Strongest Guard

A little fellow who looked like he was half a year old actually used the armrest of the crib to help himself up with an unknown amount of strength.    

    

He stretched out a small hand and gently touched Lee Nanfang's neck.    

    

He was so frightened that he thought he had met a ghost.    

    

Whether you mean it or not, you should apologize for scaring people.    

    

Since you're young and can't speak, there's no need to apologize.    

    

Lord Jack has a lot of them, and if he stares at you, it's over.    

    

However, what did that brat mean by opening his mouth and putting on a crying expression? In the end, who was bullying who? Could he still speak some reason?    

    

Lee Nanfang clearly remembered.    

    

Just now, it was Qin Loongyu's shout that scared all the children in the ward to tears, leading to the scene of Dean Qin exterminating his relatives.    

    

Now, in order to avoid the reporters, he ran into the ward. It was already a violation of the hospital's rules.    

    

If you make another one cry, no, not one.    

    

There were more than ten cribs in this ward, all of them being the sleeping Little Infant. If all of them were to start a ruckus and cause a huge commotion, the people in the hospital would not collectively beat him to death.    

    

"Brother, don't cry, don't cry. You win, okay? F * ck, I don't have any use for words, do I? "Alright, sorry!"    

    

Seeing that the kid could not even hold back his tears, Lee Nanfang made a decision. He rushed forward and covered the little guy's mouth with his hand.    

    

The weeping that was about to break out suddenly stopped.    

    

At least they didn't cause too much trouble.    

    

However, when he looked down, he was so scared that he trembled.    

    

The kid rolled his eyes, looking like he was suffocating.    

    

What a joke!    

    

I just met you, okay?    

    

Lee Nanfang didn't have the mood to complain anymore, so he just let it go.    

    

There was no way to stay here any longer. Even if he was squeezed to death by the reporters outside, it was still better than getting beaten to death by the hospital staff and a bunch of kids here.    

    

He turned around and grabbed the handle to the door. Just as he was about to rush out, he couldn't help but look back.    

    

It was this glance that completely scared off his soul.    

    

The kid couldn't stand up straight in the crib. He sat down on the bed and opened his mouth.    

    

And then —    

    

"Wow!"    

    

He cried loudly.    

    

An ear-piercing howl resounded through the entire ward. The child, who was originally quiet on the bed, was awakened by the sound of the cry.    

    

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A wave of sobs swept over them.    

    

Lee Nanfang did not dare to stay any longer, he opened the door and rushed outside.    

    

The door opened.    

    

He went out.    

    

However, the sound of his weeping could be heard from outside the room as he opened the door.    

    

The entire ward was instantly filled with the sound of crying as countless doctors and nurses rushed out from other wards.    

    

Lee Nanfang, who was standing by the door, was caught red-handed.    

    

There was no place to hide.    

    

"Who is this person?" Who let him in? Throw him out for me! "    

    

Dean Qin, who was rushing at the front, looked up and saw a stranger. The anger in his eyes almost burned Lee Nanfang into ashes.    

    

The two young doctors stepped forward, took Lee Nanfang's arm and walked outside.    

    

Alright.    

    

There was no need to say anything else.    

    

It was all due to bad luck, who could they blame for this?    

    

Lee Nanfang was thrown out of the ward without any resistance.    

    

Peng! He fell to the ground. It was as if …    

    

The sound of the teacup on the table.    

    

Outside General Hospital of Mingzhu, in a room on the second floor of the teahouse.    

    

Elder Liu Chengji Liu from Flame Valley stood by the window and looked towards the entrance of the hospital not far away. He turned his head and looked into the house and laughed: "Heh, another batch of reporters have come. "Say, why do you think this hospital is so lively?"    

    

He had asked.    

    

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him.    

    

Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, but who could have such a big heart like this old fogey?    

    

Jinghong Ming looked at the tea cup on the table and sighed, "Everyone, we now know the truth.    

    

Since they were sitting together, let's have a frank and open chat.    

    

Then, there was nothing to say.    

    

I, Jinghong Ming, am also the director of Supreme Security Office, so what I want to say now is also the meaning of a country.    

    

Since the incident with the Yin Dragonpulse till now.    

    

The principle that the state has always adhered to is stability.    

    

A disturbance like the Shule Ancient City could not happen in any other place.    

    

Whether it was Flame Valley, or the troubles that Fructus had encountered, or the private grudges of other people.    

    

We will not actively interfere, but it will affect the stability of society.    

    

Therefore, regardless of whether the legend of the Dragonpulse was true or not, it had to be closely monitored by the political power.    

    

Even if we don't have the Dragonpulse, everything that has to do with Lee Nanfang must be settled under the condition that we cooperate and trust each other.    

    

The crux of the problem now was an … no, a set of antique calligraphy and painting scrolls.    

    

Let's start with this and get to the bottom of this.    

    

Currently, a total of six scrolls were known to him.    

    

Three of them are already under our tight control.    

    

The rest, either missing or in the hands of the rebels, or — well, thrown into the sea.    

    

Based on our research and investigation, it has already been confirmed.    

    

The scroll was the key to finding the Dragonpulse.    

    

At the same time, the scroll was inextricably linked to Lee Nanfang.    

    

Finding these things is a must.    

    

But the point is, we need to know how many of these amazing things are in there, and where they are.    

    

All of you are people of the people.    

    

I believe that everyone knows much more than us, right? "    

    

Jinghong Ming's words broke the silent atmosphere in the room.    

    

He looked around in the blink of an eye, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces.    

    

Before he could come to a stop, he heard a light cough.    

    

"Cough, let me say a few words."    

    

This voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.    

    

It was none other than the descendant of the Yuan clan, who lived in seclusion in Qingshan's Xiliang Mountain Valley.    

    

While at Xiliang Mountain, this descendant of the Yuan clan kicked Lee Nanfang into the pond, then floated away.    

    

At that time, the Longteng Force in charge of protecting the entire Xiliang Mountain had discovered his traces.    

    

However, no one followed him.    

    

It was because the highest commander in charge of this mission, Jinghong Ming, had sent the only important person who could chat with such an otherworldly expert — the Demon King of the Soaring Dragon, Hu Mietang.    

    

Why did Hu Laoer come into contact with this descendant of the Yuan family, and what did they talk about?    

    

That's not important.    

    

The most important thing was, Hu Laoer used his special method and successfully made this otherworldly expert into a source of support.    

    

The two of them arrived at Ming Zhu at the same time.    

    

It was also this morning that he had coincidentally bumped into Elder Fang of Fructus.    

    

At the critical moment, the three of them would act together and become an important force in Yang Xiao's rescue.    

    

Now he took the initiative to speak.    

    

Of course, Jinghong Ming and Hu Mietang were happy to see this kind of situation.    

    

One had to know, the most accurate information they had about the "Yin Dragonpulse" was from Lee Nanfang's report.    

    

All that Lee Nanfang knew was from the thousand year old tomb of Xiliang Mountain Yuen Tiangaang.    

    

There were some things that kid couldn't explain.    

    

As a descendant of Yuen Tiangaang, the Yuan family should at least be able to say one or two things.    

    

He cupped his hands towards the crowd with a smile and said softly, "This old man is Yuan Ke, an idle person."    

    

I can sit here and talk to you about what's on my mind.    

    

Or perhaps it was more about talking about secrets, and it was a great honor.    

    

I am not a genius, Sui Tang Yuan Family Ancestral Sky Ancestral Ancestor 60 generations of Profound Sons, only because of ancestors' virtue did I have the chance to know some special things, to tell about it later, to let everyone hear about it.    

    

Whether or not you believe me is up to you. "    

    

The moment this old Daoist Yuan Ke forced out such a big pile of useless blabbering, the surrounding people were so anxious that they wished they could knock his head off and see what was hidden inside.    

    

Who cares if we believe you or not!    

    

Old Daoist Yuan looked at those hungry for knowledge and smiled. He then looked at Jinghong Ming.    

    

"Director-general Jinghong, you have a good question to ask at the end. How many of those mysterious Portrait of Ladies scrolls were there? I think it should be nine portions. "    

    

"Nine? "Why?"    

    

"Since ancient times, China has been known to have an extreme of nine. This saying has existed since the ancient times when Pangu created the world. Does everyone know this?"    

    

Old Daoist Yuan once again said a sentence without wasting any time.    

    

Pangu had established Heaven and Earth. The universe stretched for ninety thousand kilometers, and the land itself was ninety thousand kilometers thick.    

    

He had told this story a long time ago.    

    

There was no point in talking too much.    

    

The key was —    

    

"Nine is the absolute number, it's just a guess.    

    

The key that really helped me confirm this number was the two scrolls Mr. Hu Mietang showed me previously.    

    

A painting is the same.    

    

There was no need to talk about magical places, all he had to do was talk about the differences between the paintings.    

    

All on the censer.    

    

That's right, isn't it? "    

    

Nonsense!    

    

Of course.    

    

Even a blind person could tell that the biggest difference between the scrolls was the Bronze Incense Furnace.    

    

Elder Yuan said that he was still trying to keep him in suspense even after half a day. Was he really not afraid that the others would pry open his skull?    

    

"Cough cough, everyone.    

    

Incense stoves could be seen everywhere.    

    

However, everyone should also know that the original body of the incense burner was actually the cauldron.    

    

In Chinese culture, there are legends about cauldrons. Which one is the most widespread, and which one is related to the position of ruler in the Central Plains? "    

    

Elder Yuan's question finally attracted the attention of the surrounding people.    

    

Jinghong Ming blurted out without thinking, "King Yu's Nine Cauldrons?"    

    

"That's right, it's King Yu's Nine Cauldrons."    

    

The nine cauldrons were synonymous with China. It was also the symbol of the monarchy and the prosperity of a nation.    

    

The Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties were regarded as the heirloom treasures of the national power.    

    

During the Warring States period, Qin and Chu both went to the Zhou Royal City to ask for a cauldron.    

    

During the time of Zhou Xian Wang, the nine cauldrons were not under the water from the Sishui.    

    

The future emperor placed great importance on the symbol of power and significance of the nine cauldrons. He had also repeatedly remade the nine cauldrons. Wu Zetian and Song Huizong had also forged the nine cauldrons.    

    

According to legend, in the first year of the Xia Dynasty, the Xia King, Yu the Great, divided the world into nine prefectures.    

    

The Nine Prefectures' prefecture overseer would contribute bronze, forge nine cauldrons, and symbolize the Nine Prefectures. The nation's famous mountains and rivers would be engraved with nine cauldrons. One cauldron would symbolize the Nine Prefectures, and the nine cauldrons would be gathered in the Xia Dynasty's capital.    

    

What was written above was an official history book that had been passed down since ancient times.    

    

However, what Old Daoist Yuan wanted to say was, "From generation to generation, my Yuan Family has been passed down. There is a legend about the nine cauldrons.    

    

The Yuan Family Ancestor and the Ninth Cauldron of King Yu had had a certain amount of fortuitous encounters with each other, which was why all of these things happened in the future.    

    

It's still the same old saying. Now that I've said it, everyone, listen carefully.    

    

Whether you believe it or not, it's all up to you.    

    

However, if everyone believed him, especially Director-general Jinghong.    

    

Please speak a few words for me, and don't let all that I, the descendants of Yuan Family, have done for our country disappear like the dust that filled the sky.    

    

"Please, Mr. Hu Mietang, Hu, don't forget our agreement."    

    

Even a fool could see that Old Daoist Yuan was someone with a story.    

    

Jinghong Ming nodded solemnly. "You can just tell me, I'll believe you!"