Strongest Guard

A loud shout burst out from an office in the Qingshan military region.    

Lee Nanfang wanted to snatch the two scrolls from Jinghong Ming and Xie Qingshang, but when he was halfway through, he gave up.    

Facing this bunch of birdmen in front of him.    

Not to mention snatching something from their hands, it was already a miracle that he could keep his underwear.    

It was also at this moment that Lee Nanfang found out where the thief had stolen his family heirloom.    

Speaking of which, Jinghong Ming's group had such a high status, why would they do something like stealing from a junior?    

He knew that once the scroll was in the hands of these people, there would be no possibility of taking it back.    

Lee Nanfang sat on the sofa beside them like a sulking child. He held a cigarette in his mouth and ignored everyone.    

To be honest, even now, he still couldn't figure out what those bunch of birdmen were up to.    

A phone call called him over to the villa in the garden, stripped him of his clothes, checked him out. After finding nothing, he smoked a cigarette, then turned around and went back to the military base.    

From the looks of it, the Xuanyuan Dang must have been stolen.    

He clearly knew that the culprit was Yue Qingke, but he didn't think of arresting him. Instead, he came here to show off his family heirloom in front of him.    

What kind of people were they!    

Lee Nanfang was extremely depressed in his heart.    

Jinghong Ming and the rest looked at each other and laughed together.    

Xie Qingshang asked with great interest, "Lee Nanfang, there are two scrolls here, which one did you say is your family heirloom?"    

"Of course both. I got this censer without ears when I was in Golden Triangle. That censer had three legs and two ears, I fell into the thousand year old ancient tomb two days ago and brought it out with my life on the line. I've worked so hard, yet you guys actually managed to get lucky. "    

Lee Nanfang had nothing to hide from these people in front of him.    

He recounted the entire process of how he obtained the two paintings. The process was extremely arduous, one would definitely feel sad upon hearing it, and one would cry upon hearing it.    

Unfortunately, Jinghong Ming and the others were not touched at all.    

They were interested in everything that Lee Nanfang saw in Xiliang Mountain's thousand year old tomb.    

Especially the will left by Yuen Tiangaang, he seemed to be very clear on all the secrets between the lines.    

All that was left was the last chant and it would reveal the mysterious veil of the Dragonpulse.    

However, Lee Nanfang couldn't continue his sentence anymore.    

No one forced him to continue.    

After knowing the whole process, Jinghong Ming and the others all thought of one possibility.    

It was that heaven had already been decided. Everything needed Lee Nanfang to unravel the mystery.    

The Dragonpulse of Mount Kunlun, the Dragon Eye, and the untraceable Dragonpulse were all related to the nation's destiny.    

However, Lee Nanfang was the only person in the world who was closely related to him, what else was there to doubt?    

It was because Jinghong Ming and the others had seen the Red Number One File that they understood such a top secret.    

In comparison.    

That old man from eight hundred must know more secrets.    

Everyone shifted their gaze from Lee Nanfang to the old man. The meaning in their eyes was very clear. Since things had already progressed to this point, it was time for them to hand over some dry goods.    

Unexpectedly, the old man completely ignored the burning gazes.    

He looked at Lee Nanfang and asked with a smile, "Brat, you said just now that these two scrolls are your family heirloom, how come I don't know about this?"    

"After I got the scroll, I wanted to give it to Mistress. Who knew that I would lose it twice and end up in your hands."    

Lee Nanfang's tone was extremely depressed.    

The smile on the old man's face became even more wretched. "Giving these to your mistress is no different from giving them to me. These two scrolls will be easier to keep for you if they end up in our hands."    

Only the heavens knew how this old man had shamelessly said those words, and had even conveniently placed him and the four Avians on the same side as Long Teng.    

Without waiting for Lee Nanfang's reply, he continued asking, "Tell me, how does your family heirloom work?"    

"How do I use it? Isn't this supposed to be an antique calligraphy and painting?    

Lee Nanfang replied with a question and was immediately filled with curiosity.    

This bunch of old fogeys, they don't have any easy targets.    

If the old man had asked them how to use the scroll, instead of asking them what was the use of it, then it meant that they must have discovered some incredible secret.    

Luckily, the fact that they brought Lee Nanfang here proved that they didn't want to hide anything.    

The old man smiled, turned around and nodded at Lao Xie.    

Xie Qingshang and the rest did not waste any time on words, they directly pulled two bookshelves over and arranged the two scrolls on the left and right opposite of each other.    

Lee Nanfang's curiosity reached its peak when he saw Ye Zichen's posture.    

He hurriedly stood up and stood beside the old man.    

Jinghong Ming reached out his hand and turned off the lights in the room. There was a brief moment of darkness, and then two flashlight lights lit up.    

Two rays of light shot out from the back of the two scrolls.    

After a thin layer of silk refraction, the light finally gathered together.    

A miraculous scene occurred.    

A small, circular object appeared out of thin air where the light source was focused.    

This image was just like the 3D projection technology of modern times, using the combination of light rays to form a predetermined image in the air.    

However, the problem was that he didn't need any high-tech equipment. He just used two flashlights and two scrolls to create a 3D image.    

Lee Nanfang widened his eyes as he stared at the circular light.    

It rotated in the air, its color not changing too strongly, but some patterns could be vaguely seen on it.    

At a certain moment, when the circular shadow turned and faced Lee Nanfang's eyes.    

His heart suddenly leaped to his throat as he screamed in shock, "This is … Xuanyuan Dang!"    

That's right.    

Under the light source's illumination, the two scrolls formed a three-dimensional image of a light and shadow intersection. The object that it revealed was the round plate of jade stone, the Xuanyuan Dang.    

Tonight, why did Jinghong Ming and the others appear at No.38 in the Garden Villa Area?    

It was precisely because after three days of bitter research, they had finally accidentally discovered the connection and secret between the two painting scrolls.    

In front of him, Lee Nanfang had awoken with the word "Xuanyuan Dang" in his special dream.    

This caused Xie Qingshang and the old man to pay special attention to this piece of jade.    

Behind the light source, there were two scrolls shining with brilliant light, revealing the three-dimensional image of the Xuanyuan Dang.    

Jinghong Ming and the rest obviously contacted Yue Zitong at the first possible moment to inquire about the whereabouts of the Xuanyuan Dang.    

With her identity as Supreme Security Office Elder, Yue Zitong had no reason to reject an item that she had asked to borrow.    

In the middle of it all, a certain aunt had used this opportunity to gain some benefits. Let's not talk about it for now.    

Just Jinghong Ming and the others.    

He found out that the Xuanyuan Dang was behind the dressing mirror in Aunt Yue's boudoir, Number 38, of the Flower Garden Villa.    

They rushed over as fast as they could.    

In the end, he was still a step too late.    

The Xuanyuan Dang was gone.    

The first person they suspected was Lee Nanfang.    

This was what happened before.    

As Lee Nanfang listened to Jinghong Ming's simple narration, his two eyes stared fixedly at the three-dimensional image of the piece of Xuanyuan Dang jade. No one knew what he was thinking, but he slowly stepped forward and extended his hand as if he was about to grab the piece of jade.    

Just as he was about to reach the center of the light, the old man suddenly followed and pressed down on his hand.    

"Don't move."    

The old man reminded him softly.    

In the darkness, it was impossible to see what kind of expression he had. Lee Nanfang only saw the old man casually remove the wine gourd that he had carried around his waist and throw it towards the ball of light.    

Then, something even more unbelievable happened.    

When the small wine gourd touched the ball of light, it bounced up, spun in the air, and then landed right above the shadow. It floated in the air and slowly rotated along with the image.    

"Did you see that? This isn't a simple light effect anymore. There is also an aura that no one can detect."    

The old man casually explained as he took out a few other small items and threw them forward.    

The items were all like the wine gourd, floating above the three-dimensional image of the Xuanyuan Dang, as if they were completely unaffected by the gravity and flew up.    

This phenomenon was enough to shock Lee Nanfang speechless.    

However, the old man pulled him back a few steps.    

Jinghong Ming stepped forward and took a deep breath. With a leap, he jumped up to a height of more than a meter and landed directly on top of the ball of light.    

In the blink of an eye, the entire arena was filled with splendor.    

After Lee Nanfang adapted to the dazzling light, he took a closer look and saw Jinghong Ming standing steadily in mid-air.    

His footsteps slowly moved, the Xuanyuan Dang's light slowly rotated under his feet, as if he was walking in the air.    

No one knew how shocked Lee Nanfang was at the moment.    

There was no better way to describe his feelings other than being 'shocked'.    

It was because this was not the first time he had seen someone walk in the sky.    

Could it be …    

Peng, Jinghong Ming jumped down again.    

The lights in the room were turned on by Xie Qingshang. Hu Mietang and Qin Yuguan turned off the flashlight and put away the two scrolls.    

The old man then said, "Let's try to guess."    

The various situations showed that there was definitely more than one such scroll.    

It was not clear what the exact number was.    

However, they had to be a combination. Once they were all collected, something even more miraculous would absolutely happen.    

So far, we know three.    

Aside from the missing Old Lady Lin, who had a incense burner with four feet and two ears, these two are yours.    

In other words, these kinds of things could only be found by you.    

"Brat, now that you know that I said that you had the ability to save the world, I can't be lying to you right?"    

The old man was a person who couldn't speak properly.    

Seemingly sensing the atmosphere in the room, he felt a bit heavy. When he finished speaking, he casually said what he had said to fool Lee Nanfang, in an attempt to ease this kid's mood.    

But this time, the corner of Lee Nanfang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't smile at all.    

After staring blankly for a long time, he finally swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty and asked softly: "Then when we are looking for other scrolls, shouldn't we also be able to find Xuanyuan Dang s and bring them back?"    

Even a fool could tell that there was an inseparable connection between these Portrait of Ladies and the development of the situation.    

Compared to the scrolls that he did not know the number and whereabouts of, the Xuanyuan Dang's whereabouts were very clear.    

However, Jinghong Ming shook his head slightly: "We promised the Yue Clan Elder that we would leave a copy for his branch. Therefore, we will not personally take action on Yue Qingke's side."    

"You guys don't want to go, I'll go."    

"No. You have more important things to do. "    

"What is it?"    

Lee Nanfang asked in shock.    

Jinghong Ming smiled, "Go to Ming Zhu and protect a person."