The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

Wuhua never imagined that he spent a lot of effort to use Shi Guanyin's intelligence network, and hinted that Nangong Ling used the way of the beggar gang to inquire about the identity of the young man in gold, and even because of Song Yuzhi's roar in the beggar gang. Knowing that the possibility is unlikely, he put his idea on the Tian family, and finally got a more definite news from the head of the beggar gang.

"Zang, Jian, Shan, Zhuang...?"

The flowerless face was dimmed in the candlelight.

It is also a coincidence.

Although Ren Ci gradually delegated power to Nangong Ling, he was still the leader of the Beggar Gang, and some matters that Nangong Ling could not take charge of were still sent to Ren Ci to make decisions.

At that time, Nangong Ling went to find Ren Ci as usual, and happened to overhear the conversation between Qiu Lingsu and Ren Ci.

"Husband, what are you looking for?"

Qiu Lingsu entered the study with a medicine bowl in her hand, looked at Ren Ci rummaging through boxes and cabinets in surprise, and asked involuntarily.

"Madam is here?"

Ren Ci stopped what he was doing when he heard Qiu Lingsu's voice, and quickly stepped forward to help Qiu Lingsu sit on the chair, and closed the window in front of the table to block the wind outside.

"It's still cold in early spring, Madam is wearing too thin."

Qiu Lingsu gave Ren Ci a blank look, raised the steaming medicine bowl in her hand and said, "Husband?"

Ren Ci was a little embarrassed and said: "Drink it now, drink it now, Madam, don't get angry." Then he took the medicine bowl and drank it down.

"What is your husband worrying about?"

Qiu Lingsu straightened her temples and frowned slightly. Ren Ci's expression clearly told her that her husband was bothering her.

"It's Mr. Li who came to look for Yuzhi recently." Ren Ci sighed, feeling a little worried.

Qiu Lingsu thought of the young man who had only met once, and lowered his head to think for a while, "Isn't it said that he is from Yuzhi's family? I heard that Yuzhi called out on the spot...'His Royal Highness?'"

"There is no crown prince." Ren Ci shook his head: "Looking at Yuzhi's attitude, I almost thought it was the son of the Tian family."

"Then?" Qiu Lingsu was puzzled.

"Although bright yellow is exclusive to the royal family, there are exceptions, especially for families that are older than the current dynasty and are hidden from the world."

When Ren Ci said this, his tone was very firm, obviously he was quite sure about his guess.

"It's not a son of Tian's family, and it has nothing to do with the Beggars' Clan, and Yuzhi is sure that it is someone from her hometown who came to pick her up." Qiu Lingsu didn't know the reason for Ren Ci's depression, and asked in confusion: "Then Mr. Li will sooner or later It's all about to go, why are you so troubled?"

When she said this, her voice was a little louder, just in time to be heard by Nangong Ling who had already walked to the door.

Thinking of the things that have bothered her brother recently, Nangong Ling withdrew her hand knocking on the door, approached quietly, and listened carefully with her voice held.

"What if it's related to the beggar gang?"

Ren Ci shook his head, "I always feel a little familiar with the ginkgo dark pattern embroidered on Mr. Li's clothes, I must have seen it somewhere before."

As he said that, he continued to search for the things he hadn't found just now, "Compared to the Tian family, the young man's gestures are more like... he found it."

Ren Ci pulled out a long box from a hidden compartment. The dark purple box was extremely heavy to handle, and one could still smell a strange fragrance from the box when one got close.

"This was given to me by my master when I succeeded as the head of the beggar gang."

The sandalwood box was completely sealed. Ren Ci groped around the edge of the box, touched a pattern with his fingertips and pressed it hard, with a "click", the box opened automatically.

Qiu Lingsu leaned over and saw a scroll lying quietly inside.

Putting the scroll on the desk, the two slowly pushed it away.

A magnificent, unpredictable and unparalleled prosperity unfolded before their eyes——

The shield of General Xuanjia was glowing blood-colored. The man in purple clothes with mink fur was bare chested, and three knives of different shapes were hung firmly behind his back; The color of the peach blossoms between the temples is burning, and the blue sky is high and far behind.

The monk sitting cross-legged on the ground clasped his hands together, his eyes and eyebrows were peaceful, and he heard the Buddha's voice and Zen.The Taoist priest in Xuanyi behind him stood with his sword in his arms, showing his sharpness, his brows were condensed like frost and snow; the woman who was squatting and sniffing a herb lightly had her black hair falling down her shoulders, her side face was surprisingly bright.

The two swords of the woman in the pink skirt overturned the river and the sea, and the swords moved in all directions like thunder;Spears, scarlet cloak fluttering, one school of gallant and heroic.A young man in golden clothes and light armor with black hair and high beams stepped lightly on the general's spear and spear. The light sword shone like a scorching sun, but the heavy sword landed in front of the general's horse. The bold man with a gourd looked at the bird on his arm with a smile.

Under the moonlight, the scimitar is condensed in the cold light, the pair of heterochromatic eyes under the woman's hood are indistinguishable from the cat on her shoulder; in the bamboo forest, the man in the dark blue shirt half removes the silver mask on his face, the phoenix eyes are full of It's chilling; the Miao girl covered in silver ornaments has a sweet smile, and a green phosphorous snake is wrapped around her slender legs, which is dangerous and enchanting.

Finally, on the bank of the cliff through the clouds, the man in white held an umbrella of the same color, watching the raging waves rolling in frost and snow.

From left to right, there are a total of fourteen people, all of whom are stunning in the world.

The picture scroll is very long, so long that it can accommodate a total of fourteen colorful characters with different expressions and appearances, but each has its own merits.

The picture scroll is very short, as short as fourteen people, it interprets a prosperous world as bright as stars a long time ago.

After watching it, Ren Ci and Qiu Lingsu were still immersed in that era, unable to wake up for a long time.

Nangong Ling, who was eavesdropping outside the door, hadn't heard the conversation inside for a long time, and couldn't see what was going on, so she couldn't help feeling a little anxious, and when she gritted her teeth and was about to knock on the door, she heard Qiu Lingsu's faint voice from inside.

Looking at the words on the front of the scroll, Qiu Lingsu sighed, "Is this the most prosperous era of the Beggar Gang? It's really exciting."

Ren Cidao: "The prosperous Tang Dynasty has a well-deserved reputation."

"Madam, take a look again," Ren Ci pointed to a character in the painting, feeling deeply moved, "I thought that those old sects of the Beggar Gang still had their inheritance, but who would have thought..."

This picture scroll is too grand, Qiu Lingsu didn't pay close attention to everyone's eyebrows and eyes. After listening to Ren Ci's words, he followed Ren Ci's eyes and exclaimed in disbelief: "This is impossible—— "

What Ren Ci pointed at was the one foot on the general.The golden-clothed young man with a sword on his gun and a smile on his face is still extremely eye-catching among all the elegant figures, and his demeanor even overwhelms the others in the painting.

Qiu Lingsu clutched her chest, full of horror.

The young man in the painting has a bright smile, and his clothes are embroidered with ginkgo leaf-shaped dark patterns, except for his hair color and age, he is no different from the Mr. Li that Qiu Lingsu saw a few days ago.

How can it be so similar?

"He, he is still..." People?

Qiu Lingsu couldn't be sure, this was too unbelievable for her.

"Hiding the sword, the handsome and handsome young man raised his head and looked at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree before the wind."

Ren Ci brushed the words next to the boy with his fingertips, and murmured: "Cangjian Villa, Li Zhaoming."

There was a knock on the door behind him.

After much thought, Ren Ci sent the painting to Li Jiancheng.

Regardless of whether the boy in the painting is the person in front of him, Ren Ci feels that he should take a look.

After the picture scroll was unrolled again, Ren Ci clearly saw the calm young man tremble suddenly, and surprise and even a trace of panic slowly welled up in those beautiful peach eyes.

"This has been passed down from generation to generation of the beggar gang. When each gang leader succeeds, the previous gang leader will confess. Be sure to keep it well. This is an inheritance from a prosperous age."

Seeing that young master's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, Ren Ci said: "This painting will see the light of day today, so let's keep it with young master for a while."

"Thank you."

Li Jiancheng lowered his eyes, covering the color of the surging water.

When Ren Ci left, he looked back, only to feel that the young man's back was very lonely.

He shook his head, but finally left the place without saying anything.

When he turned around the corridor and saw Qiu Lingsu waiting there, Ren Ci smiled and went up to him, then stopped suddenly and looked around him suspiciously.

At that moment just now, he seemed to feel a lot lighter in his body, as if all the ailments all over his body had dissipated in a short period of time.

Busy talking with Qiu Lingsu, he didn't notice that there was a bright aura quietly sinking into the center of his eyebrows, and the remaining poison in his body faded away.

Li Jiancheng should indeed thank Ren Ci.

After infusing Ren Ci with a spiritual power to comb his body, he stood in front of the table, his eyes fixed on the painting that almost covered the entire Great Tang Jianghu.

He thought that after such a long time, the faces of these old people should have been blurred in the torrent of time.

After seeing this painting, Li Jiancheng realized that he had made a mistake.

He also recognized the faces.

He once chatted with the swordsmen among them, and had a hearty fight with the swordsmen; he once fought with the silver-armored general in the bandit village, and teased the birds carefully reared by the disciples of the beggar gang; he also lay on his back and asked On the slope, the killer who took off his mask is holding a black and white dumpling, his fierce eyes are rare and gentle; once he stepped on the roof of the ancient temple of Shaolin Temple with a big smile, and was chased to Qixiufang by the monk holding his Zen staff, watching The monk was so annoyed by the girl from Xiufang that his face turned red.I have seen exotic flowers and plants in the sunny day sea, walked through the mysterious and deep Wudu Lake, and listened to Mingjiao friends chattering under the three-life tree with a white cat holding a strange-colored eye...

Cangyun, Badao, Changge, Shaolin, Chunyang, Wanhua, Qixiu, Tiance, Mingjiao, Tangmen, Wudu, Penglai, and... Zangjian.

The gentleman hides the front, the beauty dances the sword, and the general is the commander.The gun blesses Tang Hun.The Jiangtian returns to Yan and the green mountains are heavy, the bright moon and high-rise buildings are full of piano sounds, and guests from Shuzhong are wandering downstairs.The beaded curtain is moved by the beautiful woman's hand, the amber wine on the jade case is fragrant, and the fireworks are all over Chang'an.

The country is prosperous in the spring breeze.

It was the first and only splendid rivers and lakes he saw after leaving his hometown unexpectedly many years ago.

It was his boyhood that was hidden deep in his heart.

The years he had gone through were too long, and it was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that he had never forgotten those things.

Old friends and old friends show all the memories of Jiu Yange in this slowly unfolding scroll.

Li Jiancheng raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

With this smile, the ice and snow melted, the spring breeze turned into rain, and the spirit of the youth was fully revived.

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