Looking at the dishes on the table, Zeng San moved his index finger, as if he felt that it was a pity that he had not finished eating. With a casual move, the wine and food had already come out of the window.

It fell into the hands of Yang Ming, who served behind the car.

Looking at the remaining soup in his hand, Yang Ming suddenly smiled bitterly. He still has no habit of his teacher's habits.

But there is nothing to do. The master has something to do, and the disciple can only accept it.

"Is the history and legend of Dongshengzhou aborted? "An Qisheng straightforward and asked directly out of his doubts.

“Huh?”

Zeng San raised his eyebrows and was moved: "You know it too?"

His heart was shaken. When he saw An Qisheng nodding, he flicked his sleeves, and his invisible breath covered the carriage. He said seriously: "It is indeed a dynasty..."

"I was fond of reading when I was young, and I had some skills to remember all the time. I read some books very much. There are hundreds of kinds of books. I only love history and travel notes. I had similar doubts at that time. I have never forgotten them for more than two hundred years..."

Zeng San slowly told him, falling into his memories.

He had traveled all over the country, and with his identity, there were few miscellaneous books in the world that he could not see, but it was not until recent years that he discovered some clues.

"...I have visited ancient sites, visited the Buddhist paths in Xianshan, and asked about evil demons. I once saw a great demon who survived from that time in a sealed place. After a brief conversation, he cooperated very well, and said everything he knew and said everything.

But I can't see or hear what he says..."

Zeng San's expression was solemn and a hint of awe:
Chapter completed!