Liao Fan led Sanqing and Soul Haoxuan around the bamboo forest, and sighed from time to time, not knowing whether he was really lamenting that he was about to lose the painting that he regarded as a treasure, or lamenting his ridiculous life. 『』

In a quarter of an hour or so they reached the top of the mountain, the source of the mountain stream, and a deep pool above the mountain.

"The painting is hidden in the pool?" Soul Haoxuan looked around, and seemed to feel that there was no other place to hide the portrait except this deep pool.

Liao Fan glanced at Soul Haoxuan, shook his head, and then pointed to a rock next to the deep pool and said, "The painting is hidden in that stone!"

Soul Haoxuan looked in the direction of Liao Fan's finger, it was a strangely shaped rock, and there was a new bamboo rooted in it. Soul Haoxuan squeezed his eyebrows, and turned to look at Liao Fan, as if asking him, are you sure you're not joking?

Liao Fan obviously saw the meaning in Soul Haoxuan's eyes, so he shook his head.

"How did you hide the painting in it?" Sanqing also expressed his doubts.

"You don't have to worry about this!" Liao Fan categorically refused to answer Sanqing's question.

Soul Haoxuan didn't wait any longer, and directly drew his sword in his hand and walked towards the rock. Then the sword fell, and the ancient sword slashed on the rock, making a piercing sound, and sparks flew on the rock. Immediately after, a "bang" was heard, and the rocks suddenly cracked, and the broken stones fell all over the ground. Soul Haoxuan sideways avoided the scattered stones

"Hey, a good piece of spirit stone was destroyed like this, Mr. Banqiao once painted you, he knew that you must be sad to end up like this!" Seeing that the rock was smashed by Soul Haoxuan's sword, Liao Fan actually sighed.

"No wonder others, you can go down and explain this matter to Mr. Itabashi yourself!" Hearing Liao Fan's emotion, Sanqing said this in a deep voice, and then strode towards the rock.

When the rock is chopped up, the root system of the new bamboo that grows on it is exposed, and a scroll is hidden in the midst of the three intertwined roots.

Sanqing stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take out the scroll, but unexpectedly, the bamboo root grabbed the scroll like a powerful hand, and Sanqing tried several times but failed to take out the scroll.

"Get out of the way!" Soul Haoxuan said coldly, Sanqing immediately understood what he was going to do, so he flashed to the side, Soul Haoxuan stepped forward and swung a sword again, where the sword body passed, Zhugen Village broke, and the painting scroll broke away from protection and rolled to the ground.

"Hey!" Seeing this scene, Liao Fan sighed again.

Sanqing picked up the scroll on the ground, blew off the sand on it, and then gently shook it away, and the whole painting was displayed in front of his eyes, and the painting was a person wearing armor and holding a silver spear, how heroic and powerful! Sanqing seemed to see a smile on his face, gloomy and weird! He held the two ends of the portrait with both hands and pulled it hard, but it was as if he was tearing the gold and steel, and the portrait was not damaged at all.

"It should be true!" Sanqing nodded lightly and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Soul Haoxuan also put his sword back into its sheath.

Look at the new bamboo on the rock, it has disappeared and broken the rock, lost its support, and then broke its root system, and now it is withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves fall to the ground, and finally turn into a dry bamboo branch, but it still stands on the rock.

"Let's go down the mountain, you go back and see Liao Zhiyuan! He is not seriously injured, and he will be fine if he cultivates for a while! Obviously, he has feelings, so why bother pretending to be hard-hearted?" After Sanqing put away the painting scroll, he walked to Liao Fan's side and said in a serious voice.

"Haha, the most mistaken thing in the world is feelings!" Liao Fan smiled bitterly.

"Nonsense!" Soul Haoxuan passed by and said casually. Then he went straight down the mountain.

Sanqing glanced at Liao Fan, then turned around and made a gesture to the rock and the withered bamboo, before turning to leave.

On the top of the mountain, by the deep pool, there was only Liao Fan left in an instant, standing there alone, shivering in the wind. He glanced at his hands, his flesh began to shrink, and he walked to the edge of the deep pool, looking at his own reflection on the water. His face began to grow old. Then he ran like crazy and ran to the bamboo hut next to the mountain stream.

When he staggered into the bamboo house, there were two people in the house, one was the injured Liao Zhiyuan, and the other was facing Liao Fan, squatting to bandage Liao Zhiyuan's wounds.

"You're here!" Liao Fan looked at the back and whispered.

"Hmm," the man replied in a deep voice, then stood up and turned back to Liao Fan. Lin Yangming, or rather, not Lin Yangming.

"They took the painting?" Lin Yangming took Liao Fan's hand, looked at the wrinkles on it, and said softly.

"Hmm!" Liao Fan nodded, looking a little shy.

"That's good!" Lin Yangming nodded.

"The concubine has something unknown!" Liao Fan suddenly raised his head and said to Lin Yangming.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it!" Lin Yangming nodded.

"Why don't you just hand over the painting to those two, but instead play such a play?" Liao Fan said softly.

"Does the queen think I'm doing this too much?" said Lin Yangming with a smile.

"The concubine doesn't dare!" Liao Fan hurriedly lowered his head.

"Haha, actually, I also think it's too much, but there's no way, first, I don't want to reveal my identity, and second, I want to help them lead out that ghost doctor! Li Sanqing has a long way to go, and he doesn't want him to lose another person who can help him at this time!" Lin Yangming scratched his head and said.

"Yes, there is a long way to go, the concubine hopes that he can succeed but is afraid that he will succeed!" Liao Fan lowered his head and whispered, slightly sad.

"Fool, I'm afraid that if he succeeds, the two of us will be reincarnated, and they won't be able to be with me in the next life?" Lin Yangming's wife thought about the other party. Reach out and stroke his head.

"Hmm!"

"Don't worry, I won't leave you in the next life as a cow or a horse!" Lin Yangming patted his chest and said this, then turned around and returned to Liao Zhiyuan.

"Thank you for your hard work, Liao Fan!"

Liao Zhiyuan, who was called Liao Fan, was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and said with a smile: "I almost forgot that my name is Liao Fan! Hey, what hard work I have should do! Besides, if it weren't for you, would I have been able to kill so many devils back then?"

"Haha!" Lin Yangming smiled heartily, and then said: "If you hadn't left the imperial tomb with the painting, I wouldn't have been able to see the light of day again, if you hadn't sacrificed two souls and four souls and turned into flesh, the Xiao family would have been scattered long ago, and you, Liao Fan, in order to keep the identity of a fake Liao Fan, have been your son for half your life in vain! Haha, after all, my surname Yang owes you!"

"Haha, surnamed Yang, don't you call yourself me, the emperor won't do it!" Liao Zhiyuan, who is also the real Liao Fan, said with a haha.

"What a bullshit emperor, don't do it! After listening to that guy's nonsense and being a faint king for half his life, and being fooled by him to guard his paintings for more than a thousand years when he died, I'm fed up! It's really enough, and now I'm finally relaxed!" Lin Yangming sighed.

"It's rare that you can see through it!" Liao Fan, who had finally recovered his identity, also sighed.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, I'll go, take her to a quiet place, and wait for that day! You, go with peace of mind, wait for me below, if you have time, I'll have a good drink with you!" Lin Yangming patted Liao Fan's shoulder, then turned around and took her hand and left the wooden house, walked up to the top of the mountain, and jumped into the deep pool.

In the bamboo house, the man who has been his son for decades slowly grew old, and then gently closed his eyes.

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