I stopped, looked in the direction of her finger, and saw a circular scar on the wall from the severed roots, about two feet in diameter.

The scar is easy to explain, and it must have been left by a large tree with deep roots and thick leaves a few years ago. Tree roots have a strong role in holding and strengthening the mountain, but they can also damage the foundation wall of the building. Therefore, without affecting the growth of the ancient trees and without damaging the main body of the building, the staff of the Garden and Forestry Bureau will carry out the necessary cutting and pruning of their roots to ensure that the two sides live in peace.

"It's just a root." Gu Qingcheng explained.

"No, it's an Imperial Blood Dragon Tree, and those who have stood under that tree will become a generation of emperors in the future. He's—" Miss Ming pointed to me, "he's standing under the Imperial Blood Dragon Tree, he's the future emperor." ”

I laughed dumbly, we are a socialist country, there is only a state president, how can there be any emperor? The so-called emperor's technique, the emperor's wood, the emperor's appearance, etc., are just fortune tellers compiled to deceive people. If someone really believes it, they don't know how to die even if they die in the end.

Gu Qingcheng didn't take this sentence as a joke, but looked straight at me.

As you can imagine, if a tree does grow from the scar on the wall, its crown and branches are indeed above my head.

The Imperial Blood Dragon Wood is not Miss Ming's nonsense, the name of this tree is indeed mentioned in the Indian Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures, and its dignity is equivalent to the Bodhi tree in Buddhism. Shakyamuni became enlightened under the Bodhi tree and achieved immortal fame, while the founding kings of several major Indian dynasties all ascended the throne under the imperial blood dragon tree, and a few others grew the imperial blood dragon wood on the side of the couch. Therefore, this kind of tree has long been listed as one of the ancient treasure trees, which is rare and rare in the world.

"Miss Ming, you're tired." Gu Tingcheng said.

In broad daylight, what we saw was the scar on the root of the tree, but what Miss Ming saw was the Imperial Blood Dragon Wood, which only proved that she was too tired, and hallucinations began to appear in her eyes.

"Let's go, let's go to the car and rest for a while." Gu Qingcheng hugged Miss Ming's left arm.

"I've been here - when I see the emperor, I don't kneel, it's a capital crime, and I want to destroy the nine clans." Miss Ming struggled with all her might.

There is an obvious gap between the two of them in terms of body and strength, and it stands to reason that as long as Gu Qingcheng does not intend to let go, Miss Ming will never be able to break free, so she can only follow obediently. However, after she struggled twice, she actually got rid of Gu Qingcheng's hand and staggered towards me.

"Miss Ming, watch out for your step-" Gu Qingcheng shouted.

Miss Ming fell down in response, but not down, but "on her knees".

"See Wang Chitose, Ming Shui Sleeve wishes Wang Chitose good health and boundless joy!" She threw herself down, touched her forehead to the ground, and bowed to me.

The tourists all around were stunned, and after a while, there was a burst of laughter, like watching a madman and a drunkard.

Gu Qingcheng didn't rush over to help Miss Ming, but stood there, frowning and observing me.

I hurriedly bent down to help, grabbed Miss Ming's arm, and helped her up to stand still.

"Miss Gu, hurry up and take your friend away. If you have time, take her to the doctor. I said.

Miss Ming's uproar has already attracted the attention of too many tourists, and if it continues, the security guards of the management office will appear.

"Mr. Long, there must be something strange here." Gu Qingcheng said with a deep groan.

I helped Miss Ming over and put her hand into Gu Qingcheng's hands.

"Regardless of whether there is something strange or not, you can quickly take Miss Ming down, if there is a stampede accident in the tourist blockage here, it will be bad." I say.

Lu Zhongguo also came over: "Let's go, let's go down quickly, don't cause anything else." It doesn't matter to you, when the time comes, I will be punished, and the bonus will be deducted......"

Gu Qingcheng didn't entangle, and immediately took Miss Ming down.

The tourists obviously regarded the scene of Miss Ming kneeling just now as a farce, laughed for a while, and then slowly dispersed.

You know, I'm wearing overalls now, and I'm no different from the painters in the other caves. In the eyes of tourists, we are an integral part of the Mogao Grottoes, ordinary, not strange, and nothing worth paying special attention to.

Lu Zhongguo was just about to follow, but I immediately patted him on the shoulder to keep him: "Hey, guide Lu, don't count the money in the pockets of Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan friends all day long." Not everyone is a rich man who spends money like water, and every dollar is hard-earned money, just like you and me. At least, let go of Miss Gu and Miss Ming just now, okay? ”

I don't like tour guides, but I respect everyone in this world who makes money with real ability. As long as Lu Zhongguo doesn't pester that Miss Gu, there will be nothing wrong between us.

"I earn my money, what happened to my friends in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan? Aren't they also Chinese? Since I am in the Chinese, then everyone must be equal, and the money I deceive mainlanders in China is money, and the money I deceive friends in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan is also money. As long as it's money, I don't care where it comes from? Besides, I don't make money, and the whole family drinks the northwest wind? Lu Zhongguo roared in a low voice.

My right hand slid down his left shoulder, pinched his wrist abruptly, and then with my thumb on top and the other four fingers on the bottom, I slammed it against the direction of the joint bend.

"Oops—oops, it hurts, it hurts me!" Lu Zhongguo bared his teeth and shouted.

"Do you hear me? Stay away from Miss Gu and Miss Ming, and don't let them have any unexpected consumption outside of travel. Those rumors you created such as 'Mogao Grottoes turned around, Jinshan Yinhai Jade Palace' deceived honest people, don't try to sell them to Miss Gu, do you hear clearly? Got it? I asked in a low voice.

Every time I asked, my fingers increased a little strength, and the pain made Lu Zhongguo sweat profusely.

"What do they have to do with you? I lied to them, what do I have to do with you...... Relationship? Oops, ay, tap, my hand and neck are about to break! "Lu Zhongguo bent down*, but he was very jealous of me, and he didn't dare to scold me.

"You can't lie to them, I just ask for this, can I do it?" I pressed again.

This is the first time since I arrived in Dunhuang that I have forced people by force, and it is worth opening this ring for Gu Tingcheng.

"I can, I can, I can...... But I didn't lie to them at all, I don't believe you went to the Dunhuang tourism circle to inquire, I never said that there is no spectrum and no shadow, I really know the news of the 'Jinshan Yinhai Jade Palace', and I lied to you that you are a turtle bastard! Mogao Grottoes...... Ouch, hey, Mogao Grottoes can really turn around, this is what my grandfather and my father said personally, I swear, I swear by the tablet of the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the law family, what I said is true, it is all true......" Lu Zhongguo shouted angrily, and even swore with a gambling curse.

At a glance, four black-clad security guards were running towards this side at a rapid pace.

I let go of my hand, and Ritsu immediately stepped back, putting his arms behind his back.

"Remember what I say." I smiled faintly.

When I was on Hong Kong Island, I lived a long time fighting and killing. Causeway Bay, Tuen Mun, Tai O, Kowloon Tong, Tsim Sha Tsui, and Tsuen Wan have all left memories of great victories, and the thugs of the major forces on Hong Kong Island know my name, both fearful and admirable. In the world of the old boy, people who are courageous, brave, resourceful, and righteous are the easiest to get to the top, simple and direct, and the results are immediate.

If it weren't for my inner struggle and reflection, I would have been-

"What's the matter? What's up? Four security guards arrived, and the little leader grabbed Lu Zhongguo's collar and asked menacingly.

There are also conflicts between the security guard and the tour guide, but that is a trivial matter, not because of the competition for money, or because of the vindictiveness.

"It's okay, it's okay." I played a round for Lu Zhongguo.

This matter ends here, and there is no need to let the security guards of the Mogao Grottoes Management Office interfere anymore.

Lu Zhongguo broke free from the little leader's hand: "What are you doing?" Are you going to hit someone or what? I just exchanged knowledge of murals with this gentleman, and I was talking about it, what are you black-skinned dogs talking about? ”

The little leader shouted angrily, and the four of them surrounded the Lu Zhongguo.

Of course, the Dunhuang tour guide is one, and at the moment there are at least a dozen tour groups inside and outside the Mogao Grottoes, that is, at least ten or more tour guides are present. After Lu Zhongguo shouted a few "security guards beat people", a tour guide with other tour groups rushed over to support.

Instead of continuing to get involved, I chose to go back to the hole.

The small people in the market fight for the flies and dogs, and the final result will only be pushing, and there will be no large-scale bloody fights. This is clearly different from the gang war on Hong Kong Island, where the former is a kindergarten child's house, while the latter is actually pulling out a knife and slashing people, and life and death are in a matter of time.

Back in the cave, I found Director Song standing in front of my easel.

He was so engrossed that I didn't wake up until I walked in front of me.

"This ...... Long Fei, the picture you painted today is really ...... It's kind of interesting. I haven't been together for a few days, and your painting skills have improved too much......" Director Song seemed to be a little flustered, and hurriedly covered it up with gossip.

For that painting, I only made the first draft, and it was the mysterious and eccentric Miss Ming who painted the shadows, constructed the contrasts, deepened the muscles, and traced the eyes.

When she bowed to me, she called herself "Mingshui Sleeve", and it seems that these three words are her full name.

"Director Song has won the award." I say.

The appearance of Gu Tingcheng and Ming Shuisleeve was very abrupt, as if with some kind of mysterious enlightenment. I don't want to talk too much about them to anyone until I find out the truth.

"It's a really good picture, and the more you look at it, the more interesting it gets. We've been together for so long, and I haven't collected a single painting of you! Why don't you give me this one as a souvenir? Director Song asked.

The painters are all consistent and not good at concealment, Director Song said that it was "to make a commemoration", but in fact, his greedy eyes have betrayed himself.

From this, I concluded that the painting must be of great value.

"Director Song, don't worry. Forget about this one today, I'll draw another good one for you tomorrow. This painting is a bit rushed, and the character structure is not good enough. I said.

Director Song was anxious: "No, no, this one is very good, this one is already very good." I'll roll it up and take it away now—"

As he spoke, he began to remove the clips around the drawing board and prepare to pick up the painting.

I stepped forward, put one hand on the back of Director Song's right hand, and said resolutely: "No, Director Song, you didn't understand, this painting is neither for sale nor given away." A gentleman doesn't take away the love of others, Director Song is a gentleman, he must not embarrass me, right? ”

In all fairness, if it weren't for the smearing of the Ming Water Sleeve, this painting would not have aroused the covetousness of Director Song. I had a keen sense that there must have been something in the painting that touched him.