Chapter 7 Ancient Paintings
This is a yellowed ancient painting. I couldn't wait to untie the knot and open the scroll, but I saw that there was only a picture of mountains, rivers and rivers on it.
The picture is very simple to put on. With just a few strokes, it outlines a lifelike picture. But after watching it for a long time, I couldn't see what it means. Just as I was about to ask, my grandfather suddenly said, "Don't look up, concentrate on reading, you will understand something from this painting."
"Entertainment?" I wondered, "What did you understand? This is just a picture. Is there any secret here?"
Seeing my blank look, my grandfather didn't answer. He just smiled, grabbed my hand, took a needle, shouted "Don't move", and gently pierced my finger with the needle.
After a slight tingling, a drop of blood oozed out of the fingertips. Grandpa grabbed my finger and pressed it on the picture without hesitation.
I was not surprised. What is grandpa doing? Blood stains will stain this painting. As soon as I thought of this, the drop of blood on my fingertips dripped on the scroll, it slowly penetrated into it. Then an indescribable and wonderful feeling suddenly surged between my fingertips and the picture, as if I had some connection with this scroll, and it came from my fingertips, like an electric shock. I burst into my mind. In an instant, the scenery in front of me changed, and the sky was spinning, and I didn't know where I was...
After a moment of confusion, the consciousness returned to my mind. When I opened my eyes, I found that I was actually in the picture of mountains and rivers. My body was dancing in the air, the breeze was gentle, the sun was clear, and the mountains, rivers, like thick ink, slowly passed by under me. In the distance, there seemed to be birds and beasts running and playing. All of this was very similar to the landscape paintings I saw just now.
I have to say that I have been afraid of heights since I was a child. This bizarre scene suddenly appeared. I suddenly felt a dizzy turn, my head heavy, my feet light, my heart pounded wildly, my hands struggled randomly, but my center of gravity was unstable, and I fell from the air...
I suddenly felt panic, and I felt my body tilted. Then I heard a buzzing sound, and a sharp pain came from my forehead. All the illusions suddenly disappeared from my mind. I opened my eyes and found that I was still in the house, not going to the sky and the earth, and there were no mountains, rivers in front of me. I just hit the corner of the table.
Grandpa pulled me up, but he couldn't help but feel joy in his eyes. He nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, I didn't expect that you would be able to feel something when you saw this painting for the first time. This saved me a lot of trouble, and my subsequent practice would be much smoother..."
But I was completely puzzled and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, what's going on? I seem to have seen mountains, rivers, birds and beasts. Could it be that they are all from this painting? Did I just enter the world in the painting?"
Grandpa said seriously: "This is the first level of practicing the Han Family Heavenly Book. This painting is a test."
"The Book of Heaven? Test?" I was puzzled. Grandpa explained: "This painting is a rubbing. Legend has it that my ancestors of the Han family accidentally obtained a heavenly book and a scroll of paintings, and obtained the inheritance of the taboo master. It has been passed down to this day. Only this rubbing has been passed down from generation to generation. If any Han family child can enter the world of this painting, he can obtain inheritance. On the contrary, he can only be a child of the side branch and live his life in a mediocre way. In the past, he did not know that
How many Han family members are blocked by this first level and cannot understand the mystery in their entire life. On the contrary, since the family violated the taboo, their children gradually withered, but their abilities have continued to improve. Thinking back to the time, when my grandfather looked at this picture, it took him a whole month to realize the feeling of being in the scene. It was already very difficult. I didn’t expect that you would have some insights when you first saw it. It seems that my Han family is hopeful for revitalization, and the Han family is hopeful..."
Looking at my grandfather’s excited look, although I didn’t understand much, I was also very happy, so I said, “Grandpa, if I say so, I can practice it?”
"No, it's not that simple yet. Entering the illusion in the painting is only the first step. When can you thoroughly comprehend the essence of the painting and understand the power of nature, you can carry out the next step of practice. Otherwise, your foundation is unstable and will only harm you." Grandpa shook his head and said, but he could still feel his joy in his words.
"Then...what else should I do?"
"Look at the painting! In the future, you will bring this painting with you. When will you read it and fully understand it? The foundation of this first level of martial arts will be practiced."
I couldn't help but be stunned: "No, grandpa, such a powerful Han family's forbidden method, you can practice the first level of martial arts by just looking at the painting?"
Grandpa was in a good mood and laughed: "Of course not. You can read the painting first. I will teach you how to write after a while."
"Writing? Grandpa, I can write. I'm fifteen years old and I'm going to high school soon..."
"Haha, I'm sure you've never written the words that my grandfather taught you to write, or even seen them..."
Grandpa narrowed his eyes, and patted my head with a sense of pride in his tone.
I have never written or seen the word? What exactly is it? I was curious, but nodded in a vague way. I felt that my destiny seemed to change from this day on.
However, my grandfather’s five-year life span and Mr. Ma’s words before his death were tied in my mind. The longer my life span, the shorter my life span. Could it be that what my grandfather borrowed was not just my life span, but also mine?
If I count this way, wouldn’t my life be only ten years left?
Since I was a child, my grandfather was the supreme and majesty in my heart. I never doubted what he said. I thought to myself, maybe my grandfather has his difficulties, and I will know some things sooner or later.
In the following days, my grandfather forced me to look at the scroll every day, and I no longer care about anything else. It was just a very strange thing. When I first saw the scroll, the wonderful feeling did not appear again. No matter how I looked, it was just an ordinary ancient painting.
So, every day, I stared at the painting except for eating and sleeping, and saw my neck hard, my eyes sore, and I was drowsy, but the painting still did not change at all.
I also tried to imitate my grandfather's appearance, pierced my fingers, and dripped blood. The drop of blood dripped into the painting just like the first time, and then penetrated into it. In a moment, there was no trace, but the feeling of flying in the air and immersive still did not appear.
By the way, my grandfather also told me that the two companions who went up the mountain with me that day had actually returned home long ago. They were sent out of the mountain in a daze. When they woke up, they couldn't find me. They couldn't help but be afraid and ran home. On the way, they happened to meet my grandfather who was looking for me. After my grandfather knew the whole story, he rushed up the mountain regardless of everything. With the instinct of the taboo master, he arrived at the cave in time and saved me.
As for the purse I crushed that day, it was a ghost sealed by my grandfather. Because my grandfather had kindness to it before, he was willing to be sealed in the purse, saved me once, and then left after repaying it. And the reason why my grandfather went up the mountain to find me that day was that he received the news from it.
During the summer vacation, I was competing with this scroll, and Mr. Ma's disappearance became a major news in the local area. However, after the two companions told their experiences, people felt more and more strange. After running to his residence, they dug out human bones in the ground. Only then did they realize that Mr. Ma was not a good person, and became more and more afraid, so they simply burned his house. From then on, no one mentioned this mysterious bone refiner who refined bones and pharmacy again.
Just as the summer vacation was about to end, I finally experienced the feeling of being in the picture again. In this regard, my grandfather said that the reason why I could easily realize it for the first time was because I didn’t know what the picture was, and I had no distractions and no knots. But since I learned that the picture was a treasure of the Han family and the first level of practicing the Han family’s forbidden laws, I had knots in my heart. Therefore, I spent an extra month to re-enter the realm in the painting.
Unfortunately, I was about to leave my grandfather and go to high school in the town. Before leaving, my grandfather packed my bags and stuffed the scroll into my package, along with the three big words he wrote temporarily, and a letter.
"The most important thing for your high school task is to fully realize the power in the picture. Also, write these three words well and wait until you can write these three words in one go. Even if you complete the first step, you will not waste your time in high school. When you encounter difficulties in writing, take it out and take a look..."
I was a little stunned. Other parents and elders always reminded me to study hard when they send their children to school. My grandfather is so good. In the whole three years of high school, I asked me to read a painting and write three words... It is equivalent to writing one word a year. How difficult is this word to write?
I looked down at the three big characters in my hand, but I was a little surprised because I didn't even recognize any of these four characters. Moreover, the font was very strange, with slender shapes and complex strokes. It was said that they were characters, but I looked like a talisman painted by a Taoist priest.
"Grandpa, are you sure this is a word? What are you pronounced?"
"You don't have to worry about this anymore. Anyway, it's just a word, three years and three words. Just concentrate on writing. If you can't write well, don't come back to see me... Oh, by the way, don't lose your studies. At least you can try to get into a university. Only by walking out of this valley can my Han family have hope..."
Grandpa seemed to finally remember that I would take the college entrance exam in the future. However, after a few words of advice, he stopped talking and looked straight at me, his lips twitched, his face seemed to be a little glowing, but his eyes were full of reluctance.
Only then did I realize that my grandfather, who had been straightening his back in my eyes, was already a little hunched at this time.
Chapter completed!