Vol 8 Chapter 51: Jianzhen handwriting

In the smoky surroundings, Fang Lin tore off a curtain to cover his nose and mouth, but the acrid breath still strongly transmitted to the end of his nose, Emerson coughed loudly, his face purple. Fang Lin punched him on the fixed interrogation chair. The back of the interrogation chair was connected to the wall, and more than ten screw caps suddenly twisted and jumped out of the wall. . In the dust flying, Fang Lin had already stepped on the interrogation chair, brute force mixed with clever force, and sent Emerson with a chair and turned it out to the outside!
The chair was originally made of steel, but when the flesh passing through the outside was blurred, the foot of the chair even emitted white smoke, as if soaked in sulfuric acid, and the corrosive force was so terrible! Although Emerson was able to complete the task as long as he died, it is clear that the achievement points that he brought back alive would undoubtedly be higher.
The body of the licker is still undergoing a slight explosion, and many cotton bugs are jumping out of it, bouncing and rolling on the ground. Fang Lin flicked his fingers, and Emerson's body immediately appeared a strange shield surrounded by blue flames. Although it lasted for less than 1 second, it was enough to protect him from being invaded by these worms. As soon as the bug hit the fire shield, it seemed that the moth fluttered into smoke.
Fang Lin turned his head and looked at the wall where Emerson was detained, then looked down. A scroll of scrolls piled up on the ground. It seems that when he and the Thunderer jointly shot down the plane, the severe shock caused the painting to fall.
However, Fang Lin did not immediately reach out to pick it up, but patted it on the redwood desk next to it, which instantly caused this giant thing to burn, and then he pushed the redwood desk flat forward. When approaching the painting, he suddenly clenched his left hand, which was also burning with blue flames!
With a bang, the mahogany desk exploded, and the room was filled with a devastating flame of blue in an instant. Only the painting was safe and sound under Fang Lin's deliberate protection!
The space on the plane is inherently small. Here is the hidden secret room. The flame was really roasting everywhere. Furiously lit everything that could be ignited, and Fang Lin's face showed a cold smile:
"Not out yet?"
Inside the wreckage of the mahogany desk, weird black shadows of the size of four or five fists suddenly flew out, and it turned out to be bats covered with black hairs all over the body. The eyes were red, as if they had sucked more human blood. . Under these bats' paws are a few small jars, which are filled with purple-black liquid. Seeing Fang Lin seemed to meet his enemies, and screamed and flew over. Fang Lin's gentle smile on his face was unharmed, but he extended his left hand and aimed straight ahead.
The blue flames were like waves crashing on the coast. Hit the side bulkhead, burned down all the tapestry decorations, and then, by the force of the flyback, rolled up one by one! Eroded the body of those four or five bats!
Suddenly, the bodies of these bats also burned with a light blue flame, which slammed into a blazing fire. The small pots under their paws were incinerated by the flames and turned into a flame. A little bit of liquid material dripped on the floor. Purple-black smoke came out. Instantly purified by flames.
It's just that the bats are still fierce, and they still spin and crash. Fang Lin looked faintly, and there was a sting in his eyes. The bats turned into a fire group and were continuously eroded in the air. The flight speed was getting slower and slower. Finally, when he was less than half a meter away from Fang Lin, his body suddenly burst into the ground. A large group of blazing blue flames erupted and crashed onto the floor. Into ashes.
Fang Lin continued to "wash" the room thoroughly with his own flame. Then the flame was extinguished, and the scroll was picked up peacefully. Take a look. I can only see that the surface of the painting is quite dirty and old, but on it is a pair of ink landscapes, vast and empty, a peak standing upright in the smoky rain, leaving the world out of the sky, and wants to pierce the sky.
On the nearby peak, a warrior waved a long sword, which seemed to cut the sky, and a deep, indignant air was coming out from the ink dripping. The whole painting and the ancient fan are completely natural. Interactive shine!
And there are as many as seven or eight obscure titles next to it, or they are ancient and simple, or they are clumsy and flexible, or they are solid and thick, or they are soaring and lofty. They will give full play to the character of the person who wrote the pen. Very proficient, but I know in the heart that these fan inscriptions alone are very valuable. (Note: the inscription may not be written in your own name, for example, you can write: the name stays through the ages, heaven and earth, etc.).
The clearest one is two words:
Jianzhen!
A monk from the Tang Dynasty in China, a descendant of the Rizong Nanshan Sect, the founder of the Japanese Buddhist Ruzong, a famous medical scientist and calligrapher. The Japanese people call Jian Zhen "the balance of the scales", meaning that his achievements are enough to represent the roof of the culture of the scales (meaning peak). Was revered as the first ancestor of Japanese law. In 756, Emperor Xiaoqian appointed him as the monk capital to manage the affairs of Japanese monks and Buddhas, and later came to build the Tangti Temple of the Tang Dynasty. Through the spread of knowledge, the establishment of the Zhou Tian civilians, and the establishment of one of the six sects of Japanese Buddhism. Luzong continued to carry forward the cause of Buddhism. Tangzhaoti Temple soon became a Buddhist shrine in Japan. In the real world, it still lasts forever!
------- And when Jian Zhen went to Japan a total of six times, he was blinded by the fifth time, so how this picture was drawn became a mystery, it is likely that The legendary "heart eye".
------- It can be inferred that the value of this painting is conceivable!
Fang Lin nodded slightly, knowing that it should be this thing. He watched the warrior on the painting waving his sword to the sky, in the spirit of vigor, without losing his vigorous and flexible movements, the momentum seemed to be wild enough to cut through the sky, the soothing and domineering calmness ... Without losing the rhythm of violence. Suddenly Fang Lin thought of the scene of a movie seen in the real world:
In the Young and Dangerous Series, the villain played by Zhang Yaoyang listened to the blue Danube with MP3 (player?). (Uh, there may be a mistake, because it is a world-renowned piano song). He nodded nervously and lifted the victim from ten. Drop it upstairs ...
He picked up the hanging scroll of the painting and went out. The blood lick of the licker on the ground could not cause any trouble to Fang Lin, and a blazing blue flame was already burning under his feet. Those liquids with strong corrosiveness did not bother him. Fang Lin went out step by step. Lin Yinshou waiting outside has begun to contact him:
"Aruf's has returned with the elite troops. At least twenty minutes will be here."
Fang Lin answered and knew, and put the pair of hanging shafts in the public space of the KOF contract, and strode out. As soon as he got out of the plane, he saw that Emerson, who was loosely bound, was eating the Master ’s crispy noodles like a starving ghost, and drank Wahaha mineral water. There were two beautiful hams in his fingers The intestine, sighed comfortably after eating, and took the 56th road that was so gloomy as a poisonous snake
"Dude, do you have any cigarettes? Take the root and suck."
No. 56 was stunned, but still took out a pack of Hilton from his arms, and was about to unpack. Emerson had directly taken the pack of cigarettes, skillfully pulled out one, and ran to Fang Lin and hit a ring finger. , The thorny road:
"Dude, fire."
Fang Lin looked at the situation. If he could really touch a lighter, the cooked iron would also be corrupted, and smiled slightly:
"It needs fire, but no lighter."
"Then fire, then fire," Emerson said impatiently. This guy is a good example of a white wolf with no gloves and no fire.
Fang Lin rubbed his fingers and blew, and a blue flame popped up from the tip of his index finger. Emerson was stunned, but still holding his face and holding a cigarette, Fang Lin slightly smiled forward. , The blue flame shouted and the whole cigarette was instantly burned into ashes. Emerson still kept the posture of borrowing fire. When the wind blew, the ashes scattered, and Emerson's mouth was left. A neat filter ...
"I only have this kind of fire ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Fang Lin smiled enthusiastically:" If you don't think it is appropriate, you can go and see him. "
The person Fang Lin said was naturally the Thunderer, and the Thunderer said with a somber face:
"I never smoke."
There was a flash of lightning in his hand, and he chuckled in front of Emerson who was about to come forward. This guy could only laugh. Suddenly, a dry, thin, insignificant man was drilled behind Fang Lin. Two big yellow teeth were exposed outside, and he smiled brilliantly:
"Mr. Is it hot?"
The wheel of history slowly turned, staggering the trajectories of these two legendary characters ..... Emerson, the empty glove White Wolf, met Mao Guoba Yan (En En, you read it right, I did not fight Wrong) Craftsman Fu, how beautiful and magnificent stories will happen. (Wow haha, we also read the classic lines of an overhead alien world.)
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