An Shengming seemed to still be somewhat afraid of his father, but was closer to his mother.
He complained in a tone: "You are not feeling well, why are you still outside?"
The young woman smiled and replied, her tone and demeanor seemed like an old lady, comforting: "What's the matter, I am this old, you won't let me come out to breathe? You, you, are you trying to suffocate me to death?" An Shengming's expression softened, and he said: "That's not what I meant."
"Okay, okay, I know you don't mean that."
The woman in red smiled and shifted the topic to Wei Yuan and Jue, saying:
"I haven't talked about it yet, is this guest your friend?"
When it came to this, An Shengming was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to start. His father snorted coldly, and seemed not very happy. An Shengming explained that it was indeed a friend. The woman in red smiled and asked him to bring some tea and fruit, and then comforted the old man next to her, and smiled and asked Wei Yuan and Jue to sit first.
This woman's expression, movements and tone are not much different from those of an old lady.
But her true appearance is not concealed in the eyes of Wei Yuan and Jue.
Wei Yuan sat down, and Jue's lips opened and closed beside him. Wei Yuan heard the sound of the girl's suppressed laughter in his ears, and joked:
'Is there an old woman of sixteen or seventeen in the world? '
This is the line of Jiumozhi in Tianlong Babu.
Jue seems to have been reading a book during this period.
At this time, he mentioned this sentence as a joke.
However, the red-clothed woman in front of him only looks young, and it is unknown how old she is. Wei Yuan subconsciously thinks that another sentence is more appropriate, such as 'Why does the old woman act like a child when she is awake?', but he just thought about it in his mind, not to mention that this sentence is a bit rude to say in reality.
Jue is still sitting next to him.
If Jue doesn't mention it, a certain white-haired elder sister can really beat him up and hang him on the wall while smiling gently.
It can't be torn off.
Wei Yuan opened and closed his lips, leaning on the mark left by Jue on the back of his hand and replied:
"Since we are at your residence, everything will be up to the old lady."
This is also the answer given by Duan Yu to the disguised Azhu in Tian Long Ba Bu.
The joke used to reply to Jue at this moment is quite appropriate. The girl was surprised, and then her eyes curved slightly. She felt happy that someone had just picked up the joke after she threw it out, and she smiled unconsciously.
Wei Yuan's eyes shrank back and looked at the woman in red, but he didn't detect the evil spirit and turbidity from her. From this point of view, she was not the kind of monster that was addicted to blood and used people as cultivation resources, but this could not explain the things that An Shengming saw and experienced.
Wei Yuan took the tea brought by An Shengming, drank it, and took the initiative to speak:
"I came here today because I heard that you two have an ancient painting? I just opened a small museum, which is short of some collections, so I came to take a look. If you two are willing, we can talk about the price and take the painting."
Wei Yuan said it calmly and confidently.
Because An Shengming said before that he would pay the price.
It was just a formality.
An Shengming also echoed, "Yes, Dad, Mom, I remember there was such a painting in our old house. Anyway, no one lives in the old house now, so it's a waste to keep the painting there. It's better to sell it. We can get some money and buy something for you two."
The old man was a little angry and said, "Sell, sell, sell, anything can be sold!"
"These are old things that have accompanied me all my life. They are much older than you. These old things must be treasured in our time and passed down as heirlooms. How come it seems that everything can be sold and exchanged for money in your place?!"
"Then why don't you just sell me too?!"
An Shengming was blocked for a while, and he was so anxious that his face turned red and he couldn't speak.
The woman in red smiled and comforted the old man next to her, and then said to An Shengming: "Your father is just so stubborn, you know it, okay, don't look so bitter, a grown man, don't be ashamed."
"Go back to the house first, this painting belongs to both of us, and we can talk about it."
An Shengming saw his father's face was tense, so he had to go back.
Only Wei Yuan and the old man, as well as the woman in red who was not an ordinary person, were left in the living room.
The woman's lips did not move, and a sound that ordinary people could not hear rang in the house. She just thought that the young man and woman in front of her were just ordinary people, so she said to the old man next to her generously: "You, your bad temper has not changed in fifty years, okay, okay, I will handle this matter."
Seeing that the old man was still a little dissatisfied.
She said, "Don't worry, these two children are just ordinary people."
"I can use magic to make them forget about this matter. Then tell Shengming that the things have been sold. If it doesn't work, just give them a painting and use a trick."
Seeing that the old man was moved by her, the woman in red pursed her lips and smiled. If it were in the mortal world, what she saw was still the old man and the old woman sitting on the sofa. In fact, the image and appearance of the old woman were just illusions. The real woman in red had appeared in front of Wei Yuan, stretching out her palm with five slender fingers, about to touch Wei Yuan.
But the spell took shape and broke naturally before it got close.
The woman in red was slightly startled.
She subconsciously lowered her head and saw the sickly and pale young man raised his head and looked at her calmly.
His eyes were deep and quiet.
The faint sound of a tiger roaring sounded low.
For some reason, just hearing this voice made the red-dressed woman panic in her heart, and her movements froze involuntarily. She could no longer cast spells like she had just done. She suddenly remembered that she had heard from other monsters that there was an existence that must not be provoked on the land of Shenzhou, and her lips trembled.
After staring at each other for two seconds, Wei Yuan turned his head to look at the old man over there and smiled:
"Old man, you are blessed."
The old man reacted, his face changed, and he hurriedly stood up to pull the red-dressed woman's real body. Wei Yuan did not continue to release the breath of the Crouching Tiger Order, causing the red-dressed woman to stagger back. The old man opened his eyebrows and stood in front of the red-dressed woman, glaring at Wei Yuan.
This moment was like a teenager.
When protecting his beloved, even the oldest and weakest men will be heroic like a knight.
Wei Yuan took out the weapon usage authorization given to him by the special operations team, shook the shell, and said:
"I am a member of the Shenzhou Operation."
"Please cooperate."
The old man blushed and said:
"Check? Check what?! We are married, we have a national marriage certificate, we are legal!"
But the Civil Affairs Bureau cannot hold a marriage between a human and a non-human.
Wei Yuan said silently in his heart, and said calmly on his face: "We just want to check it out. If possible, I hope you two will cooperate."
An Xuyang stared at Wei Yuan, and after a long time, he seemed to be deflated and sat on the sofa. The woman in red also sat next to him and removed the previous sleight of hand. The old man, who was already old and gray-haired, and the young and beautiful beauty in her twenties, sat together, holding hands tightly, which seemed a bit inconsistent.
"If you want to listen."
The old An Xuyang sighed and said:
"The story actually started before I was fifty years old."
......
His family has lived in this Quan City since he was a child.
An Xuyang got this painting when he was a child.
The person in the painting was so beautiful that even though An Xuyang was only ten years old, he could still feel that the person in the painting was really beautiful, like a fairy. He often stared at the painting, so his family couldn't help but joke with him sometimes, saying: 'When you grow up, the person in the painting will come down and marry you as a wife. '
This was a joke from the adults.
But the child believed it.
At that time, An Xuyang had no other thoughts, but felt that if there really was such a beautiful person living with him, it would be a good thing. He was too serious in character, so every time he ate, he would bring a bowl of rice in front of the portrait, as if there was really a person there.
This kind of thing, which was almost like offering, lasted for a long time.
Even though he grew up and knew that it was just a joke by adults, An Xuyang still cherished the painting and even secretly took it with him to school. At that time, he was still a day student. Sometimes he didn't come back at noon, so he would stay in school for a while. His family would bring him lunch, but An Xuyang found that the lunch he put in his schoolbag disappeared several times.
An Xuyang was curious, so he prepared the next day's meal in advance one night.
When he went to bed, he secretly looked and saw a woman in red eating his meal.
He sat up in shock, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing, the meal was still there, and the woman in red in the picture was still the same. He had to go to bed suspiciously. After that, this kind of thing didn't happen for several days, and the meal was still there, but later the meal disappeared again.
An Xuyang made up his mind, squinting his eyes and watching, and when the person in the painting appeared, he jumped up. A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, he was brave enough to ignore everything, not to mention ghosts. He hugged the woman in red and said, "Is it you who stole it?"
The woman in red blushed and said, "Let go, this, this, this, how can I run away."
An Xuyang realized that what he did was out of line, and hurriedly let go.
Then he saw that the woman disappeared directly, and was now in the painting, glaring at him.
She was the spirit in the painting. The general monsters practiced, either accepting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, or absorbing the essence of the human race, but she was fed with food when An Xuyang was a teenager, and got the food energy, and practiced a body little by little.
An Xuyang asked curiously, "Why didn't you come out to see me before?"
The red-dressed woman blushed and said, "You said you wanted me to be your wife, but you were too young before. Now that you have grown up, I came out to see you."
So one person and one spirit got married and even had children.
Just because she became a spirit in the painting, the woman stayed at home while An Xuyang worked outside.
But An Xuyang was too tough and upright. He followed the rules but didn't know how to adapt. Later, he offended the local snakehead and was captured. The woman didn't see her husband come home, so she had to take the risk of going out. Finally, she let her five-year-old son stay at home and pulled him to cry:
"I'm going to pick up your father. From now on, it's just you and your father. You have to listen to him." At night, the woman barely supported herself and used magic to find An Xuyang, who was beaten to death, and brought him back.
An Xuyang felt vaguely that his wife seemed to open the door and walk out.
He was awakened suddenly, turned his head, and saw that the traces on the painting had become extremely blurred, no longer the original appearance. He looked for his wife, but he could not find her anywhere, so he could only take care of the child alone, and never remarried.
Men often have to be hurt before they can really learn to grow up.
He no longer has the stubborn temper he used to have.
He was busy pulling the family alone.
One day when he returned home, it was too late. He was worried that his son was scared alone. When he returned, he saw his son laughing. He asked, "Aren't you scared alone?"
The child, who was only seven or eight years old at the time, said:
"No, my mother will tell me stories in my dreams."
......
The white-haired old man paused and said:
"It took her thirteen years to come back."
"It took a lot of effort to wait for her to come back. No, she has always been here."
"In those thirteen years, although she was not by my side, she did not leave me. She would come to me in my dreams, take care of Shengming in my dreams, drive away his nightmares in his dreams, and tell him stories... She has always been here."
Wei Yuan and Jue listened to the story quietly.
Wei Yuan whispered in his heart.
The spirit of things is spirit.
Even spirits can empathize with people...
He said: "There is another thing. Mr. An said that he saw an evil spirit in the old house, and it even followed him back and should have planned to attack him."
The woman in red whispered: "...I found out that he was followed by a ghost. I barely drove it away. When Shengming woke up, I wanted to tidy up his quilt, but when I saw that he was scared, I remembered that I was not a human in his eyes at that time, let alone his mother."
Her face was complicated.
The old man patted her hands comfortingly, then stared at Wei Yuan and said word by word:
"Do you understand?!"
"She is my wife, and I don't recognize anything else except this!"
The low sound of the Crouching Tiger Order rang in Wei Yuan's ears.
'If you detect the painting spirit, you can use it as the raw material for the scroll of strange and chaotic gods. '
'You can also exchange it for corresponding merits. '
At this moment, Wei Yuan knew why Crouching Tiger was feared and terrified by the monsters in the world. Crouching Tiger is the Crouching Tiger of the court. In addition to arresting those demons that disturb the world, he will also hunt those useful monsters, just like people kill tigers for tiger skins and hunt elks for meat.
This is tradition.
The woman in red was pale and her body was trembling slightly.
An Xuyang put his arm around her shoulders and comforted her softly, and the woman subconsciously shrank into his arms. If Wei Yuan thought this scene was a little strange before, he felt it was normal now. He stood up, and the woman stiffened, and the old man stood in front of her, "What are you going to do?!"
Wei Yuan bent his finger and tapped the Crouching Tiger Order, saying, "Nothing."
"This is just a routine inspection. By the way, um, I wish you two a happy golden wedding."
The woman in the painting was stunned and said, "You, you won't take me away..."
Wei Yuan carried the sword box on his back and replied gently, "Times are changing."
"The number of practitioners will gradually increase. You are also a creature born in Shenzhou. As long as you follow the laws and rules of this era, then Shenzhou and China will be... , at least we have the capacity to accommodate harmless monsters. We are open to all kinds of things. "
The woman in the painting said: "Is this... a new law?"
Wei Yuan said: "No."
He thought of everything he had experienced in the past and everything he had seen in this era, and replied:
"This is the pride we already have."
After a pause, Wei Yuan looked at the couple, but then thought that the Civil Affairs Bureau might have to introduce marriage laws for different races, and...
For some reason, he thought of the scene of the alien bird Guan Guan, who was being plucked out, holding a banner to protest the action team, and thought of creatures like the fairy in the painting who were also mixed in, holding banners, strongly demanding the same retirement age as the human race.
With the revival of spiritual energy, this scene is likely to appear.
Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and when he was about to say goodbye to Jue, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Mr. An, where did you get this painting?"
"It's not an ordinary thing that can raise a fairy in a painting."
An Xuyang's expression was much calmer. After thinking for a while, he said, "It was sold to me by an old man on the roadside when I was leaving school more than 40 years ago."
Wei Yuan was slightly stunned. This statement made him feel familiar.
The incident with the mirror spirit before.
The mirror was also picked up in this way.
He subconsciously clasped his five fingers slightly, and his ghost-exorcising ability was naturally displayed. Through the little spirituality that the old man exuded when he recalled, he saw the picture he recalled from the perspective of an observer. Even because this was a method directly targeting spirituality, what he saw was clearer and more real than what the old man recalled.
Wei Yuan saw pictures after pictures, and saw An Xuyang when he was a child.
Seeing him walking on the street after school, there was an old man setting up a stall on the roadside. The old man had sparse white hair, a receding hairline, big bags under his eyes, yellow teeth, and a face like a rotten carrot. He was smoking a pipe in his hand.
There were all kinds of books on the carpet, an ancient mirror, and rolled-up ancient paintings.
The old man looked exactly the same as the child who bought the ancient mirror.
However, this happened almost fifty years ago.
Wei Yuan felt an extreme strangeness. An Xuyang was guided by an inexplicable attraction and walked over to squat down to take the painting. Wei Yuan also saw the things on the stall more clearly. His sight froze slightly. He saw that in the pile of books, in addition to the scrolls, bronze mirrors, and wood carvings, there was also an ancient bronze ware.
There were Taotie patterns from the Shang Dynasty on it.