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Go to the end of the museum. This is the painting area. Thomas stops in front of an oil painting. "Do you know this painting, Huo?"
This oil painting is a cloudy day. A shining figure falls from the clouds, and the ground is dark red. Se is like a blood-stained arm sticking out from the ground, like welcoming the falling person.
Huo Junzhong shook his head and said it was not white.
"This painting was painted by an China painter in the Alps more than 100 years ago. His paintings have never entered the market. It is known to outsiders by the collection of Count Dodini’s family, an Italian aristocratic family with a thousand years. The only painting is that this generation of Count Dodini passed away five years ago. He has no children and his only daughter, Sanlet, inherited the property of Dodini’s family. She is the curator of this museum. Students donated this painting to the museum."
"More than a hundred years ago?" Huo Junzhong was stunned. Although he was not close to his grandfather, he could not learn at home because he was weak from childhood. Master Huo still taught him a lot of knowledge about painting and sculpture, such as ancient prose. This oil painter has a solid foundation. Although the painting is a long-term vision, he can’t see the face, which makes the oil painting the most powerful and realistic. However, the light and shadow are still struggling. The whole painting is full of losers’ anger. This is definitely something that only people with excellent talents can draw. But at that time, China was still out of the dark ages, and the national culture was distorted and blocked. Even talented people
"This painting is that Lucifer was knocked down to heaven and fell into hell after the World War II."
Huo Junzhong said, "Lucifer? Many comic books have him playing against the emperor archangel. "
Thomas said, "I don’t suppose you believe in Emperor?"
Huo Junzhong said, "I am not a Christian."
Thomas smiled. "I’m not someone. The story of Lucifer’s resistance to the emperor is a metaphor, which means resistance to fate. What do you think fate is?"
Huo Junzhong pondered and replied, "Destiny is a choice."
"In the painter’s view, fate is from" Thomas said seriously. "He believes that fate is human beings, who make a set of laws in their own consciousness, and must be washed away from fate because if they don’t obey it, fate is heaven. He is stronger than human beings, and he will still be destroyed by fate after refusing to bow to human beings."
Huo Junzhong said, "Man is not always untouched by all the heavenly ways in the world."
Thomas smiled slightly. "The word" Heaven "has also been heard in this volume of scripture. Do you think heaven and fate are one?"
This ordinary sentence is like a lightning strike in Huo Junzhong’s mind, and he even stopped thinking for a moment.
Heaven?
Fate?
Fate?
Heaven?
In my mind, it seems that these two words are hovering earth-shaking. These two words suddenly merge together and suddenly turn into two dragons, killing each other and flying scales in Huo Jun’s mind.
In the end, the two dragons disappeared, and the world was in chaos. It was a spiral that was more profound than huge, but it was all-inclusive.
Huo Junzhong’s consciousness was spinning at the moment, and his consciousness seemed to be trapped in a spiral.
In this instant, Dan, who has been condensed into a shape, suddenly swelled up and swallowed Huo Junzhong’s consciousness, so that Huo Junzhong felt that the world was dark, and he was sleeping in a chaos like an egg.
The subtle sounds in the silent world expanded rapidly and swallowed up heaven and earth.
Two sounds burst in the corner of the world at the same time.
Destiny is inviolable!
My life is up to me. God!
In this heavy thunderous sound roaring in Huo Junzhong’s ear, Huo Junzhong will have concentration and endurance. When he earns it, he can hear it click. The dark world is as broken as an eggshell, and the dazzling light shines to him.
Huo Junzhong couldn’t see anything when he finally regained his vision, but he suddenly found himself still in the museum, still in front of the painting.
Huo Junzhong took a step back with horror. What does this painting contain?
Then it dawned on him to look at Thomas. "Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? "
"Did you just find out, Xiao Huo? You should pay more attention to it. This is the president of the Wizards Association and the dean of the Avalon Academy of Wizardry. He has the golden title: Golden Magician Thomas 226: Lord Maguire." It is almost a small night that appears beside the two of them. Although Thomas seems great, he respects him with ridicule and hostility.
Thomas was a little surprised. "It’s Miss Yongcun. Is this your master’s brother? It won’t be surprising if Zhu Zhenren can teach such a good brother, but the difference between the temperament of this young man and Zhu Zhenren is too big. "
Huo Junzhong took a step back again. "I’m not Zhu Daoyou’s brother."
Thomas saw Huo Junzhong on guard and smiled. "Little friends need to be nervous. I’m not malicious to you."
Huo Junzhong, think about it. If he wants to hurt himself, he’s already dead just now.
"Mr Thomas, did you just cast a spell on me?"
Thomas shrugged his shoulders and started at such a big age, but it gave people a free and easy feeling. "I didn’t realize that you just entered this painting. It’s not my magic. Can you tell me what you see in this painting? Is there something wrong with Huo Jun? Can Thomas still understand the mystery of this painting? Huo Junzhong was just sucked into the soul by the power in the painting, but instead of feeling hurt, Dan was more energetic.
It’s not difficult to cultivate Jiedan. After condensation, the Jiedan can transport the primordial energy in the opposite direction, input it into the mud pill palace of the head through the heaven and earth bridge, and then combine with the soul and coordinate with the flesh to form the flesh.
If you can’t input the vitality of Danhua into the Mud Pill Palace, the condensate Dan is called fake Dan, which is also called external Dan.
Only the root of physical strength that can make Dan vitality can be called then.
Huo Junzhong broke through nine turns in destroying the shadow ghost and its Y and N firepower. Then Dan entered the second turn for the first time. However, although Dan was tangible, it was not stable. The combination of jade liquid and soul gave birth to Yuan Shen, which turned Dan into a physical force.
However, a trip to Huojun’s Dantian, where the dragon and tiger meet, is full of vitality, which prevents the Dantian from being imported into the Mud Pill Palace. Only at this moment can Huojun be regarded as the second floor of the road.
However, although the power in the painting benefited Huo Junzhong a lot, he really explained what he saw and felt in the painting because he saw nothing and felt nothing.
Thomas asked Huo Junzhong, "Don’t you know the source of strength in this painting, Mr. Thomas?"
Thomas said with a wry smile, "I don’t know if this is a different force from our magic. I have no idea. Since this painting was exhibited here, I will come here to see it sometimes, but it has never been shown to me."
Yongcun Saya sneers but has no words.
Huo Junzhong has a good impression on Thomas. He wants to know the secret of this painting, but he didn’t collect it to study it privately. The president of the Magic Association is not a greedy man. "May I know what you want to know about the mystery of this painting? You have a lot more valuable things than this painting, don’t you? "
Thomas did not answer, but directly asked, "Will a great doctor of physics know anything about biology?"
Huo Junzhong shook his head and said, "Not everyone’s ability and experience are limited after all. No one can know all the knowledge in the world."
Thomas nodded with satisfaction. "You are so enthusiastic. You are a yogi and a gas refiner. Can you understand your knowledge of the eastern yogi?"
Huo Junzhong shook his head again. "How is it possible to know only the Taoist cultivation method, just like a vast ocean? A person can see his progress all his life. Even if the old gentleman is reborn, it is impossible to know the Taoist practice, let alone the Buddhist martial arts, swords, immortals and sorceries."
Thomas said, "Just like this, the magic field is an ocean where no one can explore all the knowledge. At the age of 20, I was recognized by the magic tower, passed the test of the magic teacher and won the gold title. After 50 years of research, I felt more and more limited in manpower. However, in the history of wizards, after only five years of study, one person successfully crossed the limit and became the only great magic teacher with the holy title for a thousand years. His name is Qing Chan."
Huo Junzhong’s eyebrows trembled slightly, and he was almost rude. The name Green Toad was both familiar and unfamiliar to him. This person and he were a great deal. Green Toad was a virtual Taoist who took the road of practice to lead passers-by. In those days, Virtual Taoist came to Europe with the heart of saving the country and was employed by people to translate a batch of ancient China documents, but together with another translator, Green Toad stole the jade slips of these documents and followed Green Toad to practice hard in the Alps for nearly a hundred years, forgetting the original purpose, forgetting the nation, friends and family, and forgetting love and hate. By the time he learned something, it became
The family lost the country and broke the history of loyalty to the imperial court. Loyalty to the monarch turned out to be just the culprit that harmed the country.
Lord Xu Tao was hit by this, and he had already entered the innate Tao, suffered a great loss and entered the world of mortals. After he could never get rid of the world of mortals, he went to practice alone and lived a life full of regrets until he met Huo Junzhong, who sacrificed all his mana and laid the foundation in three months.
In Xu Dao’s life, all the changes lie in meeting Qing Chan, just like in Huo Jun’s life, no matter what will happen in the future, the most important turning point in his life lies in meeting Xu Dao.
Mr. Xu Dao didn’t tell Mr. Huo Jun about the details of the young toad. He refused to call him Master Huo Junzhong, and as far as he knew, the young toad also refused Mr. Xu Dao’s request to learn from him.
When Thomas spoke, his eyes kept on painting, but he couldn’t find Huo Junzhong’s reaction when he heard the name green toad.
Huo Junzhong asked, "What happened to him?"
"Dead," whispered the night. "Zhu Zhenren once told him something. Qing Chan once instructed Zhu Zhenren when he was a child, but Zhu Zhenren also became his enemy when he was besieged. Zhu Zhenren lost his feet in that battle."
This matter virtual way ye didn’t HuoJunZhong surprised the method to cover up "what? Master Qingchan is not a bad person, is he? "
Thomas sighed, "He was my best friend and idol at the Magic Tower, and he showed me a lot. He was not a bad guy, but he chose to force us to fight. It was the saddest war in a thousand years, and we all lost a lot."
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