"Boy, it's time to look for the blood moon picture."
"That's what the senior said."
Fang Yuan didn't seem to know where the secret room was, but he searched it repeatedly based on his familiarity with the house.
It took a full half hour, and after lifting a wooden board in the backyard bedroom, a staircase leading downwards appeared without any rumbling sound.
This secret room is actually quite small, equivalent to a larger secret compartment. The room is 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 tinder, what came into view was an empty display case. The only thing still there was a hanging painting.
Blood moon illustration.
Qiao Mu pondered and looked up at the picture of the blood moon.
Dusk was falling, stars were hanging everywhere, and a red moon was hanging high in the sky. The moon was very large, almost covering half of the sky, and its color was so red that it looked almost like blood.
The red moonlight in the painting was like a stream of sticky blood, flowing down the paper drop by drop, dripping onto the ground. Even the frame was soaked in blood, and the blood continued to flow down, dripping onto the floor of the secret room...
Um
Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked carefully, only to find that it was just an illusion. This so-called blood moon picture was just a picture. How could there really be blood flowing out
Qiao Mu turned his head to glance at Fang Yuan beside him and saw that he did not behave abnormally.
"Did a painting made by a martial artist hundreds of years ago before his death stir my heart?"
Qiao Mu had practiced the Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue, and although he did not have the complete martial arts of refining the spirit, he still had his intuition that sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. At this moment, he vaguely noticed the extraordinaryness of this painting.
"With this painting, I think I can use it as bait to lure out the sword ghost..."
"Then beat me to death, or be beaten to death by me."
Chapter 133 The Future of the Disintegration of the Heavenly Demons (4k
Although the Fang family's old house is a bit old and dated, it still looks quite spacious.
This old house is divided into two courtyards, front and back. Qiao Mu is temporarily living in a guest room in the backyard. In the past few days, he spends some time every day to observe the picture of the blood moon.
"Can a painstaking work by a martial artist who practiced divine arts hundreds of years ago cause me to hallucinate?"
Qiao Mu watched quietly.
Every time my mind was immersed in this painting, my eyes seemed to feel that the moonlight in the painting was like sticky blood flowing out, which was quite evil.
What’s even more bizarre is that as long as his mind is immersed in the painting for a while, Qiao Mu will feel a surge of energy and blood in his body, as if the blood in his body is flowing faster.
At first, after he noticed something strange, he quickly broke free, 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 that can happen is that he died from looking at paintings. Maybe this strange way of dying can get some good reviews?"
So Qiao Mu acted recklessly.
He spent a full hour looking at the painting, letting his mind immerse in it, and the blood in his body surged more and more violently.
After half an hour, his blood was almost boiling, his body was surging like a tide, and a strange force was flowing in his limbs, accompanied by a vague pain in his meridians, which made him want to roar to the sky.
This feeling... This feeling...
"Why is it almost the same as the disintegration of the devil?" Qiao Mu came back to his senses.
After reaching the age of ninety, Qiao Mu's demon disintegration had reached an unprecedented "great success" level. He could confidently say that no one understood disintegration better than him.
Qiao Mu was very familiar with the explosive self-mutilation secret method of Heavenly Demon Disintegration.
"So that's how it is. This so-called Blood Moon Picture, this ancient painting that even the Spiritual Refining Warriors covet, actually contains a secret explosive method similar to the Devil's Disintegration?"
"So, what about the Blood Sun Map that was taken away by the Sword Ghost?"
Qiao Mu suppressed the surging blood and energy, adjusted his breathing slightly, and then followed the feeling he had just had when looking at the painting, trying to stimulate the blood and energy throughout his body.
As a master of disintegrating demons, Qiumu learned quickly and succeeded after trying several times.
"I might as well name this secret explosive method obtained from the Blood Moon Diagram... the Red Moon Blood Burning Technique." Qiao Mu said to himself.
Demonic Disintegration is the most famous secret method of self-mutilation explosion. It uses a trace of internal energy to stimulate the potential of the human body and stir up the qi and blood in the whole body to almost boil.
Only after Qiao Mu has mastered the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, can he use his Qi and blood to perform the Heavenly Demon Disintegration.
The Red Moon Burning Blood Technique itself is a secret method of explosion based on Qi and blood. It has many similarities with the Disintegration of the Sky Demon. However, from Qiao Mu's current high-level perspective, it is even more advanced than the Disintegration of the Sky Demon.
"It seems that the spiritual painter who drew this picture of the blood sun and blood moon is not a simple person."
The disintegration of the demon is of great significance to Qiao Mu. It is a secret method for him to make a living.
"If I can combine this Sky Demon Disintegration with the Red Moon Blood Burning Technique and other explosive secrets in the future, and learn from the strengths of various schools, can I create a more efficient explosive secret method?"
Qiao Mu had long felt that the name of Demon Disintegration was not worthy of its name, because after using it the body would not break into pieces, and the aftereffects were merely fatal injuries.
Not fast enough, not good enough!
Now, after learning the Red Moon Blood Burning Technique and having the experience of deducing martial arts techniques, he had the urge to create his own secret technique in the future.
After understanding the secret of the Blood Moon Picture, Qiao Mu walked out of the guest room, ready to take the painting and try to spread the news to attract the sword ghost's attention.
When I arrived at the front yard, I saw Fang Yuan sitting in a daze under a tree in the courtyard.
"Senior Qiao." Fang Yuan looked at the two trees in the courtyard, his eyes filled with reminiscence, as if he was talking to himself:
"This tree is a date tree, and the other tree is also a date tree."
"These are the two saplings that my father specially found. They are the same age as me and my younger sister. Now, after so many years, the two trees have grown into tall and majestic trees."
There are two trees in the yard, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left is slightly bigger and more lush.
"My father meant that we brothers and sisters should support each other in the future, just like these two jujube trees. After all, a single tree cannot make a forest..."
There was a hint of nostalgia in Fang Yuan's eyes as he returned to the old house of his childhood. In his eyes, every blade of grass and every tree was soaked with his childhood memories.
He pointed to a corner of the courtyard, where there was a small vegetable garden that had long been abandoned. The small piece of land had long since dried up and cracked, leaving it barren.
"Actually, I am the stepson of the Fang family. I followed my mother to remarry when I was four years old. At that time, the Fang family's antique business was still very small."
"My mother was born to be a hard worker. After her antique business became big, she no longer had to do everything herself, but she still couldn't rest."
"She planted some peas, leeks, grape vines, tomatoes and the like in her garden, making the yard full of greenery."
"Every summer, I often sit on the steps of this courtyard to enjoy the cool, secretly pick tomatoes grown by my mother, and sit here to watch the shadows of the grape vines and jujube trees in the courtyard fall on the wall, swaying gently with the summer breeze. I can watch for an hour or so each time, and the summer passes by in laziness all day long."
"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 be lush and green, and we can enjoy the coolness and shade under the tree in the summer.'"
"If we each get married and start our own business in the future, and the jujube tree blooms and bears fruit, we can bring our families back to this ancestral home, enjoy the coolness under the tree and eat some jujubes."
Fang Yuan kept talking non-stop. He didn't look like a young man, but more like an old man in his forties, reminiscing about the past.
Returning to the old house, the past years appear before my eyes, as if within reach.
They lived like this for more than ten years until the building collapsed.
Now he revisits the place, but he is alone.
As a stepson in the family, Fang Yuan is not his father's biological son, and his real surname is not Fang. Therefore, the so-called ancestral home of the Fang family is just a wish for him.
He tried his best to save money and constantly tried to please serious prisoners like Qiao Mu in order to learn martial arts. One of his ultimate goals was to return to the old house of his childhood.
Qiao Mu didn't say anything, but just listened quietly. He knew that the other party was just talking to himself and needed an audience, so he didn't interrupt.
...
The front gate of the Fang family’s old house.
Because of rumors that this house is haunted some time ago, there are very few pedestrians in broad daylight. Even if someone passes by, they tend to be suspicious and quicken their pace.
At this time, a young woman came over, stood by the road, and stood on tiptoe to look towards the old house of the Fang family.
The woman was a young woman in her twenties. She was pretty, but her makeup was too heavy, which concealed her youthfulness.
The young woman stood on tiptoe, looked towards the old house, and paced nearby for a long time.
Suddenly, the gate of the mansion creaked open, and the young jailer Fang Yuan walked out and walked in another direction.
The young woman stared at Fang Yuan's back, then looked at the old Fang family house. She couldn't help biting her lower lip, clenched her white fists, and dug her five fingers deep into her palms.
"elder brother... "
"You have enough money now to buy back our ancestral home?" she murmured to herself:
"I guess you have some spare money now, and your life is much better than when you were in trouble. Seeing your life getting better and better, I just..."
She sighed slightly and said to herself:
“It’s even more painful than losing money.”
At this moment, she heard a shout behind her ear.
"Fang'er, Fang'er."
A fat, round-faced middle-aged man came over and hugged the young woman Fang Fang from behind:
"Why, you don't want to go see your brother?"
"How can he be my brother?" A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the young woman Fang Fang:
"He is my stepson. He just changed his surname to Fang after his biological mother remarried. How can he be my Fang family?"
"Haha, then let's not meet. It's better not to meet." The middle-aged man laughed and didn't care too much.
"But you are already my third concubine, Wan Ronghua. My Wan family is rich and powerful. Now I have an old house that is missing out on, so it's okay for Fang Yuan to take advantage of it."
He really didn't care about Fang Yuan. After all, he was just a small jailer in the Heavenly Prison and couldn't accomplish anything.
Over the years, the Fang family is not the only family that has lost to him in the business world.
Fang Fang frowned when she heard this and her face looked unhappy.
"No, of course not."
"This ancestral house was the ancestral house of our Fang family. What does it have to do with Fang Yuan?"
"Now, this old house is also the property of the master Wan family. How can we just hand it over to others?"
"Oh?" The wealthy middle-aged man Wan Ronghua smiled:
"Fang'er, although you and Fang Yuan are not related by blood and are not siblings, you have lived under the same roof for many years. Why do you hate him so much?"
Wan Ronghua smiled and said:
"Did he bully you when you were a child? Then I, Master Wan, must have a good talk with him."
"It's all up to you, Master." Young woman Fang Fang said shyly:
"In fact, when Fang Yuan was young, he did something that made me feel bad. Master, please listen to me..."
More than ten years ago.
After Fang's mother married into the Fang family, Fang Yuan was actually not well received. After all, this child was a complete burden and not born by Fang's father, so how could anyone treat him well
Fang Fang is Fang's father's biological child, not Fang Yuan.
After Fang Yuan came to the Fang family, his surname was changed. He could no longer use his original surname and had to change it to Fang.
The child was not ignorant. Fang Yuan, who was young and living under someone else's roof, naturally knew that Fang's father was not his real father. He could also understand the different ways Fang's father treated his two children.
Favored children often become arrogant because of their favor, while those who are neglected and are stepson will naturally become sensible faster, mature more precociously, and be more thoughtful than children of the same age.
All Fang Yuan could do was to try his best not to cause trouble, not to be naughty, to restrain his childish nature, to follow his stepfather's wishes in everything, and not to dare to disobey.
The turning point happened in the third year after Fang Yuan's mother married into the Fang family.
That year, Fang Yuan was seven years old.
During the Qingming Festival, the Fang family naturally also has the custom of worshiping their ancestors.
Fang Yuan, the stepson, was taken by his father to worship his ancestors and kowtow to the ancestors of the Fang family who had no blood relationship with him.
There was nothing wrong with bowing to the ancestors, but Fang Yuan, who was only seven years old at the time, was reminded of his family origin.
His original surname was not Fang, but now he must use it.
Although he worshipped the ancestors of the Fang family, he actually also had his own biological father, grandfather, and ancestors.