Chapter 377 The Legacy of China
In the morning, Dajing City, headquarters.
Cao Yanhua was sitting alone in the office, meditating. The person who just summoned him told him some secrets, which were enough to solve the current dilemma.
But there are not many opportunities.
At this time, a kind old man appeared slowly on a crutch. When he saw Cao Yanhua's face, he seemed to have guessed something, and he slowly sat on the stool on the other side.
"Mr. Qin, you are here." Cao Yanhua's meditation was interrupted. He glanced at Mr. Qin and greeted him respectfully.
"Did he tell you?" Mr. Qin suddenly spoke, and what he asked was so inexplicable that it made people confused.
But Cao Yanhua nodded. He knew exactly what the old man was asking.
"Their last wish is to help this country withstand a crisis." Mr. Qin's face was full of nostalgia, as if he was thinking of the past.
"But the current situation doesn't seem to have reached that level, maybe." Cao Yanhua shook his head with a tangled look on his face.
"These little guys can't solve that thing. Let me go." Mr. Qin stood up and walked outside. He didn't know whether he meant to release the backhand or to solve the ghost painting.
Cao Yanhua's eyes flickered, and when Mr. Qin walked to the door, he suddenly said: "Mr. Qin, we need you!"
After saying that, he stood up and bowed deeply. Bowing to the old man who has dedicated his life is also a reminder that the old man is afraid of solving the ghost paintings on his own.
Mr. Qin paused when he reached the door. He seemed to sigh softly and walked out.
The crowds on the streets have become smaller, which is the inevitable result after the supernatural being is announced. Pedestrians on the road are also passing by in a hurry, and there is no trace of the leisurely life of the past.
As Mr. Qin walked among the hurried pedestrians, he felt as if he had traveled through time and space.
It was also like this back then, right? Everyone is worried.
Thinking about his footsteps, he continued to move forward, but the direction he was going was not Dameng City, but deeper into Dajing City.
"Mom, there are no uncles selling candied haws, Ruirui wants to eat." A very crisp but innocent little girl's voice sounded.
This couldn't help but attract Mr. Qin's attention. He seemed to have heard this kind of question somewhere. It seemed to be a long time ago.
Continuing to move forward, I couldn't help but think: I am getting old, and now I like to think wildly.
When he arrived at Chengtianmen, Mr. Qin stopped again. Looking at the closed scenic spot, memories appeared on his face again, as if he was thinking about meeting the person in the photo. scene.
Not long after, Mr. Qin continued to walk in a specific direction.
His old life is just like this. Most of it is memories, memories of the past, memories of the past, memories of everything that can be recalled.
As the essence of the Republic of China, he can clearly feel where his upper limit is, but he is not afraid of death.
The death of old friends, the withering of old friends, and now, in this old man's heart, he just wants to do more things before he dies, or watch those little guys take a new path.
"Mr. Qin, wait a moment." A young but calm young voice sounded.
Mr. Qin turned around and saw Wang Xiaoming in a white coat and Li Jun with a serious face walking towards this side.
He nodded kindly to them. This Wang Xiaoming is very smart. If we had him at that time, maybe we wouldn't have failed, right?
"Mr. Qin, Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisp should be very capable of restraining that painting. Bringing him along may be of some use." Wang Xiaoming walked closer and said.
"Let's go." Mr. Qin nodded and said. Of course he could see that the ghost fire restrained the ghost painting, but he couldn't tell it.
Complete non-interference is not just talk. He just ensures that there will be no big trouble before his death. Other things still need to be explored by this generation. Especially this kind of researcher, absolutely cannot Disturb their original train of thought!
Now there were two people walking, and they quickly walked out of the city. This was not because there were no cars, but because Mr. Qin was used to walking.
And he doesn’t walk any slower than a car. This kind of instinctive supernatural power will not shorten his lifespan.
Li Jun behind him had a bit of trouble following him. He had to use the Ghost Domain from time to time, but he didn't dare to ask Mr. Qin to take him with him.
After all, the only answer I can get is to do my own thing.
The old man in front stopped again. Li Jun used his ghost domain to catch up instantly. Looking at the scene ahead, Li Jun felt a sense of pride in his eyes.
The Ancient Great Wall!
This was built entirely by manpower thousands of years ago. How many emperors in the world dare to build something of this magnitude?
But China has the First Emperor!
The look of nostalgia on the face of the old man in front became more intense, and the complex look became more obvious.
Li Jun couldn't understand this feeling, and he couldn't understand it. There seemed to be some joy and some sadness in it, a very complicated expression.
Not staying long, Mr. Qin started walking again, walking towards somewhere on the ancient Great Wall.
Li Jun quickly followed. Although he didn't know why Mr. Qin came here, no matter where a soldier was, there was only one thing he had to do: obey orders!
There are dense woods inside and outside this section of the ancient Great Wall, and even the weeds are taller than a person,
An old man and a young man, one behind the other, did not set foot on the Great Wall, but walked towards the lush old forest.
As the two of them went deeper, Li Jun discovered a shocking fact. In this old forest, a dilapidated Taoist temple actually appeared.
This Taoist temple is really shabby, as if it has gone through a long time, and it even feels like it will collapse at any time.
(This is definitely not something that existed before, but just appeared!)
Li Jun couldn't help but glance at Mr. Qin who had already walked closer. The legacy of the Republic of China was indeed There is more than one, and I can only say that the old man in front of me is the one in the best condition.
"Wait for me here." Mr. Qin turned around and said to Li Jun, and then walked towards the gate of the Taoist temple.
As Mr. Qin approached, the shabby vermilion wooden door of the Taoist temple slowly opened, seeming to welcome his arrival.
As if Mr. Qin had expected it, he walked in without any hesitation.
Bump! The moment Mr. Qin stepped in, the door of the Taoist temple was closed.
The inside is as shabby as the outside, but the strange thing is that the furniture seems not to be affected by time, and is still as new as ever, as if it had just been built.
There are very few furniture in this Taoist temple, only a futon and an altar table. There is nothing on the altar table, as if it is just a decoration.
But there was an old man sitting cross-legged on the futon. He was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand. He just sat there quietly, as if asleep.
Mr. Qin stared at him, the look of nostalgia on his face became more intense, and he felt happy to see an old friend, but he also felt sad that he could be lost at any time.
"Old Taoist priest, long time no see!" A low murmur rang out, breaking the silence that had been quiet here for decades. (End of this chapter)