I had just entered the light, and my steps were unsteady, when suddenly a knife flashed in front of me, and a bright short knife stabbed at me.

When the incident happened suddenly, I turned sideways to avoid it, and without waiting for the person holding the knife to change his move, I grabbed the opponent's wrist with both hands, twisted left and right, and snatched the short knife in my hand.

I was going to break in and stop the murder, but someone attacked me.

"You demon way, I misjudged you in vain, you ...... I have failed my hard work. The man with the knife stepped back and pointed his fingers at me with a look of grief.

This person's clothes are very luxurious, and the brocade robe he wears should be made of gold thread, shining in the candlelight.

He was about forty years old, with a short beard on his midriff and chin, his hair coiled on the top, and a white hosta sticking horizontally.

This is a man dressed in ancient costumes, and I am in a large house with ancient furnishings.

When he pointed at me and spoke, he was majestic and his brows were furrowed, and he really had the arrogant posture of the Ninety-Five.

"Who are you? Who are you going to kill? I asked.

It was just me and him in the room, and there was no third person.

"Demon Dao, what are you pretending to do? Who am I going to kill, not you? He shouted.

Naturally, I'm not a "demon", but I don't understand, when I hear that the other party wants to kill and break in, how can I become the person he wants to kill?

"What about the painting? What about the bouncing pipa picture? I asked out loud.

This is the real purpose of listening to my inner feelings under the guidance of Master Wan, I did see that painting just now, and many fragments in my heart are also being pieced together and condensed.

"There." The man pointed to the right.

I turned my head, and sure enough, there was a huge scroll hanging on the wall on the right, three meters high and two meters wide, taking up almost a quarter of the wall.

It is indeed a picture of a rebounding pipa, and in the middle of the picture is the dancing girl who rebounds the pipa, exactly the same as the person in the painting in Cave 112 of Mogao Grottoes. The only difference is that the painting is huge, and the surrounding characters and scenery are several times more than that of Cave 112.

"You like this painting too?" The man asked.

"This painting ...... How could this picture be? I couldn't answer him, but muttered to myself, "Is this still a picture of a bouncing lute?" This painting or Cave 112, which one is the real rebound pipa picture? ”

In fact, this issue is the focus of debate in the calligraphy and painting circles for a long time, and some "imaginary paintings" and "copying paintings" have always claimed that they have perfectly inherited the original charm of ancient paintings, and are more expressive than the originals, so they can prove that their skills have surpassed the original authors, and they are the real masters.

I was really speechless as I stood in front of this huge bouncing pipa picture.

The rebound pipa diagram of Cave 112 is already an immortal classic, which can only be copied and cannot be distorted. However, the one in front of me is definitely more delicate and complex than that of Cave 112, and you can see that it is a treasure in the painting at a glance.

"Where did this painting come from?" I asked.

"You ask me, but I want to ask you, where did this painting come from?" He asked the same question rhetorically.

"How do I know?" I didn't care about etiquette and snarled at him.

He also waved his arm and angrily asked, "Where did you get me this painting?" Where is this wonderland? I asked you more than a thousand times, and you always said that you wanted to take me there, but you always shirked it. Qiu Yincicada, you are so bold, dare to deceive me? The whole world is mine, and whoever dares to lie to me is a dead end, don't you know? Aren't you afraid? ”

"Autumn Silver Cicada?" I was suddenly silent.

Of course I know this name, this person has a very close relationship with Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty, and has played the biggest negative role in the "Jingkang Difficulty".

In the history of the two Song Dynasty and the wild history of the Song Dynasty, the person "Autumn Silver Cicada" was mentioned many times, and even when King Kang Zhao Gou built a small court in Lin'an City, this person changed and became a guest of the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, which can be called a model of "warlock troubled country".

"I'm not an autumn silver cicada." I shook my head and strode over to the scroll.

The scroll hung near the roof, and I pulled a chair over it, stepped on it, and rolled the scroll from the bottom up, then took it off and tied it with silk.

This painting is very helpful in exploring the secrets of Dunhuang, and since you have come, you will naturally not go back empty-handed.

"Hey, you stop, put that painting down." The man was furious.

The short knife he snatched was stuck in my belt, and the hilt was exposed, so he naturally did not dare to approach.

"I don't care who you are, I'm going to decide on this painting." I say.

The big house had doors and windows, but that's not where I came from.

I looked back, and a huge drape covered the wall, more than three meters high and at least ten meters wide.

With my feelings, when the curtain is opened, I should be able to return to the original place.

I came from Zhu Tianwang's villa, and if I want to go back, I will naturally go back to the room where Master Wan is.

"Autumn Silver Cicada, where are you going? Where are you going? The man screamed.

"I'm not an autumn silver cicada." I whispered to him.

Qiu Yincia deceived many people in his life, especially in the second half of his life, he was good at dancing in the court of the two Song emperors, and took advantage of it. Such a person has nothing to do with me, and even if I had a past life, I should not be such a person.

"Where is that fairyland? Where is that fairy? I gave you two mountains of gold, and you promised me that you would take me to find her. But now? You have deceived me, you can neither mobilize the heavenly soldiers and generals to repel the enemy, nor can you take me out of this dangerous city and into the fairyland you said...... You lied to me, you lied to me......"

In the end, the man threw himself on the table, covered his face and sobbed.

I strode over to the curtain, half-clasped each hand, and pulled it away.

Outside, there was a dark void.

I rubbed my eyes and looked closely, it turned out that this big house was built on a very high building, and looking forward and down, about a few hundred paces away, was the ancient bluestone city wall, on which were ambushed archers who could not see the edge, all facing out of the city.

Outside the city, there were infantry carrying ladders. Behind the infantry, there were neat teams of archers and horses.

Judging from the ancient armor and clothing, these armies belonged to the Dajin Kingdom in the Song and Song dynasties, that is, the makers of the "Jingkang Difficulty".

"Slaughter, plunder, Jingkang's shame......" blood poured all over my head, I didn't expect that I would suddenly appear here, facing the imminent shame of the Great Song Dynasty.

The shame of Jingkang was a peak of political corruption, national turmoil, the departure of loyal ministers, and the rise of traitors to power in the Northern Song Dynasty. It is conceivable that if there was no section on "Mud Horse Crossing King Kang", the Central Plains would have become an empty country without a ruler. At that time, any force could occupy the capital, re-establish the national name, establish a new state, and completely end the Zhao and Song dynasties.

The appearance of the small court of the Southern Song Dynasty only proved that the Zhao family's life should not be extinguished, and they finally had a chance to survive. Moreover, the emergence of Zhang Jun, Yue Fei and other Zhongxing ministers did cause great damage to the Jin State in the north, so that the Southern Song Dynasty frontier was consolidated.

I appeared in a vision, and it was not a pleasant thing.

"You're done." I turned my head and looked at the weeping man.

"I don't want this kind of country for a long time, I don't want to sit on this dragon chair, I don't want this country name and people. My future is not in Bianliang City, but in the far west—" He stopped crying, sat up straight, and straightened his crooked bun.

His ten fingers were slender, fair, and slender, and his nails were neatly trimmed and more meticulously maintained than a woman's.

As an emperor, he didn't care about the affairs of the country, the frontier, the courtiers, and the people, but blindly immersed himself in gold and stone, calligraphy and painting, harem, and flower street, and completely became a real waste.

The Zhao family's throne passed into his hands, and it deserved to be a sad joke, and he and his son were bound to be nailed to the shame frame of history.

"You don't want this country, at least you have to think about the subjects outside, right? You are innocent of death, but what about those people? They are all innocent, and they are all defending the city and defending your country with their lives...... You're really a- good emperor, good, emperor, emperor......" I said with a sneer.

Thousands of years later, the two Song Dynasty are history.

The "Jingkang Disaster", which is comparable to the Nanjing Massacre, has also been lost to time and is no longer remembered. I don't want to be here, no matter what, it is a heavy heart to see the people of the Central Plains being slaughtered by the wolf-like Jin people in the north.

"Let's go together." He stood up.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Go to Dunhuang, as you said, pledge our souls to the night demons, and enter the protection of the 'Golden Mountain and Silver Sea Jade Palace', and we can live forever." He was a little excited, and his teardrop face gradually emerged with infinite longing.

I shook my head: "The army is besieging the city, and the general trend is gone." ”

"Didn't you say that the 'Longitudinal Golden Light Technique' can leave the capital in an instant and go five hundred miles to the west?" He asked.

Taoism did have the ancient thaumaturgy of "Longitudinal Golden Light Technique", but in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, the court stranger who was best at this technique died under the foreign guns of the Eight-Nation Alliance, and this technique was permanently lost.

"I'm leaving, you can do it yourself." I shook my head.

I am self-aware, in the face of such a devastating crisis, no one can guarantee that they can live safely, let alone carry such a waste?

"I'll go with you, I have a way to get out, General Fei is waiting for us, she has a way." He cried out.

Anyone who has read through the history of the Northern Song Dynasty knows that the so-called "Flying General" is not the Flying General Li Guang who galloped in front of the two armies to kill the enemy, but the celebrity Li in Wazi Lane.

There are many folk legends about Master Li, most of which are satirizing her beauty and misleading the country, leaving a laughing stock in vain.

In fact, it was the emperor who really misled the country, not a woman in Wazi Lane. Those who can't see this clearly read those history books in vain.

If I can't get rid of the illusion, I can't go back to Master Wan.

"Boom", there was a loud bang outside.

I looked out the window, and the sides of the walls were filled with smoke and dust, and it seemed that half of them had collapsed.

"The Jin people used the Iron Floating Massacre to siege the city, the matter is in crisis, take me away." The man cried out urgently.

"Let's go." I felt helpless.

In the face of the enemy's thousands of troops, the power of one person is too small. can only temporarily avoid the edge, find an opportunity and then try to counterattack.

I followed the man downstairs, and without leaving the building, I went straight down behind the false wall on the first floor and entered a tunnel that was not cramped.

"From here to the end, it is the home of the 'Flying General'." He said.

From ancient times to the present, except for the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, who could dig a tunnel alone for prostitution, the emperors of other dynasties have never had such a blatant practice.

The actions of the emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty have seriously deviated from the principle of being the king of a country, which is absurd and absurd.

Because of this, God humiliates it.

The tunnel was extremely long, and we walked for nearly two miles, and there was still no end in sight.

"How much longer?" I asked.

"Throw that painting away, run away and get in the way." He said.

"I asked how long it would take to get out?" I say.

"It's going to be soon, it's going to be fast." He said.

I can't give up on this painting, it plays a crucial role in unlocking the mystery of the bouncing lute diagram.

After walking a few dozen steps, the ever-bright light at the corner in front of him suddenly went out.

He didn't notice it, but still strode forward, and I grabbed him.

"What's wrong?" His face was bewildered.

"There's an ambush ahead." I say.

The ancient ever-bright lantern has been specially designed and can not be extinguished for hundreds of days or years, so there is a saying of "ever-bright". Since it is Changming, of course, it will not be extinguished at a critical moment.

The only explanation is that someone on the other side deliberately turned off the lights and hid in the dark.

There are not many people who know that the emperor has a secret authenticity, but there are many people who know that he loves the "flying general" like a carp crossing the river.

As long as the Jin people infiltrate the city, they will definitely choose to ambush the emperor in Wazi Lane. This was the weakness of the emperor and the weakness of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Lie down and keep quiet." I whispered.

He honestly crouched in the corner, motionless.