One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

At this time, Yan Lu heard a loud noise outside.

Someone is making an announcement through a very powerful speaker.

Chapter 140 - Disaster 1.3w/4.8w

Hanba wandered around alone, seemingly doing nothing.

He knows better than anyone how terrifying the black embroidered knives with full firepower are. Even if Yuelong has an advantage, when the three sets of black embroidered knives start to exert their ultimate power, Yuelong's actions are actually irrelevant.

—Of course, this is only on the surface.

Long Bo told him in yesterday's communication that he was close to the core of the natural disaster plan, but thousands of miles away, Han Ba ​​couldn't help him, so he could only rely on Long Bo himself.

It was also Long Bo who asked him to go out and stroll to adjust his mood.Although the drought is completely unnecessary.

As for Ye Si, the sequelae of that kid's genetic collapse have not completely stabilized, and he is lying down resting, maybe he is playing chess with Long Bo.

"Ten thousand years of fragrance..."

The young man with a lollipop in his mouth is holding his hands in his pockets. On such a hot day, he is still wearing a leather jacket. Although he looks handsome, in the eyes of most people, his degree of cerebral palsy is far greater than his handsomeness.

He came to the large area where Wanzai Liufang was held. To be honest...he had seen this event a few times, but it didn't feel very good.

It's just that, compared to the strong aversion to this kind of singing and dancing activities in the past, Hanba just doesn't feel very good now, which can be regarded as an improvement.

Seeing all kinds of hawkers lined up neatly outside the venue, the young man couldn't help but sigh: "It's not easy to make money."

He walked slowly through the crowd. The hawkers here basically bought some small souvenirs and only preyed on foreigners. Not many Jiuhua people stayed in front of the stalls.

But Han Yan is looking at this, looking at that, this look of being able to pass the time by doing anything, like an old man in his seventies and eighties who is free to go out.

"Jiuhua Ancient Amulet, I wish you and your family peace and happiness..."

Hanba glanced at a vendor at random, and found that the things on his stall were quite detailed, and really needed some craftsmanship, unlike the kind of stall that purely slaughtered foreigners, so he picked up a talisman with great interest: "How much is this thing? "

"Two hundred a piece." The stall owner didn't raise his head at first, but after hearing the pure and authentic Jiuhua, he raised his head and looked up, "You are us..."

After he saw Hanba's dark black leather jacket, and there was no sweat on his forehead, his expression suddenly turned cold.

"...four hundred."

"Ok?"

The young man raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Treat me as a foreigner?"

"Buy it or not, or leave if you don't." The boss waved his hand impatiently, "Don't affect my business."

What he said immediately excited Han Yan, since he has nothing to do anyway, he might as well be a bully: "Then what's wrong with me standing here? Can you call the police and arrest me?"

"...Heh, I don't have the guts to call the police and arrest you, a master cultivator who wears this clothes on a hot day and doesn't sweat a drop." The boss said in a strange way.

"Oh……"

Han Yan suddenly said: "It's such a thing."

There are people who praise, love, admire, and yearn for cultivators everywhere in Jiuhua.

But those who are dissatisfied, disgusted, despised, and hate the cultivator are also caught in a large number in Jiuhua.

The young man immediately laughed and said, "Why, jealous that I'm not cold in winter and not hot in summer? I'm sorry, it's natural."

"Yeah, born, born."

The boss looked at him coldly: "You are naturally superior."

"..." Han Yan was stunned for a moment, he pointed to his nose, "I, born, superior?"

"Otherwise?" The boss is also quite stubborn. If he doesn't do business, he insists on fighting him to the end. "Cultivators still need to endure hardships? Have you experienced hardships?"

He slapped his stall hard and shouted, "Are you suffering like me!"

The young man stared at him without speaking.

"Why, did I hit the spot? Stop talking? Master Cultivator, please be your master, and don't bother us Shengdou people."

"...Oh, yes."

Being yelled at like this, Han Yan who asked "Are you suffering from me?" just smiled: "Looking at you like this, it's really not easy."

He turned around casually and waved his hands: "Go ahead and set up your stall, it won't affect your business anymore."

The boss looked at his leaving back and muttered mercilessly, "What are you pretending to be?"

"Uncle Uncle!"

Not long after Hanba left, a cute little girl pawed at the pavement, raised a talisman and said loudly: "How much is this!"

The boss's expression softened immediately: "50 yuan is enough."

"50 yuan……"

The little girl took out her pocket, carefully counted the change and banknotes, and after a while lowered her head dejectedly: "But I only have 20 yuan."

The boss looked at her for a while, then picked out a star talisman and handed it to the little girl: "Do you like this one?"

"Well... this one, this one looks good too."

"This is only 20 yuan." The man grinned, "It's just right."

"Okay!" The little girl happily handed him the money, and took the extremely delicate star amulet, "Thank you uncle!"

"Keep it safe."

"Ok!"

Not long after, a blond-haired, blue-eyed overseas man approached the stall, picked up a talisman with a pleasant expression on his face, gestured, and said in broken Jiuhua: "Zhe Yao, more whistles, money?"

The boss glanced at the talisman, it happened to be the one the little girl was holding just now, and said without thinking, "Two hundred and five."

Without even thinking about it, the foreigner scanned the QR code to pay, and went to court his girlfriend.

The man sneered: "It's really two hundred and five."

Having said that, he looked up at the scorching sun, patted the fan beside him vigorously, and shook his somewhat soaked collar.

"One hundred, fifty, two hundred..." The boss counted today's revenue, the joy in his eyes gradually grew, and he quickly put the unhappiness just behind him.

He is indeed just an ordinary Shengdou people.

And Hanba, who had left long ago, didn't take what happened just now to his heart. He was wandering around in the stadium now, recalling what happened here a few days ago, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's really interesting, one by one."

That Senior Colonel Fan Ning is a wonderful person, but it's a pity that I couldn't chat with him a few more words. If something like that happened, he should have returned to Yujing long ago.

In fact, Long Bo didn't make Han Yan's actions so fanciful, it was almost enough.However, the relationship between Hanba and Longbo is not that of a subordinate and a boss. All his actions are actually completely autonomous.

It's just that in front of other Yuelong members, he will behave as if he is subordinate to Long Bo.

"But... then again."

The young man walked along the direction of the exhibition area curiously: "That boy Long Bo said that the works of that painter will be exhibited today... plus those four inexplicable speakers, are they on display today? start to act?"

Han Yan doesn't care about what the natural disaster does, because in his opinion, it is impossible for this organization to have the ability to compete with Jiuhua.

——Even if the essence of natural disasters is not just a mere terrorist organization.

Long Bo has already touched the core of the whole plan of the natural disaster, but what tricks can he do by blowing up the Xuantian Pagoda?Jiuhua doesn't know how much cultivator resources have been invested in Junmi. If they really dare to blow up Xuantian Pagoda and die as many as they want, then you will eat all the Pushertons.

...Although Uncle Long felt that the target of the natural disaster was not the Xuantian Tower, what else could they bomb if they didn't blow up the Xuantian Tower?Municipal government?However, it is not impossible to make a difference.

Han Yan was actually quite curious about how Uncle Long only spent three days... two days to be precise, and suddenly announced that he understood the core issue, but Han Yan was willing to give full trust to that guy.

He recognized Uncle Long's obsession, otherwise he would not have stood by Uncle Long.

"It's not here yet..."

The young man wandered around boredly, but did not find any works of art worthy of his admiration.

"It's the same with these art exhibitions, every time there's nothing...huh?"

He stopped before a painting.

This painting was hung in a very unusual place, obviously ranked in the middle of this highly competitive event, but Han Yan, who thought he couldn't appreciate art, rarely stopped by it.

The main content of the painting is quite ancient in style, dating back to three or four hundred years ago. The buildings are scattered in palaces, with high eaves and teeth, flying pavilions and fighting horns, soaring to the sky.In the midst of luxury and elegance, it does not lose the sense of boundless and heavy power.

It shows the heritage and greatness of a civilization.

But in the distance of this majestic building complex, occupying only three-fourths of the canvas, there is a desert. There are groups of more than ten people in the desert. They wear cloaks and have distorted body tissues. Protruding from the leak in the cloak, it was terrifying.

This group of people trekked in the desert, departed from the great civilization, and walked towards the boundless dangerous wasteland in the deep night.

"Young boy, do you also appreciate this painting?"

An old man on crutches stood beside Han Yan and asked.

"...Huh? Ah, that's right."

The young man clasped his hands behind his back and sighed slowly: "I know what it draws."

"I didn't expect Wanzai Liufang to exhibit such a painting now."

He carefully searched for fragments and pictures from his previous memories: "I remember more of the past...things with unclear meaning, chanting without illness, singing and dancing."

The old man laughed loudly: "That's too extreme. Art is the pursuit of beauty. It's good to reflect reality, but it's not a carrier of reality."

"I don't mean that either." Hanba shrugged, "It's just that I can't appreciate it personally."

"But appreciate this?"

"Hmm... quite realistic." Han Yan smiled, "It has that kind of flavor."

"The family has always tried their best to avoid the history of that great turmoil." The old man leaned on crutches, "Even if it is written in the textbooks, they tried their best to bury the past in various fields. It is a breakthrough that this painting can be exhibited here. .”

"Jiuhua is getting better." The years have filled the wrinkles on the old man's face with joy and tenderness, "It's great."

"……Correct."

Han Yan stared at the painting and said softly, "She keeps getting better."

"Old Luo! Old Luo!"

Two young men trotted over in a panic: "You left on your own, almost scaring us both to death."

The old man said displeasedly: "I am on crutches, not in a wheelchair. My legs are on me. I can go wherever I like."

"Old Luo? That Master Luo Guangqi?"

"The one who became famous in his twenties... I remember that his works when he was young were all realism, scolding the world."

"Hey, now I have lost my vigor, and I like to sing praises of merit."

The whispers not far away were all heard by Han Yan, he looked at the old man leaving on crutches, shook his head and smiled.

Lost vigor...?

"Young boy." The old man who was leaving suddenly turned his head, "There is a painting to be released later, why don't you come over and take a look?"

"...Huh?" Han Yan was stunned for a moment, "What painting?"

"A very evil boy." Luo Lao stroked his beard, "The technique is good, but the artistic conception... is a bit bewildered."

Listening to his description, Han Yan probably guessed what the painting was.

"Okay, I'm free anyway."

The young man shrugged his shoulders: "However, masters of your generation will still look at this kind of painting?"

"The painting is there, and I'm not blind yet, can I stop looking at it?"

Hearing this, Hanba laughed and said, "You are really interesting, master."

He followed this old Luo to a big screen. With this status, he was ranked first in the entire Wanzai Liufang art exhibition.

Ignoring the series of long-winded nonsense, waited until the screen flashed and entered the countdown, Han Yan crossed his arms and stared at the screen with great interest, wanting to see what level the painter who is also the leader of the terrorist organization is.

As the countdown ended, the painting that appeared on the screen made the restless audience fall into silence.

"... Bewitched."

Luo Lao frowned: "How much resentment must this be?"

The blood-red background... The sky, the earth, and all things are all shrouded in a depressing blood-red.

It seems that the heaven is weeping blood, the sky is weeping, the blood red that seems to bring great despair dominates the whole painting, and under this blood red, there are irregular, split and broken geometric shapes, which seem to be cut by a knife. The gloomy lines are like drawing an abyss on the ground.