After joining Hades

"What about them?" Wen Bai asked Xiao Lian Deng.

Xiao Lian Deng also had question marks all over her head: "I don't know, it will disappear all of a sudden."

"Bai Bai." Xiao Lian Deng called Wen Bai.

Wen Bai: "Huh?"

Xiao Liandeng pointed to the note: "What is written on it?"

Wen Bai read it word by word.

Halfway through the recitation, there was a sudden pause.

He looked at the note, then at the little lotus lantern, and finally raised his eyes and looked around.

"Lu Zheng said that this drawing paper is alive, that's why the shepherd boy and scalper in it developed their own consciousness."

"Is the drawing paper alive?" Xiao Lian Deng didn't quite understand, "Is it like me?"

Wen Bai felt that this explanation should be the best for it to understand, so he nodded: "Almost."

Wen Bai reached out and patted the ground: "Can you feel it?"

After all, they are both made of "paper", Wen Bai thought to himself.

The little lotus lamp flew down and stuck it on the spot that Wen Bai had just touched, and felt it carefully until the petals turned red, but she didn't feel anything, and was finally discouraged: "I can't feel it." .”

Wen Bai hugged it back into his arms with a smile, rubbed the sour petals for it, and asked it absent-mindedly, "Tell me, what did that little shepherd boy mean at the end?"

Little Lotus Lantern: "Which sentence?"

"I don't like them!"

Wen Bai: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, Wen Bai was stunned for a long time, then he and Xiao Lian Deng raised their heads together.

Because the phrase "I don't like them" was not said by him, nor by Xiaoliandeng, but by a completely unfamiliar voice.

The little lotus lamp has risen from Wen Bai's palm, looking around vigilantly.

Hua Ling snorted, and finally appeared slowly.

Wen Bai couldn't quite tell what it was, it looked like a fog, or a cloud that wasn't very condensed.

"Are you also here to grab the painting?" Hua Ling broke the silence.

It may be because this is the world it created, so Hualing's voice is very thick, and the three-dimensional surround sound is so warm that it hurts the ears.

I don't know if this painting spirit is intentional.

Wen Bai slowed down a little: "Also?"

So it regards itself as a person who steals paintings?

Hua Ling took it as Wen Bai's acquiescence, annoyed: "You really came to grab the painting!"

He shouldn't have listened to the old scalper, it also said that this beautiful human race is a good person, different from those people before.

Xiao Liandeng felt that the sky was falling, this thing dared to be fierce for nothing.

A flying body blocked Wen Bai's body, his whole body stretched like an arrow drawn from a bow.

Wen Bai was afraid that Hualing would hurt Xiaoliandeng, so he hurriedly said, "I'm not here to grab the painting."

Hua Ling could feel the aura on Xiao Lian Deng's body, and he didn't want to fight against it, but he still refused to let go: "Then what are you here for?"

Wen Bai had no choice but to move out of Yin Division first: "Because someone said that there is something wrong with the painting, Dongyue Yin Division asked me to take a look."

Hua Ling was startled: "Are you from the Yin Division?"

Before Wen Bai could nod his head, Xiao Lian Deng had already said, "It's from Lu Zheng!"

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai didn't know what it was thinking, probably because in its cognition, Lu Zheng's name was more useful than Dongyue Yinsi.

Hua Ling was silent for a while: "Since you are a member of the underworld, can you let me meet Mr.?"

The moment it opened its mouth, Wen Bai knew who the "sir" it was talking about was.

"Mr. Polu?"

Hua Ling hurriedly said "hmm".

Wen Bai couldn't bear to speak, so he had to say euphemistically: "Many years have passed."

Hua Ling didn't speak for a long time.

When he spoke again, his tone was significantly lower: "I know."

It slowly fell to the ground, looking a little smaller.

"I just want to see my husband. I haven't seen him since those people stole me away."

Wen Bai: "Steal it?"

Hua Ling: "Yes."

"Those people said that they didn't like Mr.'s paintings, that Mr.'s paintings were not good, but they stole me away while Mr. was asleep."

Wen Bai frowned: "Didn't the painting disappear after Mr. Polu passed away?"

Hua Ling immediately retorted: "Of course not, Mr. likes me the most. If so, he will definitely bring me to be buried with him."

That tone, as if they were not taken into the coffin together, is a great pity for it.

Wen Bai began to doubt the authenticity of the records.

"The most hateful thing is that he is still painting on me!" Hua Ling bared his teeth.

Wen Bai tried to understand the meaning of Hua Ling's words: "You mean, there are some places in this picture of the morning glory that were not written by Mr. Po Lu himself?"

Hualing let out a muffled "hmm".

Wen Bai: "..."

"Is there something wrong?" Wen Bai now not only doubts the authenticity of the literary and historical records, but even begins to doubt the authenticity of the painting itself.

Because in today's "Children Leading the Cow", except for the shepherd boy, the cattle and a few strokes of the background of the distant mountains and the trails on the ridges of the fields, there is a large area of ​​blank space, and there is nothing else.

The background of not heavy ink is Zhu Fu's consistent painting style, not to mention the shepherd boy and the scalper. Just looking at the title of this painting, you can know that the painting skill is high, and it is not something that others can imitate at will.

"That's because I swallowed everything else!" Hua Ling said angrily.

Wen Bai: "... swallowed?"

"They thought that when the husband painted the painting, he didn't sign it, so the first time the man stole the painting, he wanted to put his own money on it, so that he could take the painting as his own."

Because he was so surprised, Wen Bai choked out of nowhere: "Mr. Polu paid for this painting?"

Throughout the ages, scholars have made thousands of studies on this "Children and Morning Glory", but no one has ever said that this painting is signed.

At that time, it was the time when the culture of seals was flourishing. Letters and paintings were exchanged among literati, and stamps were stamped from time to time, which was no different from the current "punching cards".

But Zhu Fu almost never signs his paintings. He neither communicates his paintings with others, nor makes them famous. He just makes one when he is interested, purely for his own entertainment.

If it wasn't for his unique style, which won the favor of a high-ranking official in later generations, and kept all his paintings in his collection, they might not have survived in the world.

Hua Ling nodded: "It's dropped, but it's hidden money."

"Baibai, what is a hidden money?" Xiao Liandeng listened with two big heads.

Wen Bai replied: "Sometimes when the ancients painted or wrote, they didn't want to let the inscription destroy the artistic conception, but also wanted to leave a mark, so they would hide their name or some characters that could represent their identity in the painting."

"For example, when he painted a landscape painting, he chose a color similar to the mountains and forests, and used this color to write his name in the painted mountain scenery, so that it would be difficult to see."

After finishing speaking, Wen Bai looked at Hua Ling: "Where is Mr.'s hidden money?"

Hua Ling answered very simply: "On the coir raincoat."

"Mr. was so careful, but they used a bowl-sized seal to cover my Tianling."

"Some people think that Mr.'s background painting is not good, so they drew a mountain on top of my head, and wrote some nondescript words on the side."

"Living and dying together, crying together, I don't know what I'm talking about.

No one can stand someone stamping their heavenly spirit, and it's still a bowl-sized stamp.

There is still a huge word "death" written on it.

Xiao Lian Deng stepped forward and patted it lightly: "You have been ruined."

"Well," Hua Ling gritted his teeth, "I was ruined."

Wen Bai: "..."

Where did you learn the words.

Wen Bai: "So after you gave birth to consciousness, you erased all those traces?"

Hua Ling: "Those things shouldn't exist."

"However, I didn't let them get a bargain. Later, if I wanted to steal the paintings, I would lock them in for ten days and a half months before releasing them, or I would swallow the paintings and hide them, so that people would Can't see what's up there."

"Later, the spiritual energy in the world gradually weakened, and no one offered incense to me, so I fell asleep."

"When I woke up again," Hua Ling's tone sank, "I saw a strange old man who locked me in this dark basement, and often brought some strangers in for me to pick up guests."

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai coughed dryly, and reminded in a low voice: "That's not called picking up guests, that's not how the term is used."

"If this is not called picking up guests, what is it called? That's what it says in the little picture books in the world."

"Detain me, force me to meet strangers, touch me, and say 'beautiful' obscene words! It's ridiculous!"

Wen Bai: "..."

Xiao Lian Deng raised her head and looked at Wen Bai: "Bai Bai, what is a small picture book? There are still..."

Wen Bai didn't finish listening, and covered its small petals.

"Children can't listen to this."