N-A-A Chapter 1970 There is a clay figure
Chapter 1970 There is a clay figure
Yin Changxing was certainly not there to settle scores with Qian Dingxing.
"This has nothing to do with you, we know that."
Yin Changxing glanced at Sheng Xiaohan and said to her, "Miss Sheng, you should go and rest first. We would like to talk to Young Master Qianding."
"You guys... you really won't hurt him, will you?"
"Xiao Han, listen to me, go ahead." Qian Dingxing interrupted her worried words and gestured for her to leave.
"Okay..." Sheng Xiaohan was still worried and left, looking back every few steps.
"Master, I'll go tidy up Senior Sister's altar." Lü Song also took the initiative to leave.
“Okay, go ahead.” Yin Changxing nodded.
Only a few of them remained.
Qian Dingxing took the initiative to tell Lu Zhaoling some of the things she had asked him before.
He also talked about his past.
“You probably already know these things,” Qian Dingxing said. “However, I calmed down here for a while and thought of something that you might not know before, and even Master Lu might not know it.”
"What is it?"
"For example, the first time I met Lu Ming, his eyes seemed a little strange when he first saw me."
Yin Changxing asked, "Tell me about it."
“I think it was like he saw an acquaintance, a feeling that was a little dazed and a little nostalgic,” Qian Dingxing said. “Don’t think I’m being sentimental, I like to paint, so I observe these things quite carefully.”
Therefore, he observes a person's expression and eyes very carefully.
"So, it's very likely that Lu Ming knew you before?" Weng Songzhi asked.
So, who exactly is Lu Ming?
If Qian Dingxing is already quite old, and Lu Ming knew him before, then Lu Ming's identity becomes even more mysterious.
However, Weng Songzhi thought again, how could Lu Ming be an ordinary Xuanmen person if he had a daughter with such terrifying talent as Xiao Ling'er?
"Maybe," Qian Dingxing sighed. "Anyway, I don't know."
He gazed at the shimmering surface of the lake and said, "Also, didn't Master Lu say half a sentence before he fainted? Did he mean to say that I had some kind of connection with Prince Jin?"
"That should be the meaning," Yin Changxing said.
Qian Dingxing nodded. "I think that's very likely, because I feel a sense of familiarity with the Prince of Jin. Also, I've played two games of chess with him. His playing style is extremely brutal. My chess skills are quite good, but I was completely defeated by him."
“In my memory, there was someone with this kind of playing style.” Qian Dingxing turned his gaze back, “That king of the Great Jin Dynasty.”
Yin Changxing and Weng Songzhi exchanged a glance.
At that moment, the two brothers were almost certain that Zhou Shiyue was related to that king of the Great Jin Dynasty who was not of the same surname.
Even if it wasn't him personally, he might have been his disciple or something.
"I remember meeting an old soldier who used to serve under that king. I was quite interested in his legend and asked him a lot of questions. Oh, by the way, I even wrote a journal about that king from a different surname in the Great Jin Dynasty."
Weng Songzhi suddenly remembered something.
"When Xiao Ling'er got married, Grand Secretary Meng gave her several books, including this one."
Could it be that Qian Dingxing wrote it?
Qian Dingxing exclaimed "Eh!" and then laughed. "Then it's very likely that I wrote it, because that old man said that the Great Jin Dynasty later forbade anyone from mentioning that king of a different surname. No one was allowed to utter a single word about him, whether it was a storyteller, a writer of unofficial history, or anyone who violated this rule would be beheaded. That's why it's extremely difficult for the Great Jin Dynasty to pass down something like this."
"Moreover, I obtained quite a lot of paper from the Jin Dynasty at that time, and I used paper and ink from the Jin Dynasty. If you get it, you would probably think it is a book passed down from the Jin Dynasty."
That might really be what he wrote.
Weng Songzhi and the others also found it quite subtle. They originally thought that their contact with Qian Dingxing was just that one time in the Ghost Market, but they did not expect that their connection with Qian Dingxing had become quite extensive.
"Speaking of which, I really do have a special connection with Master Lu," Qian Dingxing said, "because she called me here this time because she had a painting with her, saying it might be painted by me."
He originally just came to see the paintings; who could have known that so many things would happen?
"That painting, it really was painted by you, wasn't it?" Yin Changxing asked again.
"That should be true. However, even though I painted the picture, I never expected that the ghost would appear in it."
Qian Dingxing said helplessly, "So this matter can't be pinned on me."
But no matter what, he must be a person with a very special background, otherwise why would people ask him to paint such paintings?
To bring a soul into a painting, creating a lifelike image, and to allow ghosts to possess and reside within it—this is something no ordinary painter can achieve.
"I'll take another look at the painting after Master Lu wakes up," Qian Dingxing said, quite self-aware. "Until then, should I stay at the Prince's mansion, or leave with you and stay with you?"
Aoki had previously suggested that he stay at the Prince's Mansion, but now that Yin Changxing and the others have come looking for him, Qian Dingxing feels that it might be more appropriate for him to go with them.
Yin Changxing said, "Come with us."
They originally intended for Qian Dingxing to stay here, but after learning about the Blood Purple Qi, Yin Changxing changed his mind.
Let him go to Huaiyuan instead.
"Wait here for a moment, we'll leave now and have someone come to pick you up later."
Yin Changxing and the others returned to Huaiyuan.
Gu Sanliang did not go to the Prince of Jin's residence. When he saw them return, he quickly asked about Lu Zhaoling's condition. He was relieved to learn that she was not in any danger.
"Let those masters stay at the Yin residence," Yin Changxing said to Rong Jingjing. "Have Xiao Liu take them there. Your senior brother probably hasn't been going back much lately either, since Mo Qi is there, isn't he?"
Even the masters were human beings.
It's good to let Mo Qi look after them over there; they've already recovered quite a bit here these past few days.
"Yes."
Rong Jingjing quickly made the arrangements.
Ma Xiaoliu and his father first sent the masters to the Yin residence, and then went to the Jin Prince's residence to bring Qian Dingxing to Huaiyuan.
When Qian Dingxing arrived at Huaiyuan, it was already completely dark.
As soon as he entered the locust orchard, he saw the locust tree and his eyes lit up.
"This locust orchard is truly blessed."
"Huh? But why is there a dough figurine on the tree?"
"Who made this dough figurine?"
Standing in the tree, Zheng Ying: "....."
You're the one who's a clay figure!
She thought she had cultivated herself to be quite like a complete ghost! It's one thing for others to call her Zheng Yiban'er, but why is this guy calling her Mianren (Mianren, meaning "clay man")?
Yin Changxing and the others were also speechless.
"Can you see her?" Rong Jingjing looked at Qian Dingxing with great curiosity.