In addition to Jiang Yantian, the other three pairs of eyes looked at Ji Chu and landed on the scroll.
Unbelievably.
The painting is so lifelike, it feels like you are stepping out of the painting.
On the scroll there is a man and a woman.
The behavior is quite affectionate.
The woman leaned on the man's shoulder, her face full of happiness.
One of them is the fellow Daoist Fuqing in front of me.
What surprised them the most was actually the woman.
The figure is graceful and the temperament is ethereal.
She and fellow Daoist Fuqing were standing in a sea of blooming epiphyllum flowers.
Wearing a plain white gauze, her clothes fluttered in the wind.
His face is absolutely beautiful!
The facial features are as exquisite as being carefully carved!
Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her eyes are like stars in autumn water, her nose is straight and straight, and her lips are like cherry blossoms.
That appearance, that charm, that independent temperament.
Just like Ji Chu!
No, it should be said that the woman in this scroll is Ji Chu!!!
Exactly.
The three bearded men seemed to have been immobilized!
The eyes almost bulge out!
After reading the scroll, he looked at Ji Chu extremely stiffly.
Go back and forth and confirm again and again.
Confirm again and again, the two faces overlap perfectly!
Even the tiny cinnabar-like beauty marks at the corners of the eyes are exactly the same!
Ji Chu"Hi!!!"
The bearded man took a deep breath.
He covered his mouth with his huge palms to prevent his screams from escaping!
Liu Mang was also stunned.
And Qin Yuan, it was like being struck to pieces by divine lightning!
His eyes were as wide as bells!
There was a roar in my mind.
There is only one thought roaring crazily, "Impossible, how is this possible?"
Fuqing's long-dead wife, why does she look exactly the same as her junior sister?
Not bad at all?
This is definitely an illusion and a trap!
As for Ji Chu himself.
When I saw the scroll just now, I was already dumbfounded.
She seemed to be frozen.
The blood all over his body seemed to surge to the top of his head instantly.
And was completely drained the next moment!
Her expression changed from shock to disbelief.
She subconsciously raised her hand and stroked her cheek with trembling fingertips.
As if he wanted to confirm whether it was his own face.
"Pay...Fuqing Fellow Daoist... Mrs.?"
"Exactly like me?"
Her voice is as thin as a mosquito.
Full of extreme confusion and an indescribable feeling.
This realization is too shocking and too bizarre.
Let her mind go blank.
How can there be two people so similar in the world?
And her deceased wife?
The entire private room fell into a strange, lifeless, suffocating atmosphere.
Only the faint spiritual light emanating from the scroll flows quietly.
Everyone's eyes were darting back and forth.
In this frozen dead silence.
The perfect memory and sadness on Jiang Yantian's face solidified instantly!
What replaced it was a kind of bewildered surprise!
He didn't seem to understand what was happening.
First, he looked at the suspended picture in confusion.
Then he followed everyone's eyes, which were focused on Ji Chu as if they had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong with you? Why do you keep looking at fairies?"
Jiang Yantian frowned slightly, as if he had encountered something extremely puzzling.
"What's wrong?"
"Is there something wrong with the scroll?"
His eyes swept over everyone's faces.
Finally, I stopped at Ji Chu with a pure exploration.
"Or have you really met my wife?"
He pretends to be cool.
It's as if he really doesn't know what Ji Chu looks like under the veil.
The corner of the bearded man's mouth twitched and he asked first, "Brother Fu, are you... are you sure that the person in the painting is your wife?"
"Is it possible... that there was a mistake?"
He just couldn't believe it. It would be understandable if they were 90% similar.
But this is full marks.
Exactly the same.
A frown or a smile, even a beauty mark, are the same.
Except for the different clothes, there is no other difference at all.
The one who watched the scene most carefully was Qin Yuan.
No one knows that he admires his junior sister, so he can observe the appearance of his beloved the most carefully.
He couldn't even see the difference between the person in the painting and Ji Chu.
Jiang Yantian heard this and pretended to be angry. "What do you mean? Is it possible that I don't recognize my wife?"
"Or are you just kidding me?"
The bearded man quickly slapped himself in the mouth.
Only then did I realize how inappropriate what I just said was.
His wife had passed away, but he actually asked him if the person in the painting was really his wife.
"Brother Fu, don't be offended, I said the wrong thing."
"Actually, it's just... I don't know what to say."
Jiang Yantian still looked confused. "How do you say this? What do you mean you don't know how to say it?"
"You guys are making me really curious. Have you really met my wife?"
"If it is true, you must tell me that my wife and I have been separated for a long time. Every time I think about it, my heart is cut like a knife."
"I still don't believe that she is really separated from me Celestial Person forever. To be honest, I only survived by relying on my obsession to find my wife."
"If there is no hope anymore, I will return to her hometown and erect a tomb for her. I am willing to die with her..."
The others were shocked when they heard this.
This is about sacrificing love!
One can imagine how profound this love is.
Just when everyone didn't know what to say, Ji Chu spoke.
"Pay...Fuqing Fellow Daoist..."
A trembling voice sounded cautiously.
It's Ji Chu.
Her clear eyes were filled with unspeakable complex emotions.
Jiang Yantian slowly turned his head.
There was just the right amount of questioning and gentleness in his eyes.
Through that thin veil, it fell on Ji Chu.
"Fairy... please say..."
His voice was soft.
Ji Chu's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly.
She took a deep breath and unconsciously tightened her clothes with her slender fingers.
"F...Fuqing fellow Daoist... I would like to take the liberty to ask..."
"How do you call your wife...?"
This question instantly ignited everyone's nerves to the extreme!
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is Ji Chu, who also thinks that the person in the painting is himself.
Only then will I ask.
Qin Yuan Almost Pain Mask.
What the hell!
He clenched his fists suddenly.
Big Beard and the others even held their breath.
Jiang Yantian Hearing this, the dazed and confused look on his face instantly faded away.
What replaced it was a deep, unbreakable sadness.
He didn't hesitate, his voice was low and clear.
It's like telling a mark engraved in the deepest part of the soul, "Zhou Jing Long's name is Wanning..."
"Long Wanning..."
Ji Chu repeated it very slightly.
This name fell into her Hundun sea of consciousness like cold raindrops.
But it failed to stir up any familiar ripples.
A completely unfamiliar name.
But this strange feeling did not dispel the fog in my heart.
On the contrary, it made the strange feeling of similarity even heavier.
She mustered up more courage, her voice carrying a hint of imperceptible exploration and a certain urgency that she herself could not understand.
"Then... how long have you been separated from her?"
Jiang Yantian paused.
"How long?"
"Heh..."
His tone seemed to be filled with obsession and pain. "I really want to say how long it took, but I only remember that it was 8.76 million hours!"
Every word is like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard!