Chapter 116
"Boy, it's time to look for the Blood Moon Picture."
"That's what senior said."
Fangyuan didn't seem to know the location of the secret room. He just searched it repeatedly because he was familiar with the house.
It took half an hour to open a wooden board in the backyard bedroom, and without a rumbling sound, a downward staircase emerged.
This secret room is actually quite small, in fact, it is equivalent to a larger hidden compartment. The room has been covered with a thick layer of dust, and it is obvious that no one has set foot in it for many years.
When I lit the fire folder, I saw a column of empty display cabinets. The only thing that was still there was a hanging painting.
Blood moon picture.
Qiao Mu thought and looked up at the blood moon picture.
At dusk, stars hung over the fields, and a red moon hung high in the sky. This red moon was so huge that it almost covered half of the entire sky, and its color was almost as red as blood.
The red moonlight in the painting is like a stream of sticky blood, flowing down the painting paper drop by drop, and dripping on the ground. Even the frame of the painting is soaked with blood, and the blood continues to drip down. , ticking on the floor of the secret room...
Um?
Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and after taking a closer look, he realized that this was just an illusion. The so-called blood moon picture was just a painting. How could there really be blood flowing out?
Qiao Mu glanced sideways at Fang Yuan beside him and saw that he didn't behave strangely.
"Did the painting made by a god-refining warrior hundreds of years ago before his death stir my heart?"
Qiao Mu had practiced Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue. Although he did not have a complete knowledge of Shen Lian Wu, he still had an intuition that sometimes worked and sometimes failed. At this moment, he vaguely noticed the extraordinary nature of this painting.
"With this painting, I think I can use it as bait to attract the sword ghost..."
"Then beat me to death, or be beaten to death by me."
Chapter 133 The future of the disintegration of demons (4k
Although the Fang family's old house has been around for some time, it is a bit old and has a sense of age, but it still looks quite spacious.
This old house is divided into two courtyards, front and rear. Qiao Mu temporarily lives in a guest room in the backyard. Over the past few days, he has spent some time every day to observe the blood moon picture.
"The painstaking work of a god-refining warrior from hundreds of years ago can make me hallucinate?"
Qiao Mu watched quietly.
Every time I immerse myself in this painting, my eyes seem to feel that the moonlight in this painting is flowing out like thick blood, which is quite evil.
What's even more strange is that as long as the mind is immersed in the painting for a little longer, Qiao Mu's body will feel a surge of energy and blood, and the blood in the whole body seems to be accelerating.
After he noticed something strange at first, he quickly broke away from it and was a little afraid of this evil painting.
Then I thought about it...
"Why am I panicking?" Qiao Mu came back to his senses:
"The worst case scenario is that you die while watching paintings. Maybe you can check the reviews for such a strange way of death?"
So the trees became wild.
He spent a full hour looking at the painting, allowing himself to be immersed in it, and the energy and blood in his body surged more and more violently.
Less than half an hour later, the energy and blood all over his body was almost boiling. The blood in his body was surging like a tide, and a strange force was flowing in his limbs. At the same time, he was accompanied by a vague feeling of swelling and pain in his meridians, which made him feel... The urge to look up to the sky and scream.
This feeling...this feeling...
"Why is it similar to the disintegration of the demon?" Qiao Mu came back to his senses.
After reaching the age of ninety, Qiao Mu's disintegration of demons has reached an unprecedented level of "great success". He can boast that no one understands disintegration better than him.
Qiao Mu was not too familiar with the explosive self-harm secret method of disintegrating the demon.
"I see, this so-called Blood Moon Picture, the so-called ancient painting that even god-refining warriors covet, actually contains a secret method of explosion similar to the disintegration of demons?"
"So, where is the Blood Sun Picture that was taken away by that sword ghost?"
Qiao Mu suppressed the rising qi and blood, adjusted his breath a little, and followed the feeling he had when he was watching the painting, trying to get the qi and blood throughout his body to swell.
As a master of demon disintegration, Qiao Mu learned quickly. After several repeated attempts, he succeeded.
"The explosive secret technique derived from the Blood Moon Diagram might as well be named...Red Moon Blood Burning Technique." Qiao Mu said to himself.
The disintegration of demons is the most famous self-inflicted explosive secret method. It uses a trace of inner energy as a guide to stimulate the human body's potential and instigate the whole body's energy and blood to almost boil.
After Qiao Mu mastered the disintegration of the demon, he could use his qi and blood as a guide to perform the disintegration of the demon.
The Red Moon Blood Burning Technique itself is a secret explosive method that uses energy and blood. It has many similarities with the disintegration of the demon, but from Qiao Mu's perspective, it is even more advanced than the disintegration of the demon. Some.
"It seems that the god-refining painter who drew the Blood Sun and Blood Moon picture is not simple either."
The disintegration of the demon is of great significance to Qiao Mu, as it is a secret method for him to settle down and survive.
"If I can combine the disintegration of the demon with the Red Moon Burning Blood Technique and other explosive secret techniques in the future, and learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought, can I create a more efficient explosive secret technique?"
Qiao Mu has long ago dismissed the idea that the Demon's Disintegration is not worthy of its name, because after using it, the body will not fall apart and the sequelae will only be fatal injuries.
Not fast enough, not good enough!
So now, after learning the Red Moon Blood Burning Technique and gaining experience in deducing the technique, he had the urge to create his own secret technique in the future.
After comprehending the mystery of the Blood Moon Picture, Qiao Mu walked out of the guest room, preparing to take the picture and try to spread the news to attract the sword ghost's attention.
When I came to the front yard, I happened to see Fang Yuan sitting in a daze under the tree in the yard.
"Senior Qiao." Fangyuan looked at the two trees in the courtyard with a look of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he was talking to himself:
"This tree is a date tree, and the other tree is also a date tree."
"These are two saplings that my father specially found back then. They are exactly the same age as me and my little sister. Now after so many years, both trees have become as tall as a canopy."
There are two trees in the yard, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left is slightly larger and more lush.
"My father means that we, brother and sister, should support each other in the future, just like these two jujube trees. After all, a single tree cannot make a forest..."
Fangyuan's eyes were full of nostalgia. Returning to the old home of his childhood, every plant and tree in his eyes was soaked with the past childhood.
He pointed to a corner of the courtyard. In the corner was a small vegetable garden that had been abandoned for a long time. The small piece of land had long since dried up, cracked, and was completely deserted.
"Actually, I am the stepson of the Fang family. I remarried with my mother when I was four years old. At that time, the Fang family's antique business was still very small."
"My mother had a hard life. Later, when the antique business became big, she didn't have to do everything herself, and she couldn't take any time off."
"She planted some peas, leeks, grape vines, tomatoes, etc. in the courtyard of her home, which made the small courtyard full of green."
"Every summer, I often sit on the steps of the courtyard to enjoy the cool air, secretly pick tomatoes planted by my mother to eat, and sit here to watch the shadows of the grapevines and jujube trees in the courtyard falling on the wall. , swaying gently with the summer wind. I can watch it every time, and spend the whole day lazily, and the summer is just over. "
"At that time, my father would point to the shadow of the jujube tree and say, when my little sister and I grow up, the jujube tree will have lush branches and leaves. In summer, we can enjoy the cool and shade under the tree."
"If we each get married and start a business in the future, and the jujube trees bloom and bear fruit, we can bring our families and relatives back to this ancestral home and enjoy the cool weather under the tree and eat some jujubes."
Fangyuan kept talking nonstop. He didn't look like a young man, but looked like an old man several decades older, reminiscing about the past.
Returning to the old house, the past years appear before our eyes, as if they are within reach.
They lived like this for more than ten years until the building collapsed.
Now he returned to his old place, but he was already alone.
As the stepson of the family, Fangyuan is not Fang's father's biological son, and his surname is not actually Fang, so the so-called Fang family's ancestral home is actually just a thought to him.
He worked hard to save money and kept trying to please repeat prisoners like Qiao Mu in order to learn martial arts. One of his ultimate goals was to return to his childhood home.
Qiao Mu didn't say anything, just listened quietly. He knew that the other party was just talking to himself and needed an audience, so he didn't interrupt.
...
The gate of the Fang family's old house.
Because this house was rumored to be haunted in the past few days, there were very few pedestrians in the daytime. Even if someone passed by, they would often become suspicious and quicken their pace.
But at this time, a young woman came and stood on the side of the road, standing on tiptoe to look at the Fang family's old house.
This woman was a young woman in her twenties, and she looked quite handsome. However, the makeup on her face was too heavy, which covered up the youthfulness of the young woman.
The young woman stood on tiptoes and looked towards the old house, pacing around for a long time.
Suddenly, the door of the house creaked open, and the young jailer Fangyuan came out and walked in another direction.
The young woman stared blankly at Fang Yuan's back, and then at the Fang family's old house. She couldn't help biting her lower lip, clenching her white fists, and digging her fingers deeply into her palms.
"elder brother..."
"You have money now, can you buy back my Fang family's ancestral home?" She murmured to herself:
"I guess you already have spare money, and your life is much better than when you were in embarrassment. Seeing that your life is prospering, I just..."
She sighed slightly and said to herself:
“It’s simply worse than losing money.”
At this time, a shout came from behind her ears.
"Fang'er, Fang'er."
A middle-aged man with a fat head and a round face came over and hugged the young woman Fang Fang from behind:
"Why, don't you go see your brother?"
"How can he be my brother?" A trace of anger flashed in the young woman Fang Fang's eyes:
"He is a stepson. He just changed his surname to Fang after his mother remarried. Where is our family?"
"Haha, then I won't see you, that's fine." The middle-aged man chuckled and didn't pay much attention.
"But you are already my third-bedroom concubine, Wan Ronghua. My Wan family has a great business. Now I have an old house on hand for Fang Yuan to pick up. It's okay to take advantage of it."
He really doesn't care about Fang Yuan. He is just a small jailer and can't accomplish anything.
Over the years, the Fang family is not the only family that has been defeated by him in the business world.
When Fang Fang heard this, she frowned and her expression turned ugly.
"No, of course not."
"This ancestral home was the ancestral home of our Fang family back then, so what does it have to do with Fang Yuan?"
"Now, this old house is also the property of Master Wanjia. How can we give it to others at will?"
"Oh?" The wealthy middle-aged man Wan Ronghua said with a half-smile on his face:
"Fang'er, although you and Fangyuan are not related by blood and are not biological brothers and sisters, you have lived under the same roof for many years. Why do you hold such a grudge against him?"
Wan Ronghua smiled and said:
"Did he bully you when you were a child? Then I, Mr. Wan, have to talk to him properly."
"It all depends on the master." The young woman Fang Fang said coyly:
"Actually, Fangyuan did something that really bothered me when he was young. Master, please listen to me..."
More than ten years ago.
When Fang's mother married into the Fang family, Fang Yuan was not well-received. After all, this child was a complete loser and was not born to Fang's father, so there was no way she could give him any good looks.
Fang Fang is Fang's father's biological child, Fang Yuan is not.
After Fangyuan came to the Fang family, her surname was changed. She could no longer use her original surname and had to change her surname to Fang.
Children are not ignorant. Fang Yuan, who had been living under someone else's roof when he was young, naturally knew that Fang's father was not his real father, and could also understand how Fang's father treated the two children differently.
Children who are favored tend to be arrogant because of being favored. However, when they are neglected and are not as good as stepsons, they naturally become wiser faster, mature earlier, and are more thoughtful than children of the same age.
All Fangyuan can do is try not to cause trouble, not be naughty, control the child's nature, and follow his stepfather's wishes in everything, not daring to go against it.
Things took a turn for the better in the third year after Fangyuan's mother married into the Fang family.
That year, Fangyuan was seven years old.
During the Qingming Festival, the Fang family naturally has the custom of worshiping their ancestors.
As a stepson, Fang Yuan was led by Fang's father to worship his ancestors, who were not related by blood to Fang Yuan's ancestors.
There is nothing wrong with worshiping ancestors, but Fang Yuan, who was only seven years old at the time, was emotionally moved by this incident and remembered his family background.
His surname was not Fang originally, but now he must be surnamed Fang.
Although he worships the ancestors of the Fang family, he actually has his own biological father, grandfather, and ancestors.