Chapter 1883: : Be a father to a ghost

Thoughts go back more than a year ago.
It was in the Golden Triangle, after Li Nanfang gave Helan Xiaoxin a top package, and was freed by Sui Yueyue.
He returned to China on the route set by Jing Hongming alone, and happened to ran into a woman on the periphery of Gray Valley.
That woman was the one who made Sui Yueyue's family ruined.
Li Nanfang didn't care what the end result of this woman was.
He only remembered that when he met Lian Mei, the woman was being entangled by two Yankees who claimed to be American CIA agents, suspecting that she had stolen important information from the American Emperor.
As a great Chinese youth, Li Nanfang, how could he stand by when foreigners bullied his compatriots?
After a great show of power, he took it away, and even Mei didn't know how to appear in her bag.
That thing is just a pair of scrolls.
The reel is not too long, that is, half a meter.
After unfolding, it was a portrait painting.
The picture above is an ancient lady with her head full of green silk combed into a falling horse temple. She is wearing a neon dress that was popular in the Tang and Song dynasties. She has a ribbon wrapped around her arm and has a pretty waist. She holds a flower basket in her left hand and her right hand. But he was holding a small flower on his shoulder.
The lady is dignified and delicate, she looks like a famous lady, with her head down slightly, staring at a 45-degree angle in front of her toes.
There is a censer painted there.
Under the light of the outside world, the eyes of the emperor and lady were very vivid and spiritual.
It's not entirely staring at the incense burner in front of the toes, but can circulate together because of the change of light.
Regardless of whether Li Nanfang turned his head left or turned his head, as long as he still looked at the painting, he could find the lady in the painting, always staring at him.
This phenomenon can be explained as a visual illusion phenomenon.
But it can also be proved from another side that the painter's painting skills must be superb.
What is even more amazing is that not only the eyes of the lady in the painting will flow, but even the appearance of the lady will change to a certain extent.
When facing the sun diagonally, the lady's hair is black, her face is also dignified and beautiful, a standard beauty.
But when the scroll was facing the sun, the color of the lady's hair seemed to be silvery white, not to mention, her face also changed, showing the edges and corners of a handsome man.
At that time, Li Nanfang could not understand at all.
But now after seeing the same painting before him, he faintly realized the problem.
When the scroll is facing the sunlight, the picture is in the shadow, the shade corresponds to the night, and the night is a girl.
The picture scroll is facing the sun, that is, the picture is in the sun. The sun corresponds to the day, and the day is male.
The day man and the night woman, isn't it the King Xuanyuan?
The lady in this painting is Yang Xiao!
Ahem, it's definitely not Yang Xiao.
No matter what, Yang Xiao's portrait cannot appear in an ancient tomb that was a thousand years ago.
The woman in the painting is only slightly similar to Yang Xiao.
Then the eight achievements of the person in the painting is a certain Xuanyuan King a long time ago, or directly the first generation Xuanyuan King.
Everyone knows that King Xuanyuan was created by the ancient Great Emperor Xuanyuan.
Maybe, this painting was created by the Emperor Xuanyuan with divine power, otherwise, there would be no such situation of changes in the eyes and faces of the characters.
It's just that the guy who has become a in the legend really knows how to paint?
Li Nanfang shook his head and put this unrealistic idea behind him.
Then, fell into deep thinking again.
He remembers it clearly.
At the beginning, when he saw such a priceless antique, his only idea was to hide it and take it back to 800, and give it to his master as a family heirloom for generations to come.
But when he returned to Huaxia Jinghua, as soon as he got off the plane, the police watched him.
To prevent accidents, he hid the scroll on a street light pole.
After that, I met Chen Yu'er, who was posing as a policeman and was actually serving in the 13th Division of Intelligence.
Looking back at this moment, the group of guys headed by Chen Yu'er had him stripped of his clothes for examination. It was very likely that he was looking for this scroll.
Unfortunately, you have Zhang Liangji, and Boss Li has a bridge ladder.
The guys didn't succeed at all.
However, when I came out of the police station, I went back to the previous street light pole when I was looking for it.
Li Nanfang wanted to scold his mother.
His heirloom is gone.
I still remember that he vowed at the time that he must find the thief who stole his heirloom and cut that man off.
As a result, too much happened later, and he forgot about the heirloom.
This shows how big-hearted our boss Li is.
However, it should be his, and it will be his sooner or later.
Didn't you see that after such a long time, the heirloom returned to him?
That little thief really thought that if he stole something and hid it in an ancient tomb, he wouldn't be found by Boss Li.
Nonsence!
Fart thief.
After stole something, a fool would take pains to hide the stolen goods in a thousand-year-old tomb.
If you think about it with your toes, you can guess that the scroll in front of you is not the one he got last time.
In other words, there is not only one such scroll.
How many are there?
Li Nanfang didn't know.
He was just wondering that no matter who painted these scrolls, he couldn't draw several exactly the same.
Thinking of using the fake to prevent the genuine product from being stolen?
Nonsense, how can this kind of age-old treasure with amazing painting skills be faked casually.
Simply changing the characters in the paintings cannot be done by ordinary people.
So, why do you need to draw several identical scrolls?
Or is it that these scrolls are actually different?
Li Nanfang fixed his eyes on the pair of scrolls, carefully observing every corner of the painting, while recalling the appearance of the pair of scrolls he had seen last time.
The background is the same background.
The lady is still the magic lady.
Carrying a flower hoe, carrying a flower basket, not going to bury the flowers, but staring at an incense burner.
There are three sticks of incense in the incense burner and smoke is lingering.
There are still many patterns on the incense burner, which are weird in ancient times, seemingly messy, but they seem to be traceable.
After watching for a little longer, the eyes will have an illusion, as if there are many small snakes wrapped around the incense burner.
As long as the scroll is moved a little, the thin little snakes will bend and move as if they were alive.
As the shaking of the scroll speeds up, the small snakes on the incense burner also move faster, all entangled to form a very thick long snake.
Then, Li Nanfang would be like the last time, his heart beating suddenly for no reason.
A strong feeling of retching, the fountain rose from under his throat like a fountain.
When he instinctively raised his hand, covered his mouth, and tried to shift his gaze away from the incense burner, he finally discovered the difference in the picture scroll.
"It's the incense burner, the incense burner is different!"
Li Nanfang yelled out these words in surprise, keeping a distance from the whole picture, not only looking at the details, but watching the whole picture.
You can immediately find that the censer on the scroll in front of you is a bronze censer with three legs and two ears.
And last time, the censer in the scroll I saw was a three-legged bronze censer.
It's really hard for Li Nanfang to remember the details so clearly.
On a picture scroll, the censer occupies only a small area, and the ear on the top of the censer is the size of a fingernail.
But this difference is enough to prove everything.
"Lao Tzu's heirloom was still stolen by a thief!"
Alas, according to Li Nanfang's temperament, what he is concerned about is, of course, the whereabouts of the family heirloom.
As for a painting, why is there a different shape of the incense burner? What does it have to do with him?
If you want to know why, ask the painter.
"There are more than one scrolls, it must be a set. A single pair is invaluable. If you put together a set. Tsk tusk, that little thief, you are dead. I have been very idle lately, and I will definitely concentrate on finding you. of!"
Li Nanfang laughed and muttered to himself, put the scroll into the white cloth bag again, put it in his arms, and put it next to his body.
In any case, this time he must not let the heirloom be stolen.
Holding your baby in your arms always makes people feel good.
When you are in a good mood, you can expand your thinking.
He turned his head sharply, remembering a very important thing.
Why haven't Yang Xiao's gang come back?
It has been a long time since he came back here with the corpse on his back. Even if Yang Xiao's group crawled, they should have crawled back.
Why suddenly there is no figure.
He didn't know that Yang Xiao had gone to Wang Laohan's house as a midwife again, but subconsciously got up and went out, out of the hospital, searching for the repertoire.
I didn't see anyone, but heard the wailing sound of an extremely stern man.
The voice was sharp and piercing, and only taught Boss Li that he wanted to pull the crying man over, twist his neck directly, and change the world for a clean.
He hurried to the past along the distance of the sound.
Soon I saw the Wang Laohan family in extreme sadness.
No one is in the mood to talk to Li Nanfang.
And Li Nanfang was also taken aback by the sad atmosphere, and completely forgot to twist his neck.
He just saw Shen Qingwu from a distance, standing at the door of this family's bedroom, looking impatient.
Waiting to get closer.
First I saw the boring Zhanxing God, then the helpless and sad Grand Elder, and finally Yang Xiao who was excited.
He knew these four people, but their expressions were different.
It's simply a picture that no one can smile at it.
He wanted to laugh.
However, when I looked further inward, I saw a woman with Liujia lying on her back on the bed, muttering in a low voice, her legs spread apart, and her whole body convulsed in pain.
He couldn't laugh anymore.
"What's the matter? Yang Xiao, you save people!"
Li Nanfang rushed into the house.
Even if no one told him the specific situation at the moment, he thought from the bottom of his heart that the top priority should be to help the woman in bed and give birth to the baby in his stomach.
Yang Xiaoming is a master of Chinese medicine. He has theoretical knowledge and practical experience.
Why stand here and stand by?
With his shout, Yang Xiao's eyes turned.
"You let me save her?"
"Yup."
"why?"
"Saving people, do you still need why? Are you so helpless?"
Li Nanfang is not a mother bitch. Even if he had the unrealistic fantasy of saving all mankind, he didn't really want to become a superman, flying around the world to rescue all people.
However, there is a major matter of life and death right now, or the terrible result of a little careless death.
Anyone who is a bit benign will help.
Perceiving Li Nanfang's unwavering gaze, Yang Xiao had no choice but to wait for a good show.
She can refuse anyone's request, but in the face of Li Nanfang, she can't do it.
"Okay, I can save people. But I still have one condition."
"What conditions?"
"You are a father to this kid."
Yang Xiao raised his hand and pointed to the belly of the pregnant woman on the bed, and Li Nanfang was once again dumbfounded on the spot.
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