Dragon King relies on green tea

Selfishness.

Speaking of this, Zisang Yanshu suddenly remembered some past events.

"Naturally, it's selfish." Zisang Yanshu looked at the men on the ring for a long time, and some dusty memories unconsciously appeared in his mind, "More than 300 years ago, there seemed to be a man from the Wolf Department who had Qiuye has some grievances, he should be the descendant of the wolf department, and he came here specifically for Qiuye's picture scroll."

"It's been more than 300 years, and you still can't let go?" Ye Junche was a little puzzled.

"Who knows?" Zisang Yanshu smiled slightly, took a sip of the dessert, felt that the taste was not bad, and said lightly, "The wolf department is most concerned with honor and disgrace, and he must have felt a big blow from what happened back then. So it has been passed down from generation to generation, and until today I finally see the objects related to Qiuye, I can't help but feel relieved."

Pausing for a moment, Zisang Yanshu didn't look down at the ring below, and said calmly: "Jing Qian is not his opponent. Within thirty moves, Jing Qian will definitely lose."

"Pfft!" A sip of tea was almost spat out by Ye Junche, knowing that Jing Qian would be defeated, instead of worrying, he laughed unkindly, "Yan Shu saw it, why didn't he stop him."

Zisang Yanshu drank the dessert, tilted his head slightly and blinked innocently, and said, "You can see it too, didn't you also stop it?"

As expected, the two of them knew each other, Ye Junche chuckled and said, "Then Lord Dragon King wants to teach others a lesson by himself, or should I go and grab the painting back?"

"Young master, I don't have the strength to restrain a chicken, how can I knock down the big man on the stage?"

The meaning behind the words was already clear, Ye Junche nodded, seeing that he likes sweet things, he took another bowl of brown sugar cold cakes and put it in front of his eyes, "It turns out that Yan Shu likes sweet things."

Zisang Yanshu had predicted well, but after only thirty moves, Jing Qian had already been beaten down by the foreigner. Seeing that he couldn't watch any more, Ye Junche jumped directly from the window sill and ran Go to the ring.

In the private room, you can see everything that happened on the ring just by looking outside, but Zisang Yanshu didn't even look at it. It seemed that only the food in front of him could attract his attention.

In fact, he didn't need to look at it at all, and he could know what was going on under the stage.

There was a sensation in the audience because someone came on stage, and bursts of cheers and cheers continued to enter the ears.

His eyes swept over the streets where people come and go, and Zisang Yanshu's thoughts drifted inadvertently to more than 300 years ago.

At that time, Lidu was never prosperous, and Ruiji was never prosperous. It was a time of troubled times which is rare in the world.

And Liu Shuang's body is more than a little worse than Ye Junche's, but in view of the troubled times, he is not a person who is willing to avoid the troubled times, he wants to use his pen to record the troubled times, so that future generations can know the troubled times How cruel.

At that time, he used a paintbrush to draw down the refugees on the streets of Ruiji one after another, and the scenes in Dongshi at that time. That painting is now left in Ruiji's palace. It is the awakening of the kings of all ages.

The current prosperity is exactly the world that Liu Shuangbiao, who is in troubled times, longs for but cannot see.

Before he knew it, Zisang Yanshu's eyes fell on Ye Junche who was on the stage. The people on the stage just knocked the foreigner out of the ring, and they were proudly looking in his direction, showing off He shook his hand.

That look is obviously to tell him that he has won, not only winning but also winning beautifully.

When the four eyes met, Zisang Yanshu's eyes showed a gentle and modest smile inadvertently, and he murmured in a low voice: "The prosperity you once expected is now in front of your eyes, Shuang Biao, you have seen it!" ?"

It's a pity that no one responded to his whispers and inquiries.

In the private room, he was the only one facing a table of delicacies. A long time ago, that person said that if it was a time of prosperity and peace, he would definitely go on a tour with him and paint the world to the fullest, but in the end it still didn't come true.

Or maybe he's already seeing it in other ways.

"Words and words!"

An excited voice brought Zisang Yanshu's thoughts back to reality. Zisang Yanshu looked up and saw Ye Junche excitedly unfolding the scroll in front of him.

"Yan Shu, can you see if this is the authentic work of Mr. Akiba?"

A long-lost painting slowly unfolded in front of his eyes, and Zi Sang Yanshu knew it was Liu Shuangbing's painting with just a quick glance.

I will never admit his mistakes in his paintings.

The last time I saw this "South China Sea Coral Palace" was 300 years ago. At that time, Liu Shuangbing visited the South China Sea and painted this "South China Sea Coral Palace". Every place in the Coral Palace was painted by him. He drew it carefully, but he didn't draw the twelve dragon spines at the entrance of the Coral Palace.

Because at that time he said: "Yan Shu, you have shouldered too much, I hope that one day you can really let go of those pasts."

It's been 300 years, but he still hasn't let go...

Zisang Yanshu's expression changed when he saw "The Coral Palace in the South China Sea". The complex expression contained longing that could not be concealed, and many emotions that could not be expressed in words.

Indistinctly, there seems to be self-blame and guilt...

Such deep affection made Ye Junche feel that his time was really far away from him.

He thought that Zisang Yanshu and Zisang Yanshu hit it off right away, and he felt overjoyed from the moment he first met. Later, during his trip to Yicheng, he felt that the relationship between the two of them was one step closer.

But it was only now that he realized that the friend he thought of as a close friend might be too far away from the other party's world, and he even knew too little about Zi Sang Yanshu. He didn't even know what the other party liked to eat or do. In this world, what kind of role do you play?

"Shuang Biao..." Zisang Yanshu trembled when he uttered these two words.

With just two words, Ye Junche already understood that the memory left by that person cannot be forgotten or replaced.

Probably because he didn't know how to face this painting, one blood-red picture after another suddenly flashed in Zisang Yanshu's mind, making him tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing that something was wrong with Zisang Yanshu, Ye Junche immediately put away the scroll, supported Zisang Yanshu to sit down, and said with concern: "Yanshu, what are you thinking about? Don't think about it, it's all over. Now it's 300 years later."

That day 300 years ago was Zi Sang Yanshu's nightmare for countless nights in the past 300 years, and now he can think of that day and the bloody scene just by saying the name Liu Shuangbiao.