Chapter 51 Jianzhen's Handwriting

Amid the smoke, Fang Lin pulled down a piece of curtain to cover his mouth and nose, but the pungent smell still penetrated his nose strongly. Emerson coughed loudly and his face turned purple. Fang Lin punched the fixed interrogation chair he was sitting on. The backs of the interrogation chairs were connected to the wall. More than a dozen screw heads suddenly twisted and jumped out of the wall. . Amidst the flying dust, Fang Lin had already stepped on the interrogation chair. Using brute force and skill, he rotated Emerson and the chair out of the room!

The chair was originally made of steel, but when it slid over the bloody flesh outside, thick white smoke emitted from the chair's legs, as if they had been soaked in sulfuric acid. The corrosive power was so terrifying! Although Emerson can still complete the mission even if he dies, obviously the merit points obtained by bringing him back alive will undoubtedly be higher.

The licker's body was still undergoing slight explosions, and many small insects with soft bodies jumped out of it, jumping and rolling on the ground. Fang Lin flicked his fingers, and a strange shield of blue flames immediately appeared around Emerson. Although it only lasted less than 10 seconds, it was enough to protect him from these bugs. As soon as the insect hit the fire shield, it immediately turned into smoke like a moth flying into the flame.

Fang Lin turned his head to look at the wall where Emerson was imprisoned, and then turned his eyes downward. There was a scroll of paintings scattered on the ground. It seemed that when he and the Thunderer teamed up to shoot down the plane, the violent vibration caused the painting to fall.

But Fang Lin did not reach out for it immediately. Instead, he gently patted the mahogany desk next to him, causing the huge thing to burn instantly. Then he pushed the mahogany desk forward flatly. , when he was about to approach the painting, he suddenly clenched his left hand, which was also burning with blue flames!

With a "boom", the mahogany desk exploded. In an instant, the whole room was filled with azure destructive flames. Only the scroll of painting was safe and sound under Fang Lin's deliberate protection!

The space on the plane is inherently small, and here is a hidden secret room. The flames are really pervasive and burning in all directions. After lighting everything that could be ignited around him, Fang Lin showed a cold smile on his face:

"Still not coming out?"

From the wreckage of the mahogany desk, four or five strange black shadows the size of fists suddenly flew out. They looked like bats covered with black fur and their eyes were red. It's like sucking too much human blood. There were several small jars hanging under the claws of these bats, which contained purple-black liquid. When they saw Fang Lin, they flew towards Fang Lin with a sharp howl as if they had seen an enemy. Fang Lin showed a gentle and harmless smile on his face, but he stretched out his left hand and pointed it forward.

The blue flames hit the bulkhead next to it like waves crashing on the shore, burning all the tapestry decorations. Then with the help of the power of backlash, he rolled up and pounced! It eroded the bodies of those four or five groups of bats!

Suddenly, the bodies of these bats also burned with light blue flames, making a "piper" sound, and turned into blazing fire balls. The small jars under their paws were incinerated by the flames and turned into liquid substances bit by bit, dripping on the floor. Purple-black smoke emerged, and was instantly purified by the flames.

But those bats are still particularly ferocious. Still brazenly spinning and charging towards them, Fang Lin looked on calmly, with a sarcastic look in his eyes. The fire balls formed by the bats were constantly being eroded in the air, and their flying speed became slower and slower. Finally, they were less than half a mile away from Fang Lin. When he was on the ground, a large ball of blazing blue flames suddenly appeared on his body, and he fell to the floor with a snap. Turned into ashes.

After Fang Lin continued to "wash" the room thoroughly with his own flames, he extinguished the flames and calmly picked up the scroll. When I opened it, I saw that the surface of the painting was quite dirty and old, but above it was an ink landscape with a vast sky and a peak standing proudly in the misty rain, rising out of the world and trying to pierce the sky.

On the peak next to it, there is a warrior wielding a long sword, which seems to be cutting through the sky. The ink stains reveal a strong sense of resentment and unyielding. The whole painting is perfectly matched with the antiquity of the fan. Interactive reflection!

There are seven or eight vague inscriptions next to them, some are simple and simple, some are clever and lively, some are solid and vigorous, or some are domineering. They bring out the character of the person who wrote the pen to the fullest. Although Fang Lin is not familiar with the painting. I am very proficient, but I know in my heart that just based on these inscriptions, this fan is also very valuable. (Note: The inscription does not necessarily have to write your own name, for example, you can write: a name that will last forever, in heaven and on earth, etc.).

But the clearest signature is two words:

Authenticate!

A Buddhist monk from the Tang Dynasty in China. He is the successor of the Nanshan Sect of the Lu Sect. Founder of rb Buddhist Vinaya Sect, famous medical scientist and calligrapher. The Japanese people call Jianzhen "the balance of balance". It means that his achievements are enough to represent the cultural roof (meaning peak) of the Tianping era. He is revered as the first ancestor of RBC Law Sect. In 756, Emperor Koken appointed him as the Great Monk Capital to manage monks and Buddhist affairs in Japan. Later, he built Tang Zhaoti Temple and expanded the influence of Buddhism by popularizing knowledge and establishing a temple to provide relief to the common people. He also founded one of the six southern sects of Buddhism in Japan. The Divinity Sect continued its cause of promoting Buddhism. Tangzhaoti Temple soon became a Buddhist holy place in Japan, and in the real world, it still lasts for a long time!

Jianzhen tried a total of six times when he traveled eastward to Japan, and was blinded on the fifth time. How he painted this painting has become a mystery. It is likely that he used the legendary "mind's eye" ".

It can be inferred from this that the value of this painting can be imagined!

Fang Lin nodded slightly, knowing that it should be this thing. He looked at the samurai in the painting wielding his sword towards the sky. His movements were vigorous and agile, and his movements seemed so wild that he could cut through the sky. That kind of calmness that was soothing and domineering... that kind of elegant and yet Without losing the rhythm of violence. Suddenly, Fang Lin was reminded of a scene from a movie he saw in the real world:

In the Young and Dangerous series, the villain played by Zhang Yaoyang was listening to the Blue Danube (well, I may have remembered wrongly, but it was a world-famous piano music) on an mp3 player (player?), nodding nervously while dragging the victim from ten to ten. Throw it upstairs...

He picked up the hanging scroll of the painting and went out. The blood stains of the Lickers all over the floor did not cause any trouble to Fang Lin. A blazing blue flame was already burning under his feet. Those highly corrosive liquids did not cause him any trouble. Fang Lin walked out step by step with fire marks. Lin Yinxiu, who was waiting outside, had already started to contact him:

"Aluf's troops have already returned with their elite troops. They will be here in twenty minutes at most."

Fang Lin replied that he knew it, so he placed the hanging scroll in the public space of the KOF contract and strode out. As soon as he got off the plane, he saw the untied Emerson, eating Master Kong crispy noodles, drinking Wahaha mineral water, and holding two pieces of delicious ham between his fingers as if he had been reincarnated from starvation. Intestine, after eating, he sighed happily and took a ride on Route 56, which was as gloomy as a poisonous snake.

"Brother, do you have a cigarette? Take one and smoke it."

No. 56 was stunned, but still took out a pack of Hiltons from his arms. Just as he was about to open it, Emerson had already taken the pack of cigarettes, skillfully pulled out a cigarette, and then ran to Fang Lin and snapped his fingers. , said in a stinging voice:

"Dude, fire."

Looking at the situation, Fang Lin realized that if he could really get out a lighter, the wrought iron would definitely be corrupted. He smiled slightly and said:

"I need fire, but I don't have a lighter."

"Then let it be a fire, and it will be a fire." Emerson said impatiently. This guy is neither smoke nor fire, a perfect example of a white wolf with empty hands.

Fang Lin rubbed his fingers and blew, and a ball of blue flame popped up on the tip of his index finger. Emerson was stunned, but he still shamelessly held the cigarette in his mouth and moved forward to block the wind with his hand. Fang Lin smiled slightly. , blue flame With a puff, the whole cigarette was burned to ashes in an instant. Emerson was stunned and still kept the gesture of borrowing the fire. When the wind blew, the ashes scattered, leaving only a neat piece in Emerson's mouth. filter...

"I only have this kind of fire." Fang Lin smiled enthusiastically: "If you feel it's not suitable, you can go see him."

The person Fang Lin was talking about was naturally Lei Zhe. Lei Zhe said with a gloomy face:

"I never smoke."

A bolt of lightning was released and struck in front of Emerson who was about to step forward. The guy could only laugh. Suddenly, a shriveled and thin man emerged from behind Fang Lin, with two big yellow teeth exposed, and said with a bright smile:

"Sir, do you want to be angry?"

The wheel of history turns slowly, intertwining the trajectories of these two legendary figures... Emerson, a white wolf with nothing to show for it, met the hairy goose (well, you read that right, and I didn't fight either) What a poignant and heroic story will happen if the craftsman makes a mistake).