"In ancient times, many famous or meritorious civil and military figures not only left their names in history, but also hired painters to paint their life stories. However, paintings cannot be preserved like written words, which can be passed down orally. Over time, even the best paintings will disappear if not carefully preserved."
The morning sun slants in from the window, the breeze caresses the curtains, the shadows sway gently in the light spots, and on the brown desk, an old man makes a cup of good tea, watches the screen sliding with his fingertips, lowers his glasses, and looks at the details of the picture on it.
The steam from the strong tea drifted across the table, where a man and a woman were sitting side by side, listening to the old man's words. The woman glanced at the man next to her, then took up the conversation and asked:
"So, Director Wang, is what's on the mural true? After all, there really is that kind of monster in Qixia Mountain. Just one wing is huge. Fortunately, at that time, it just warned us and didn't attack us too much."
"real?"
The old man behind the table was stunned for a moment, raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and waved his hand: "It's fake. The life stories of characters are often exaggerated and embellished. After all, they are left for future generations to admire. No one knows what happened at the time. Look at the first picture!"
Over there, Afeng and Yulin leaned forward and looked at the picture the old man was pointing at. It was a young scholar sitting in front of the window reading classics.
The old man smiled at them, organized his words, and explained: "How can a young man who studies be able to kill demons and monsters in the end? And finally achieve enlightenment and ascend to heaven? Immortals are myths passed down by our ancestors, and should not be taken seriously. However, if the scholar killed some alienated creatures, it would be somewhat true."
"But that monster is real too?" Yulin sat back up with some faith, smoothed her long hair, and became even more confused.
"Also, Director Wang, you just mentioned the scholar... In the previous mission recorder, since you mentioned that, the figure is more and more like a scholar."
"Hehehe... You little girl, you only know how to imagine." The old man smiled and tapped her with his hand. He took off his glasses and changed from a pedant to a serious person. With a smile on his face, he continued, "It makes sense to say it's a monster, but how can a person live so long? Wouldn't that make him a demon?"
After that, he stood up and waved his hand, "You are all tired after the mission, go back and rest. The matter of Qixia Mountain has come to an end. Other colleagues there will take over and take care of the aftermath. As for the monster you mentioned, just ignore it."
Seeing the two people hesitant to talk, the old man walked over to the man and woman, put his arm around their shoulders, patted them gently, and pointed to the window opposite, where the figures of the three were reflected.
His graying beard trembled as his lips moved, and he lowered his voice into the ears of the two men.
"We've warned Z6 Lab before not to provoke them, and they won't do anything rash. I think there was an agreement before, so the matter has been settled. Don't do anything rash without permission. Okay, let's stop here, get out."
The old man patted them on the back, watched the door close again, the smile on his face gradually faded, he went back to sit behind his desk, opened the drawer and took out the yellow paper bag, took out the USB drive inside and plugged it into the computer, then sent out the clip of the blurry figure he saw in Qixia Mountain.
He typed: "Send to Z6 Analysis Department."
After pressing the enter key, he leaned back in his chair, looked at the steaming teacup, and suddenly smiled and shook his head.
"How could there be gods in this world... What a crazy thought."
The sound was isolated in the room. In the corridor outside, the woman codenamed Yulin looked back at the noisy office. Her male companion nudged her with his elbow and said, "Don't think too much. We are all adults. Director Wang just said it bluntly. This matter is over. Don't take it too seriously and investigate it. It will make everyone look bad."
"I know."
The woman nodded, exhaled, retracted her gaze and forced a smile at the man, then went downstairs together, went to the changing room in the back hall, took off her uniform, put it in the safe, took out a normal company uniform and put it on, faced the mirror at the back, put on some makeup, tied her long hair behind her head, blinked playfully, closed the cabinet door, walked in high heels, hung a work badge with the name 'Liu Qingyue' on it, and went out through another door. The moment the door opened, the voices of people and cars surrounded her ears, and it became noisy.
People were coming and going around, carrying briefcases, holding documents and talking on the phone. Yulin looked around, walked into the crowd generously, came to the parking lot, found her car, drove out of the office building, and merged into the passing traffic on the street.
Soon, we stopped downstairs of a residential area and entered an old apartment building. The moment we opened the door, a small figure came running over quickly, opened his arms and threw himself into our arms, rubbing his cheek against his arms.
"Sister, why did you just come back?"
Liu Qingyue pinched the tender face in her arms, squatted down, held the little girl's fair face and couldn't help kissing her, "Sister has to work the night shift tonight, but you, why haven't you gone to school yet, it's almost eight o'clock."
"I didn't go to school because today is Saturday and I don't have time to study." The little girl tapped the girl's forehead with her hand. Seeing how tired she looked, she broke free from her hand and waved her hand, "You go to bed. I've already had breakfast."
"Well, then be good and do your homework at home, then watch TV, and wake up your sister at noon."
After patting the little girl's head, Liu Qingyue returned to her room, slammed the door, took off her high heels, threw herself into the bed, hugged the fragrant bedding, and was so tired that she didn't even want to take a shower.
Listening to the sound of reading coming from the living room, the woman lay down for a while, then thought of the word "book". She suddenly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. She subconsciously took out her cell phone and somehow found the backup of the cave murals. Looking at the life stories of the scholars on them, she forgot about sleepiness and gradually became absorbed in reading.
'… If he were real, what would he look like? Is he really a god?'
The woman was thinking as the sunlight coming in through the window gradually rose between the clouds, shone over the bustling city, and went to another city in the west. In the bustling and noisy urban village in the suburbs, shouting and cursing could be heard incessantly. Among the passers-by, two blurry figures walked up the stairs one after the other and pushed open the dilapidated door.
An unpleasant musty smell wafted into his nose. The scholar, who had closed the door, raised his wide sleeves to sweep away the musty smell. A breeze, carrying the musty smell, opened the window and flew outside.
The Toad Taoist opened the small door of the bookshelf compartment and slid down the rope. As soon as he landed, he jumped to the coffee table with the clatter of his flippers, grabbed the remote control on it, and impatiently turned on the TV. He changed into a comfortable position and watched the various TV screens with relish.
The old donkey jumped onto the sofa, rolled over and crawled down on all fours, shaking his long ears and watching with the toad. Seeing that the two of them were more adaptable than himself, Lu Liangsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed that the master asked him to stay a little longer for the new things in this world.
'Since you are staying here temporarily...'
The scholar looked around the room. The stove was in a mess, bottles and jars were scattered everywhere, and there were unwashed pots and bowls piled up there. Flies were flying around. The long dining table was piled with red, green and colorful bags. When he touched it with his fingertips, it was all dust.
'… It's better to clean it up.'
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, made a finger gesture and a flash of magic light appeared, and shouted softly: "Command the ghost!" A gust of wind blew in through the window, fell to the ground and dissipated. Lu Liangsheng was stunned, he didn't even see a ghost on the ground.
Uh... There's not even a ghost within a hundred miles
Toad, who was peeling peanuts on the coffee table, threw a peanut to the old donkey behind him, cast a glance at him, jumped off the coffee table, sighed, shook his head, walked past his apprentice, entered the study over there, and after a moment, dragged out a book.
"No ghost, then use the same magic, get some of the little people inside to clean up, come and watch TV with me, the people inside are acting quite interesting."
In here
Lu Liangsheng picked up the book that his master had thrown on the ground. It was filled with colorful pictures of women in strange costumes. He turned a page and saw the word "maid". He did not recognize the rest of the characters, so they were probably not from Middle-earth.
"It's probably a foreign language. This woman is also from a foreign country, but her clothes are too revealing. Is this kind of clothing popular in their country?"
She took a look, raised her sleeves and flicked them, golden air swirled on the ground, gradually revealing a pair of long legs in black over-the-knee socks, extending upwards to a black short skirt that only covered the middle of the thighs, and an apron hanging on her back with her arms naked. Her pretty face looked at the figure in front of her with a dull expression, she mechanically saluted, suddenly squatted down, reached out to Lu Liangsheng's lower body, and opened her red lips.
The sudden incident frightened the scholar so much that he took a step back and quickly raised his finger to point. The maid leaned back, as if she had changed her mind, stood up, and went to clean the house in silence.
"The first reaction of this foreign woman is actually about matters between men and women?" Lu Liangsheng was stunned by what happened just now, and looked at the book in his hand again in confusion.
"Or is there something wrong with my spellcasting?"