Hearing this, a flash of surprise flashed in Fang Wushang's eyes, he nodded slightly, pointed and explained: "On the scroll, the man on the right side of the Wushuang Sword Emperor is his eldest disciple Xiao Jianyun; and the young man on the left
, is the leader of the three great martial arts warriors in the Cangyun Empire, the Black and White Venerable Pu Ruozhi!"
"Master Pu Ruozhi is not only the founder of Cangyun Academy, but also a close disciple of the Unparalleled Sword Emperor."
"This scene depicts Master Pu's first epiphany after he became a disciple of the Unparalleled Sword Emperor. It was precisely because of this epiphany that Master Pu later became the first martial artist in the Eastern Wasteland to enter the martial arts.
, ranked first among the three great martial arts warriors in the Cangyun Empire, and became the Master of Black and White, resounding throughout the Eastern Wasteland!"
"It's just a pity that my uncle once said that he is a disciple of the Wushuang Sword Emperor. He cannot recruit disciples without the permission of the Sword Emperor, let alone start a sect. Therefore, even though he is the founder of Cangyun Academy, he has never served as a disciple.
Any term of dean of the college."
"otherwise..."
Before Fang Wushang finished speaking, his expression dimmed and he stopped.
But Ye Wushuang understood that what Fang Wushang meant was that if Pu Ruozhi had served as the dean of Cangyun College, perhaps he would not have suffered what happened later.
After all, Cangyun College, as the largest sect in the Cangyun Empire, was the core place for the Chu royal family to recruit talented generals; Dean Cangyun was equivalent to the mentor of all the princes in the temple.
If Pu Ruozhi had this layer of identity protection, no one in the entire Cangyun Empire would dare to attack him, let alone Chu Xiaoao.
Otherwise, you will offend the public!
"I heard that you were also involved in the roundup of Pu Ruozhi hundreds of years ago?"
Seeing Fang Wu's face showing sadness, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why is his face showing sadness now?"
I previously learned from Jiuyou Diyan that when he besieged Pu Ruozhi, Dean Fang Wushang was also involved. If he hadn't investigated what happened, he would have known that Fang Wushang had only suppressed Dihuo and was not injured.
As well as Pu Ruozhi and Jiuyou Diyan.
In addition, since he entered Cangyun College, Fang Wushang has always treated him with great courtesy; he had long avenged Pu Ruozhi and got rid of this Fang Wushang.
Sure enough, as the senior brother said, Ye Wushuang was extremely concerned about Master Pu's affairs!
Hearing this, Fang Wushang was startled at first, and then said with a wry smile: "You don't know something. Firstly, I didn't know about what happened back then, and Chu Xiaoao was going to attack Master Pu; secondly, at that time,
Chu Xiaoao is threatening the survival of Cangyun College, and as the dean, I have to take action."
"Even so, when you realized that Chu Xiaoao's target was Pu Ruozhi, you should have switched sides in time and saved Pu Ruozhi, right?"
"I would like to save..."
Fang Wushang sighed and said helplessly: "But back then, I was just a young boy who had just stepped into the Beginning Realm, and Chu Xiaoao invited the Sword Master Lin Tao."
"Lin Tao is the second-ranked martial arts warrior in the Cangyun Empire, a genuine Xuanying realm. No one can suppress him except Master Pu. But at that time, Master Pu was already seriously injured."
"Under that situation, if I defect, not only will it not help, but the entire Cangyun College will be buried with me in vain!"
"I see!"
Ye Wushuang nodded slightly at this moment and had a better understanding of what happened back then.
Then, he said no more, and focused his eyes on the man in white robe playing the piano on the scroll. The corners of his mouth quietly raised, and he murmured to himself: "If you don't say anything else, that boy Pu Ruozhi has a conscience.
The painting is quite handsome..."
"What did you say?"
Fang Wushang, who was immersed in grief, did not hear Ye Wushuang's murmur clearly and asked doubtfully.
"nothing..."
Ye Wushuang waved his hand and asked immediately: "Are you going to leave this painting here?"
The content of this painting covers the founding of Cangyun Empire and the founding of Cangyun College respectively; moreover, the author is Pu Ruozhi.
Although the value is not high, the meaning is extremely far-reaching. It can be called a treasure of the town. It shouldn't be so casually discarded here, right?
"ah?"
Fang Wushang was stunned, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, you misunderstood."
"The Ling Pavilion is the core of Cangyun College. When the Cangyun Empire stretched across the Eastern Wasteland and had the power to dominate the Central Region, Cangyun College was at its peak. Countless countries came to seek scholars from the surrounding countries."
"As one of the symbols of the academy's military force, the Weapons Pavilion is naturally the most prosperous place; but with the decline of national power, the sky has declined; the academy is no longer what it used to be, and gradually becomes quiet, which in turn causes this place to become desolate."
After the words fell, Fang Wushang seemed to feel that the reason was not enough, and added: "Of course, it stands to reason that this place has declined, and this painting is so valuable, so it should be transferred out; but it is precisely because the academy has declined and its glory is no longer glorious, that it is easy to attract interested people.
Coveted; and this place is in decline, some valuable things stored here can also have the effect of hiding from others, right?"
"oh?"
Hearing this, especially what Fang Wushang added later, Ye Wushuang couldn't help but feel happy, and said with a smile: "What you said is getting more and more false."
"Not to mention that these things here are all scrapped and worthless things. Take this painting alone. Except for its special meaning to Cangyun College, it is worthless. Even if someone with ulterior motives comes to steal it,
I'm afraid if you put it in front of him, he won't even bother to take a second look, right?"
"this..."
As soon as these words came out, Fang Wushang suddenly smiled awkwardly.
Ye Wushuang is right. Cangyun Empire has been in decline for hundreds of years, and Cangyun College is no longer what it used to be. The once proud Black and White Master Pu Ruozhi has also disappeared for many years.
This painting, even if it was painted by Pu Ruozhi, is not worth much; just the scene in the painting has a special meaning to Cangyun College.
What he just said was indeed just an excuse to cover up.
But this is not all his fault. Ye Wushuang came to Lingge late at night, but turned a blind eye to the other treasures, but showed interest in this painting. It was inevitable that he would not think too much!
"When people leave, it seems that even if they have great achievements, they will not be able to withstand the passage of time; one day, they will be forgotten by the world."
Ye Wushuang felt the same at this moment and sighed.
Back then, as the Unparalleled Sword Emperor, he looked down upon the world and was unparalleled in ancient and modern times. He was unparalleled in the limelight and was admired by hundreds of millions of people. But with his sudden death, thousands of years have passed, and how many people really remember what he did?
?
"However, this painting is of great significance and is definitely not as simple as it seems. I suggest you pay attention to it, otherwise you will regret it if you lose it in the future!"
"Yes yes yes..."
Fang Wushang nodded repeatedly, but he became even more confused.
Successive presidents have studied this painting, but they have never found anything special. He even asked Pu Ruozhi, but Pu Ruozhi said nothing.
Could it be that there is some mystery hidden in this painting?
Ye Wushuang was too lazy to say any more, and waved his hand directly, saying: "Okay, I came here today just to look for one thing, and now I have found it."
"Take it now, do you have any objection?"
Take something away?
Apart from this painting, there is nothing else around here.
Could it be that Ye Wushuang came here just for this painting?
Fang Wushang was confused in his heart, but he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately responded: "No objection!"
Ye Wushuang nodded slightly, immediately took a step forward, waved his right hand, and spiritual energy burst out, transforming into spiritual seals, entwining each other in front of the scroll, and then condensing into a human-shaped shadow the size of a palm.
"enter!"
A low shout suddenly sounded at this moment.
The human figure stepped in without hesitation and stepped directly into the scroll!
