Chapter 17
The sunset is gone.
The royal residence of Zhao family is unprecedented quiet.
There is no one to talk in the hall that can hold thousands of people.
looking at Chu Lingxiao who is sitting there quietly drinking tea, everyone feels numb, just like a sculpture. The expression on his face stays at a certain point of time, making people look lost.
This
Is this a dream?
Even Zhao Yongchang felt very untrue, as if he hadn't woke up yet. He looked at his hands and couldn't speak for a long time.
I am already the most powerful of Jiuqi state?
Why is it so simple?
No!
It should be said.
Why do you let yourself rise to the level that you can only hope for in your life?
It's back and forth.
The hall of Zhao's royal family with nearly a thousand people is dead silent!
Let the old patriarch rise to two realms.
At this moment, almost everyone shook their heads in their hearts:
"no, it's not to let the old patriarch rise to two realms, it should be said to be a gift! Give the old patriarch two places! "
It's unbelievable!
How could such a thing exist in this world!
Martial arts realm.
Especially at the level of the great master of martial arts, it is difficult to ascend to the sky every time he rises to a higher level.
Let go of talent.
Only chance and insight can help to improve.
How could it be like this?!
It's impossible for God to hold the highest position!
All Zhao clansmen can't think of words to describe their feelings at this time. They can only tell themselves again and again in their hearts that this is not a dream, this is not a dream.
Otherwise.
They all want to faint.
……
"Well, now, no one in the four imperial capitals and royal families in Jinling City is your opponent."
Chu Lingxiao's voice was faint, and his tone was still so indifferent, as if he had given others two situations. For him, it was so natural, just like a small thing with sesame seeds.
"Thank you very much, sir. You're just relegated to the world!"
Zhao Yongchang's admiration for his five bodies and devotion to the earth, the ridge where he has not moved for more than one hundred years, is unheard of that he crossed so easily.
He respectfully said:
"Sir, you are worthy of being able to make Chen Daoji, the master of eight Qi realm, kneel down and kowtow."
"It's unimaginable!"
Boom!
In an instant.
Hearing this, all Zhao clansmen in the whole hall felt a chill on their backs, and their frightened hearts were all jerked.
Hear the name.
Everyone was stunned and shocked.
Did you hear me right?!
Let master Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow?
Isn't it Some time ago, it was said that the whole Chinese royal taboo, Chu Lingxiao!
He is Chu Lingxiao!
Perhaps realizing what he said should not be said, Zhao Yongchang scolded in a low voice: "everyone has listened well, who dares to disclose the identity of Mr. Zhao and will be expelled from the Zhao family!"
After that, Zhao Yongchang seems to have something to say:
"and you, sir..."
……
"If you have any questions, don't quibble." Picking up the tea cup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang thought, and his tone was indifferent.
"I know I can't hide it from you, sir."
Zhao Yongchang's old face is red:
, "please, sir, I'll be back soon."
Finish.
People, left the lobby.
Not a minute later.
Under the confused eyes of all Zhao clansmen, Zhao Yongchang returned to the lobby with a painting axis in his hand and carefully handed it to the table beside Chu Lingxiao.
Chu Lingxiao took a look, and his eyes suddenly changed.
The scroll is in a glass box. Although the scroll looks old, it is still vivid.
"This ancient painting is handed down by the Zhao family from a thousand years ago to now..." Zhao Yongchang hesitated. He didn't know whether to say it or not. After all, he felt it was too absurd.
"If you have something in your heart, say it." Holding up the tea cup, Chu Lingxiao was indifferent.
"Yes."
Zhao Yongchang nodded, more respectful:
"when Mr. Zhao left, he forgot to ask him something."
"It's this ancient painting. One of the people in it is very similar to the clothes of today's gentleman."
This ancient painting.
At the beginning, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much about it, just as a coincidence and didn't think about it.
After all, there are so many people in similar clothes in the world.
But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.
Zhao Yongchang thought of it again.
And he never thought of it.
A hundred years on, sir is still alive, still so young!
Mr. Nan Bucheng, is there any relationship with the people in the paintings thousands of years ago?
"To tell you the truth, sir, the man in the picture, the thin little boy, is my ancestor of the Zhao family."
Zhao Yongchang has been holding this doubt in his heart for more than 100 years. He has been puzzled about it. Then he meets Chu Lingxiao again. He naturally wants to know the answer:
"Sir, do you know the man in the white robe in this painting?"
The scroll opens slowly.
I do not know how long the dust laden ancient paintings, once again in the eyes of all Zhao people.
They couldn't help but come closer.
Looking at the picture hanging on the wall, Zhao Ning Yu was puzzled. She saw the picture for the first time, but why did the man in white only draw one side?
Can only vaguely feel, is a young man.
A thousand years ago.
Why can a young man let his ancestor, who was appointed emperor, draw this picture on purpose?
And.
This There are only a few inscriptions on it. One of them seems to be different from other handwriting, and it is not the same person who did it.
Strange.
How strange!
Who dare to write a word in the painting of emperor Feng's ancestors?
Zhao Ning was confused.
Similarly, all the Zhao people in this hall are puzzled.
It's hard not to succeed. Can this royal taboo give the answer to the doubts of a thousand years ago?
"Come here with ink, paper and inkstone." Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, but he didn't answer some questions.
Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered people to bring the ink treasure collected by the Zhao family.
Immediately.
Chu Lingxiao picked up the brush and gently wrote down a word - life on this ancient painting!
One word.
The white robe has gone.
Only by the side of the ancient painting, Zhao Yongchang, with dull eyes, could not help shivering as he looked at the word of life.
"as like as two peas ago, the ancient Chinese painting was written in a thousand years ago." Zhao Yongchang's face was shocked but speechless.
This ancient painting.
It was painted by the emperor's ancestor. The same is true of that line of characters.
And that word of life.
It's most likely that the young man in the white robe in the painting left it.
But now.
How could the handwriting of a thousand years ago
"Sir, it won't last a thousand years!"
Hiss!
Zhao Yongchang takes in the cold air and is scared out of his wits.
In the lobby, all the Zhao people are close to petrifaction.
"A thousand years?"
Standing on the top of Kunlun snow mountain, overlooking the whole ancient capital of Jinling, Chu Lingxiao saw it as a drop in the ocean, which was so insignificant. He sighed: "my years are more than a thousand years."
The royal residence of Zhao family is unprecedented quiet.
There is no one to talk in the hall that can hold thousands of people.
looking at Chu Lingxiao who is sitting there quietly drinking tea, everyone feels numb, just like a sculpture. The expression on his face stays at a certain point of time, making people look lost.
This
Is this a dream?
Even Zhao Yongchang felt very untrue, as if he hadn't woke up yet. He looked at his hands and couldn't speak for a long time.
I am already the most powerful of Jiuqi state?
Why is it so simple?
No!
It should be said.
Why do you let yourself rise to the level that you can only hope for in your life?
It's back and forth.
The hall of Zhao's royal family with nearly a thousand people is dead silent!
Let the old patriarch rise to two realms.
At this moment, almost everyone shook their heads in their hearts:
"no, it's not to let the old patriarch rise to two realms, it should be said to be a gift! Give the old patriarch two places! "
It's unbelievable!
How could such a thing exist in this world!
Martial arts realm.
Especially at the level of the great master of martial arts, it is difficult to ascend to the sky every time he rises to a higher level.
Let go of talent.
Only chance and insight can help to improve.
How could it be like this?!
It's impossible for God to hold the highest position!
All Zhao clansmen can't think of words to describe their feelings at this time. They can only tell themselves again and again in their hearts that this is not a dream, this is not a dream.
Otherwise.
They all want to faint.
……
"Well, now, no one in the four imperial capitals and royal families in Jinling City is your opponent."
Chu Lingxiao's voice was faint, and his tone was still so indifferent, as if he had given others two situations. For him, it was so natural, just like a small thing with sesame seeds.
"Thank you very much, sir. You're just relegated to the world!"
Zhao Yongchang's admiration for his five bodies and devotion to the earth, the ridge where he has not moved for more than one hundred years, is unheard of that he crossed so easily.
He respectfully said:
"Sir, you are worthy of being able to make Chen Daoji, the master of eight Qi realm, kneel down and kowtow."
"It's unimaginable!"
Boom!
In an instant.
Hearing this, all Zhao clansmen in the whole hall felt a chill on their backs, and their frightened hearts were all jerked.
Hear the name.
Everyone was stunned and shocked.
Did you hear me right?!
Let master Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow?
Isn't it Some time ago, it was said that the whole Chinese royal taboo, Chu Lingxiao!
He is Chu Lingxiao!
Perhaps realizing what he said should not be said, Zhao Yongchang scolded in a low voice: "everyone has listened well, who dares to disclose the identity of Mr. Zhao and will be expelled from the Zhao family!"
After that, Zhao Yongchang seems to have something to say:
"and you, sir..."
……
"If you have any questions, don't quibble." Picking up the tea cup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang thought, and his tone was indifferent.
"I know I can't hide it from you, sir."
Zhao Yongchang's old face is red:
, "please, sir, I'll be back soon."
Finish.
People, left the lobby.
Not a minute later.
Under the confused eyes of all Zhao clansmen, Zhao Yongchang returned to the lobby with a painting axis in his hand and carefully handed it to the table beside Chu Lingxiao.
Chu Lingxiao took a look, and his eyes suddenly changed.
The scroll is in a glass box. Although the scroll looks old, it is still vivid.
"This ancient painting is handed down by the Zhao family from a thousand years ago to now..." Zhao Yongchang hesitated. He didn't know whether to say it or not. After all, he felt it was too absurd.
"If you have something in your heart, say it." Holding up the tea cup, Chu Lingxiao was indifferent.
"Yes."
Zhao Yongchang nodded, more respectful:
"when Mr. Zhao left, he forgot to ask him something."
"It's this ancient painting. One of the people in it is very similar to the clothes of today's gentleman."
This ancient painting.
At the beginning, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much about it, just as a coincidence and didn't think about it.
After all, there are so many people in similar clothes in the world.
But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.
Zhao Yongchang thought of it again.
And he never thought of it.
A hundred years on, sir is still alive, still so young!
Mr. Nan Bucheng, is there any relationship with the people in the paintings thousands of years ago?
"To tell you the truth, sir, the man in the picture, the thin little boy, is my ancestor of the Zhao family."
Zhao Yongchang has been holding this doubt in his heart for more than 100 years. He has been puzzled about it. Then he meets Chu Lingxiao again. He naturally wants to know the answer:
"Sir, do you know the man in the white robe in this painting?"
The scroll opens slowly.
I do not know how long the dust laden ancient paintings, once again in the eyes of all Zhao people.
They couldn't help but come closer.
Looking at the picture hanging on the wall, Zhao Ning Yu was puzzled. She saw the picture for the first time, but why did the man in white only draw one side?
Can only vaguely feel, is a young man.
A thousand years ago.
Why can a young man let his ancestor, who was appointed emperor, draw this picture on purpose?
And.
This There are only a few inscriptions on it. One of them seems to be different from other handwriting, and it is not the same person who did it.
Strange.
How strange!
Who dare to write a word in the painting of emperor Feng's ancestors?
Zhao Ning was confused.
Similarly, all the Zhao people in this hall are puzzled.
It's hard not to succeed. Can this royal taboo give the answer to the doubts of a thousand years ago?
"Come here with ink, paper and inkstone." Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, but he didn't answer some questions.
Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered people to bring the ink treasure collected by the Zhao family.
Immediately.
Chu Lingxiao picked up the brush and gently wrote down a word - life on this ancient painting!
One word.
The white robe has gone.
Only by the side of the ancient painting, Zhao Yongchang, with dull eyes, could not help shivering as he looked at the word of life.
"as like as two peas ago, the ancient Chinese painting was written in a thousand years ago." Zhao Yongchang's face was shocked but speechless.
This ancient painting.
It was painted by the emperor's ancestor. The same is true of that line of characters.
And that word of life.
It's most likely that the young man in the white robe in the painting left it.
But now.
How could the handwriting of a thousand years ago
"Sir, it won't last a thousand years!"
Hiss!
Zhao Yongchang takes in the cold air and is scared out of his wits.
In the lobby, all the Zhao people are close to petrifaction.
"A thousand years?"
Standing on the top of Kunlun snow mountain, overlooking the whole ancient capital of Jinling, Chu Lingxiao saw it as a drop in the ocean, which was so insignificant. He sighed: "my years are more than a thousand years."
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