Chapter 17: 0 years later, the ancient paintings will leave words

　　 The sunset glow disappeared.
　　 The royal residence of the Zhao family is unprecedentedly quiet.
　　 The lobby that can hold a thousand people, no one speaks,
　　 Looking at Chu Lingxiao, who was sitting quietly drinking tea, everyone felt a numb body, like a carved statue. The expression on their faces stayed at a certain point in time, making people look desperate.
This……
　　 Is this a dream?
　　 is that Zhao Yongchang feels extremely unreal, as if he hasn't woken up yet. He looked at his hands and couldn't speak for a long time.
　　 Me, are you already the strongest of the Nine Qi Realm?
　　 Why is it so simple?
Do not!
should say.
　　 Why did Mr., let himself rise to two realms at random, and reach the realm that he can only dream of in this life?
　　 This back and forth.
　　The royal hall of the Zhao clan with nearly a thousand people is deadly silent!
　　 Let the old patriarch rise to two levels.
　　 At this moment, almost everyone shook their heads in their hearts:
　　 "No, it's not for the old patriarch to be promoted to two levels, this should be said to be a gift! Give the old patriarch two levels!"
　　 is incredible!
　　 How could such a thing exist in this world!
　　 Budo realm.
　　Especially at the level of the master of martial arts, every time you rise to a level, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.
　　 Put aside talent.
　　 Only by having a chance and insight, can it help to improve.
　　 How could it be like this? !
　　 God Ban is supreme, it is impossible to do it!
　　 All the members of the Zhao clan can no longer think of words to describe their feelings at this time. They can only warn themselves over and over again in their hearts, this is not a dream, this is not a dream.
　　 Otherwise.
　　 They all fainted.
　　……
　　 "Well, now in Jinling City, among the four imperial capitals, no one is your opponent anymore."
　　Chu Lingxiao said faintly, his tone was still so indifferent, as if to give others two realms at hand, to him, it was so natural, like a small matter of sesame seeds.
　　 "Thank you sir, sir, you are so banished!"
　　 The five-body throw that Zhao Yongchang admired, the hurdle he hadn't moved for more than a hundred years, was so easy to cross it, it was unheard of.
　　 He respectfully said:
　　 "Sir, you deserve to be the one who can make Chen Daoji and other masters of the Eight Qi Realm kneel down and kowtow."
　　 "It is unimaginable!"
　　 Boom!
　　 In an instant.
　　 Hearing this, all the Zhao clan members in the entire lobby felt a chill on their backs, and their scared hearts twitched fiercely.
　　 heard the name.
　　 Everyone was shocked and shocked.
　　 Did you hear me wrong just now? !
　　 Make Grandmaster Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow?
　　 Isn't that... Some time ago, it was rumored that the entire Chinese royal family taboo, Chu Lingxiao!
　　He turned out to be Chu Lingxiao!
　　 Maybe he realized that he said something that shouldn’t be said, Zhao Yongchang reprimanded in a low voice
　　 "Everyone has listened, who dares to reveal the identity of Mr. Zhao will be expelled from the royal family of Zhao!"
　　 After finishing speaking, Zhao Yongchang seems to have some meanings:
　　 "And sir, you..."
　　……
　　 "Ask if you have any questions, don't hesitate." Picking up the teacup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang was thinking in his heart, with a calm tone.
　　 "I knew I couldn't hide it from Mr."
　　 Zhao Yongchang's face blushed:
　　 "Please wait a moment, sir. I will be back soon."
　　 finished.
　　人, left the lobby.
　　 A minute later.
　　 Under the puzzled gaze of all the Zhao clan members, Zhao Yongchang returned to the lobby with a scroll in his hand, and carefully handed it to the table next to Chu Lingxiao.
　　 Chu Lingxiao glanced, his eyes suddenly changed.
　　 This scroll is housed in a glass box. Although the scroll looks old, it is still as lifelike as new.
　　 "This ancient painting is inherited from my Zhao family thousands of years ago..." Zhao Yongchang hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not. After all, it feels too absurd.
　　 "If you have something in your heart, speak." Chu Lingxiao's tone was calm when he picked up the teacup.
"Yes."
　　 Zhao Yongchang nodded, his tone more respectful:
　　 "After Mr. left, he forgot to ask Mr. one thing."
　　 "This is this ancient painting. One of the people painted in it is very similar to Mr. Today's dress."
　　 This ancient painting.
When 　　 first reached him, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much about it, but just treated it as a coincidence and didn't think about it.
　　 After all, there are too many people wearing similar clothes in this world.
　　 But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.
　　 Zhao Yongchang suddenly remembered this incident again.
　　 And he never thought of it.
　　 One hundred years later, the husband is still alive, still so young!
　　Mr. Nancheng, is there any relationship with the person in the painting thousands of years ago?
　　 "Sir, let's not hide from you, the person in this painting, that thin little boy, is the ancestor of my Zhao family."
　　 This doubt, Zhao Yongchang has been held in his heart for more than a hundred years, and has been puzzled. When he meets again with Chu Lingxiao, he naturally wants to know the answer:
　　 "Sir, do you know the person in the white robe in this painting?"
　　 The drawing axis slowly opens.
　　 I don’t know how long the ancient paintings have been in dust, once again appear in the eyes of all the Zhao clan.
　　 They couldn't help but move closer.
　　 Looking at the painting on the wall, Zhao Ningyu was a little puzzled. It was the first time she saw this painting. But why did the person in the white robe painted only one side in the painting?
　　 can only be vaguely felt, a young man.
　　 a thousand years ago.
　　 A young man, why could his ancestor, who was sitting as an emperor, specially paint this picture?
　　 and.
　　This...there are a few inscriptions on it~EbookFREE.me~ One of them seems to be different from other handwritings, not by the same person.
　　 strange.
Too strange!
　　 Who would dare to inscribe a word in the paintings of the ancestors of the emperor?
　　 Zhao Ning was puzzled.
　　 All the Zhao clan members in this lobby are also puzzled.
　　 Is it impossible, this royal family taboo can give the answer to the doubts thousands of years ago?
　　 "Come here with pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, but some answers were not what he asked.
　　 Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered people to bring the calligraphy treasures treasured by the Zhao family.
　　 immediately.
　　 Chu Lingxiao picked up the brush, and gently wrote a word on this ancient painting-life!
　　 is finished in one word.
　　 The white robe has already left.
　　 Only the ancient painting was left, Zhao Yongchang, with a dull gaze, couldn't help but start to tremble when he looked at the word of fate.
　　 "An ancient painting thousands of years ago, this fate character is exactly the same as that written by your husband!" Zhao Yongchang's face was shocked, but he was speechless.
　　 This ancient painting.
　　 is drawn by the ancestor of the emperor, and the same is true for that line of characters.
　　 And that fate word.
　　 is very likely left by the young man in the white robe.
　　 can be now.
　　 The handwriting of a thousand years ago, how could it be...
　　 "Sir, I won't live a thousand years!"
　　 hiss!
　　 Zhao Yongchang sucked in air, and was frightened.
　　 In the lobby, all the Zhao clan people are very close to petrification.
　　 "A thousand years?"
　　 Standing on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain, overlooking the entire ancient capital of Jinling, in Chu Lingxiao's eyes it was like a drop in the sea, so insignificant, he sighed:
　　 "My years are more than a mere thousand years."