The scroll is about one foot long, with a mottled color and looks very ancient.

Chen Sanlang stared at it and immediately felt a mysterious wave - a magic weapon. There was no doubt that this object belonged to a magic weapon, and its grade was not low, about the mysterious level.

"This painting?"

Faced with Chen Sanlang's doubts, Wangji Zhenren smiled, raised her lightly, opened the painting and showed her face.

This is a fine brushwork, with simple and exquisite lines drawn. With just a few strokes, it is drawn into a stream; a green cow eats grass beside the water flow; a shepherd boy sitting on the back of the cow, holding willow leaves in his mouth, and is playing songs...

On the blank space of the painting, there are six or seven seals.

Looking at these seals, Chen Sanlang felt even more confused: he knew the rules of literary and artistic collection. Whenever he handled it, the collector would stamp a private seal and leave a mark, indicating that he had collected this item.

But the problem is that this is a magic weapon. Once the magic weapon is trained and used by people, even if it is changed to the master and used by other monks, it will not be stamped on purpose. You should know how many monks have private seals?

I heard Wangji Zhenren say leisurely: "This picture is called "Gumniu Yao", which was written by Xu Yanbo, a famous dynasty artist in the previous dynasty."

Chen Sanlang also heard of Xu Yanbo's reputation. He was a painter of a generation who was good at fine brushwork. His paintings were passed down from generation to generation, and each of them was a fine work, loved and pursued, and valuable.

However, the picture taken out by Wangji Real Human is not just as simple as a fine product? It is a magic weapon.

Suddenly, Chen Sanlang suddenly understood: The reason why this painting can become a magic weapon is probably related to the fact that Wangji Zhenren. The other party obtained this painting, used magic to consecrate, and constantly tempered it, and eventually became a mysterious magic weapon.

Consecration. The essence is to "turn decay into magic", which means to enlighten ordinary things and make them have certain special functional effects.

However, consecration requires the loss of the caster's own spiritual power. If the consecrated items are not tempered for a long time, their attributes will be gradually wiped out. It is useless to return to the mortal world. Therefore, monks will not consecrate things casually, and must have choices and adhere to the principle of choosing the best.

So, why did Wangji consecrate this painting? Is it just because the author is the great painter Xu Yanbo? It remains to be discussed.

Putting aside this layer, Chen Sanlang didn't think much. What he cared more about now is that the other party said that he would cure his illness, a cup of tea and a painting, and a two-pronged approach would be cured.

Drinking Fengjian tea with salivation, quenching thirst and refreshing the spirit. It is indeed helpful to his current difficulties. But the help is not too great, and it is more about being on the surface and cannot be cured. Seeing Wangji Zhenren confident, he must be counting on this painting.

Wangji Zhenren said again: "Young Master Chen, please appreciate this painting and see what's the difference."

Chen Sanlang went to read the painting calmly.

As a scholar, he has been a basic skill in appreciating calligraphy and painting. He has read poetry and books since he was a child, and has also appreciated calligraphy and painting a lot, and his level is there.

When I first read "The Ballad of Herding Cattle", I found that the painting style is fresh and lovely, with a rich local atmosphere, gurgling water, fragrant grass, and innocent shepherd boys... It is perfectly combined and becomes a rare masterpiece.

I slowly became fascinated by the sight and completely lost myself. I saw a sudden movement on the picture, as if I had come to life.

Chen Sanlang seemed to hear the "gurgling" sound of the water flowing, the "rustling" sound of the green cow chewing and eating the grass, and even a wisp of the crisp and moving shepherd boy blowing the willow branches...

Many sounds gathered into songs, like a clear spring flowing through my heart. The worrying noise that had been troubled for many days and the dizziness and fatigue seemed to be washed away by this clear spring.

From the inside to the outside, the whole person was full of energy and became brand new.

This is a sense of joy like rebirth.

But Xu Jun, who was sitting next to him, although Wangji Zhenren is famous and has never been acquainted with each other, she would not have any ill intentions. But in case of precautions, she still stared at him vigilantly.

When she saw Chen Sanlang enjoying ancient paintings, she looked at them and felt stunned, motionless, obviously looking very focused.

Chen Sanlang remained in this state for a full quarter of an hour.

Xu Jun felt a little anxious and was hesitating whether to call him so that Chen Sanlang would not be too addicted and hinder his spirit.

At this moment, Chen Sanlang's eyes burst out with a long-lost spirit. The person who was as ill as a person who had been sick for a long time was rejuvenated by his wonderful hands. All his energy came back and seemed full of vitality.

When Xu Jun saw this, he was overjoyed: This was clearly a sign that the problem that had troubled Chen Sanlang for a long time was solved.

It's God!

Looking at Wangji's eyes, it became unfathomable.

Wangji Real People reached out to rub her short beards and smiled, not surprising at all.

Chen Sanlang's state of appreciating the paintings was still continuing. At this moment, his feeling was not just a change in his auditory sense, but as if he was stepping into the painting and standing by the stream.

In the painting, look at the shepherd boy.

At the same time, the world in my mind is rapidly gathering, and the cracks and signs of collapse that originally appeared are being smoothed down little by little and restored to its original appearance.

call out!

A little light flew out, and when I looked closer, it turned out to be a word.

The word "science".

These are the words on the Haoran Silk Book.

With the first word, the second and the third ones are constantly flying out, arranged in the void, and then they form words and sentences...

However, the ancient book needs to be formed quite a bit and cannot be completed for a while. When it was closed into half of the pages, the progress gradually stopped.

“What a pity…”

Chen Sanlang sighed slightly in his heart, and there was a desire to "eat not enough": "It would be great if I could have more..."

“Huh?”

Sitting aside, calm and composed, Wangji, who was quite calm, felt something, said lightly, and his face suddenly changed:

"This is……"

His eyes suddenly opened until they were wide open.

Ruthless!

A subtle and strange sound came from the picture of "The Ballad of Maggots". It sounded in my ears, as if a silkworm was crawling on the painting and eating paper.

Xu Jun was also surprised and couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hands: she saw that some strange changes were taking place in the ancient paintings.

The fine brushwork that was originally depicted in detail and vividly, the stream that seemed to be flowing suddenly stopped. The green cow that was chewing on the grass was frozen. The shepherd boy on the cow's back simply became blurred and disappeared little by little...

"How is that possible?"

Wangji Zhenren almost burst into tears. His eyes were sharp and he immediately discovered the problem: the changes caused by ancient magical artifact paintings are rooted in the fact that the brush and ink on it are peeling off little by little.

The brush and ink are missing, even if at least a little bit, the whole painting will lose its charm, let alone the peeling like rain now?

After a while, the whole painting turned into a piece of white paper, and a few stamps left there with dazzling white space.
Chapter completed!