After the rebirth of the metaphysics master, he exploded into the wealthy circle

An Yiran began to look at Mr. Lu's study again. The ancient books, calligraphy and paintings collected by Mr. Lu can make people feel a very strong aura. In this era where aura is fading and ghosts are rampant, these They are all extremely important treasures. For orthodox mystic masters, they are undoubtedly treasures that can help their practice, but this does not include An Yiran.

She does not lack spiritual power, and her understanding and application of profound arts has reached the peak position. What she lacks is the power of merit.

After shopping around again, she still couldn't find the treasure Mr. Lu mentioned, so she couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

She looked at Lu Siying who was standing at the door and casually picked up a book to read with gusto, and couldn't help calling Lu Siying, "Uncle Lu."

Lu Siying raised his head, and saw An Yiran waving to him with a smile on his face, signaling "come, kiss".

He sighed helplessly, put down the book in his hand, and walked over.

"what happened?"

An Yiran asked in a low voice: "Grandpa Lu said there is a treasure hidden here, Uncle Lu, can you tell me, which one is it?"

"I'm not very clear." Lu Siwei replied truthfully, "In my opinion, everything in my father's study can be called a treasure, but if I have to choose which one is the most precious, I don't know. It's not easy to make a conclusion. But based on my understanding of your Grandpa Lu, the treasure he mentioned is probably what he thinks is a treasure, and it may be in the eyes of others...it seems worthless at all!"

"Is that so..."

An Yiran nodded with a half-understood expression, and then his eyes fell on a painting hanging in the corner. After a careful look, he couldn't move his eyes away.

The specification of this painting seems to be one size smaller than other hanging paintings. Judging by the quality, it is probably a product of recent years, and there is no inscription on it, but what An Yiran cares about is not the painting itself The value, or whether there is aura on it, but the painting meaning contained in it.

On the top of the painting is a heavy halberd. The halberd is broken from the middle, and it is still stained with blood. There is no other background reference around it, but it is simply drawn in midair. The direction of the halberd is a gray sky, giving people a sense of domineering that they are the enemy of the heaven and the way of heaven.

Even if the halberd is broken, it still does not restrain its edge.

The more An Yiran looked at it, the more he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, not for the style of this painting, but for the feeling of "struggling with the sky and having endless fun".

Especially when her hands couldn't help touching the painting, there seemed to be a voice telling her that this painting should belong to her.

"Grandpa Lu, that's it, I want it!" An Yiran excitedly went to move the stool, climbed up and was about to take the painting away, and kept yelling, "This painting is so handsome , Which one of you painted it, I almost fall in love with the person who painted this picture!"

An Yiran kept talking to himself, not even noticing that old man Lu who was not far behind was looking at her with a smile that was not a smile.

"Little girl, be careful!"

There was a suspicious blush on Lu Siying's ear flaps. Seeing An Yiran's agitation, he was afraid that someone would accidentally fall off the stool. He reminded An Yiran while protecting her behind her. , and at the same time, he did not forget to lower his voice and ask, "This painting was drawn when I was 15 years old, and it is worthless at all. Do you really want to choose it?"

When Lu Siying said this, An Yiran just took off the painting and held it in his arms. Hearing this, she stood stiffly on the chair with a bewildered expression on her face.

What the hell?

Was this painting painted by Lu Siying?

Jeez, what did she just say, falling in love with the guy who painted this picture?

"This... was really drawn by you?" An Yiran turned to look at Lu Siying who was holding the chair below, "Did you draw this?"

"That's right." Lu Siying looked up at her and nodded, "When I was 15 years old, I suddenly fell into a serious illness. After the fever subsided, for some reason, I suddenly wanted to draw such a picture."

An Yiran: "..."

How obsessed is this nm with hobbies? After a serious illness, instead of recuperating in time, draw a picture first?

Also, this style of painting doesn't match Lu Siying's image at all!

Anyway, An Yiran couldn't imagine a cold and cheerless image like Lu Siwei, who is also the son of Heaven, who can do everything smoothly, would have the idea of ​​fighting against the sky.

But no matter what, An Yiran still wanted to save himself, "Well... I was just too excited just now, what I said didn't count!"

"What counts?"

At the same time that An Yiran jumped off the chair, Mr. Lu also walked over with a smile, "Ran Ran, which sentence are you referring to? Grandpa is getting old and his hearing is not very good, so I heard you want this pair Painting, do you mean this sentence?"

From old man Lu's expression, An Yiran didn't believe what the old man said about his poor hearing. He just felt that the old man was so cunning that he would even make jokes like this with her.

"Grandpa Lu, is it okay to give this painting to me?"

An Yiran simply followed Mr. Lu's example and pretended to be confused, and asked.

She liked this painting very much, and it was written by Lu Siying, so it was inevitably tainted with some of Lu Siying's luck.

An Yiran even planned to ask Lu Siying to write something on it later, and she would "process" it a little bit so that it could serve as a short-term storage of Lu Siying's Zijin Qi. It's urgent, and Lu Siying didn't have time to come over to provide her with Zijin Qi, so this painting can also serve as a backup tool for life extension.

"Of course I can give it away. Grandpa said that as long as Ran Ran likes it, grandpa will give it away."

"Thank you, Grandpa Lu!" An Yiran hugged the painting, smiling brows and eyes, and then she moved closer to Lu Siying, "Uncle Lu, since you drew this painting, I can ask you to help me with it." Write a few words?"

As An Yiran approached, Lu Siying looked at the other's face approaching in front of his eyes, slightly lost in thought.

He hasn't been in contact with An Yiran for a long time, and even when he first met, he felt that An Yiran's profession as a "celestial master" was quite an eyesore, but after contacting him, not only opened the door to a new world for him, but even With the idea that this world is actually very interesting, I no longer feel bored about everything as before.

It's okay if you don't look closely at An Yiran, now that we are so close, and observing her carefully, Lu Siwei only feels that An Yiran's long eyelashes follow her bright smile, flickering like two cute little fans , she looks delicate like a doll, but her temperament is like a glass of strong and strong wine. She can clean up ghosts and monsters that the world respects at a distance, but she can fight for ghosts when she is born as a human. The emotions were very vague, and the feeling that was about to come out made him feel that he liked An Yiran a little bit, but because he came here for no reason, and he himself was not a person who was interested in sex, Lu Si couldn't help but feel wronged. The contact with An Yiran was both joyful and inexplicable worry.

He wasn't worried that An Yiran's evil skills would make him get used to contacting those non-worldly beings after he had been in contact with her for a long time. What he was worried about was that if An Yiran had been in contact with those things for a long time What effect would it have on her.

If he hadn't seen it before, he didn't have to believe it, but now that he saw it, even if he didn't want to believe it anymore, he couldn't refute its existence.

After all, humans and ghosts exist in two worlds. No matter how powerful An Yiran is, there is a sky beyond the sky. If one day in the future, he will be enemies with even more powerful ghosts, what should he do if he cannot defeat them?

Obviously, with An Yiran's ability, even if she doesn't want to be a celestial master, she can live a good life, and she can rely on this ability to avoid being tricked by other villains, but why does she want to do it? These, exorcising evil spirits for people, avenging justice for ghosts?

"Uncle Lu?"

Seeing that Lu Siying just stared at her in a daze, An Yiran didn't know what was going on in his mind, so he couldn't help waving his empty hand in front of the other person's eyes, "You're back to your senses!"

"Oh well."

Lu Siwei, who came back to his senses, nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, seeing how happy he was after agreeing to write a few words on the picture for An Yiran, he couldn't help laughing too.

Grandpa Lu looked at the interaction between An Yiran and Lu Siwei, although he had a smile on his face, he was thoughtful in his heart.

He just let An Yiran choose with the mentality of trying it out, but he didn't expect An Yiran to choose that painting.

In fact, he originally thought that An Yiran would pick an ancient book about profound arts in this study.

Seeing that An Yiran chose that painting now, he had a faint thought in his heart that he shouldn't have.

Could it be that what Lao Jiu did back then was successful, and this child is really her?

Mr. Lu's eyes became moist, and when An Yiran and Lu Siying turned their eyes, he hurriedly yawned to cover up his current emotions, "This man, old is old, don't accept It doesn't work, at this time, I'm sleepy."

After saying that, Mr. Lu lifted his feet and walked out, "I'll go back to rest first, so don't stay up too late, both of you."

Looking at the slightly bent back of the old man, Lu Siying couldn't help frowning.

He intuitively thought that his father's behavior tonight was very wrong, as if he was hiding something important.

Although An Yiran was also skeptical about Mr. Lu's claim that he went to rest when he was sleepy just now, she has never been a person who likes to take the initiative to find out the mystery. inscription.

"Uncle Lu, it's really getting late. Hurry up and write an inscription for me. I want to go to rest after finishing writing."

"Fine!"

Lu Siying was pulled to the desk by An Yiran, nodded and said.

An Yiran spread the painting on the table, and even took the initiative to polish it for Lu Siwei.

"Xiao Nizi, why did you fall in love with this painting?"

"Because this painting is very imposing, I really hope that no matter what I encounter in the future, I can be strong and hold on." An Yiran replied half-truthfully, and then put the brush into Lu Siwei's hand, "Uncle Lu , write it quickly!"

After this wave of contact, An Yiran absorbed a lot of Zijin Qi, she smiled like a little fox.

Lu Siying helplessly picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, "What do you want me to write?"

"Hmm..." An Yiran thought about it seriously, "How about this, you just write that Master An is the number one in the world, and his longevity is equal to heaven! By the way, don't forget to sign at the end!"

Lu Siwei: "..."

He regrets it now and wants to choose to refuse, is that okay?