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'Junior of the Lin family who entered here, I am your ancestor, Sword Immortal Lin Qiyuan!"

"Originally, there were a lot of spirit stones and other things left here, but when the old man reached his old age, he was still unwilling to leave like this. ’

I'll take everything and go somewhere for the last time. ”

"If this catastrophe is over, my Lin family will naturally prosper for another hundred years, if not, it will be difficult for people who have gone to great lengths to enter this place. ’

Signed at the bottom right: 'Lin Qiyuan'.

Lin Nan was stunned for a while.

He looked at the empty suitcase a little dazed, feeling that he had traveled all the way to Yanjing, and all of them were miserable by Lin Qiyuan?

In order to break through the foundation, the old thing took away all the spirit stones and hid them somewhere to break through?

"I said!" Lin Nan covered his face and scolded, feeling more and more unwilling, he carefully looked around to see what had fallen.

Suddenly, something burst into his field of vision.

On the wall, there is a lonely thing hanging. Covered with a black cloth, covered with dust.

It's very strange to say, that thing suddenly jumped into Lin Nan's sight, as if some living thing jumped over by itself and forced Lin Nan to find it.

Inexplicably a little nervous, Lin Nan took a few deep breaths, popped out an internal qi, and knocked off the black cloth that was covered.

When the whole thing was revealed, Lin Nan's pupils shrank, and the note in his hand fell to the ground.

"What is this..."

"Why are you here?"

Lin Nan's black pupils trembled slightly, and a chill slowly rising in his heart made him feel creepy.

Nailed to the wall is an oil painting, with delicate brushstrokes and vivid colors, which can even make people unable to distinguish the real from the fake at a glance, with a strange power.

On it, a woman is depicted.

With black hair and a red dress, she stood on the top of a gloomy and barren mountain, her long hair flying, and she held a long sword in one hand. In front of the woman, there was a monstrous roaring python that spouted a scarlet letter.

She turned her back to Lin Nan, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but Lin Nan had a very strange feeling, as if a face gradually appeared in his mind, where did he see this woman, and more than once.

Lin Nan racked his brains for memories. Suddenly, the two pictures flashed like lightning, and he was coldly excited.

"Yes! When Bodhi Mountain asked the Buddha Pass in the Heart Cave, there was a dream once, and under Senluo Island, the phantom in the cave was again. ”

"If you guessed correctly, this painting was left by my ancestor Lin Qiyuan to remember his savior, the mysterious woman who beheaded the black python into a serious injury!"

After the surprise, Lin Nan's eyebrows furrowed deeply. In fact, it is very easy to understand, Lin Qiyuan obviously has special feelings for the woman in the red dress, and when he is old, it is no problem to hang a painting as a souvenir.

What disturbed him the most was a mysterious logical question. At that time, Lin Nan was on Senluo Island and entered the cave where the woman in the red dress was imprisoned - suddenly she disappeared, along with Lin Qiyuan's memory of her.

Everyone didn't remember the woman, but Lin Nan was the only one left.

At that time, he suspected that this woman in the red dress had some kind of connection with Lin Shisan, plus he had a sentence that made him care a lot when he met Patriarch Bodhi a few days ago.

Lin Shisan's physique is relatively special, every time he is injured, he will fall into a deep sleep, and after a period of time, the wound can heal on its own.

Now he is almost sixty percent sure that the woman who saved the ancestor Lin Qiyuan is the same as Lin Thirteen! The disappearance of the woman on Senluo Island can well confirm this:

The same person can live in different eras, and they don't have anything in common. Ke Lin Nan connects Senluo Island a hundred years ago with the real world, and in order to maintain the balance and prevent the rules from being chaotic, or the so-called 'time paradox', one of them must be made disappear.

In other words, Lin Nan, who is 21 years old this year, cannot appear in the same world as him who is old at the age of 60. The old Lin Nan will definitely appear in the future, but he will not be able to see that 'old self' no matter what, otherwise it will make the various rules set by the Heavenly Dao unbalanced.

Therefore, this is the biggest reason why Lin Nan affirms that the two of them are the same person! Otherwise, there is no way to explain the inexplicable disappearance of the woman in the red dress a hundred years ago.

Lin Nan's frowning brows became tighter and tighter, he wanted to make a decision on this matter, and there were still many doubts.

You must know that in front of the giant python Dahei is the foundation building realm, and the head that can split it with a sword almost falls off, and the strength is infinitely close even if there is no Jin Dan. Since the woman in the red dress has such a high cultivation, who in the martial arts world can beat her to a serious injury and sleep for a hundred years?

Secondly, there is another point, Lin Nan looked at this painting puzzled. Her memories of Lin Qiyuan are gone, and this painting should be gone with it.

Lin Qiyuan even lost his memory, for him, he had never seen this woman, so where did the painting come from?

Lin Nan's eyelids jumped, and he thought to himself: 'Could it be, the painting was not left by Lin Qiyuan, and there are other people who have also seen that woman?'

He realized that this painting was likely to be an important clue through the fog, Lin Nan walked over solemnly, took off the painting and put it in the ring.

At this moment, Lin Nan was stunned and turned over the oil painting in some surprise.

It's like a hanging watch, there's a recessed place to 'put the battery'. However, the gap is very inconspicuous and difficult for ordinary people to notice.

Lin Nan shook vigorously, and he could hear a subtle collision sound from the oil painting. It's hollow.

This made his heart tighten, and he felt like a thief was approaching the treasure cave, and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Lin Gutou won't be spying on me, right?" Lin Nan glanced back vigilantly.

It was pitch black there, Lin Gu seemed to be dozing off with his eyes half-closed outside, not paying attention to the inside at all, and Lin Nan didn't feel the slightest strangeness of being probed by his divine sense.

Could it be that Lin Gu's heart is so big, and he is not interested in what his ancestors left behind?

Lin Nan always felt that something was wrong, and the process of entering this treasure place was too simple.

Before he came, he was ready for a fierce battle, but he didn't expect that before he started to make trouble, Lin Gu willingly led him here.

"Forget it, let's see what secrets are in the painting. ”

Lin Nan took a few deep breaths, and then meditated on the spot for a few minutes to calm down his mood to ensure that he was in his heyday in the face of the most dangerous state, and then looked at the oil painting with blazing eyes.

He ejected a sharp internal qi, like a scalpel, and slowly cut along the gap in the back of the oil frame.

Click.

The wooden board fell to the ground, and Lin Nan looked at it intently.

Inside, there was a small glass bottle covered in dust.

It's probably about the same as the glucose oral liquid you usually drink, but because the glass is yellow-brown and the dust is very thick, you can't see it clearly, and you can't detect it with your divine sense, and the small bottle seems to be a magic weapon.

"Interesting. Lin Nan's eyebrows jumped, he took out a rag from the ring and wiped it, the vial became much cleaner, he leaned in and carefully observed it with his eyes.

Through the yellow-brown bottle, a shriveled insect can be faintly seen, showing a translucent milky white.

The worm is about two knuckles long, and it seems to be white and fat when it is born. But now, only a skin is left in the dry bag, as if it has been made into a specimen, and it has been dead for I don't know how many years.

"Caterpillars, bean worms?" Lin Nan was a little curious.

Why did the master who made this oil painting stuff worms into it? Could this be some kind of moral that can keep the painting from rotting for a hundred years?

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