Chapter 192, the person who intends to return to the place has gone, and the tears are stained with ink marks on the paper

.

When Zhao Yun rushed to the lake, Zhang Yan and the others behind him were still nowhere to be seen, he was uneasy in his heart, worried about Qi Han, so he didn't care about waiting for them, and immediately fell into the forest. Turning around the apricot forest and stepping into the strange forest, he saw that there were indeed many changes in the formation, but the difficult ones would not, and the wouldn't be difficult, he knew this formation, so he quickly passed through the formation eye and arrived at the place of the essence.

But seeing that the eyes suddenly opened up, the grass was covered with a layer of delicate and soft white snow, a jade ribbon-like stream will be frozen, the grass on the court is covered with thin snow, and the stream water makes a tinkling sound when it flows, like a jade hitting a stone, which is pleasant to the ear. The night seems to be quiet and quiet.

Zhao Yun had no intention of appreciating the beautiful scenery, looking at the two huts, his footsteps paused slightly, and his palms gradually sweated - is this where Qi Han lives?

He pressed the agitation in his heart and strode towards the ashram.

Who knew that after entering, he found that there was no one inside, Zhao Yun's heart sank slightly, and a thought rolled up, so anxious that he sweated down his spine: "Could it be that Akan and Boss Duan really had an accident outside, and they didn't turn back here?"

Remembering that Zhang Yan said that he was looking for clues here, he pushed the window open for a few minutes, waited for the room to get brighter, looked for fire oil, and lit the lampstand.

The desk was like a bean, and the cold wind blew in through the window, causing it to sway, and the shadows were swaying all over the room.

Zhao Yun sat in front of the desk, casually flipped through the messy paper next to the inkstone, hoping to find some clues, but under this look, it was like five thunderbolts, frozen on the ground, a violent throbbing pain in his heart, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood!

He leaned against the window, his body trembling uncontrollably. The room was dark and silent, and there was not much white moonlight outside the window, only a hairy moon that was blurred in the snow and hail to see the edge. He saw that on top of the long sunken wooden case, the white, burning white paper was stacked and spread out, scattered everywhere, and even on the ground, there were pages of ink. On these papers, there is not half a word, only ink-colored pictures.

In each painting, there are no landscapes, no flowers and plants, but only one person.

Scribbled and simple ink, with a few brushstrokes, depicts all the charm of this person - a silver helmet flying tassels, a light white robe, and a tenacious silver spear in his hand......

Zhao Yun sat on the ground in a daze, looking over one by one, his fingers kept trembling, he lifted each one, as if he saw Qi Han sitting by the cold wind window, smiling lightly, quietly describing his appearance.

The ink is so smooth that it is almost uninterrupted, and it is enough to see that the person who paints the painting is extremely fast, and without thinking at all, the face of the person in the painting flows out of the tip of his pen. It seems that this person has long been deeply engraved in his mind.

Smiling, frowning, cold, slightly squinting with a bit of murderous ...... There is also a side face looking in an unknown direction, revealing a gentle or restrained, or helpless look. The smile, the eyebrows, the nose and eyes, and the demeanor are all lifelike, vivid, revealing deep attachment and love.

Zhao Yun raised his hand and bit his fist, his teeth were grinding, his eyes were hot, and he couldn't restrain his emotions at all.

Then, as if he was enchanted, he quickly opened one piece of paper after another, and his eyes widened, staring at himself above, as if he wanted to pierce them with his gaze.

Beneath the white paper is a framed scroll.

Zhao Yun's hands and feet were numb, his face was blue and his lips were white, like a patient with malaria, and he trembled and unfolded it.

In an instant, a very beautiful ink painting appeared in front of him-

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, an abrupt and steep mountain, pointing to the sky, towering into the clouds. In the valley, the trees are lush and extensive, and a huge tree grows near the grass, showing off the trees. The cold wind blew off the leaves and flew all over the sky, but a layer of snow accumulated on the tops, and the leaves and branches were bent to the south, which showed that the cold wind was extremely strong at that time.

Under the majestic tree, a general with a spear in the wind was drawn. Because the picture is very large, the person seems small, although he does not distinguish his face, but the white robe is flying, the body is like a cloud, the strength of the tasseled helmet, and the momentum swallows the mountain. The young general was in the middle of the robe election, the spear flower phantom, and the posture was unearthly, like the god of war.

The whole painting is written with ink pen, and the landscape is like that, but this general is undoubtedly the soul of the whole painting, bright as the moon, shining brightly, and looking so outstanding.

Zhao Yun looked at the painting in his hand in a daze and remembered this scene in the painting......

That was when he and Qi Han were on the way to Xuzhou, staying in the mountains and forests at night, passing by an unknown mountain, seeing that the wind was high and the sky was clear, and the trees were covered with the first snow, which was cool and pleasant......

But he didn't want to be remembered by Qi Han in his mind, and he jumped on the paper and painted him so vividly.

At the end of the scroll, there is a line of words, which is a simplified line that Zhao Yun has never seen. The handwriting is like a frightening dragon, beautiful and handsome. Next to it, he also used the Han Li taught by Zhao Yun, stroke by stroke, and wrote it carefully and orderly-

"After years of collecting dust and armor, the horse's hooves urge to return while the moon is bright. ”

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, held back his tears, and held back his face.

The sweat on his forehead dripped down and landed on the scroll, but his eyes were fixed on the line of official books that were ninety percent similar to his own.

He suddenly recalled all kinds of things with Qi Han. Since parting, he has always remembered the section of the professor's official book, and thought that Qi Han pretended to be illiterate and disguised to reduce his suspicions. But at this time, when he saw such a writing that resembled his own font, he suddenly understood that perhaps, Qi Han really couldn't write Li. This stroke on the scroll is completely imitated by its own font......

Zhao Yun suddenly remembered that Qi Han was out of place with everything around him at the beginning. But Qi Han was too smart and learned things too fast, making Zhao Yun think that it was just a difference in customs.

Zhao Yun's mind was chaotic, he only felt thunder and lightning, as if a thought was passing quickly, but what kind of idea was going to break through the ground, he couldn't grasp it at all, and he couldn't grasp the most critical point.

He pursed his thin lips and put the scroll away, but behind the frame, he saw a line of small words like mosquitoes and flies.

"Believe that the stunner will be affectionate,

It is difficult to pay for it, and I feel that my life is light.

I once intended to Zen machine to eliminate this disease,

Destroy the talent and regenerate ......"

Zhao Yun chewed these four lines of poetry, and a wave of madness gradually surged in his eyes, he raised his hand suddenly, and slapped his face hard, making a loud "pop" sound.

There was a voice in his heart that was lashing at his liver and sausages, leaving him with shame and remorse.

"—he loves me!

Zhao Yun lost his soul and glanced at the paper scattered all over the room, full of his portraits. seems to see Qi Han suffering from hardship, but he still loves himself obsessively...... His eyes finally fell on the four lines of poetry, stared at him for a while, and gave himself two more palms with his backhand!

"Fool, fool, Zhao Zilong, you broke his heart...... You've already hurt him......"

Zhao Yun's cheeks were burning and burning, but the remorse in his heart was even more painful. He obviously didn't want to hurt this person the most, and he swore to love him and protect him...... But in the end, the person who hurt him was himself.

Zhao Yun clenched the scroll, his reddened eyes were hot, his fists were on his lips, and a whining and sad sound gradually came out of his throat.

"I'm going to find him. I need to find him immediately......"

He wiped his face, his heart was already extremely anxious, and he was about to rush out to look for someone, but his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something-

A jade with a faint white light was lying quietly in the corner of the desk, very familiar.

Zhao Yun's eyes widened suddenly, great panic flashed in his eyes, and a thought suddenly rose in his heart: "Since I gave this jade jue to him, he has never left his body, and he wear......s it in his heart day and night!" He doesn't want me anymore, Akan, Akan...... You can't be so determined......"

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth, grabbed Yu Jue's blue rope, and rushed out of the door.

.

Zhang Yan and the others hurriedly rushed to the edge of Qiancui Lake, but they only saw Yu Xuelong grazing at the edge of the forest, where was Zhao Yun?

Zhang Yan couldn't help but stomp his feet and scolded: "Brother Zilong is too impatient! Why don't you wait for us, you will go into the forest by yourself!"

The heroes of the Feiyan Department looked at each other, and they really didn't understand the meaning of Zhang Yan's words.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly approached from a distance, and when he saw Zhang Yan and the others, he was immediately overjoyed, and exclaimed, "The one in front is my brother from the Feiyan Division?"

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, and a man beside him immediately let out a strange roar, and the man suddenly quickened his pace, roared back, and quickly ran to the front.

This person is not an outsider, but Boss Duan, who has not appeared for many days!

When the people saw that he was gray-faced, dusty, and in good spirits, they immediately stepped forward to meet him and asked what was going on.

Zhang Yan stepped forward, and his hand was bursting, and he said angrily: "I taught you to protect Gongzi, why did you come back alone?! Where are the others of Gongzi? Good for you, Boss Duan, you didn't go to the rudder to report for three days, and you were so derelict in your duties...... Even if you lose your son, and you are afraid that I will punish you, you should go and explain the reason......"

Before he could finish speaking, Boss Duan had already knelt on the ground and hurriedly interrupted him: "Boss, don't blame first!

Zhang Yan was stunned, stunned for a moment, and asked him, "What did you say...... What are you going to chase after Childe?"

Boss Duan swallowed his saliva, made a long story short, and quickly explained 166 Reading Network