Interested in painting

Although he knew that the straw rope in his hand was the book, how to interpret it was still a problem. Qin Youyi took Su Ran back to the painting building, arranged for a few children to come out from the left and right sides to accompany Su Ran, and then he lived in a snail's nest. In the lobby, the window to the outside world was closed, and they began to study how to interpret this book.

"Well, since this book has been handed down from ancient times, wouldn't it be better to ask the Lord of the Underworld to have a look?" You Yiyi saw a group of people silently surrounded by such a straw rope, and couldn't help saying: "The Lord of the Underworld The Six Realms have existed since the beginning, and they manage the balance of souls between the human world and the ghost world in the underworld, something from ancient times, he should understand."

Qin Youyi didn't raise his head, and said coolly, "He's busy."

"Then why don't you call Mr. Shen?" The second and third on the right suggested in a low voice.

"I asked, but Mr. is not here." This is what Qin intentionally felt depressed about. Although seniors like Mr. can follow the free will to escape from the existence of the painting, but...it is agreed that they will not leave again, Mr. You have not Tell me you're out!

unhappy.Qin intentionally raised his head, looked at the person who wanted to propose again, and said, "I don't know many people in the painting building except for Mr. Don't you have any ideas on your own, so you insist on inviting others?"

Everyone stopped talking, and at the critical moment, he still had to rely on the calm Zuo Yiyi. He glanced at the right Yiyi who was giving him winks, sighed in his heart, and asked, "Why don't you ask Lin Ming, he Since he presides over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the god of the river, he may get some relevant information from the classics of the temple of the river."

"Although I still ask other people..." Qin Youyi stood up, put the straw rope in his palm, and scolded: "You guys have lived for so many years, and you are countless years older than me who seems to be thousands of years old. Why? The more I live, the more I go back. I don’t know anything. Recently, I have to go to Zangshuge to read books, increase my knowledge, and recall old news. I’ve been here for so many years. When I need you, you will tell me to find someone else. You were like this when Gu Zheng was around?"

Of course I dare not.Zhong Hua thought to himself: We are just a painting, you can't ask too much of us, it's good to remember something, and there is a master in your body, you don't pay attention to the master, just play with us Yes, we are also wronged, and the Great God is also wronged.

Watching Qin leave intentionally, it seemed as if a word from Gu Zheng, Gu Louzhu, sounded in his ears.

"When I'm not around, let him recite the people in the painting as much as possible."

Sorry for the host, your son is stubborn, and we are helpless.The paintings silently returned to the wall, notifying the great god in the body, euphemistically expressing that Qin Youyi wants to solve this matter by himself, and that they will definitely remind Qin Youyi that they still exist here.

The time flow rate of the painting building is [-] times a day compared with the outside, but the mirror world is completely [-]:[-]. It was more than half a day when Qin Yiyi went back, since he and Lin Ming are very familiar and the relationship seems to be still good. Looking good, Sister Chen took a laissez-faire attitude and watched Qin intentionally break into Lin Ming's office violently, and then went in.

"Eh?" Qin deliberately walked forward, and he could see Lin Ming's pale face across the desk, "Mr. Lin, what's the matter with you? It's been a while since I last saw you, you look a little silly like this."

"The position of the river god will not be vacant. The Yellow River is going to give birth to a new river god, but the aura of the world is withered. I..."

"Needless to say, I understand." Qin sat down intentionally, and teased, "It's just to donate blood, but you have to do what you can. You always make me feel that you... um, kidney deficiency."

Lin Ming twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Kidney deficiency doesn't seem to have much to do with paleness."

"That's right." Qin shook his shoulders deliberately, and said with a confident look: "So I said it's my feeling, you're fine, look in the mirror, you're a very healthy white, and you have the temperament of a Confucian scholar, But now oh, it's totally like a vampire, very pale, um... feels like..."

"Okay, let's not mention this, what's the important thing for you to come to me?" Lin Ming felt that if he didn't interrupt, he might have to hear the word "kidney deficiency" several times again.

It was only then that Qin Youyi remembered his purpose. Because he rarely saw Lin Ming's jokes, he forgot about it. He took out the straw rope from his pocket, put it in front of Lin Ming, and said, "It's not because of the previous events and Does the mirror world have anything to do with it? I took the time to go to the mirror world, and went to the place where the people in the mirror went by the wrong way. In the end, I found that their clan was all wiped out. It was a group of people in black cloaks. Find a book."

"My son is smart and smart. I thought this is the book they were looking for, but..." Qin Youyi frowned, looking distressed, and said, "There is no one in this family who is reliable, and I don't know What is the meaning of this book, where does it come from, and how to interpret it, so I came to you."

Lin Ming looked at the straw rope on the table with a serious expression, and he didn’t put on his smile all the time. He got up and walked to the bookshelf, drew on it with his fingers, and finally stopped on a booklet. The cover was ancient. Books, but at a glance he knew it was a transcribed copy, so Lin Ming took that copy and returned to his seat.

"Look at this." Lin Ming pushed the book to Qin Youyi.

Qin intentionally turned to the first page. The painting on it was a stone, nothing unusual, but read the notes.

Five-color stone, the material of creation.

There were only a few words, but it was something incredible. Qin intentionally turned to the next page, and after reading it, he turned it again, and then turned it again, and finally saw the same thing as the straw rope.

Knot the rope, turn the virtual into the real, and turn the real into the virtual.

"Turn the imaginary into the real, and the real into the illusory..." Qin had a thought, but he didn't quite understand the meaning. He tried to translate it, and said: "Turn the concept into an objective existence, and turn the objective existence into a concept. This is the beginning of language and writing, but... what is the use of it?"

Language is an abstract concept, and words are its objective existence. Such a transformation has been evolved by human beings over many years. So what is the use of knotting with such connotation to those people?Aren't those people aiming to conquer the Six Realms?

Lin Ming saw that Qin Youyi's brows were frowning more and more tightly, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "You might as well put this thing away first, they can't do anything with it in your hands."

"Huh." Qin Youyi calmed down a little, grabbed the straw rope in the palm of his hand, squeezed it hard, and then spread his hands. The grass rope was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "It's better to put it in a place that others don't know. Be on the safe side, by the way, Mr. Lin, you have a lot of things here, if I didn't trust you, I would have thought you were here to lie to me."

Lin Ming said without changing his face: "These are all the words in the River God Temple. I was afraid of destroying those ancient books, so I copied a copy and put it here for myself."

"Oh." Qin deliberately looked at Lin Ming, suddenly smiled, and said, "Mr. Lin's handwriting is really beautiful, but they are all modern people. Why doesn't Mr. Lin use a ballpoint pen?"

Lin Ming smiled and said, "It's just personal arty."

old fox.Qin said intentionally.