"I know!"
"I know!"
In the inner hall.
After Zhu Rong finished his words, the old man recalled what had happened.
He suddenly exclaimed.
He was surprised and delighted, and his expression seemed to be uncontrollable.
In the outer hall, Zhu Biao and Zhu Yunshi heard the commotion and quickly ran in.
Seeing the old man's expression, the two of them had already guessed something.
"Father, have you guessed the answer?" Zhu Biao asked in surprise and disbelief.
They had thought for so long just now, but they were all wrong.
And now, the old man had only come in once and suddenly understood?
How was this possible?
At this moment.
The old man turned around.
He didn't seem to hear Zhu Biao's voice.
He was still muttering to himself.
"Wrong!"
"Wrong!"
Zhu Biao was stunned. Why was he wrong again?
What was the old man saying?
The next moment, the old man came to Zhu Biao's side and grabbed his shoulders.
"Our previous guess was wrong!”
"All wrong!"
Zhu Biao was anxious.
The old man didn't finish his sentence at once and insisted on spitting out half of it. He really didn't know what to do.
"Imperial Grandfather, don't be agitated. Speak carefully and slowly!”
Zhu Yunhao quickly advised.
Imperial Grandfather was getting on in years, and he couldn't afford to be so agitated.
Zhu Biao, who had reacted, quickly patted the old man's back to calm his breathing.
Only a dumbfounded Zhu Rong was left behind.
He had no idea what the old man was talking about.
He just subconsciously felt that it had something to do with this painting.
"We were wrong!"
At this moment.
The old man finally calmed down, but he pointed at the eight pictures in front of him.
He enunciated each word.
He told Zhu Biao his thoughts.
"Here…are eight pictures!"
"And what we were thinking about previously were all the seven pictures subconsciously!”
"In these eight words, apart from my name in my early years, there are also the words 'Painting Comprehension' and 'Heavy Eight Self-Opening.”
"The eighth layer should also mean the eighth picture…"
"Only when we re-examine the eighth picture will we have our own answer.”
As the old man spoke his thoughts word by word.
Zhu Biao's eyes widened slowly.
For a moment.
Listening to the old man's explanation, he felt that he had finally touched the edge.
But…
But he could not enter.
"Father, even if it is related to the eighth picture, we still don't know what the seventh picture means.”
" Moreover, these pictures are very clear. They clearly want us to guess the answer of the first seven pictures and then use the eighth picture to verify it…"
Zhu Biao wanted to continue…
However…
At this moment, the old man had already opened his palm!
"No!" he said with certainty. "Wrong!"
Zhu Biao was puzzled." Wrong?"
The old man perked up.
At this moment, his eyes were shining. As the old man spoke of his thoughts, the thoughts in his mind became clearer.
The most correct answer seemed to be approaching step by step.
"Look, Biao 'er, whether it's in the morning court, Huang Zicheng's nonsense!”
"It's still the correct answer that we haven't explained yet.”
"In fact, there is a main line that shuttles between these seven pictures.”
"Among them, although Huang Zicheng was wrong, he explained the first seven pictures with the main line of the Ming Dynasty and us.”
"And the interpretation of the painting is exactly like this. In a hundred people, there may be a hundred thoughts!”
"Who can say who is wrong and who is right?”
Even Zhu Biao himself was confused by the old man's words.
"Imperial Father, do you mean that anyone can use their own ideas to solve it?”
"But, this is clearly an answer regarding Imperial Mother…"
The old man raised his hand.
"Listen to me first."”
" Logically speaking, if there is a literary conference now, and there is a calligraphy scroll by Wang Xizhi or a painting by Daoist Wu…"
"Is it possible that…anyone can see their own understanding from it.”
This time.
Zhu Biao understood.
He nodded to show that he understood!
"And there is no first place in literature.”Then, the old man suddenly changed the topic and said,
"But…"
"These eight paintings are different! It was also what made them different!”
"The first seven paintings can be explained as you wish.”
"But no matter what, we can't lose the eighth painting!”
"The eighth painting…is the real finishing touch.”
"That's true. It's the finishing touch to specially limit the main lines of the answers to the first seven pictures!”
The old man said.
He spoke slower and slower.
However…
The correct answer was almost blurted out!
"That's why!"
"As your second brother said just now…your mother's paintings are the most important part of these paintings!”
"Biao Er, it's not just a verification function!”
"It's also the last painting that we have to participate in and understand!”
"And before this, because of our preconceived notions, we first saw the portrait of our Empress.”
"That's why we ignored it.”
"But in reality, we have been wrong all along.”
"If I guess according to the original seven pictures!”
"The seventh painting is blank. Perhaps it really is fading!”
"However, things are different now.”
"There are now eight diagrams, all connected together!”
When the old man said this, even his body was trembling.
At this moment…
Fortunately, the old master waved his hand and directly said the answer!
"And the last one…is of your mother!”
"In other words, the blank space in the seventh picture is no longer fading!”
"Because there is still the eighth diagram!”
"Therefore, everything we guessed about the seventh picture was naturally wrong!”
At this moment.
If Zhu Biao still couldn't react.
That meant he was really stupid.
Because Zhu Yunhao had already reacted.
He widened his eyes in surprise and disbelief.
His eyes were filled with horror!
"But Imperial Grandfather, how is this possible?!”
Zhu Biao was stunned on the spot.
Because the thought in his heart was too inconceivable.
His eyes were filled with shock.
His voice was trembling!
"Father…"
"No…it can't be?"
At this moment,
The old man's expression was also a little unbearable.
His eyes were red. He had figured out all the answers.
His expression was one of unprecedented shock.
"Yeah, it can't be…"
He murmured.
However, in the next moment.
The old master's voice suddenly became resolute!
He looked at the eighth picture.
He waved his sleeve.
He said with absolute certainty. "But this is the real answer!”
"Only by putting the eighth diagram into it will I be able to explain it. That is the only limited…correct answer!”
The old master had not said anything.
This was also the main storyline that Big Sun had told him in his dream.
Eldest Sun had once told him that a husband and wife would get to know each other, quarrel, and part until the end!
He subconsciously used the seventh picture as the ending!
But if…
The blank space on the seventh card wasn't the ending that he understood?
Who said that…a blank space was always the ending?
There was still the eighth picture!
And our empress is the last picture!
In other words!
The main storyline between them…
There was no end to it!
Put it another way!
That was…
Their fate continued!
But how could he continue?
At this moment, as all kinds of thoughts became more and more solid!
The old man's guess had become a certainty!
At this moment!
The old man had already walked to the front of the eight portraits!
His voice was solemn.
It was filled with all kinds of emotions.
"In other words, if everything we said is right!”
"In that case, the blank space in the seventh picture.”
The old man took down the seventh picture.
His gaze fell on Empress Ma's portrait, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.
"It's not fading away, nor is it parting with the world!”
"But…"
At this moment.
The old man had already completed the seventh painting.
It coincided with Empress Ma's portrait!
He shouted his answer in an extremely certain tone!
"A blank decade!"
Swoosh!
On the eighth portrait.
At the center.
A mark similar to a full moon slowly appeared on the scroll!
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