Chapter 1787 The pen holder that absorbs interest

  After answering Fu Xiyan's question, Gu Zhiqi looked sideways at Fu Xiyan and asked, "Fu Yingying's paintings are all in the studio?"

  Fu Xiyan shook his head, "No."

  “She started painting at a very young age. Besides painting at home, she also paints at school, and she sells a lot of them every year. Her paintings are also hung in many art galleries.”

  After thinking for a while, Fu Xiyan said to Gu Zhiqi: "For example, there are several pieces in the Imperial Art Museum."

   Before Fu Yingying was not the third child in their family, as long as Fu Yingying had any requests, Fu Xiyan would try her best to satisfy her.

  For example, go to an art exhibition where Fu Yingying's paintings are exhibited.

  Listening to Fu Xiyan's questioning, Gu Zhiqi nodded and did not speak again.

  Fu Xiyan asked: "Can Grandpa's breath and luck be taken back?"

  Gu Zhiqi pondered for two seconds before saying: "Life can only be recovered partly, and luck... you have to find someone who can get luck first."

   Obviously, Mr. Fu has been sucked out of a lot of life, and that painting is only a small part of it.

  The rest of life should be put into other places.

   And luck...

   So far, it is still unknown whether the luck is on Fu Yingying or not.

  The mysterious master who extracted the old man's vitality and luck has a very high level of cultivation, probably even higher than her cultivation level.

  So, she couldn't figure out where the rest of her life and luck went.

   I just don't know if the mysterious master who took away Mr. Fu's luck and vitality is the same person who took Fu Yingying away.

  After listening to Gu Zhiqi's answer, Fu Xiyan was silent, and then continued to ask: "What should I do to recover my interest?"

  Gu Xiyue told him about the importance of life.

  If you take back some of your life interest, it is not impossible to prolong the life of the old man first, and then slowly regain your luck and the rest of your life.

  Gu Zhiqi: "Get the painting first."

  So Gu Zhiqi and the three returned to the studio.

  After entering the studio, Meng Yunhe looked at Gu Zhiqi and asked, "Master Gu, how did Fu Yingying trap her luck into the painting?"

   After thinking for a long time, Meng Yunhe didn't understand.

  Fu Yingying is not a mysterious master, she simply cannot trap the life of the old man in the painting.

  Gu Zhiqi scanned the messy studio, and finally fixed his gaze on a certain place, and walked over there.

   Seeing this, Meng Yunhe and Fu Xiyan immediately followed.

  Gu Zhiqi picked up a pen holder from the ground and handed it to Meng Yunhe, "Depend on this."

  Meng Yunhe:?

   "A pen holder?"

  While muttering, Meng Yunhe reached out to take the pen holder, then turned it over and over again, studying the pen holder.

   After a long time, he looked at Gu Zhiqi suspiciously, "It seems like nothing."

  Gu Zhiqi was squatting on the ground to pick up the oil paint brushes on the ground, when he heard Meng Yunhe's words, he said to him without raising his head, "Destroy it and try."

  Meng Yunhe's eyes were filled with doubts, but he still tried to destroy the pen holder as the caregiver Zhiqi said, and this attempt made him discover the problem.

  However, he was still a little uncertain, looked at Gu Zhiqi, and said tentatively, "It seems that a formation is engraved on the pen holder."

   It is completely invisible to the naked eye.

   He couldn't find out even if he used Yuanli to test it. Only when he tried to destroy the pen holder, did he faintly feel that he seemed to have touched a formation, which was a very secret formation.

   "Master Gu, is this pen holder sucking my great-aunt's life away? Then why did it go to..." Before he finished speaking, Meng Yunhe saw the oil paintbrush in Gu Zhiqi's hand.

  (end of this chapter)