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Sanqing took the note and read it carefully. "" An address was first written on the note, and a note was made below the address, saying that the person named Liao Fan was dead, and the address on it belonged to his son Liao Zhiyuan. In the last line, Lin Yangming said that he couldn't come when he encountered something urgent. That's about it.

"There is news of Liao Fan so soon, this Lin Yangming is not simple!" Sanqing crumpled the note into a ball and said thoughtfully.

"He has a fart ability, don't you think this thing is strange? Let's not talk about how he managed to find out Liao Fan's whereabouts so quickly, and he said that he can't come if something happens, I dare to conclude that this kid has a ghost in his heart!"

"What's the matter? People are going against your big brother's wishes and are not happy?" Sanqing playfully replied to Soul Haoxuan, who snorted coldly and did not speak.

"Okay, don't care so much, no matter whether he has a ghost in his heart or not, the two of us must go this time, and quickly! Don't forget, there are still many families waiting to cut off their beards!" Sanqing pursed his lips and said in a deep voice.

"Let's go!" Soul Haoxuan was obviously still sulking, and after saying this, he walked out of the room directly.

Sanqing shook his head and was about to go out, but was gently pulled by Lin Danhong.

"You two be careful, don't keep drilling other people's ancestral graves, bad luck!"

"Well, don't worry, I'll leave it to you! Don't let him know about his condition!" Sanqing nodded.

"Hmm!" Lin Danhong bit his lip and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it, Sanqing touched her head, and then walked out of the room.

In a small village thirty miles southwest of Yangzhou, there is a half-new earthen embryo house, the owner of the house is surnamed Liao Mingzhiyuan, in his forties, not tall, and there is a bookish anger all over his body. He had moved into the village two years earlier, when he had been alone, dragging two large boxes, and living in an earthen house as if he had given birth, so much so that for two years there were still people in the village who thought the house was empty.

Liao Zhiyuan has been a people's teacher for more than ten years, and has never married a daughter-in-law, and the first half of his life was dependent on his father, until two years ago, after his father died unexpectedly, he became a real loner, so he sold his house in the city, came to this small village alone, and decided to live his life without anyone care.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone......" Liao Zhiyuan had forgotten how long it had been since no one had knocked on his door, so that when he heard the knock, his first reaction was auditory hallucinations, and it wasn't until the knock became more and more rapid that he realized that it was really someone knocking on the door. So he put down the book in his hand and got up to open the door.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Liao Zhiyuan opened the door and saw two young people, who had never met before, but they didn't look like people from the village.

"Are you Liao Zhiyuan?" Among the two young people, the first to speak was the one who always had a straight face, and he asked in a deep voice, his tone cold.

"I am ......"

"That's you!" Before Liao Zhiyuan could finish speaking, the young man stepped forward, reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and then broke directly into the room.

The other young man shook his head, followed in, and closed the door with his hand. These two young people are none other than Sanqing and Soul Haoxuan.

"You, who are you?" Facing the two uninvited and menacing young men, Liao Zhiyuan looked a little panicked.

"You don't care who we are, I'll ask you a few questions when I come here, and you answer truthfully, and we'll leave immediately!" Soul Haoxuan replied coldly, and then dragged Liao Zhiyuan all the way to the back room.

"Okay, sit down!" After arriving in the back room, Soul Haoxuan couldn't help but press Liao Zhiyuan on a chair, Liao Zhiyuan didn't dare to resist, so he could only sit honestly.

"Your name is Liao Zhiyuan, and your name is Liao Fan?"

"Hmm!" Liao Zhiyuan replied in the simplest way.

"Then did you leave you a painting, or did you mention a painting of an ancient general?" Soul Haoxuan continued to ask.

"Painting?" Liao Zhiyuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head and continued: "He mentioned it, but I have never seen that painting in so many years, until he died, I packed up my things and sold the house, and I never saw it! The things he told me were probably all his visions! Since my mother died, he has been chattering all day long, and I am not easy to say as a son, he has talked about it for a lifetime, and I have listened quietly for a lifetime!" Liao Zhiyuan's words are a bit much, probably evoking memories deep in his heart.

"Haven't you seen it yet?" Soul Haoxuan stared at Liao Zhiyuan with questioning eyes and asked.

"Really not!" Liao Zhiyuan shook his head slightly, his face full of helplessness.

"What did your father tell you, don't you mind telling me?" Sanqing on the side finally couldn't help but speak.

"Haha, I'm worried that I don't have a place to say it, he, it's all about a few things, saying that when he was young, he followed a group of people into the tomb of Emperor Yang, and brought out a painting from the tomb, oh, it's the picture of the general that this young man said. He took this painting to the Anti-Japanese War, and for several years he kept it with him, and several times he escaped death. Another time was even more outrageous, he said that he had been blown away by the devil's cannon, and after landing on the ground, he lay down for a long time before he found that he was unscathed! He hurriedly took out the painting from his arms, and when he saw it, the painting was unharmed, and the person on the painting was still smiling at him. And every time I asked him where the painting was, he would point to his chest and say, "Here, hey, you're saying it's funny." If the old man had been in ancient times, he would have been able to be a storyteller!" Liao Zhiyuan laughed to himself as he spoke, but the smile was bitter.

"Young man, how do you know about this painting? Could it be that there really is such a painting in this world?" Liao Zhiyuan suddenly asked with a look of surprise after laughing.

Sanqing glanced at him, shook his head, and then said: "We just listened to some legends and came here to verify them! Since you said so, presumably the painting is really fictional, and we are no longer attached to it!"

Seeing Sanqing suddenly say this, Soul Haoxuan immediately glanced at him, as if to say that this is leaving?

Sanqing comprehended, shook his head, and then turned around and left directly, and Soul Haoxuan had to follow.

Liao Zhiyuan sent the two of them all the way to the courtyard, and suddenly shouted to them: "Young man, why don't you stay and have a meal with me! I haven't eaten with anyone else for two years! In the past, in order to accompany my father, I didn't marry a daughter-in-law, so I only had to rely on the father and son, and when he died, I was the only one left, and I was thought to be used to loneliness, but this loneliness is really uncomfortable!"

Liao Zhiyuan seemed to be talking to himself in the second half, but his eyes were a little ruddy.

"Okay!" Sanqing hesitated for a while, and then he didn't know if it was sympathy or what the reason was, so he agreed.

"Then, then you two go into the house and wait! I'll go get ready!" Liao Zhiyuan was overjoyed, and rushed out of the house happily, he himself forgot that this was the first time he had walked out of this door, and his daily necessities were usually sent to him by a friend in the city.

"Are you hungry?" After Liao Zhiyuan went out, Soul Haoxuan immediately asked Sanqing in confusion.

"I think of my dad, okay!" Sanqing frowned, not knowing what he was thinking about now.

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