After joining Hades

It took Wen Bai half an hour to explain to Hualing what a painting exhibition is. He was detained here because ancient paintings have high requirements on the environment and temperature. The high price was taken from others.

Wen Bai was also thankful, fortunately, the painting spirit had just woken up, and the spirit energy was insufficient, so he could only hide the things in the painting instead of arresting people in.

Otherwise, according to this person's temper, not to mention Zheng Bochang, the whole Zheng family might go to the painting and shut up for ten days and a half months.

Hua Ling didn't know that it had slept for such a long time, the world had already changed in a thousand years.

And Mr.'s paintings have been understood and recognized by the world, and also won the pursuit and praise of many people.

Hua Ling didn't say much, but Wen Bai knew it was happy.

After making an agreement with it for three chapters, Hua Ling released Wen Bai.

When he opened his eyes again, Wen Bai had already returned to the basement.

The sudden change of sight and the sudden dimming of the light made Wen Bai a little dizzy, and he staggered accidentally.

Just when he thought he was about to come into close contact with the ground, a force from his waist lifted him up.

Lu Zheng's voice immediately rang in his ears: "How old are you, can't you stand up?"

Wen Bai breathed a sigh of relief.

But the people who breathed a sigh of relief were not only Wen Bai, but also a group of people standing in a row against the wall.

Li Zhiqing and the others didn't know what this moving "painting" said to Lu Zheng, they only knew that Lu Zuzong, who wanted to touch it, suddenly took fire with his fingertips.

Although the soldiers were collected and the money was paid, anyone with eyes could tell that this master was still on fire.

The whole group did not dare to show their air, for fear that they would be given the Tianling Gai on the spot by Master Lu for the reason of "breathing through the nose".

Until Wen Xianchang came out of the painting.

At this moment, they didn't want to think about why Xianchang Wen disappeared out of thin air and reappeared out of thin air, they only knew that they had recovered a life.

When Wen Bai stood still, Lu Zheng let go.

It stretched its hand over Wen Bai's shoulder, and grabbed the little lotus lamp on Wen Bai's shoulder.

"You don't know anything, but you dare to break into it," Lu Zheng's tone sank, "Who gave you the courage?"

Xiao Lian Deng hadn't been attacked by Lu Zheng for a long time, after humming twice, she looked at Wen Bai.

Lu Zheng rolled his eyelids.

With a very light glance, Lu Zheng didn't speak, but Wen Bai read the meaning of "threat" from that glance.

It's like saying, try again if you get used to it.

Wen Bai gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

Lu Zheng's training was actually correct this time.

It is true that Xiao Deng is a bit bolder.

The reason why it was safe and sound this time is also because there is nothing tricky in it this time.

If there were really some evil spirits, they would not have retreated so easily.

Xiao Lian Deng also knew that she had caused trouble this time, so she lay on Lu Zheng's hand, obediently admitting her mistake, and the color of the wick's flame dimmed a lot.

Seeing its obedient appearance, Lu Zheng said in a low voice, "This set is useless to me."

After speaking, he took a look at Wen Bai.

Wen Bai: "..."

So this look, does it mean that this set is only useful to him?

... Well, you're right, it works for him.

Lu Zheng continued: "Go back and reflect, and come out after reflecting."

For some reason, Wen Bai always felt that Lu Zheng's "reflection" was not just for Xiao Lian Deng.

The little lotus lamp wilted into a ball, turned into a black mist, and returned to the jade gourd.

Wen Bai thought that after training Xiao Lian Deng, he should be the next one, so he lowered his head and got ready for the training.

But who knows, Lu Zheng just glanced at him lightly: "Have you negotiated with Hualing?"

Wen Bai nodded.

Lu Zheng let out a "hmm" and walked out.

Wen Bai: "?"

Lin Qiu felt that there was something strange between the two powerful seniors, but he couldn't say exactly what.

Fearing that Wen Bai and Lu Zheng would have a rift, he stepped forward and explained what happened just now.

Wen Bai finally knew the whole story of the "Tianlinggai incident".

After thanking Lin Qiu, he walked out of the basement with the scroll.

When he went up, Lu Zheng was already sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

Seeing Wen Bai bring up the painting, Zheng Bochang got up all of a sudden: "This, is this all right?"

Wen Bai thought for a while, and gave a more rigorous answer: "Soon."

Zheng Bochang: "???"

What do you mean soon?

Zheng Bochang's villa is very big, but it is difficult for Wen Bai to find a good place.

It's almost July, and the sun is inevitably a bit poisonous. Hua Ling wants to bask in the sun, but it's not good if it's too intense.

He circled around, still clueless.

Only then did Lu Zheng put down the teacup, raised his eyes, and said softly, "The second floor."

Wen Bai looked up.

The eye is a half-width glass window.

Wen Bai watched it for a short while, and was overjoyed.

It is indeed a good place.

The Zheng family didn't have a long history in Nancheng, but their ancestors were an authentic scholarly family, so when building houses, they paid attention to elegance, and there was a bamboo forest outside the courtyard.

The bamboo grove covered most of the light, and only one or two leaked out. Coupled with the cover of the windows, it was shady and warmer than the basement at the same time.

And the scenery is also very good, Hualing should like it.

Zheng Bochang naturally didn't dare to have any opinions, so Wen Bai walked directly to the stairs on the second floor.

When he stood still, Wen Bai spread the painting on the window sill with a sound of "swipe--".

Zheng Bochang saw the lost cattle and the shepherd boy at a glance, and said incoherently happily: "Sir, this cow and this shepherd boy, have you caught them?"

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai had no choice but to nod hastily, and then said: "When you have time, drive a nail, and hang the painting here in the next few days."

Zheng Bochang was a little worried: "This is an ancient painting, so it won't be damaged in the sun, right?"

Wen Bai: "No."

"Okay, okay!" Zheng Bochang responded repeatedly, and got Wen Bai's assurance, he didn't wait for any "time to be free", and immediately asked Zheng Lu to do it.

Zheng Lu on this side was bang bang on the wall, and Zheng Bochang on the other side said: "Mr. Wen, you hang this painting here, is this location good Fengshui? Hanging here, can it be restrained?"

Wen Bai: "No."

"It's a good view."

Zheng Bochang: "?"

Wen Bai: "It likes it."

Zheng Bochang: "...it?"

Wen Bai: "It's the painting behind you."

Zheng Bochang: "..."

In fact, Wen Bai didn't want to scare Zheng Bochang, and wanted to make up a reason to deceive him, but it really didn't work.

Because "wanting to bask in the sun" is only the first requirement of Hualing.

If this is unacceptable, the next one may be even more... unimaginable.

"Mr. Zheng, the picture of the childish morning unicorn is Mr. Polu's favorite painting, you know that, right?" Wen Bai thought about it.

Zheng Bochang hadn't recovered from the last shock, so he just nodded in a daze.

"Mr. Polu hung it next to the incense table at that time, and you should be very familiar with the allusion of burning incense every day." Wen Bai said again.

Zheng Bochang had a bad premonition in his heart: "You mean..."

Wen Bai could only try his best to make his tone calmer: "Well, after a while, maybe every one or two days, I will offer a stick of incense."

Hualing's original intention was to offer one wick a day, but Wen Bai was afraid that Zheng Bochang would not be able to accept it for a while, so he discussed with Hualing and told him that there must be a gradual process, so Hualing reluctantly offered one day's offering. One stick was changed to one stick for two or three days.

Zheng Bochang: "..."

Zheng Lu hit his hand with a hammer: "..."

The eavesdroppers below: "..."

Take a bath and burn incense? !

This is not buying a painting, it is simply inviting an ancestor? !

Zheng Bochang wanted to cry but had no tears: "Mr. Wen, Shangxiang, this, this, this, etc..."

"I know," Wen Bai said, "Just light this incense, it doesn't matter who goes to light it, and it doesn't matter so much."

For Hua Ling, he just wants to eat something delicious, and it really doesn't matter who orders it.

Before Wen Bai could finish speaking, Zheng Lu waved his hammer first and said, "I, I don't dare either."

"I mean, if you're really worried, get some people you trust."

For example...Wen Bai turned his head and looked at the group of people in Qingyun Temple below.

Li Zhiqing immediately stepped forward and responded: "Qing Yunguan is willing to help."

Since Wen Xianchang said so, he must have solved the problem inside.

It's just a little bit of incense, it doesn't take much trouble, and you can take advantage of this opportunity to gain the favor of Wen Xianchang, Li Zhiqing thinks this is a piece of cake from the sky.

Wen Bai nodded at him.

Li Zhiqing said that, it couldn't be better.

Although Zheng Bochang was still a little worried, since the matter had been handed over to Qing Yun Guan, it was considered a guarantee, so he thanked Li Zhiqing and nodded in response.

"That's a hard work for Li Daochang." Wen Bai said.

Li Zhiqing hurriedly said, "Don't dare."

The matter had been resolved, and just when Wen Bai turned and went downstairs, Zheng Bochang's face turned pale, as if he had been extremely frightened.

He tremblingly stretched out a finger, pointed at Wen Bai's back, and forcefully uttered a few words as if his upper and lower lips were fighting.

"Draw! Draw! Die!"

Wen Bai: "?"

Wen Bai turned around and took a look: "..."

I saw a line of words written on the top of the canvas.

"To live and die together, to cry together."

That is what Hualing said, someone mentioned it above its head, nondescript words.

Wen Bai: "..."

Wen Bai didn't know what happened, he left the painting and couldn't communicate with the painting spirit, so he had to look at Lu Zheng.

Seeing Wen Bai's face, Lu Zheng got up from the sofa and walked up in two or three steps.

"Is Hua Ling dissatisfied with these arrangements?" Wen Bai glanced at Zheng Bochang again, "I still don't like this place?"

Lu Zheng raised his palm and pasted it on the drawing paper.

The whole place was silent.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Bai saw that Lu Zheng's face darkened.

Wen Bai opened his mouth carefully: "What did it say?"

Lu Zheng put his hands down, ignoring other people's gazes, only looking at Wen Bai.

"There is too little spiritual energy, I am hungry and nauseated."

Wen Bai: "..."

Lu Zheng hastily explained: "Those things never disappeared from the beginning to the end."

"I only swallowed it with spiritual power. Now that my spiritual power is not enough, it is common to spit out one or two."

Wen Bai: "..."

It was only now that he realized that what Hua Ling said at that time, "It's best to offer incense to me as soon as possible, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on" was referring to this.

On the other hand, Zheng Bochang's face was ashen.

"To live and die together, to cry together..."

He read the line again, unable to stand at all.

He leaned against the wall suddenly, took Zheng Lu's hand, raised his head and his eyes were red.

"He is going to kill my whole family!"

Wen Bai: "..."

Lu Zheng: "..."