Two days later, the charlatan returned to Yunmeng Peak.

In the past two days, he asked the Master Bame to try it twice, but Master Bame really couldn't see any more. Finally, he took a compromise method and asked Ma Juanhong to tell the charlatan that he would hang the embroidered flower-picture at home and study it every day. If he would find out anything again, he would notify them in time.

Ma Juanhong almost felt sympathy for Master Bame when he looked frowning.

So he in turn advised the sage: "Uncle Jian, we are always here, he is under pressure - just like solving math problems, the more you force you will be unable to solve it. Why not be slow first, maybe you are unintentionally inserted into willows, and one day he will read one sentence and a half sentence?"

Chen Wangu also echoed on the side: "Uncle Stick, your body is the capital of revolution. You have to be addicted to anything. Look at you, you are now like a devil. If you talk to you, you will be slow to react - you can't do this, you won't be fat in one bite, so we have to take it slowly."

Take it slowly first, it seems that this is the only way.

***

It was night when it arrived.

The entire Yunmeng Peak was deserted and the rooms at high places were not on, and they didn't look like someone was staying in. The charlatan was a little puzzled and stepped into the gate in confusion, walked through the courtyard, and then into the front hall.

The light in the front hall was very dark. Liu Guanguo and a man of similar age were sitting on a small stool, drinking around a small square table. There were a lot of food and drinks on the table: chopped pepper fish head, blood duck, jar of radish, wormwood cake, etc.

When he looked up and saw the visitor, Liu Guanguo almost choked with a sip of wine. He quickly got up and greeted him: "Yeah, bro...Brother Bang, are you back? Have you eaten?"

The charlatan said, "No."

Chen Wangu and the others all had a home here and didn't need to stay in an inn. They originally said that they would take him back to Yunmeng Peak after dinner together - but in the past two days, a large group of people gathered to have dinner, and the charlatan thought it was noisy and refused.

Liu Guanguo quickly brought another stool and came over: "Brother Jian, come on, we just drank it, the food hasn't moved much, it's not leftovers. My drinker, Wang Qingliang, works as a security guard in Wuling Mountain Scenic Area."

He also introduced the charlatan to Wang Qingliang, saying that he was a scholar who studied folk customs and ancient cultural legends.

When Wang Qingliang heard that he was a cultural person, he became respectful and followed Liu Guanguo to call him "Brother Stick".

The charlatan sat down, looked around, and asked again: "Where is the person?"

In the past few days in Yao Village, he has never thought about people outside. As before, he is devoted to his own affairs, or, as Chen Wangu said, he has been a little slow to react these two days.

Liu Guanguo said: "Let's go, it's all over. Are there any people who won't leave? Brother Jiang Lian and the others left a few days ago, saying that there was an urgent matter at home, and Miss Meng and the others left yesterday. Finally, they sent all the gods and Buddhas away. I finally felt relieved. I'm still lazy and there is no business."

After thinking about it, I added: "But Uncle Bang, don't worry. Miss Meng told me when she left, and asked me to talk to you and give you all the convenience. If you have any problems, just contact me. If I can't do it, I can call Assistant Meng directly."

The charlatan said oh, and first stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the blood duck.

He was so used to being together with his friends and never thought it was a problem for anyone to leave: can he still lose contact these days? Transportation and communication are so convenient. If you want to meet, you can only see if you have a heart or not. It’s no problem.

The charlatan bit off the duck meat and looked at the table with clean, so he held the duck skeleton and didn't know where to spit it.

Originally, there was a trash can between Wang Qingliang and Liu Guanguo's seats, but there was one more person, which was obviously not enough. Liu Guanguo ordered Wang Qingliang: "Go and get some paper and cushion it."

Wang Qingliang is familiar with the journey, so he went to the copier to find it first. There was a waste paper basket on the table next to the copier. Those customers printed and took it away before they could take it away, and waited for a piece to be filled to deal with it.

Wang Qingliang pulled a dozen pieces and gave them to everyone. The few pieces in his hand were originally placed on the table, so he picked up the one on the top to see.

As he looked, he laughed: "Yeah, isn't this a great charity man in Yan?"

He murmured again: "No, right, how could Yan Dashanren wear the Republic of China outfit? Is this cosplay?"

Liu Guanguo glanced at him: "Do you still understand cosplay? Who is Yan Da Shanren?"

Wang Qingliang said, "Why don't I understand? Nowadays, those young people always wear ancient costumes and run to the scenic spots, take photos and broadcast live, and even play the little broken sword there. I have watched a lot... You don't know that Yan Da Shanren, it's Yan Jinguo and Yan Laoqi."

The charlatan was stretching out his chopsticks, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard this and then retracted.

He felt that he had heard of the title of Yan Laoqi somewhere.

Liu Guanguo took the copy paper from Wang Qingliang's hand, and there was a half-body portrait on his head. He looked at it repeatedly: "How is it like it?"

Of course, Yan Laoqi and Liu Guanguo knew about it.

In the early years, the legal system was not so sound, and the crackdown on evil forces in various places was not so cruel. Yan, the surname of Yan, claimed to be a domineering man and woman, and he did a lot of things to bully men and women. Some people scolded him for retribution in the future. The words came to his ears. He sneered that he was the living king of hell, and he did not believe in ghosts or gods, and was not afraid of retribution.

But I didn’t know that seven or eight years ago, when I came back from a trip, I suddenly changed my nature. Of course, I can’t say that I had vegetarian food and chanting Buddha’s name since then. However, I did stop illegal business everywhere. I gradually stopped doing those unethical things. Instead, I began to eliminate my enemies, do good deeds, build many roads and bridges, and donate to schools. When Wuling Mountain built a scenic spot, this person also paid a lot of money. When the scenic spot opened to cut the ribbon, he invited him. The group photo at that time is still posted on the wall of the employee activity room of the scenic spot.

No wonder Wang Qingliang recognized it at first sight.

Seeing that Liu Guanguo still didn't recognize him, Wang Qingliang was anxious for him: "You can't just look at the nose. When Yan Laoqi was young, the bridge of his nose was interrupted, and he had broken his face. He didn't get any plastic surgery. The nose was always weird. You have to look at the face, the short neck, the back of the head, and the one printed in a mold."

When I heard the words "The bridge of the nose was broken", the charlatan was enlightened.

Finally remembered, Yan Jinguo, Yan Laoqi!

Is there anything I can't remember? His best friend Xiao Fengfeng once broke the nose of a local snake in western Hunan to save people. Later, in order to eliminate future troubles, he apologized and said, and not only paid 20,000 yuan in medical expenses, he also received a lifelong ban: he would never set foot in western Hunan in this life.

The charlatan was suddenly excited and even forgot about his troubles over the past few days: "Hey, let me see!"

Liu Guanguo hurriedly handed the copy paper to the charlatan again.

Wang Qingliang was still sighing: "I told me that Yan Laoqi is also lucky. If he had walked one road to the dark, he would have been too angry. Now, he would have become a charity and respected entrepreneur in Yan."

It was indeed a good life. Two or three years after Yan Laoqi turned against the evil forces, a new round of crackdown began to specifically cure the evil forces under the local protective umbrella. Many of Yan Laoqi's early friends went to the high wall to eat. However, Yan Laoqi, because his revenge had disappeared, he did a lot of good things one after another. No one went to look up his old debts, but he escaped the disaster.

It turns out that Yan Laoqi looks like this, but why is he wearing a Republic of China outfit?

As the charlatan looked at it, he recognized that this was a copy of the sketch, and the brushwork of this sketch...

He said wonderingly: "Is this our little practice drawing?"

It must be that he had never seen the knotted ropes that Xiao Lianxian painted, and he had looked at it many times, and he was very familiar with his brushwork. Besides, there have been no one inside or outside the inn to draw.

Liu Guanguo also remembered: "Yes, yes, Kuang Meiying asked me to copy things that day, yes, just her copy. Oh, this girl also committed a crime, I don't know what disease she had..."

The charlatan responded casually: Jiang Lian mentioned this section to him, but there was no specific description. He only said that for several generations, he had a strange disease and died miserably. His skin was torn from the inside out. When he died, his whole body was covered in blood.

Wang Qingliang was curious, picked up a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked vaguely: "What disease is it? Isn't the doctor good?"

Liu Guanguo said: "I don't know this. It's a rare type of blood disease. Later, I searched online and didn't find similar symptoms - you don't know, when she was cut by a knife, the blood was like boiling, and it splattered and bubbled and exploded..."

He picked up a piece of fish and chewed it on the pad, and then spitted the fine thorns on the pad. Because he was eating, he muttered: "Anyway, it's scary."

That blood is like boiling...

A word suddenly appeared in the charlatan's mind—

The fire rolls through the boiling blood and can open the knot of the mechanism.

Kuang Meiying's blood was like boiling, and it splattered and bubbled and exploded. Isn't that... boiling blood?

This is a painting by Jiang Lian. Jiang Lian usually doesn't seem to draw, and he only paints when he sticks his eyes. That day, when he was about to go to Yao Village, Jiang Lian told him that he would go to see the mirage with Miss Meng. Yes, he must have come back after watching the mirage and posted the jiu eye again. Also, at that time, what did he say?

——We went our separate ways and found our own boxes...

The charlatan's head was buzzing. His hand was shaking while holding the painting, and the paper was clattering. He stumbled and said, "Is this painting... this one? Is there any? Ah? Is there any?"

After that, I was yelling.

Wang Qingliang and Liu Guanguo were stunned for a while, and at the same time, they reacted: one ran towards the waste paper basket next to the copier, and the other hurriedly picked up the paper on the table.

Four more pieces were found, all of which were boxes.

Moreover, it is the upper, lower, front and back of the box - Jiang Lian's painting method. Even if you focus on drawing one side, you always use lines to shape the picture into three-dimensional shape, so that you can know that this is the mouth box.

Kuang Meiying sorted the paper in the order of Jiang Lian's paintings: a woman in white chaise-wearing holding Xiao Yunyang, the left and right sides of the box, the upper and lower fronts and backs of the box, and Yan Luo.

A total of eight pictures.

When copying, the last few pieces were gone. Wei Biao only took away the woman's and the left and right sides of the box. The remaining five pieces were later spit out after reloading the paper from the copier.

Fortunately, these pictures have not been disposed of yet. Although one of them was soaked by the spitted bones, it was fine, and it did not affect viewing.

The charlatan looked at those pictures repeatedly. The more he looked, the pale his face became and his breathing became more rapid. Wang Qingliang and Liu Guanguo were not sure, so he came up to look horizontally and vertically.

Isn’t it just a delicate carving that carved a few boxes of ancient myths?

It was not enough to see it alone. The charlatan asked Liu Guanguo and Wang Qingliang to help, and lifted the four pieces of painting paper up and down, back and forth to the top of the table, splicing it into a box shape, sitting and looking at it, standing up and bending over to look at it, and taking a few steps back.

After seeing this, I was so excited that my eyes turned red with sweat. I shivered with my hands, I picked up the bottle of wine on the table and wanted to drink it to express my feelings. Suddenly, I remembered my own nature with a glass of wine. Now, the most important thing is to stay awake and keep my mind calm.

So I put it back.

Liu Guanguo still kept holding his arms up and felt a little funny: "Brother Jian, have you discovered anything...?"

He originally wanted to ask, "Can we put down our arms?" Seeing the charlatan staring at the "box" intently, he was embarrassed to mention it. After all, this person has a different identity, and he has a triple lotus petal.

The charlatan asked: "Have you noticed that there is anything special about this box?"

Wang Qingliang wanted to scratch his head, but he was very cautious: "There is a mythological picture, and has it promoted... traditional culture?"

The charlatan shook his head: "No, this box has no seams."

Liu Guanguo disagreed: "Maybe there are seams, but they are locked too tightly and are not reflected in the painting?"

The charlatan said it very surely: "No, it definitely has no seams, because...you see the boundary of that picture."

The ancient mythological pictures on the box are all in one piece, but they are not square frame-separated: they are separated by the shapes and postures of birds and beasts, so the layout of the pictures is very harmonious and the transition is very natural - the vertical dividing line is a slender phoenix, and the horizontal one is a strong beast.

If there is anything strange, it is that the beasts are very small, but the phoenix bird is extremely gorgeous and slender, and its complex tail feathers can even go from one side of the box to that side.

The charlatan only pointed to the phoenix bird: "What is this?"

Wang Qingliang replied: "Phoenix."

Do you still need to ask this? The head is small, the body is small, the tail feather is dragged very long, and the posture is beautiful. The head is on the front of the box, and the tail feather extends to the bottom.

"How many are there in total?"

Liu Guanguo thought about it in his heart: "Let's four."
To be continued...