The screams of the subordinates attracted everyone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info especially Master Zhang, after seeing the corpse of the next person, then asked Wei Xiaohu, "What happened?"

Wei Xiaohu said unhurriedly, "Yan Shuangfei killed him and took the painting away." ”

"What?" When Lord Zhang heard this, he almost fainted in anger, if it wasn't for the people behind him who supported him from behind, it is estimated that he would have fallen to the ground and died on the spot.

"Why are you still stunned? Go chase me! If you can't find the painting, don't come back." After Lord Zhang said this, he finally fainted to death.

After Wei Xiaohu received the order, he immediately jumped on the roof and chased Yan Shuangfei.

Until he came to the outside of the city, Wei Xiaohu still didn't notice Yan Shuangfei's voice, but secretly thought to himself, "Could it be that this guy left by himself with the painting?" ”

Just as he was complaining, Yan Shuangfei walked out from the side, and when he saw Wei Xiaohu, he said, "What's the matter?"

"It's not because of that old bastard. Wei Xiaohu scolded.

"Hmm, do you have a grudge against him?" Yan Shuangfei asked him with interest.

"Yes, he killed my father back then, so I conspired with you to steal him, and it can be regarded as revenge for my father. Wei Xiaohu came to his side, but he didn't see the painting, so he asked, "What about the painting?"

"Rest assured, it's safe to draw. Let's go!" Yan Shuangfei said with his arm around his neck.

"Let's go, where are you going?" Wei Xiaohu was a little puzzled.

"Hmph, I stole Mr. Zhang's painting, and they will definitely hunt me down. If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave. Moreover, if you go back, they will definitely ask you, or go to Shanxi with me!" Yan Shuangfei said analytically.

Wei Xiaohu lowered his head, "That's the only way, if you don't leave, I'm afraid you really won't be able to go." ”

The two set off from the Forbidden City overnight, and then rode a fast horse for several days to Shanxi. Although they have money, they can't show their faces as soon as possible, let alone reveal their identities. Although it is said that Lord Zhang's power cannot penetrate here, it is better to be cautious in order to be cautious just in case.

The two settled in a small village near the Dan River in Jincheng City, and that night it snowed heavily again in the sky, this time heavier than the last time.

At night, Yan Shuangfei took "Real Dragon" out of the painting bucket, and then unfolded it and put it on the bed. Wei Xiaohu also came over, and the two of them kept looking at the painting like that.

Just like that, the two stared at the painting for more than an hour, and their eyes were sour, but they still didn't see the mystery in the painting.

"Ahh Yan Shuangfei rubbed his eyes, stopped looking at the painting, came to the table and poured a glass of water, and after taking two sips, he poured the water directly down his head, hoping that this would make his eyes feel better.

Yan Shuangfei didn't wipe the water off his face immediately, but came to the front of the painting again, intending to put it away. But when he first came here, he noticed that the dragon in the painting was slowly writhing on the canvas, and he felt like he wanted to rise into the air.

"Ahh Yan Shuangfei looked at the painting and said in surprise.

His words made Wei Xiaohu stunned, and he said with a smile, "I said, Brother Fei, are you nervous? Isn't this dragon good? How can you fly?"

Hearing his reminder, Yan Shuangfei rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, he did see the dragon on the canvas, and there was no such thing as what he saw just now.

"What's going on?" Yan Shuangfei was also a little puzzled, but in the end, he thought that maybe he had a momentary hallucination because he had been tired from running around recently, and he didn't take it to heart.

"Okay, the painting is in our hands, what is the mystery in it, we can study it slowly, and we don't care about this moment. Wei Xiaohu patted Yan Shuangfei, then opened the door and walked out, just opened the door, and the cold wind outside the door directly drifted into the room with snowflakes.

After a while, Wei Xiaohu walked back from outside covered with snow, and after closing the door, he complained that the weather was really cold. When he looked back, he saw where Yan Shuangfei was still looking at the painting, so he patted the snow on his body and overhead, and planned to beckon him not to look at it.

But when he first walked into the painting, he saw a snow-white dragon dancing on the canvas, surrounded by white clouds, more like he had come to a fairyland.

After Yan Shuangfei sighed, he planned to put the painting away. Wei Xiaohu hurriedly stopped him, and then said, "Wait." ”

"What's wrong?" Yan Shuangfei was puzzled, of course he didn't move, and looked at Wei Xiaohu.

The dragon still danced on the canvas, but it didn't fly far away, it just circled there. And the snow above Wei Xiaohu's head slowly melted, and the illusion of the dragon dance disappeared.

"What did you see?" Yan Shuangfei asked puzzled.

"Didn't you just say that dragons are flying on the canvas?" Wei Xiaohu asked him rhetorically.

"Yes!" Yan Shuangfei nodded.

"I saw that too. Wei Xiaohu continued, "That's not the illusion of our exhaustion, but the real thing. It may be because of the need for some external factors that let us see that the dragon is alive. ”

"What?" Yan Shuangfei asked as if he didn't understand.

Of course, what Wei Xiaohu said was all speculation. When Yan Shuangfei saw it just now, it was because there was water above his head. And when I saw it this time, it was because there was snow on the top of my head, could it really be these reasons?

After Wei Xiaohu finished speaking, he didn't care whether he was cold or not, and directly picked up the kettle on the table and poured it directly on top of his head. He let the water run down his cheeks, and he didn't wipe it.

He came to the painting again, and when he looked again, he did see the dragon dancing on the canvas. That's not a delusion, it's true, it's true.

The white clouds linger around the dragon, and the dragon shuttles between the white clouds, playing, which is very wonderful.

"Treasure, treasure. Wei Xiaohu looked at the dragon and kept repeating this sentence in his mouth.

And the dragon seemed to be able to hear Wei Xiaohu's words, and directly turned his body into a map, and in the middle of the map, a star point was shining all the time.

Yan Shuangfei didn't know what Wei Xiaohu saw, but when he saw his expression, he also felt scared. Because at this time, Wei Xiaohu's eyes were closed, but the corners of his mouth were cracked towards his cheeks, almost to the point where he hit the root of his ear.

He was afraid that Wei Xiaohu would be immersed in this painting, so he hurriedly rolled up the painting and put it into the painting bucket.

"Ah~" Wei Xiaohu also exclaimed, and then sat on the ground, soaking wet, I don't know if it was because of the water just now, or because of his own sweat.

"How is it? are you okay?" Yan Shuangfei asked, after putting away the painting, he helped Wei Xiaohu up from the ground.

"Nope. Wei Xiaohu had returned to his usual appearance at this time, although he said that it was fine, but now he didn't have any strength in his whole body.

"What do you see?"

"Treasure, here. Wei Xiaohu raised his head and looked at Yan Shuangfei and said.

"What, the treasure is here?" Yan Shuangfei was a little surprised, how could this be?

In the fourteenth year of Zhengde of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty (1519), a rebellion launched in Nanchang by Zhu Chenhao, the king of Ning. Nanchang is more than 1,200 kilometers away from Shanxi, so how could Zhu Chenhao hide his treasure here after his rebellion? Jincheng, Shanxi, thousands of miles away? This is completely contrary to history, and even more impossible.

"Do you know the Battle of the Swamp River?" Wei Xiaohu said, sitting on the bench and leaning back on the table behind him.

"The Battle of the Swamp River?" Yan Shuangfei shook his head after repeating it.

"Yes, it was a battle led by King Ning, and this is the location. And the former Marsh River is the Dan River not far from here. captured the place that was invaded at that time, which is now Jincheng, and of course got a lot of money from it. And King Ning used the money accumulated that time to rebel and seek power, but unfortunately failed. ”

King Ning's rebellion failed, Yan Shuangfei knew. I just didn't know that he actually hid a large number of treasures here.

In that battle, Wei Tangcheng was also there. Of course, not many people know about that. Only his henchman Wei Tangcheng knew about this, and Wei Tangcheng let Tang Bohu paint the place where the treasure was buried on this painting, which was really smart! Wei Xiaohu couldn't help but admire his ancestor.

King Ning is a very talented person, but he is also very ambitious, and his ambitions are all more than his talents. If he really delayed the rebellion for a few years, and he didn't have to worry about it, he might not be pacified by Wang Yangming, and maybe at that time, King Ning would succeed in his rebellion.

It's just that there aren't so many possibilities in this world, and there aren't so many ifs.

"How about going to find the treasure?" Yan Shuangfei asked, sitting beside Wei Xiaohu.

"Now that I've found it, of course I'm going to look for it, and I won't give it to anyone else. Wei Xiaohu showed a hint of a smile.

"Okay, clean up. We'll set off tomorrow in search of the treasure. Yan Shuangfei also said with high morale, but they didn't know that what they were about to face was not treasure, but death.

"I don't know if they found the treasure, but I do know that Yan Shuangfei died soon after, and how he died is unknown. And Wei Xiaohu disappeared alone, nowhere to be found. "Xiang Ye told a long story.

Li Xuyang had been listening quietly all the time, and he didn't interrupt him in the middle, and now they just didn't know where Wei Xiaohu had gone, and where the painting had gone, but the only breakthrough was at these two points. Maybe as long as Wei Xiaohu's descendants are found, they can also get some clues, but is Wei Xiaohu a descendant? They don't know.