A man is so heartbroken!

When everyone heard my decisive words, they were speechless.

It can be seen that in their hearts they still want to persuade me to give up and return to real life safely, but since I mentioned my father, they have some reason and evidence, they don’t know how to dissuade me.

"Han Chuan has made a decision himself, and no matter how much you say, it will be useless."

The majestic voice of Chunting came from behind. It turned out that he had just gone out and returned, holding a scroll in his hand and handed it to me.

"The only statue at Ba Bridge that has been passed down from generation to generation in Guanshan is the only one passed down from generation to generation. As for where the other statues are, I don't know, so I can only find them by yourself."

I opened the ancient scroll he handed me and expanded it. It turned out to be a map of China. But if you look closely, it is very different from the maps circulating now.

“Is this a map?”

Shen Lang leaned over to take a look at the map and asked Chunting in confusion.

"No, this is a geography."

Chunting answered the question irrelevantly. Although it was only a word difference, I suddenly realized what the scroll in my hand was.

Geographic maps are not maps used today, but territory maps of the Southern Song Dynasty, which paint the topography and landforms of the Southern Song Dynasty. They are painted by Huang Shang of the Song Dynasty and engraved and stone tablets in the seventh year of Song Chunyou.

The original picture is one of the eight pictures presented by Huang Shang to King Jia Zhao Kuojin, about in the first year of Shaoxi of the Southern Song Dynasty. The purpose of drawing and presenting this picture is to make King Jia think that his ancestors' land was half trapped in a foreign land and not return, so as to awaken the belief that he will not forget half of the northern country and realize the reunification of the motherland.

The picture marked the various geographical constructions of the Southern Song Dynasty, totaling 430 places. All prefectures and state names are engraved with Yin characters and marked with square boxes, while the road names are not Yin characters, but Yang characters. The annotations of the mountain are engraved with square boxes, with about 180 places. Large and small rivers are engraved with oval symbols, with seventy-eight notes. Twenty-seven lakes, twenty-four mountain passes, and mountains, forests and Great Wall are represented by pictographic symbols. A forest is painted north of Juyongguan Great Wall, and the "flat pine forests are wide for thousands of miles".

At the edge of the map, some geographical notes were also added. For example, in the northwest, there are names such as Dangxiang, Xia Kingdom, Uighurs, Shatuo, Kucha, Tatar Realm, Fodinglin Ya, and other words and phrases such as "The Khitans are rushing away here". In the northeast, there are words such as "Goryeo, Silla, Jurchen, and Bohai." In the southwest, there are also names such as: bronze pillars, Ma Yuanli, Huanxia Governor named Nanjun, and 6,700 miles to Beijing and four counties.

The purpose of marking these contents on the picture is to use this as part of the overall content, so that the viewer can feel the feeling of "the territory of our homeland has now entered a foreign country" to some extent, and to achieve the purpose of inspiring fighting spirit with the picture. The number of national maps in the Song Dynasty was small, and the paintings were so detailed that they truthfully expressed the terrain and landform at that time. It was a precious cultural relic with high historical value.

Chunting saw that I knew what was in my hand, smiled faintly, called Ling Xuan to leave, and said while walking.

"I don't know where the statue is placed, but I think since Bi Fang was hidden by Yuan Tiangang in a place where the dragon vein was cut off, other statues are probably inseparable from the dragon vein."

"A thousand years have passed, and the terrain of China has changed a lot. Today's maps can no longer represent the terrain. Even if you are proficient in Feng Shui and Geography, it will be useless without suitable marks. This geographical map was drawn in the Song Dynasty. I believe that the dragon vein had not been discovered at that time, and it was closer to the land of China when the statue was hidden."

"It's getting late, everyone can go and rest. When you wake up, you will study the secrets of the next statue."

Then I understood why Chunting saw that my choice was not made a sound in the morning, but instead walked out directly. It turned out that he had gone to find this geographical map for me. It turned out that he was a person who was as careful as he thought about these things for me. It was really twice the result with half the effort.

It was really getting late. The experience of this day was not only physically exhausted, but also the shock brought to the heart after knowing these hidden history. It was difficult to calm down for a long time. Everyone should take a good rest and make plans after resting.

When I came to the guest room that Ling Xuan had set up for me, it was antique. There was a rosewood marble calligraphy case in the middle, and there were various famous calligraphy works and dozens of treasure inkstones on the table. On the other side was a large Ru kiln vase, and on the other side, a screen full of rare birds, animals, mountains, rivers and rivers stood in the middle. A large imitation of the Qingming River During the River in the west wall was hung with a couplet hanging on the left and right. Looking closely, it was Mi Fu's ink treasure.

It seems to be for imitation of the antiques. There are no traces of electrical appliances in the guest room. The small house is full of ancient atmosphere. In a trance, I actually feel that I dreamed of returning to the previous dynasty.

Lying on the bed, I recalled the bizarre passing of this day, and tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep for a while. Since I couldn't sleep, I was still idle now. Instead of being dazed, it would be better to take out the ancient paintings I gave to me in the spring pavilion of the tomb, and carefully look them in the moonlight, trying to find out the clues.

The ancient painting was taken out from my arms, and the painting was ink painting, and the mountains were painted on it, and the clouds were inserted straight into it. Although the mountains were tall, they were not integrated. They seemed to be made up of countless stones. They painted lines on the mountain. Although they were irregular, they did not seem to be doing it casually. They divided a mountain into several parts, and the four lines of poetry were next to it.

Before I could finish the ancient paintings in my hand carefully, I could hear a rush of wind in my ears. When I rolled out of the bed with a conditioned reflex, I saw an ice cone inserted on the bed where I just rested, shining brightly under the moonlight, and it turned out that someone wanted my life.

Before I could realize what was going on, I heard the door bolt ringing several times, and a man wearing a short black scarf mask broke in.

The man with a short figure, although he was short, he looked clean and neat and imposing. He was covered with black scarf and could not see the specific face. Looking down, he found that his hands were extremely pretty in the moonlight, which was disproportionate to his figure.

After breaking in, he closed the door that was opened by him, looked at the ancient painting in my hand, and said hoarsely and murderously.

"Steal the ancient painting in your hand, otherwise don't blame me for taking action, letting you splatter blood for five steps."

Although he was full of murderous aura in his words, I didn't believe what he said at all. Compared to him, I was like a three-year-old child, with no power to tie a chicken. If I just wanted to take away the ancient paintings in my hand, I wouldn't it be easier to kill me and escape.

This painting contains the secret of the mountain inheritance for thousands of years. At most, mortals get it, they are just ordinary literary and calligraphy. I believe that the person in front of me was sent by Ruoshui to try to steal the key to open the secret of a thousand years from my hand.

"You are also a Ruoshui person? What secret is hidden in this painting?"

After a little test, this place is Ling Xuan's territory after all. As long as I drag the person in front of me, I believe that he and Chunting will definitely notice something wrong and come to save me.

"Ha, what's the point of weak water? What's the place for Guanshan and weak water to be worthy of my loyalty."

The masked man said disdainfully in a hoarse voice, but I felt that this was not his true voice, but a disguised voice.

"Since you are not a member of these two forces, how did you know about this ancient painting?"

He was not a person in the weak water, and he seemed to have a contempt and disdain for Guanshan and the weak water. Although it was a critical moment of life and death, I couldn't control my doubts. Is there a mysterious third force involved?

"Speak less nonsense. If the Lord had not ordered me to kill less, you would have already splattered blood on the spot. I will give you the ancient painting in your hand and I will spare your life."

The person who came was covered with black scarf and couldn't see the specific face clearly, but I felt his conceit in his words, which was obviously sure that I would not pose any threat to him.

"Han Chuan, don't show any strangeness. I'm talking to you with the secret of the transmission of the voice. I'll say listen, don't let the person on the other side know that you can hear the sound."

I seemed to hear Chunting's voice in my ears. I suppressed my excitement and nodded slightly.

"Give him the ancient painting in your hand, don't worry, Ling Xuan and I are ambushing outside, he can't escape."

Although he was confused, this was what Chunting said after all. I had no other choice. Perhaps it was because he was afraid that this masked man would jump over the wall to hurt me, so he was afraid of the mouse and could not let go.

Thinking of this, I was not hesitating and looked at the masked man opposite.

"I am not as good as a person, and I have nothing to say. I can give you ancient paintings, but I have the conditions."

The masked man might have been surprised that I suddenly gave up resisting and thought about it and said.

"Haha, what qualifications do you have to negotiate now? Tell me. I will agree to you when I feel good."

"First, what are your name, second, where are you from."

I asked the question in my mind.

"Hahaha. I still think it's a matter. A real man will not change his name or his surname. My name is Qin Guang. As for where I come from, when I see the Lord, you can ask yourself when I see you. It's a bit related to you."

He laughed, his tone with pride, as if it was not only an ordinary name, but also an amazing symbol.

But he kept silent about the origin, but it sounded somewhat related to me.

"Stop talking nonsense, give me the things, I really can't kill you, but the Lord didn't say that I can't destroy you."

After saying his name, Qin Guang returned to his gloomy and murderous look, and looked at me viciously and said.

I didn't say much, slowly walked towards this person who could manipulate my life and death.

Since Chunting has opened his mouth and I can't beat the evil star in front of me, I can only hand over the ancient painting to him. I hope Chunting can stop him from leaving outside.

I handed the ancient painting to Qin Guang in front of me. He expanded it and looked at it, as if he was sure if this was something he needed. After carefully reading it, he nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"The boy is good, smart enough, and a master of the times is a hero. It's easy to talk to you and I next time I meet."

He spoke up as he was about to leave.

I was shocked and asked him quickly.

"Next time to meet? Are you saying that you will come to me again in the future?"

Qin Guang heard what I asked without answering, and vaguely heard him seemingly making a sneering sound, and jumped up with his back to me. At the same time, his hoarse voice spread throughout Lingyun Pavilion.

"Mr. Dongyue, please forgive me if you take the liberty to disturb Duoduo. Qin Guang will come again in the future and come to the door to apologize in person."
Chapter completed!