Liu Yixuan smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, that place is where I came to your Northern Song Dynasty!"

"Hmm?" Zhang Zeduan naturally couldn't understand what Liu Yixuan said, but just frowned, expressing confusion.

After listening to Zhang Zeduan's previous story, Liu Yixuan began to have a new understanding of the village outside Bianliang City. Liu Yixuan thought to himself: "The tone of this old man is not like making up stories with me. He talked about the scene he saw back then with a nose and eyes. It seems that there should be no false. Could it be that the invisible secret door he mentioned is the entrance to time and space? The white light that suddenly flashed was emitted from the time and space tunnel? No, right? Have you watched too many science fiction movies?"

Liu Yixuan only felt that this idea was a bit outrageous, but he came to the Northern Song Dynasty from Beijing to the most outrageous in itself! It seems that outrageous things can only be explained by outrageous theories, otherwise time travel dramas and time travel novels will really not be able to survive.

Liu Yixuan was convinced that he should have traveled through another time and space like the two merchants Zhang Zeduan saw back then, and that village, that willow tree, and that river bank must also hide some unknown mystery.

Liu Yixuan said, "Mr. Zhang, you don't know that I was not from the Song Dynasty. Like the two merchants you saw back then, I also walked out of the invisible door!"

"What? You are not a native of the Song Dynasty? Are you... not a prince of the prime minister? How could you not be a native of the Song Dynasty?" Although Zhang Zeduan had seen someone suddenly come to the Northern Song Dynasty out of thin air, it was unbelievable to hear the prime minister in front of him saying that he was not a native of the Song Dynasty.

"I don't know where to start with this... I don't know where to tell my husband about this experience. I was a student of your Song Dynasty a thousand years later. I just peeked at the Mr.'s landscape painting and came to your Song Dynasty like a dream. I became the prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion. It is precisely because of this that Mr. Wansheng asked about his whereabouts and wanted to ask Mr. to point out the mystery in this painting, so that I can return to the era I lived before."

"A thousand years later? Are you saying that my painting will still exist in the world a thousand years later?" Zhang Zeduan obviously focused on whether his painting existed, and did not care whether Liu Yixuan could go back.

"Yes, someone still remembers that painting of Mr. Sir a thousand years later. Don't worry about it. It is a great work that has been famous in history. Your efforts have not been in vain." He asked again: "Sir, have they all returned to the two strangely dressed businessmen you saw back then?"

Zhang Zeduan was still immersed in the joy that his works could be passed down for thousands of years, and did not listen to Liu Yixuan's speech at all. Liu Yixuan had to ask again, "Master Zhang, where did the two merchants you saw go later, and how did they go back?"

When Zhang Zeduan saw him ask again, he replied: "I saw the two merchants coming out of the secret door, but I didn't see how they got in. However, I heard the old man in the village talk about some related things."

"Oh? Let me tell you what happened." Liu Yixuan seemed to have seen hope of returning to modern society again. Although he had become accustomed to life in the Northern Song Dynasty and met a lovely princess like Ling'er, the fire of hope for returning to the 21st century has not been completely extinguished in his heart. When he heard these news today, the spark that was about to burn out was rekindled.

"The old man in the village said that they had also seen two strange-looking alien merchants appear at the entrance of their village. The two merchants went to the streets of the city to buy a lot of goods, and then rode their horses to the shade of willow trees on the river bank at sunset. They stood on a huge bluestone slab and jumped towards the Bian River. Then a white light appeared and they disappeared."

"I'll go, you're so fantastic! You can go back by riding a horse and jumping into the river? Could it be that you fell into the river and drowned? No wonder there are no figures!"

"Where could it be drowned? When the villagers saw someone jumping into the river, they hurried over to check it out. There was no trace in the river. Moreover, there were mostly shallows on the banks of the river. Children in the village were bathing and playing in the river. They could not drowned at all. I guess they entered the secret door and went to the place they should go!"

"Well, what you said sounds reasonable, but have you ever ridden a horse to the river to try it?" Liu Yixuan thought, since time travel seems so simple, this Zeduan should also experience it.

"This... I haven't tried it yet. I just heard the rumors of the villagers. Seeing that this matter is so strange, I painted the village and the willow tree. After the painting, I told some colleagues of the Academy of Calligraphy and Painting. However, they just thought it was a fantasy and didn't believe what I said. I reported it to Master Cai. Master Cai was old and stupid, and also thought I was a fool. He also told me to paint with peace of mind and not to spread rumors around. In desperation, I had to give up.

However, since this dynasty has had such a strange thing, how can there be no words or pictures as records? In order to record this strange thing, I moved a little in the painting. I only drew half of the horses that the two rode, leaving half of the blank for future generations to interpret. I also recorded this matter in one of my notes, but that note was in my study in my hometown. I am afraid that I can't show it to the young master today."

"Oh, so that's the case. It's a pity that your old notes have not been circulated to our era, otherwise we descendants would not have spent so much effort to study the incompleteness of this painting. Fortunately, you told me this matter today. After I go back, I will definitely announce it to the academic community and give an explanation to the scholars who are struggling to find answers."

"What? The young master is planning to go back?"

"This is natural. I also have parents and relatives in another time and space. They don't know that I have arrived in your Northern Song Dynasty. I don't want them to worry about me. Besides, you are not a few days old. I'm afraid you have heard of it. The Jin people from the north drove south and had already crossed the Yellow River and were heading straight to the capital. I think that the capital will fall in the future. By then, the entire Central Plains will fall into war. What am I still staying with you?"

After hearing this, Zhang Zeduan sighed and bowed his head. As a literati, although he could not devote himself to the battlefield to serve the country, he did not want to see the prosperity of his life being burned by the war. "Alas! I didn't expect that my great Song Dynasty was bullied to such an extent by a foreign tribe!"

"Sir, don't be too sad. Since ancient times, the rise and fall of heaven is doomed, and is there no basis for prosperity and decline? I guess the Song Dynasty has been exhausted and cannot be saved by human power. It is like the bright moon above the head, with phases and waxing, and profit and loss back and forth, all of which are natural laws." Liu Yixuan felt that he did not have the ability to turn the world around and could not prevent the demise of the Song Dynasty. Besides, he did not belong to this era. If history changes, wouldn't it cause confusion in time and space? Instead of making powerless struggles, it is better to let it go and protect yourself.
Chapter completed!