[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

"Today we are fortunate to come to the ancient Tangmen house with a history of thousands of years." The beautiful female reporter had an enthusiastic smile on her face. She waved her hand calmly at the small flying ball in front of her, took a step aside, and focused He gave it to the low-key and majestic house behind him.

The audience who saw this mansion through the live broadcast let out a cry of exclamation.

[Okay, so beautiful! Was this really built thousands of years ago? It is simply more ingenious than the uncanny craftsmanship! 】

[...What weird adjective precedes it? But it is indeed spectacular. It is truly a masterpiece of God! 】

Words of praise poured out like a burst of words as the perspective pushed through the walls on both sides.

The vivid reliefs carve touching stories one after another, together with the spirit of the ancestors.

The reporter took a deep breath, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The breeze brought a wisp of pear blossom fragrance, and she couldn't hide her excitement as she explained: "This place has been classified as a forbidden area since the Tang Sect moved here three hundred years ago. I never thought that one day... I would actually be able to come. Interview here. Phew~ Really, I’m so excited!”

She tried hard to calm down her emotions, and her shining eyes attracted echoes from netizens.

The "squeak" sound fell, and the moment the door opened inward, a delicate face appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Are you the reporter from xxx?"

The man's voice was gentle, like the little flowers on the branches in spring. Just looking at it made people feel calm.

The reporter was stunned, and quickly woke up from the beauty in front of him. Except for the redness at the tip of his ears, every other move perfectly complied with the professional standards of reporters: "Yes, sir, who are you?"

The man smiled, turned sideways and motioned for her to come in: "My name is Tang Suixin, you can just call me Mr. Tang."

"Please be careful on the steps."

Perhaps it was because she couldn't calm down for a long time because she came to the "old house" that she thought about day and night. The experienced reporter lady couldn't help but blush at the tips of her ears under the courtesy of gentleman Tang Suixin.

She warned herself not to forget about business, and then slowly broke away from her emotions.

Tang Suixin led her through the corridor in the front yard, and as he walked towards the back, he introduced softly: "This is the former meeting hall and reception room. Because it has been left aside for a long time, there is a lot of dust inside, so it is inconvenient to take her with you." You're in."

"Although the old house occupies a large area, the only things I can show the lady today are the ancestral hall and the backyard. I'm really sorry."

An apologetic voice sounded, and the reporter hurriedly waved his hand and said calmly: "It's a great honor to come in and visit. You're welcome, Mr. Tang."

"...Eh, this plaque?!"

While they were talking, the two of them had arrived at the gate of a courtyard nestled among green bamboos.

Contrary to imagination, the Qunxian Pavilion, which is used to worship the "sages" of the Tang Sect in the past, does not have a strict temperament. On the contrary, the surrounding green trees create another more leisurely and comfortable atmosphere.

The short fence could not block the wild flowers peeking out from the courtyard. Tang Suixin heard her exclamation and replied with a smile: "The plaque here was left by the first gate owner, because it has the gods' inscriptions attached to it." Power, so when you first look at it, you will always feel frightened and enlightened. Are you okay, Miss?"

"Of course!" The reporter's hand tightened, his eyes greedily lingering on the three characters flying and phoenixing above. After a long while, he reluctantly moved away and said: "The first sect leader, is he Lord Tang San? No wonder...when I just looked over, I always had the urge to be in awe."

Tang Suixin nodded in understanding and said to her and the live broadcast: "The Qunxian Pavilion is full of various formations, so please follow me closely. If I make a wrong step..."

He did not elaborate on the specific result, but the slowly flowing ink on the plaque in the sun seemed to be alive and seemed to express the crisis without words.

The mental barrier made staring for a long time a luxury. The reporter hurriedly withdrew his gaze under the stinging pain, and smiled bitterly: "Okay, Mr. Tang. I'm sorry, because I have always admired Lord Tang San, so I couldn't help but watch more just now. Now, it’s a waste of your time.”

"It's okay." Tang Suixin shook his head and reassured her: "Your Highness is also my idol. I can understand the young lady's mood, but I have made an appointment for a one-day visit before, so I will never break my promise."

"Furthermore, the spiritual power covered on it is too strong. It is beneficial for a while, but if it lasts too long, it may cause inevitable damage to the lady's mental domain. Please be careful, lady."

He was so gentle that it was almost irresistible.

The reporter blushed and responded in a low voice, then followed him slowly into the attic located in a corner of the courtyard.

The audience behind the live broadcast also looked eager to jump out from behind the screen.

【Wow wow! It turned out to be Master Tang San's masterpiece. I would say that something that could shake my spiritual realm could never come from the hands of an unknown person. 】

[This actually has the effect of promoting the growth of mental power! Just after looking at it for a moment, I...I, I, I, I, I actually broke through! ! ! Ahhhh, I really want to steal the plaque home! No, I want to see more, don’t leave in a hurry qaq! 】

[Is ls dying? Didn't you hear Mr. Tang say something might happen if you watch it for too long? Still stealing? How many moves do you think you can get through in the hands of Mr. Tang? 】

【? It sounds like ls sounds like he knows this person, so who is he? Very powerful? And why would he call Lord Tang San - Your Highness? Didn't it mean that Master Tang San didn't like this title, so he specifically resigned from his position and title to Emperor Tiandou? 】

[Ahem...there's someone else who doesn't like it. However, I do know who he is. Have the gods and priests heard of him? Thirty percent, feel free to prove it. 】

[Free Heart Testimonial... Could he be the Poseidon Priest? But don’t they rarely go to Poseidon Island? 】

[Or God Shura? emmm, if this position actually exists hhh. 】

【? ? ? Am I the only one who thinks it could be that one? 】

[ls+1, me too...]

The pretentious mystery led to a bloody storm.

However, the reporter lady is not in the mood to take care of this for the time being.

She followed Tang Suixin honestly, following his steps step by step with concentration. The green trees on both sides were like canopies, and the bright yellow bird feathers were floating up and down in the shadows.

With a casual glance, the reporter saw a pair of golden pupils.

what is that? Cat?

A ball of sparks ignited in the golden eyes, like the moment a meteorite streaked across the sky.

The reporter, who was so engrossed in watching this, didn't pay attention for a moment. After her feet suddenly stumbled, her body deviated out of the bluestone path.

"call out!"

The sound of breaking through the air that came from nowhere was close to her ears. The reporter felt a chill on her back and an inexplicable sense of crisis welled up in her heart.

Her strength is certainly impressive—even in this era of gatherings of heroes. But the strength of that idea was as small as a firefly in front of the bright moon at this moment. Before she could react, the sharp knife light cut off the pendant on her ear.

"Please be careful with it."

A gentle male voice appeared at the same time as the palms on his shoulders. The reporter looked at him blankly and blinked.

Tang Suixin sighed secretly, and white light popped up from his fingertips and shot to both sides of the viewing angle.

The light ball hit the picturesque scenery, causing ripples in circles.

"This is……"

The murmur fell, and the scene in front of him peeled off the disguise. The lush trees disappeared, replaced by blank nothingness.

But it's not that empty.

The distortion of some folds made the reporter who had just escaped the crisis couldn't help but wince.

There was also an uproar at the live broadcast.

【cao! What the hell is that? ! ! The sanity value is so good, it is even more Cthulhu than Cthulhu. 】

[…None of the new monsters released by Tengmeng Company are this scary. 】

【nonsense! Mental pollution is definitely more powerful than visual pollution. Also, if you are in a good mood...can you not mention that garbage company? There's just no fucking way to say it. 】

[+1, just think of the movie "Counterattack" I filmed! I just want to curse. To portray my idol as a prodigal wandering among women... Can you please respect the historical facts? ! 】

[Touch↑, don’t be angry. Didn't they get screwed in the end? Thinking about what happened after you were removed from the store, do you feel much better? 】

[The words "they" and "engage" are very spiritual hhh! 】

[If you dare to offend the Tang Clan, which started out with assassinations and hidden weapons, I can only say that you deserve it...]

[Not only that, they also hacked a wave of people from Pingcheng, which is simply speechless (w`). But then being dissed in public made people very happy haha! 】

Tang Suixin explained: "There is only one road here, surrounded by gaps in space. The formation will confuse visitors and make them go to another place unknowingly, so please stay focused and don't get distracted."

There was no blame in his words, but the reporter's face turned red with shame.

After this experience, she no longer dared to look around, and only followed Tang Suixin closely, even talking a lot less.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

Fortunately, this process did not last long. About half an hour later, the tall figure walking in front finally stopped.

"Here we are, miss."

The reporter lady raised her head when she heard the sound.

The small building I saw when I stopped in front of the plaque was very close at hand. It was not very high, only about two floors.

The distorted space on both sides had a real scene, and the reporter lady breathed a sigh of relief.

"plz follow me."

Tang Suixin pushed open the attic door and turned his head slightly.

He stood with his back to the light, his face hidden in the shadows. The slanting sunlight made everything hazy, and the reporter lady breathed lightly.

Damn it...it feels so good!

She has no resistance at all to this kind of truth. Wow quq, otherwise, later... go and ask for your contact information!

Planning secretly, the reporter followed Tang Suixin to the second floor.

Different from the layout of the lobby, the main body of the second floor is a winding corridor, probably a maze-like structure, except for the uninterrupted intersections.

However, although the space seemed a bit small, the reporter did not feel crowded when she was actually inside.

Tang Suixin waved a touch of soul power: "Miss, do you want to start from the beginning or start from here?"

The light blended silently into the wall on the right.

The reporter lady looked around and saw a faint blue color gradually emerging from the dark space.

It was like a sleeping elf being awakened and scattering crystals of moonlight.

The faint halo of light reflects on the paintings hanging on the left wall, quietly awakening these sleeping gods.

The reporter struggled for a while, but out of consideration for the effect of the program, she finally decided to put the highlight at the end: "Let's start from here."

She turned around and looked at the portrait in front of her: "Is this the thirteenth sect leader - Tang Yunnan?"

"That's right." Tang Suixin nodded and introduced to her softly: "There are thirty-four portraits in the Qunxian Pavilion. Their owners have all made great contributions to the Tang Sect. The latest one is the Sect Master. Madam Tang Yunnan, during her tenure..."

A few words cannot contain a person's life.

Just like this thousand years of time, condensed into thirty-four paintings, it seems somewhat frivolous.

From beginning to end, the faint light seeping from the exit made the reporter, who was still immersed in shock, come back to her senses a little.

She had also grown up listening to the stories of the Tang Sect, and naturally knew that its journey had not been smooth sailing - it had gone through high mountains and fallen into troughs.

The magnificence hidden under the plainness can be seen.

However, after Tang Suixin's explanation, the reporter felt that she who thought she knew everything before was still shallow after all.

——The names of the ancestors are engraved on the monument.

This is not the beautification of exaggerated filters, but the fragrance poured out by blood and sweat.

Through these vivid portraits, she seemed to see these predecessors struggling to move forward in the wind and rain.

Either perseverance or elegance.

But the tenacity that rises from the dust remains the same.

"This is the last one."

The sound of words brought her consciousness back.

Under Tang Suixin's gentle smile, she looked over.

Different from the other thirty-three portraits, this is a picture with a warm tone.

Perhaps in order to show the heroic appearance of the predecessors, other portraits will look more or less serious and sharp - either focusing on the moment when the protagonist kills the enemy, or choosing the appearance of the protagonist concentrating on thinking, even the portrait in the first generation Shrek Several others are no exception...

The same thing will make people feel solemn unconsciously.

However, this one is extraordinarily different...

The bright moon peeks out of the window and embellishes starry dreams.

The long blue hair was tied up high with a hairband, and a wisp of breeze rippled at the end.

safely.

This is the first impression.

See it and forget it.

This was a sudden realization.

Teng Meng Company’s chaos drama is indeed a fart!

The reporter lady thought blankly.

Erasing the "idol" filter, the man in this painting is rare.

It's not that they are evil or domineering. The people in the painting are more suitable to be described as "sea".

——Tolerant and broad-minded, steady and peaceful.

His temperament is far more impressive than his appearance.

There are not many elements in this painting - except for the man chuckling in front of the window, the swaying flowers and plants around, and the ominous blood moon behind it.

“In a way, it’s actually a double painting.”

Instead of introducing his achievements step by step like before, Tang Suixin turned to another topic.

The reporter lady slowly came back to her senses: "Double painting? Mr. Tang means... there is another person in it? Then where is he? Who is it?"

That reserved smile became much more vivid.

The reporter suddenly realized, her pupils trembled, and she guessed very quickly: "Is it...Ms. Tang Lingyi?"

Tang Suixin nodded.

My cp is so sweet? ! ! !

The guess was confirmed. Reporter Miss 01 "2" 3 Support Club President suddenly turned her gaze back to the painting and observed it carefully, trying to find the figure of the other protagonist in it.

At the same time, the viewing volume also reached its peak.

Entire barrages flew past like meteors.

【Ah ah ah ah ah! Really? Really? I finally got it, and it was worth waiting all morning! So what about the other protagonist? Where is the little sister who is as big as me? ! 】

【Although I am also very excited...but ↑Did you forget something (wipe sweat)? My name is Ms. Tang. You are really brave! Be careful, I, Tang San, will doge your neck tonight. 】

[Qianjiji Warning +1, you can’t afford to offend jealous men! 】

[Double painting? Brother, you can speak faster and speak more! Knock on the bowl and wait for food! 】

【…】

After looking carefully, the reporter lady who didn't find the real owner couldn't help but frowned. She cast a questioning look at the smiling man beside her.

"Mr. Tang, could you please explain in detail."

Tang Suixin nodded good-naturedly and took a step forward.

His slender fingers pressed on the eyes of the person in the painting from a distance: "Actually, this shouldn't be difficult to see."

"The place where His Highness's gaze is focused is where the Madam is."

"Is this painting by Ms. Tang?!" The reporter raised her voice, and the doubts in her heart were instantly answered.

No wonder... She asked why the writing was so warm and the love was so strong that it couldn't be hidden even across the paper - it turned out to be like this!

Tang Suixin continued: "Yes, the other paintings were all done by professional painters, but this one is the only one from Madam."

"Instead of saying that it shows His Highness's heroic appearance, it is better to say that this is actually His Highness in the eyes of the Madam."

Is this, like this? !

The reporter suppressed the scream in her heart and nodded wildly, signaling Tang Suixin to say more with expectant eyes.

Who can know the pain of falling in love with a pair of ancient CPs... not to mention that this pair is so low-key! Although the painting "Good Marriage" in the Imperial Museum is indeed very beautiful... But she really wants to eat some new food ah ah qaq!

Brother, if you try some more, she won’t be tired of it! ! !

[...Hum, let me ask you why Lord Tang San’s eyes are so gentle, so that’s why! However, he is clearly looking away from the scene, so where is the double picture? 】

【? ? ? ↑Are you stupid? ! You said it yourself... Master Tang San looked outside the painting, and he was obviously looking at Mrs. Tang who was looking at the painting! Otherwise, your eyes are so gentle... Do you really think you have a filter on? 】

[But even the filter is very easy to use, woo woo woo (cover mouth)! Ancient CP is really good. I must be a fool for believing in the fabrications of Tengmeng Company! By the way, is there any food left? The children are hungry and need food! 】

The reporter's eyes were too hot, which made Tang Suixin, who had a calm temperament, couldn't help but continue talking.

"This painting was painted when His Royal Highness and his wife were living in seclusion, probably in the fifth year after the end of the war. What is painted here is actually a scene in the backyard of the old house."

"Didn't you say that these two disappeared after the wedding?" the reporter asked, "Did they just hide in the Tang Sect?"

"That's not the case." Tang Suixin replied patiently, "After the wedding, because of their responsibilities, His Highness and his wife went to the God Realm and Kongsang Secret Realm respectively. This painting was taken by the two after they took a vacation and returned to Douluo Continent. Witness – they lived in the old house for a while.”

"They - came back?!" The reporter lady couldn't believe it, "But why has no one ever mentioned it?"

"Because Madam doesn't like crowded places."

Tang Suixin chuckled: "It was for this reason that His Highness resigned from his position and title. Honor and power are not flowers to them, but inevitable big troubles."

"So is this also the reason why there are so few records about Ms. Tang?" the reporter couldn't help but asked.

She also watched the new drama from Teng Meng Company, and she was even the first one to complain and complain - the character of Ms. Tang was described as a clueless flower... The reason given by the drama was still There are few records of historical facts and reasonable expansion and adaptation...what a ghost! ! !

Doctors are not the Holy Mother... Can you please stop talking nonsense without thinking?

Thinking of the drama that was still struggling, the reporter couldn't help but ask this question.

She actually had no idea, she just wanted those fools to know what the truth was.

"Yes." Tang Suixin did not notice her intention and affirmed: "Madam's character - in your words, she is relatively lazy. She is not very used to being in front of people, and with His Highness protecting her, the relevant records are very Less is normal.”

"Then...can you tell us more about the story between Master Tang San and Ms. Tang?"

Perhaps Tang Suixin's attitude was too approachable, and the reporter couldn't help but make a "small" request.

Tang Suixin was surprised: "...but isn't your theme about the Tang Sect?"

This is why he spends so much time on the front.

The reporter pursed her lips and waved her hands: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This is what the audience wants to see."

Then, in order to prove the authenticity of what she said, she specially showed Tang Suixin the feedback in the live ball.

The countless "right" words made the priest couldn't help but shake his head.

Tang Suixin thought for a while: "In that case... why not let you witness it with your own eyes."

Ok?

What does it mean?

The reporter lady looked confused.

"Qunxian Pavilion is actually not just a place to display the past."

As he finished speaking, he put his hand on the photo frame.

"If it's just a reward through a portrait like this - it won't be enough to make everyone in the Tang Sect excited."

The reporter has also heard about the meaning of this sentence.

Tang Sect hides a secret, a secret that makes everyone flock to it. The reason why the Tang Sect’s inheritance is immortal is also due to this.

"What the portrait blooms is not only the past, but also... the real memory."

The circle ripples expand upward from the bottom of the photo frame, combined with the light blue light, making everything in front of you full of a dreamy feeling.

"Only the descendants of the Tang Sect who have achieved honor can enter the Qunxian Pavilion and strive to resonate with their ancestors." Tang Suixin's voice sounded unhurriedly, "Then, let's get started, Miss."

He held the reporter's hand, and before she could react, he took her and the live broadcast ball into the astral vortex that appeared out of thin air.

Hey, hey~

The change in the energy field caused the machinery to protest.

The reporter was dizzy for a while, and the reporter, who had a sore head, let out a slight "hiss". Most of the barrage was "so dizzy" begging for mercy.

"arrive."

The reporter lady opened her eyes.

"Ding dong."

The wind blew the bells, and flowers fell on the branches. Two figures not far away came into view. Zhu Xuan and Wei Lan were united, and one glance lasted forever.

!

"Yes……"

The exclamation that blurted out was interrupted by Tang Suixin.

The man raised his index finger to signal them to be silent.

"Shh! Listen."