My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"don't know."

Lu Zijia answered bluntly, not at all embarrassed because he didn't know how to appreciate paintings.

After all, in the comprehension world where the weak eat the strong, cultivators are busy cultivating, looking for opportunities, or researching techniques. How can there be time to play with poetry and painting?

For people in the realm of self-cultivation, reciting poetry and painting is to play with things and lose their minds, and they do not know how to make progress.

She is a cultivator who is well-versed in all techniques and strives to become immortal, but she can't play with things.

Song Zixuan didn't know what she was thinking. If she knew, she would be speechless, right?

"I don't understand, so what are you looking at?" Song Zixuan was speechless when he heard Lu Zijia's answer.

"Look at the frame."

Lu Zijia still raised his head and replied casually.

Song Zixuan, "..."

Is this woman here to tease him on purpose?

Suddenly, Song Zixuan seemed to think of something and asked, "Is there something wrong with this painting?"

Lu Zijia shook his head, "No."

Just when Song Zixuan wanted to ask something else, Lu Zijia spoke again, "There is a problem with the frame."

Song Zixuan, "..."

Can't this woman say it all at once!

Song Zixuan took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth, "What's wrong with the picture frame?"

Lu Zijia didn't answer immediately this time, but looked away from the picture frame, and his eyes quickly fell on the stone mountain enshrined on the left side of the living room.

The stone mountain was about sixty centimeters long and ninety centimeters high, like a miniature version of the mountain.

"You are talking!"

Seeing that Lu Zijia ignored him, Song Zixuan couldn't help but urged.

Lu Zijia retracted his gaze and focused his attention on the two-meter-high picture frame on the wall.

"This picture frame is made of a coffin, and the wood is still a hundred years old.

Because the coffin is nourished by the demonic energy of the coffin owner for a long time, the 100-year-old yin tree has been upgraded to a 500-year yin tree. "

What Lu Zijia said indifferently was a thunderbolt in Song Zixuan's ears.

Although he didn't know the specific harm of yin wood, his intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Miss Lu Er, what are you saying is true or false, and how did you find out?"

Fang Yueqiu originally wanted to pretend to go to the kitchen, passing by and eavesdropping on what her son was whispering to Lu Zijia.

Unexpectedly, she heard the words that shocked her heart.

If it weren't for the support of his bone-shattering good upbringing, he would definitely have lost his way now.

Lu Zijia shrugged helplessly, "I just saw it with my eyes."

Many things in the world cannot be explained clearly. If you really want to explain it, you can only say that she is talented?

Thinking that Lu Zijia was perfunctory to her, Fang Yueqiu's face couldn't help sinking.

However, it did not reach the point of anger.

"Will this picture frame affect our Song family?"

Song Zixuan actually wanted to ask if this picture frame was the real murderer who killed his grandmother.

It's just that when he blurted out, he just changed his words.

Obviously, he was still afraid that the answer Lu Zijia said was not the answer he wanted.

Lu Zijia nodded as a matter of course, "Of course, yin wood is the favorite thing of the magic cultivator, and there are people with bad intentions who will use the yin wood to do wicked things.

When you put such a large piece of yin tree in your home, isn't it obvious that you are attracting demon cultivators to your home?

Moreover, the yin wood will also gather demonic energy, and the living beings are invaded by demonic energy. "

PS: Guess, darlings, who gave this painting to the Song family? No prize if you don't guess, no prize if you guess, hahahaha~