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In the hall, the man in white was fidgeting.

The man in green who came with him comforted him with a smile, and said: "It's okay, Yajun, the national teacher has extraordinary magic power, and he will definitely be able to solve your family's affairs."

The man in white is surnamed Zhang, named Yajun, and the man in green is Lin Weihe, the son of the Minister of Rites at that time. They are the same age and have a close relationship.After hearing about the strange incident in his best friend's home, Lin Weihe repeatedly promised to find an expert to help him, so that he would not have to worry.

But how could Zhang Yajun not be worried, thinking about the family affairs, he sighed again.

Father has always been in good health, but since he saw his younger brother Youjun crouching by the pool in a weird posture half a month ago, wriggling his inconvenient body like a caterpillar, stubbornly biting the pen holder and dipping into the pool, he has been feeling tired. He fell to the ground and was bedridden.

The father, who used to be seldom, became silent all day long, staring at the white wall with a pair of empty eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, with a sad expression, but he was helpless.

After all, by the pool, he looked like a worm wriggling around, his blood-red eyes staring at the pool water, and the two rows of teeth biting the pen, dipping the pen into the water again and again, it was his own brother.

The younger brother was bewitched, he didn't eat or drink tea, he just stayed by the pool all day, washing his brushes day after day, all the maids at home were so frightened that their knees went limp after seeing that scene.

For a while, all the servants said that the young master was possessed by an evil spirit. After all, only an evil spirit possessed him would show such a strange look.

Those who know say that old man Zhang's retribution has finally come, but the retribution is on the youngest son, and it makes people feel wronged for the youngest son of the Zhang family, because who doesn't know that old man Zhang hates his youngest son the most!

On the contrary, Zhang Yajun has been loved and loved since she was a child, and she has learned the true biography of old man Zhang. Before reaching the top, she is already famous all over the world as an imperial painter.

Old man Zhang was always harsh on Yaozi, and even threw his painting out of the room in front of him, yelling that his painting would never be on the stage.

Zhang Youjun became more and more autistic, and ran away from home several times, but he was always arrested by the old man Zhang, locked in the woodshed without food, and was so hungry that he could no longer run away, and then threw the pen and paper to him. In this way, Yao Zi was tortured repeatedly.

Over time, not only Zhang Youjun himself, but even outsiders suspected that the youngest son of the old painter Zhang Jian was not his own flesh and blood, so Zhang Jian regarded him as an enemy and tortured him repeatedly.

Outside the hall, the national teacher strode across the threshold, handsome and elegant, and the tree was in the wind. On the other hand, the man who followed him had a sallow and expressionless face. The national teacher was sitting in the main seat. Hearing Lin Weihe's words, a pair of His eyes looked at Zhang Yajun.

Zhang Yajun has been sitting on pins and needles for the past half month, wishing for someone to give some advice on this bizarre thing.

He couldn't take it anymore, seeing his brother in such a ghostly manner.

"I heard that the national master's mana is so powerful that he can easily solve any difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and this has to start from the life experience of my brother Yu."

Even if it is a family ugliness, in this situation, I have to make it clear.

"My father, Zhang Jian, has always kept himself clean and cared for himself, and believed that only by not doing evil things on weekdays would his paintings show his spirit. However, he became famous early in his youth, and some people who resented him thought that he must be pretending to be noble and lustful. Also, who can sit still, get him drunk and find a brothel to accompany him—”

Zhang Yajun blushed, his family ugliness was so embarrassing, now he not only publicized it, but said it in front of his close friends, it was even more painful.

The national teacher propped his head up, barely yawning.Such a boring thing can be said so painfully, isn't it just to find a woman for fun.

Why did he find him for such a shitty thing?His teeth were itchy, but for the sake of the position of the national teacher, he had to sell the face of the son of the minister, so he reluctantly agreed to meet him.

Seeing no reaction from the surroundings, only his best friend patted him on the shoulder, as if to encourage him to continue, Zhang Yajun continued tremblingly: "After two or three months, that prostitute suddenly came to my father and said that she had She was pregnant, and my father knew she was lying. After all, she made a big show and not only took him as a guest, but also only had sex once after drinking. She gave away a lot of silver, and when the child is born, it will return to my Zhang family, and it will be named Zhang Youjun."

"So what? Do you want me to curse Zhang Youjun to death?" Hearing everything, I don't know what his point is, so the national teacher simply asked sharply.

Hearing this, Zhang Yajun was extremely astonished, and immediately turned pale and shook his head repeatedly.

Rose turned her head to the side, and gave him a - what most people call "white eyes".

Never before had anyone dared to treat him like this, and the national teacher stared back angrily.What did he say wrong?Zhang Yajun talked about it, didn't he just think his younger brother was annoying?

Zhang Yajun quickly clarified, "No, Youjun and I have been brothers since we were young, how can we bear to hurt him?"

Not to mention the absurdity of this curse killing, even if it was really possible, he would not want to curse his younger brother to death.

Tsk, I guessed wrong!

I thought Zhang Yajun was looking for him to kill people, but it turned out not to be, since he didn't kill people, why did he ask him?

He was originally bred to kill Rose, so [-]% of the curses in his body are used to kill people, and [-]% are used to protect himself. Even the emperor's abdominal pain was caused by the curse poison he released. Then pretend to be a ghost and take it back.

After recovering from his illness, the old emperor really thought that he was a god descending to earth. He even deceived him today. Is there anyone else in the world who is his opponent?

Suddenly he remembered that there were, and the person who made him feel deflated was still by his side.

He looked up at the greatest natural enemy in his life, but Rose ignored him and looked at Zhang Yajun with a gentle face.

"It must be something that happened to your brother that made you so distressed?"

Zhang Yajun cast a thankful glance.The cursing and killing words of the national teacher just now scared him into a cold sweat. Fortunately, the man next to the national teacher spoke up. Although he looked unwell and looked like a sick child, but the question hit the point, and inexplicably gave people a sense of peace of mind a feeling of.

He nodded and said, "Exactly, maybe because of my brother's background, Dad is extremely strict with him."

Zhang Yajun's chest rose and fell rapidly, thinking of how his brother was treated, he couldn't help but shed tears of sympathy. "No, it's not just harsh, but tortured in every way. As long as my father looks at my brother's paintings, it's like being obsessed, tearing up and discarding them again and again, or stepping on the soles of my feet, saying that his paintings are unsightly. People must be redrawn. My younger brother has lived in this kind of torture since he was a child, and he is physically and mentally exhausted. Several times I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I helped him run away from home, but when my father found him again, the methods were even more drastic. I suffered a lot physically and mentally, and finally—”

He took a deep breath before he could finish the tragedy. "In the end, I don't know whether it was an accident or intentional death, he bumped into a speeding carriage, and the result—"

He whimpered, obviously very heartbroken, "The wheel ruined my brother's hand, from then on, he couldn't draw anymore, but my brother woke up and smiled happily, telling me that he is finally free, he hates painting so much, It is the happiest thing for him not to be able to write again in this life.”

"How did your father react?"

Unexpectedly, Rose would ask such a question, Zhang Yajun was stunned for a moment, and then replied in a deep voice, "Father was depressed for a while, I don't know if he regretted his actions and forced his younger brother to seek death for relief, or saw his miserable situation, and eliminated him. The resentment towards my younger brother’s birth mother in my heart, after I regain my strength, I am more friendly to my younger brother than usual, and no longer force him to learn painting, in fact, my younger brother really can’t paint anymore.”

Rose said softly: "But your father's attitude has changed for the better, but your brother is starting to be unusual?"

Zhang Yajun looked at him with admiration.This person can actually explain the key points of the problem in one sentence.

He nodded again and again, as expected of the person next to the national teacher.

"That's right, my younger brother is like being possessed by an evil spirit. Obviously his hands are useless, and he has to be served by a maidservant even to eat, but one day when his body recovered, he suddenly went crazy in the room. He..."

Thinking of the horrors he saw at that time, he couldn't help but tremble all over, "He shook his body and kept hitting the table with his crippled hands. I had to find several strong servants to hold him down. If you don’t force him to use soothing decoction, there’s no way to prevent him from hurting himself.”

Speaking of this, Zhang Yajun burst into tears.It should be the moment of relief, but the day after his brother was injured, he also said that this was the happiest time in his life, why did he go crazy for no reason?

"My younger brother now stays by the pool every day and night, biting the paintbrush in his mouth, constantly dipping in water, and then scribbling on the mud floor. If someone comes close, he will wipe it off immediately, as if he is afraid that someone will take it away. The first time I went to him, as soon as he found out, he rubbed his face on the mud to erase those paintings, and even started to eat the dirt, that crazy look..."

He took a deep breath, "His hair is disheveled, his eyes are red, and he often makes strange noises. No matter how many times we knock him unconscious, we will definitely see him appearing next day by the pool of water and ink at home. He is not like a human or a ghost." It doesn’t look like a ghost, that’s why I want to ask the national teacher to exorcise my younger brother, his life has finally come to an end, how could it be ruined by an evil ghost!”

He can kill, and he can do it!

Exorcism, he just can't.

The national teacher hummed perfunctorily, but he could deceive others, how could he deceive Rose.

Rose turned to him and asked, "Master Zhang said that, do you understand?"

Don't understand so clearly?

Rose really thought he was a three-year-old child.The national teacher curled his lips angrily, and then remembered that Rose said that he was born for three years, so he didn't have much experience. These words were very harsh, and he didn't want to show weakness.

snort!He doesn’t know how to exorcise evil spirits, but he can cast a curse on Zhang Youjun, making him lie on the bed immobile, and then say that the evil spirit has been exorcised, but his soul has been taken away, so he can only lie on the bed from now on. In this way, the matter is successfully concluded.

Thinking about it, he answered Rose's question: "It's not that his father suspected that it was not his seed, so he raped Zhang Youjun in every possible way. Zhang Youjun couldn't bear the bullying, failed to commit suicide, and finally went crazy."

Rose smiled wryly, "You really think so?"

"What else?" Seeing that there was something in his words, he asked instinctively.

Rose didn't answer, but turned to Zhang Yajun and said: "Although Lingdi's situation is miserable, it has nothing to do with ghosts and gods. Everything is caused by your father's actions. The person who is possessed by a ghost is not Lingdi, but your father."

As soon as Zhang Yajun said this, Zhang Yajun's face turned red, "My son never complained about my father's faults. Although my father is strict, his motivation is for our own good. When I was young, I was indeed dissatisfied with my father's discipline until I could Only when I was on my own, did I know my father's good intentions, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be able to become the imperial painter."

"Are you proud of your talent?"

Rose's voice was faintly sad, and her eyes were full of pity when she looked at Zhang Yajun. Zhang Yajun clenched his fists. He was really proud of his talent.

He did not live up to his father's expectations, he is a peerless talent thousands of times better than his younger brother.

"I dare not say that I am the best painter in the world, but looking at the younger generation, my talent is obvious to all, and I was even affirmed by the Holy Majesty to become an imperial painter."

He is the youngest imperial painter in the dynasty, so many royal family and nobles asked him for paintings, even the emperor was full of praise when he saw his paintings. When the emperor sent someone to reward the holy wine, he saw the proud and gratified eyes of his father ——

Huh?

When and where had he seen the look of pity and sympathy from the man next to the national teacher?

Did Dad really look at him with proud and gratified eyes at that time?Or, are you looking elsewhere?

Yes, Dad didn't look at him at that time, what was he looking at?

The emperor bestowed holy wine, and the father-in-law passed on the decree gift in a hurry. He was overjoyed at his home and invited all the powerful and powerful sons in the capital to his house to celebrate.

He drank the fine wine bestowed by the emperor, coupled with the flattering words from others, which made him elated for a while, humbly condescending to those people's words of praise.

They praised him that he is better than blue, that the son of a contemporary painter is indeed passed down in the same line, and it is even rarer that he is not arrogant and complacent. They praised him loudly, with smiles on their faces, and congratulated his father with wine glasses in their hands. At that time, his father said What?

He said: "The talent of Dousha is so unsightly that it makes people laugh."

Others quipped, "My boy is humble, I never thought that even I was so humble, the character of the two generations is like a Clivia flower among flowers - noble and fragrant."

Everyone present laughed together, even he laughed, but Dad didn't. He frowned and looked at what he had been looking at.

It was a small piece of paper. At that time, my younger brother Youjun had been locked in the woodshed for three days. He was only given water but no food. My father threw a pen and paper through the crack of the door, and my younger brother cried desperately and weakly inside. .

His famous paintings are arched high, painted with gold lacquer on the side, and hung in the main hall of the house, but my father's eyes just passed by, as if he didn't notice, as if his paintings couldn't catch the eye.

Then Dad looked down at the little piece of paper again, what was on it?It can make Dad concentrate on watching and attract all his attention.

Then the family brought a small piece of paper, handed it up respectfully, and whispered: "This is what the young master just drew."

Before he finished speaking, his father snatched it away, as if he had been hungry and thirsty for several days and nights, the paper was the best food, the fragrance was overflowing, and it made people's index fingers move, and the paintings he hung on the wall were not Coarse charcoal and sediment worth a penny are given to beggars to eat, and they will be spit out in one gulp.

Zhang Yajun's lips trembled, but he couldn't speak. He covered his chest and asked himself, what is the truth?

Who is the person possessed by demons and demons?

It seems that since he became sensible, his father never saw his paintings again, but he forced his younger brother to draw every day and night. Once the younger brother finished the painting, his father stared at it, and then tore it up with gritted teeth, saying his It is a shame for the painter if the painting cannot be put on the stage.

The younger brother keeps drawing, and the father keeps tearing it up. No one has seen the younger brother's paintings, even I haven't seen them since I was ten years old. I only know that my younger brother's paintings are clumsy and unrefined.

And who said that?

It was my father who said it!

Zhang Yajun took a few steps back, his body was shaking, his chest was heavy, as if he had fallen into the deepest water, and he wanted to jump up, but found that his hands and feet could not be controlled, and he was tied to the bottom of the water, waiting to suffocate.

This man understands, he understands what's going on.He stretched out his hand, even though the distance was so far away, he still stretched out his hand, wanting someone to pull him up from the bottom of the water, so that he would not be drowned by the cruel facts.

"Do you want to save your brother?"

The sallow-faced man asked a question he would have answered yes to, but at the moment, he couldn't.

That annoying little devil was crying at every turn, pulling on his sleeves and crying constantly. When he was an adult, he still had a weak personality. Several times he cried and begged himself to help him run away from home. It's time to draw.

In addition to sympathizing with him, he can't help but have a bit of contempt for him. There is a descendant who hates painting in a family of painters.

"Lingdi is not crazy, he is only able to awaken. He lost his hand, but he still has a mouth, and he still has a heart when his painting is eaten away by evil spirits. If he paints on the mud floor, he will never be snatched away by evil spirits again. , he is actually a talented painter, do you really want to save him?"

Zhang Yajun's face turned pale.He is the youngest royal painter in the dynasty, full of talent and famous all over the world. If his younger brother's paintings are in the world, is there a place for him in this world?

It's better... Anyway, his hand has already been useless.

"Yajun, what's wrong with you? Your face is so pale, and your whole body is still shaking."

An anxious voice stopped the dirty and terrifying thoughts in his mind - he never knew that he could be so sinister and vicious.

He was startled.As expected, he is the child of the evil spirits, yet he is so easily shaken, and wants to do something that angers both humans and gods.

How can his character be as noble as others say?How can he be worthy of the title of the world's number one painter?

Lin Weihe looked at him worriedly, his eyes full of sincerity.

Tears filled Zhang Yajun's eyes instantly, "I... If I am no longer the number one painter in the world, you will still..." Do you regard me as a treasure?

With worried eyes gone, Lin Weihe rubbed the top of his head and said, "Are you crazy? I, I never cared about your paintings. My father knows those, but I, I..."

He shyly told the truth, while blushing with shame, "Although I forced myself to read a few books about painting for you, but my talent is dull, it's you..." He lowered his voice embarrassingly, "Yes You don't despise me."

Zhang Yajun covered his face, but tears still flowed from between his fingers, Lin Weihe was so anxious that he circled around him.Yes, where there are those who worry about him, that is where he is.

Even if his own ability is inferior, so what if his younger brother Youjun is the real number one painter in the world?

As long as there is hope and peace, the sky above his head will always be blue and clear for him. How could he almost be possessed and think evil just now?

He stood up and wiped away his tears.That younger brother who was tearing at his sleeve and crying constantly since he was a child, now only he can save him, how could he just stand by and even push him to death.

If he does, the ghost is not Daddy, but—

yourself!

"I beg the national teacher to help me."

He knelt down resolutely, and Lin Weihe was taken aback.

The face of the monster sitting on the main seat was blue and white, and then turned to a shameful and angry crimson.

It was because the person who knelt down to ask for help and called out the national teacher was not himself, but Rose who stood aside.

"You kneel to the wrong person, the national teacher is this one!"

Lin Weihe was so frightened that his breath became short of breath, and he hurriedly corrected him, because the national teacher had a ferocious face of wanting to tear Zhang Yajun into pieces.

Zhang Yajun said stubbornly: "No, I don't believe it, this is the national teacher who is rumored to be like a god and has supernatural powers."

He raised his head to look at the monster, and whispered: "This man is so handsome and majestic, but he has no head. I am afraid that the national teacher is fascinated by his appearance and offered the position of national teacher for nothing."

The monster was so angry that it was about to stand up and kill this nonsense human with a palm.

Yue Ji Card let out a laugh, put one hand on his shoulder, and whispered something. "sit down!"

The spell was as effective as usual, the monster's butt was stuck to the chair, unable to move, and its eyes were so bloodshot with anger that they were about to fall out of their sockets.

As if amused by this situation, Rose's brows and eyes were curved, and her smile was like a spring breeze blowing over Lihua.

Looking at this scene, Warcraft felt as if he was bathed in the sun. It was warmed by the sun, his muscles and bones were stretched, and his pores were also opened. He was so comfortable that he wished he could raise his head up and let the sun shine through.

"You go home and rescue your younger brother, so he can help you recuperate." Rose's compassionate eyes showed a slight gleam just now, "You made a very good choice."

"Thank you benefactor for your great kindness, I will go back and rescue my brother immediately."

Zhang Yajun hurriedly got up and went out of the living room, Lin Weihe followed behind him puzzled, and the monster was also puzzled. "What's going on? Why is his father possessed by an evil spirit, not his brother?"

Rose's hands on his shoulders were withdrawn, and he was able to move freely again, but once the heat on his shoulders disappeared, it always made people feel that something was missing.

"You don't claim to know everything in the world, so why can't you guess?"

He gritted his teeth in anger at Rose's words, and couldn't bear to ask for advice, so he stood up resentfully.If you don't ask Rose, is it possible that he won't get the answer?If you follow Zhang Yajun, you will know.

He walked out quickly, his back like an angry child.

Rose smiled.This monster is just like a child, it can't speak or be excited, and when it loses its temper, it looks like a recalcitrant child.

A smile appeared on his lips, and a strong and unbearable heartache swept over him. He couldn't support himself, so he lay down on the side of the chair, kneeling on the ground with his legs.

He was used to this kind of pain and the feeling that death was approaching. He raised his eyes and looked into the sky, his eyes full of blankness.

In the past, he waited for death in the hut with a calm heart, but it is better to say that he is a walking corpse. When no one in this world misses him and celebrates his still alive, this monster does everything possible to force it out. Him, find him, revenge him.

Rose couldn't help but laugh, he sacrificed his life for the important person in his heart, and held his breath, but that person hoped that he would return to the west as soon as possible.

He sealed the newly born monster, but the monster did not hesitate to kill all the people in the world to force him out.

Is this a kind of irony, or is his rose fate eccentric?That is to say, the monster's face was puffed up with anger just now, and his eyes were red, which is a bit-cute.

The heartache was still going on, and Rose couldn't hold on anymore, she just rolled to the ground, and then let out bursts of empty laughter.

He used to be a naughty, self-willed, ignorant child, but from that day on, everything changed. He stood up for her.

Ten years later, dragging this body full of curse poison, he went to see her. His heart was not tortured to death by the curse king, nor was he torn apart by bloodthirsty monsters, but the moment she recognized him, he was Her frightened eyes were pierced, and he was surprised to find that his heart still hurts.

Rose closed her eyes gently, and couldn't help asking herself for the umpteenth time.

Why didn't my own death come yet?

He's tired of living like this!