Zhang Yuan was so excited that he reached out to grab the yellowed scroll in my hand. I took a step back, hid the scroll behind my back, and stared at him coldly.
Zhang Yuan said with some excitement: "Can you at least let me see if this painting is real or fake first?"
I still looked at him coldly and didn't respond.
Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and whispered to me: "I can ensure that what I say next is what I heard in Maoshan, and there will be no omissions, but the specific authenticity
I can’t guarantee how many there are…”
"Your parents were once famous in Nanling. Your father is of Southern Xinjiang blood. Your mother's origin is unknown. They caused a lot of murders in Nanling many years ago. That turmoil led to the bloodline of the Gu people.
He almost died. Five of the nine Qimen generals died, it was so miserable..."
"Later, not only many masters from Nanling joined forces, but also masters from other places gathered in Nanling and finally killed your parents! However, my master said that he did not see the corpses of your parents. If you don't see the dead, you won't see the corpses.
I suspect your parents may still be alive..."
After listening to Zhang Yuan's words, my heart agitated and I asked in a trembling voice: "Where in Nanling were they last seen!"
That underground palace should be the place where my parents last appeared, right?
The question is, where exactly is the underground palace located in Nanling?
Hearing this, Zhang Yuan shook his head and said: "I really don't know...Okay, I've told you everything I know, and it's time for you to fulfill your promise!"
The situations Zhang Yuan mentioned were too general. I thought he knew accurate information about my parents. After hearing what he said, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
However, his words about doubting that my parents were still alive really made me excited.
I didn't break my promise and threw the yellowed scroll in my hand directly.
After Zhang Yuan took the scroll, his eyes shone brightly, and his hands trembled a little as he opened the scroll bit by bit.
Then, his excited expression suddenly froze!
This is normal. No matter who sees a painting nearly half destroyed, they will probably have this expression!
"Li Tianci! What's going on?"
Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth and looked at me with a ferocious expression. If eyes could kill, I would probably be riddled with holes by now.
I said calmly: "It was like this when I got this painting. I didn't destroy it. Don't look at me with such murderous eyes. I have fulfilled my promise. At least the Taoist's back in this painting is
Isn’t it enough for you that it’s not damaged at all?”
Regarding my irresponsible statement, Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth with hatred, and his face changed, which showed that he was in a bad mood at this time.
I coughed lightly and said: "Of course, I also know a little bit about the incomplete part of this painting. However, I need you to exchange it with other information. For example, what is the purpose of your Taoist people coming to Hangzhou?
What? Apart from you who are looking for this painting in the school library, what are the people from other sects doing in Hangzhou?"
Zhang Yuan put away the remaining painting gently with a dark face, turned around and left without saying a word, obviously not wanting to talk to me any more.
It wasn't until his back disappeared from my sight that I sighed, took out my phone, and logged into the campus network anonymously.
The campus network has been closed for a while since the last time Zhao Linlin jumped from a building and died. It was reopened some time ago. There are all kinds of posts. As for the previous tragedy of jumping from a building in the school, no one paid attention to it.
I directly posted a post, with bold words in red, and a proper headline.
"Shocked! Someone stole something in the library, it seems to be an antique calligraphy and painting!"
The content was very simple. I briefly described Zhang Yuan’s appearance and identity, then briefly introduced the yellowed calligraphy and painting, and then sent the post smoothly.
Such a post will not attract too many people's attention at all. Ordinary teachers and students may simply ignore it after seeing this post. However, for those from other sects hiding on campus, it is definitely a big deal.
information.
Not long after I posted the post, I received several private messages in the background, asking me whether the news was true or not, and some people directly offered me large sums of money to ask me for more inside information.
I didn't reply to any private messages, just logged out of my anonymous account and walked out of the campus.
It's good to cause some trouble for Zhang Yuan, but it would be even better if the guys in the Dao Sect could fight among themselves because of this!
However, I also understand that the possibility of this is very low.
After leaving the school gate, I took a taxi back to the villa.
Only Han Qianqian, preserved egg and the little girl in red were left in the living room waiting for me to come back. Chu Qing, the girl in black gauze and the kid were gone, so I sat down on the sofa without asking.
"Did you give that painting to Zhang Yuan?"
Han Qianqian asked softly: "Has he told you any news about your parents?"
I hummed and responded casually: "It's very general, and I'm not satisfied with it, but I gave him the painting, and I also caused him some trouble. This way, our actions at night will at least not be affected by the school."
It’s because of the interference from those Taoist people here!”
Having said this, I paused, looked at Preserved Egg, and asked: "You have been in Nanling before, have you ever heard that there was a big riot in Nanling, and many people were killed and injured?
The pulse was almost wiped out. Also, I heard that five of Qimen’s nine generals died in that riot..."
After hearing what I said, Han Qianqian looked at me doubtfully and said, "Zhang Yuan told you these? Why did he tell you this?"
"It seems to have something to do with my parents!" I responded softly.
Han Qianqian's eyes flashed with a hint of shock. She turned to look at Pi Dan and asked, "Fat man, do you have any impression of this matter?"
Pi Dan scratched his scalp, as if he was remembering something, frowned and hesitated, and said: "I seem to have some impression, the Nanling riot... the blood moon is in the sky... I seem to have met the boss at that time, and then... damn
Yes, why can’t you remember?”
Pidan beat his head angrily, his eyes faintly flashing scarlet light, and the aura on his body suddenly became chaotic.
I didn't expect that this incident would cause such great irritation to Pi Dan. Seeing this situation, Han Qianqian and I hurriedly comforted Pi Dan and asked him not to continue to recall it. Otherwise, this guy would probably become emotionally confused and run away.
of.
The little girl's hand in red pressed on Pi Dan's head, and the faint fluorescent light flickered, seeming to soothe Pi Dan's chaotic emotions. After a few breaths, Pi Dan's mood stabilized.
