"I wasn't born a hundred years ago, how could you have seen me?" Zhang Yue asked puzzledly, this old man must be sick, he only came to Earth recently, what the hell was a hundred years ago?

"I'm talking about a picture." Duke De Lan said, "When our Eight-Nation Alliance Army entered the capital, I grabbed a painting in the Qing Dynasty palace. This painting is very different from the classical Chinese ink paintings, with a realistic style, and the characters in that painting are extremely similar to yours, so when I first saw you, I felt very familiar. ”

Zhang Yue nodded, no wonder the old man stared at him several times during the day, it turned out that it was because of this.

"Are you sure the person on that painting is me?" Zhang Yue asked.

"I'm not sure, but the figure in that painting is a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy to be exact, and he looks a little like you." Duke Deresan replied, "According to expert identification, the history of that painting can be traced back to the pre-Qin era of your China. ”

The pre-Qin era was more than 2,000 years ago, and he didn't know where he was at that time! Zhang Yue couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Where is that painting now?" Zhang Yue asked, deciding to go and see it first.

"In the National Museum in the heart of Paris, you can visit it when you have time." Duke Deresa laughed.

"Well, thank you, Duke."

"It's okay, I just feel like I'm in love with you." Duke De Lan said with some emotion, "When I was young, I grabbed that painting, and I thought that I could still see the person in the painting when I was old, and the years were unforgiving. ”

With that, Duke Deresa turned to leave

Zhang Yue decided to go to the National Museum tomorrow to see if the painting was like what the Duke of Deland said, the person in the painting was very similar to him.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yue was woken up by Xiao Ziya and shouted to go shopping with him.

Zhang Yue accompanied Xiao Ziya's family to breakfast, and after Xiao Ziya finished dressing up, he and Xiao Ziya came to the streets of Paris, and at a glance, almost half of the people on the entire street were tourists.

Paris is a world-renowned romantic city, and there are countless couples who come here for their honeymoon.

"Let's go to the National Museum first." Zhang Yue suggested.

"You're a violent maniac, do you still want to go to the museum to cultivate your sentiments?" Xiao Ziya scoffed.

"Yes, it's to cultivate sentiment." Zhang Yue said.

Xiao Ziya glanced at him, and didn't believe that he went to the museum to cultivate his sentiments, and he must have something unsightly.

"Let's go, I know how to get to the National Museum."

Xiao Ziya took Zhang Yue's arm and took Zhang Yue to visit the National Museum like other couples on the street.

It would be nice if I could keep holding hands with Zhang Yue like this.

Walking through the bustling downtown of Paris, the two came to the National Museum.

"Have you been here?" Zhang Yue asked Xiao Ziya.

"I've been here, and there are cultural relics from various countries and ages in it, and the varieties are quite varied." Xiao Ziya replied.

At that time, Britain and France were very powerful, and it was difficult for any country in the world to compete with these two countries, and Britain was even called the empire on which the sun never set.

Many countries became colonies of these two countries, and the historical relics of those countries were also plundered by these two countries, and Huaxia was one of them.

"You take me to the part of the pavilion where Huaxia is located." Zhang Yue said to Xiao Ziya.

"Okay."

Xiao Ziya took Zhang Yue to enter the National Museum, and walked all the way from the African exhibition hall, where you can see exquisite cultural relics from all over the world, Buddha sculptures in India, mummies in Egypt, and ancient laws in Babylon, which are dazzling.

Zhang Yue was pulled in by Xiao Ziya, but when he passed by an Egyptian mummy, he suddenly had a strange feeling, and subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

The mummy's body was curled, its skin was as dry as a twig, its teeth were exposed, and its eyes were hollow, and it was a little scary to be placed in a glass cover.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Ziya saw Zhang Yue pause and asked.

"Nothing." Zhang Yue replied.

The mummy was faintly full of evil energy, and it was probably not a good thing, and Zhang Yue was too lazy to care about it.

The French themselves snatched things that did not belong to them and put them on display in museums, and they deserved to ask for trouble.

After passing through the many exhibition halls, Zhang Yue and Xiao Ziya came to the exhibition hall where the Chinese cultural relics are located, where there are not only celebrity calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver jewelry, but also rock wall carving art and rare porcelain.

When Zhang Yue came to the calligraphy and painting area, he saw that the entire wall was full of classical ink paintings, but most of these ink paintings were landscape paintings, and there were few portraits.

The Qing, Ming, Yuan, Song, and Tang dynasties went in, the older the age, and the Duke of Delan said that the painting had been identified by experts and was from the pre-Qin era, and it should be seen inside.

Walking all the way in, Zhang Yue finally found a portrait of a figure among the many landscape paintings.

There is no text on this painting, and the painting is a handsome young man of twelve or thirteen years old, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and there is a compelling heroic spirit between the eyebrows, which shows that the painter is extremely skilled in painting.

The young man, dressed in tattered clothes, was a wandering orphan, standing on a small bridge, holding a nameless flower in his hand, looking back and looking back, his eyes were full of reluctance.

"Zhang Yue, this person looks like you, I didn't notice it when I came last time." Xiao Ziya said in surprise.

After a closer look, if Zhang Yue is ten years younger, it is estimated that this is the case.

Zhang Yue didn't speak, and fell into deep thought.

Although his face was expressionless, his heart was extremely surprised, because this young man was definitely the same person he was ten years ago.

He still remembers the day he was separated from Zhen'er, that is, on a small bridge outside the village, Zhen'er tearfully gave him a nameless little flower, which he kept as a memorial.

In the course of ten years of cultivation, no matter what kind of difficulties and obstacles he encountered, he did his best to protect this little flower, compared to this little flower, no matter how against the sky, the magic weapon was just garbage and waste residue.

Cultivation is a very hard thing, every time I want to give up, when I see this nameless little flower, my heart will surge with infinite fighting spirit, I will cultivate desperately, and finally set foot on the peak of the world of cultivating immortals.

The flower in the hand of the young man in the painting was given to him by Zhen'er, but now it has dried up and is kept by him in Xiao Ningxue's house.

"This painting must have been painted by Zhen'er, and she was reincarnated after death without losing her memory." Zhang Yue secretly said in his heart that that parting was the beginning of his journey to the top, and only he and Zhen'er knew.

What puzzled Zhang Yue the most was that after Zhen'er was reincarnated, how could she have the memory of her previous life?

He and Shou both directly broke the barriers of space and time and came to the earth, but Zhen'er was reincarnated and couldn't have the memory of her previous life, which was too strange.

Twenty-four R said

The author Jun code words on the train, uncomfortable to death, some late, but the two will not change, there is a change at night, and the death is constantly changing