shoulders, neck and arms. Moreover, I don't think I can create ice or even fire out of thin air."
Ma Zhixing was a little frustrated and said: "It should be because the foreigner took longer to obtain it. His abilities may have been obtained from the other half of the residual map."
Guan Luoyang said softly: "This is already an unexpected surprise. Even if we didn't have this thing, I would still let you board the boat at dawn."
Ma Zhixing felt uneasy and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"For the sake of the roster, the imperial court will set up defenses in the south for investigation, but in addition to the roster, there are some things in Guangzhou that they have to pay attention to."
Guan Luoyang raised his gaze and looked in a certain direction, with a knife-like coldness in his teeth, "I will make enough noise to create an opportunity for you."
Do what the green-faced ghost does best.
