Chapter 384 Life and Purity
A few minutes later, the three of them stopped in front of a devastated bridge.
"They are our people." The figure wearing a black turban narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw the bodies of Lin Xi and Lao Lu.
"This is where [6 of Hearts] last appeared." Mr. He turned his head and looked at another member of "Fu Sheng Hui" standing behind him, "Take a photo and find him."
The man nodded slightly, took out the drawing board from behind and placed it on the ground. Then he took out a pencil and began to draw quickly on the ruins.
As he started writing, a field spread to the surroundings, and every detail around him was clearly reflected in those eyes. In the reflection of the eyes, the world was like an illustration turned upside down, quickly tracing back to the past!
His painting movements were very fast, and he sketched out a picture with just a few strokes... It was on a narrow step, and a blood-stained palm pierced Maple Ghost's chest. Opposite him, Lao Lu was stunned, and in the picture In the center, a young man wearing a red opera robe smiles like a devil;
The second scene shows Lin Xi holding an umbrella and standing under the bridge. Two old continents pass through the bottom of the bridge one after another, and the umbrella surface in the sky bursts out with strong light, drowning the second old continent;
The third scene showed a man in blood-clothed clothes strangling Lin Xi's neck. An ink stain appeared on Lin Xi's chest, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger...
Seeing these three sketches, Mr. He's eyes were extremely cold.
"What a good plan." Mr. He snorted coldly, "He is indeed the guy who overturned the Aurora Realm. He is so cunning and insidious that he can easily lead them to kill each other."
"No matter how good at calculating he is, his own strength is still weak... As long as we can find his location, it will be easy for us to kill him." The figure wearing a black turban on the side also said coldly.
"He thinks his disguise is perfect, but unfortunately, there are so many mysterious paths in the world, and there are always ways to crack them. My [photograph] is his natural enemy..." The man who was painting said calmly,
"Give me a minute and I'll be able to see through all his plans and disguises. He can't escape."
As he tore off a new canvas, the pencil quickly sketched out again. It was the scene of Chen Ling walking in the alley, looking for a performance venue.
Chen Ling would never have thought that someone in this world could use this method to spy on his whereabouts. If he really chose to go back with Li Qingshan, he would be surrounded and killed in a few minutes... The so-called Being a distant relative seems like a joke in front of this path.
"This painting should show him looking for a hiding place... But looking at the direction he left, it seems there is no place to hide?" The figure wearing a black turban asked doubtfully.
"It's okay. I can lock his current position in the next picture!" The young man on the [Photography] path said confidently.
He tore off the canvas and was about to put pen to paper when his palm paused in the air.
"What's wrong?" the companion on the side asked in confusion.
"...Strange." The young man scratched his head in confusion, "I seem to...can't trace his image?"
"How is this possible? With [Circle] here, it is impossible for him to escape from Liu Town. Is there any place in Liu Town that can escape your retracement?"
"I don't know either, but...but I just can't track him. He seems to have left the range of my skills."
Hearing these words, Mr. He's expression became a little gloomy. Just as he was about to say something, the young man's face suddenly turned pale, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and stumbled to the ground.
"Hey! Are you okay?!"
The companions on the side were shocked and immediately helped him up.
The young man sat blankly on the ruins, as if he had not heard the questions from his companions, but kept looking around, as if looking for something.
"You...did you hear that?"
"What did you hear?"
"…drama."
His pupils gradually became blurred, and he murmured to himself, "It seems... someone is singing?"
…
"Enter the dragon and the tiger set the battlefield,
Two battles were held and the barracks were set up.
When I first entered the Central Plains, there was no one who could stop me.
Let me gallop and fight!
…”
On the simple stage, a tall figure wearing a golden crown and Chinese armor posed, moved forward steadily, and sang in a rich, distant and domineering voice.
In the audience, Chen Ling asked in a low voice:
"Who is this?"
"Wu Shu, Wu Hua Lian... is the Jing Jiao in Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou." Li Qingshan explained his doubts in time.
Chen Ling nodded. Judging from the current members of the sect, the second senior sister is the king of plum blossoms, the fourth senior brother is the mojiao, and the fifth senior brother is the clown... these five senior brothers probably correspond to the five professions of raw dan, pure, mo and ugly. That is to say, the person singing on the stage now is the third senior brother?
This Wushu singer sang alone on the stage for a long time, probably saying how powerful he was and how unstoppable he was when he broke into the Central Plains. After singing a section, a figure bowed and ran onto the stage, talking to him, saying that a man named Niu Gao was here, and then the two confronted each other on the stage.
Chen Ling doesn't know much about opera or history. He was confused when watching this scene. If he hadn't intuitively told him that this scene might not be that simple, he would have probably fallen asleep by now... just like he and Chen Yan did back then. It’s the same as when I went to the theater for the first time.
On the other hand, Li Qingshan was watching with gusto and could not help but clap his hands.
As the plot continued to advance on the stage, a young man with a beautiful face appeared, with eyes like stars, eyebrows of eight colors, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, and lips painted with elixir; as soon as he appeared, everything around him seemed to dim, even if It was Chen Ling who was about to fall asleep. Seeing his appearance, she subconsciously regained her energy.
"Who is this again?"
"He is Gao Chong, the one who picks the pulley." Li Qingshan added, "He is the raw horn."
Sheng Jiao...elder brother?
Chen Ling looked at the man carefully. He was wearing white clothes and silver armor, holding a gold-plated tiger-head spear in his hand, and his aura was comparable to that of Wu Shu beside him.
After a long speech, Gao Chong on the stage suddenly sang:
"...There are banners waving, horns roaring in the smoke, but I want to destroy Er Cao in one battle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly threw the gold-plated tiger head gun in his hand. At this moment, a hurricane suddenly burst out from his palm and roared across the field!
Ode——! !
The gold-chiselled tiger head gun fell out of his hand and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
This sudden hurricane caused the clothes of Chen Ling and Li Qingshan to fly in the audience, and Chen Ling's drowsiness was instantly wiped away. He looked at Gao Chong on the stage in astonishment, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Gao Chong's movements just now were not very large, but even with just a casual wave, he exploded with such shocking power... Even Chen Ling, who had the [Secret Eye], couldn't see his movements clearly just now.
"What... happened just now?" Li Qingshan on the side rubbed his eyes and asked blankly.
"He...where's the gun in his hand?"