"There is also a letter, which is even more outrageous, outrageous—" said the spearmaid's expression even more angry, "and it says that the painting is a good thing, and there is no reproach for the frescoes, and this generation has no pity for the frescoes, which are arbitrarily sketched in order to be traced, and whether the easel on the ladder table, that is, on the resting wall, damages the picture. And the cave is used as the family's bedroom, the town is locked, and the viewer is wrapped in feet. And the most hated one is to strip the mural at will. The caves of the Thousand Buddha Caves often have those who were originally opened for the Northern Wei Dynasty, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and rebuilt by the Song and Yuan dynasties of the five dynasties. The picture is occasionally peeled off and damaged, and the original face is exposed, revealing one or two ......"

I know very well that this situation proves that Zuo Fengshou has used illusion to control the spear girl.

Since he has studied the family history of the Lancer, he will know that the Lancer Girl has a relationship with the great painter who destroyed the murals back then, and it is easy to achieve his goal by taking advantage of the situation.

"If this kind of artistic treasure is only enshrined high, it can only be viewed from afar, not played closely, how can it guide the younger generations? The letter said that I, who was fond of the Northern Wei, Sui and Tang dynasties, made a bold move to cut off the upper layer, and when the descendants rebuilt it, the original painting was torn apart to make the plaster easy to stick. Therefore, after the upper layer is cut off, the one who gets it is still only the remnant of the mountain and the water, and sometimes the remnant of the mountain and the remnant of the water and there is nothing...... Hehe, they also said that I - stripped off the Song paintings, and now the Tang people painted the portrait of the two heavenly kings, and then continued to destroy the first layer painted by the Song people in this cave, and there is nothing left, and the Song paintings have been broken and fragmented, and they can't be cleaned up...... Moreover, at the end of the letter, he even criticized me in disregard of the facts - the Thousand Buddha Caves are gathered by the spirit of the ancestors, and are a treasure of Chinese art, which is owned by the state, and is not obtained by local individuals...... What right does he have to regard the Thousand Buddha Caves as if they were private property and destroy them at will, as far as this extreme? This is unbearable and unbearable! Hehe, hehe, these rotten Confucians, not only can not understand the essence and charm of the murals of the Mogao Grottoes, but also blindly pretend to be public and private, in a vain attempt to charge high fees for visiting the murals of the Mogao Grottoes. As a national painter, how can I bow my head to this group of ignorant children? Obey their orders? Those who have achieved great things in the past cannot break through the old and bring forth the new, and achieve a new world. In today's China, if Confucianism is allowed to govern, what room is there for the development of national art? In my opinion, all murals should be unveiled layer by layer, revealing their true colors, so that all young Chinese painters can copy and learn from them. It's a pity, it's a pity, the power of Confucianism is rampant, but the artists of my generation are submissive and can't fight for reason. Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. It's a pity that the art treasure house of Mogao Grottoes has been reduced to the private property of the official family, which is really tolerable and unbearable! ”

The spearwoman's voice grew louder and louder, and she rose to her feet, leaped onto the table, and spoke condescendingly and generously.

It seems that Zuo Fengshou's illusion is very effective against her.

"That's enough." Zuo Fengshou took a breath, stretched out his right hand, and snapped his fingers in front of the spearwoman.

The spearmaiden's expression gradually languished, and she sat down on the table in place, looking around blankly.

"You have just made a speech with a great sense of justice, and everyone is deeply moved." Zuo Fengshou said.

The spearwoman had a sad and inexplicable expression on her face again, bowing her head and saying nothing.

I couldn't bear it, and reached out to hold her shoulder.

"Mr. Long, what did I just do?" She asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, Mr. Zuo is just joking with you. Don't worry, Mr. Zuo and I will go back to Luopan Village. You go first, we'll go back later. I lifted her down and handed her to the four young men.

"Take her back and tell the Snow Bodhisattva that Mr. Zuo and I will go back soon." I say.

The young men agreed in unison, and went out with the spear woman.

"Actually, there is no need to kill them all, if you do this, I'm afraid you will damage the spearwoman's mind and turn her into a real waste." I say.

Zuo Fengshou shook his head: "Doing big things is not informal, someone must make mistakes in order for us to achieve our goal." Besides, the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade; If the former made mistakes, the future will atone for their sins. Isn't it? ”

I smiled faintly: "Mr. Zuo, it's a bit too much for you to be such a young girl." However, I can still forgive you this time, because I have been moved by what you said, and I would love to see what is hidden under the bouncing lute diagram. ”

Broadly speaking, all the artistic treasures left by the ancients belong to the whole people, and the greatest value of their existence is to provide a model for future generations to learn and pass on all the techniques.

If those ancient murals have been covered and cannot be seen in front of the world, then what is the meaning of their existence? What is this generation trying to protect the murals for? Even if it is left to the next generation and the next two generations, and it will continue to be protected from generation to generation, it will not be able to see the true face of Lushan in the end.

Perhaps, as the Spearwoman said, only by uncovering the layers can the murals of the Mogao Grottoes have a new meaning and inject new strength into China's modern and contemporary painting and calligraphy art.

"Really moved by me? I'm honored then. Zuo Fengshou said.

"Let's go back, back to Luopan Village." I stood up, "The spearmaiden returned in vain, but I am afraid that the Snow Bodhisattva and the Great Demon Hand will come in an instant." ”

Zuo Fengshou shook his head: "I can't go back, and now I have completely broken with the Yellow Flower Society." If you go back, it's just a dead end. Mr. Long, if you want to go back, you can go back by yourself and act according to our plan. ”

I didn't want to try to persuade him, so I went out of the hotel gate alone, didn't let Bao Chan and Bao Yue send me, called a taxi, and returned to Luopan Village.

On the way, I repeatedly thought about the performance of the spear girl, and felt more and more that the existence of Zuo Fengshou was a huge hidden danger.

When I touched my collarbone, I couldn't help but smile silently.

Now, I'm not sure how the Yuan Shen Gu appeared, and I even suspect that it was just a means for Zuo Fengshou to slander the Great Demon Hand.

"Go back and see the Great Demon Hand, maybe the truth will be revealed." I consoled myself.

"Sir, Compass Village has arrived." The driver parked the car on the side of the road.

It was pitch black outside, and I didn't see the lights of Compass Village or the stone tower.

I got out of the car, but when I looked around, this place was extremely unfamiliar, and it was not Luopan Village at all.

"Sir, don't look, this is not where you are going." The driver laughed and shook the short gun in his hand.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"There's a boss who wants to see you, please take thirty steps back, don't look back, beware that my gun will go off." The short-bearded driver said with a grin.

I didn't resist, I obediently went backwards step by step.

Thirty steps later, my shoulder and waist touched a car with an open door.

"Please come in." The driver shook his gun again.

I smelled the mixture of vodka and cigar smoke and immediately realized that the car belonged to the Russians.

The Russians disappeared into a mirage, and their reinforcements must not rest on their laurels, and must have a reasonable explanation. It just so happened that I became a meeting point of various forces and had to be questioned by all sides. However, I can be sure that everyone is here for the purpose of making friends and finding news, at least my life will not be in danger.

I slowly got into the car, and the door closed.

It was a lengthened Mercedes Benz, and in the car sat a short, stocky bald man, holding a wine glass in one hand and a cigar in the other, leisurely crossing Erlang's legs, shaking his head to the Russian music on the speakers.

"I only have three questions, and each of them is paid $100,000. Of course, there are many more special rewards if you answer exceptionally well. Now, is it time to get started? He asked.

This is actually a Chinese, but his style is full of Russian style, and the atmosphere of admiration and flattery comes to his face.

I didn't want to dwell too much on it, so I nodded slowly.

"Are my people still alive?" He asked the first question.

I have never asked Zuo Fengshou this question, but I believe that as long as there is a person with useful value, he will live.

"Alive." I nodded.

"Can you put them to death right away?" He asked a second question.

I sighed, "Yes." ”

The Great Desert can devour human life indefinitely, and the disappearance of a few Russians here is tantamount to a few drops of rain falling into the sea, which is simply impossible to find and will soon be erased from people's memory.

"The third question, what conditions are needed to surrender to the Northern Emperor?" He then asked.

I replied coldly: "The most important condition is that I must meet the Northern Emperor before I can consider the issue of submission." At the same time, I am Chinese and have only one motherland, which is the People's Republic of China, and not Russia. Even if the Northern Emperor is willing to change my nationality for me, then I will always have Chinese blood flowing in my body. So, conversion is impossible, never possible. ”

He was so satisfied with this answer that he drained his glass in one gulp, reached out of the window, and smashed the empty glass on the road.

"Very good, very good answer, very truthful, straight to the heart. That's what I need to answer with an accurate, affirmative answer, which will make the next step very easy for me to do. The gratuity will be given to you by hand, and now, you can get off the bus. He said.

I was a little surprised, because these three questions were really easy to answer, and they were answered without pretense and with real thoughts. Especially the third one, I found it hard to believe that the other party was so excited when he heard that I couldn't submit to the Northern Emperor at all.

"Goodbye." I opened the door and got out of the car.

"The next time we meet, we are mortal enemies." He smiled and waved at me.

Only then did I realize that his purpose in asking these questions was simply to confirm whether the two sides were friends or foes.

Once this kind of problem is clarified, it is indeed easy to carry out the work in the future, and there is absolutely no need to repeatedly weigh the question of "whether to kill or not to kill."

"Very well, then I hope never to see each other again." I politely closed the door for the other party.

The window glass suddenly fell, and the man gave me a thumbs up: "He is worthy of being a humble gentleman, even if he knows that he will be an opponent next, he is still calm." You can do it, but I can't. It seems that there is still a lot to learn from you - I have to tell you one thing in advance, and generally speaking, the way I learn from others is to kill them to make sure that the saying 'women and villains are hard to raise' is absolutely true. In this society, the gentleman dies the fastest, and only the villain can live for a long time - goodbye, goodbye. ”

The glass rose and the car disappeared into the night.

I turned around and the taxi driver had opened the door for me and was waiting for me to get in.

"You're not gone yet? Not afraid of my revenge? I asked.

The driver shook his head: "You are big people in the sky, and it will definitely not be difficult for us nobodies." In my experience, if I stay here, not only will I not be punished, but I may be rewarded. ”

I got into the car, leaned quietly in the corner, and turned my head to look out the window.

"You're the only one who got in the car in the same situation and didn't shout at the street—" the driver laughed.

"yes, useless people scold the streets, right?" I smiled wryly.

I'm so tired that I don't even have the strength to scold the street, not to mention, I never scold the street.

When the car drove to Luopan Village, I didn't ask him to take me to the bottom of the stone tower, but got out of the car without saying a word and walked to the stone tower step by step.

"Good luck, sir. Remind you that if you cooperate with the Northern Emperor, you will definitely make money. "The driver shouted loudly behind me, and the sound was heard far away in the night.

It can be seen from this driver that the people of the Northern Emperor are very arrogant and don't care what other forces think.

In fact, each side has its own characteristics, some are arrogant like lions and tigers, and some are as forbearant as poisonous snakes, but in the end, there is always a moment to see the dagger.