Before going up to the seventh floor, Hua Shi had thought about all possible situations.
This includes the possibility that there might be some secret treasure hidden here that the people of Xuanqing Continent are fighting for, or something that cannot be seen by others, or there might really be a person hidden inside, for example, the Xuan Shuzhi who appeared in front of him now was a fake, and the real Xuan Shuzhi had been hidden in the attic from beginning to end, enduring humiliation and so on...
Unfortunately, reality cannot keep up with Hua Shi’s rich imagination. When Hua Shi walked up to this floor, he found that there didn’t seem to be much difference between this place and the previous six floors.
It was still just ordinary furnishings and decorations, and looked ordinary without any special features, no treasures or people hidden inside. The furnishings here looked like a simple study room, with a huge bookshelf next to the desk and chair, filled with old books of unknown types, and one of the compartments was filled with letters.
But judging from the yellowing of the paper used for the letters, they must have been written a long time ago.
Apart from these, what Hua Shi was also concerned about was the dagger handle placed on the table.
The dagger was completely black and wrapped in gray cloth. There was nothing particularly eye-catching about its appearance, but for some reason Hua Shi felt that he could not take his eyes off the dagger.
"What is that? Is it also a heavenly grade magic weapon?" Hua Shi was curious and couldn't help but ask the system in his mind.
At this time, Fang Wei was certain that the force that attracted him here just now was exactly this dagger. This dagger was even very familiar to him, because he had once taken it out of an ancient tomb and finally gave it to someone else as a reward.
But the person he gave the gift to was not Xuan Shuzhi, but Yi Zhan.
Fang Wei was not curious about why Yi Zhan's dagger was in Xuan Shuzhi's place, but what made him surprised at this moment was why this dagger had spirituality?
You know, it is not impossible for a weapon to have spirituality, but it is extremely difficult. All spiritual objects in the world must have exceeded the heavenly level, but the dagger in front of me is clearly not a heavenly level magic weapon...
Fang Wei had many questions in his mind, but he couldn't respond to Hua Shi's question. He briefly shifted his attention away from the dagger, and finally realized that there seemed to be something behind the screen in the room. He then said, "Go inside and take a look."
Hua Shi had hesitated and didn't dare to come up before, but now that he was already here, he naturally wanted to take a good look, so he didn't hesitate at all this time, and quickly walked around the screen to see the scene inside clearly.
Behind the screen there was a soft couch, some ordinary tables, chairs, vases and other things, and outside of these, there was a painting hanging on the snow-white wall.
A painting that takes up half of the wall.
There are mountains, water and many people in the painting. One of the figures is just a back view. He is standing on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, wearing a black robe, and seems to be looking into the distance.
A little closer, two men were playing chess with chess pieces, their brows furrowed, neither of them willing to give in.
On the grass on the other side, three people were drinking together. The heroic woman in red was laughing heartily with the jar of wine in her hand, the indifferent boy frowned and stared at her unhappily, and the older man sat helplessly beside them, watching the two of them fighting.
There was also a tall, pale man holding a fan and laughing under a tree in the corner. Another man in a green shirt with a loose robe and a loose belt was sitting on the tree behind him, holding a flute in his hand and playing music in the wind.
Hua Shi couldn't hear what tune the music was, but for some reason, he was staring at the painting in a trance, immersed in it unconsciously, and seemed to be able to feel the melodious and light sound of the flute.
"This is……"
Hua Shi raised his hand to touch the painting in front of him, but what his fingertips touched was not the drawing paper, but the cold wall.
Hua Shi was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized something was wrong. He turned around and looked around, then he realized that the thing in front of him was not a painting, but a scene projected by an object on the bookshelf against the wall.
That's why this painting looks so different. Every person in the painting looks lifelike, as if the scene is happening right in front of you.
However, Hua Shi was not curious about the treasure that could project images at this moment. He was more concerned about the people in the painting. Although he didn't know how long the scene in the painting had passed, he had seen many people in the painting.
Hua Shi couldn't tell who the figure with his back to the crowd was, but among the people drinking, the most conspicuous young man in black was clearly Lu Yao from the past, and the man standing under the tree holding a fan was the current leader of the evil way, Ji Yan, and the two people sitting nearby playing chess were his master Xuan Shuzhi and the current master of Poxue Zhai, Yi Zhan.
Seeing Xuan Shuzhi and Yi Zhan sitting together playing chess, although they both frowned slightly as if they were worried about the game, there was clearly a smile in their eyes, a smile that they would only have for people they were close to.
My own master is actually playing chess with Master Poxue so intimately?
When Hua Shi saw this scene, he could hardly believe his eyes. He had heard from Zhou Li about the feud between his master and Master Poxue Zhai since he was not yet a disciple. It was said that the two were almost incompatible. As long as Master Poxue Zhai was there, Xuan Shuzhi would never go there, and as long as Xuan Shuzhi was there, Master Poxue Zhai would definitely avoid him.
Neither of them wanted to see the other. Although no one knew what kind of hatred there was between the two, they had never met each other in the nearly one thousand years since the establishment of Poxuezhai and Xuanling Pavilion, and their enemies were like water and fire when they fought each other from a distance.
Hua Shi even heard at the Spirit Transformation Conference that the two men fought for three days and three nights, and finally saw them fighting inside the conference venue with his own eyes.
Even the fact that he entered Xuanling Pavilion and became Xuan Shuzhi's disciple was the result of the competition between these two people.
Until Hua Shi became Xuan Shuzhi's disciple, when he occasionally mentioned the Master of Poxue Zhai during practice, Xuan Shuzhi would grit his teeth and warn Hua Shi that Xuanling Pavilion and Poxue Zhai were irreconcilable, and if he met the Master of Poxue Zhai again in the future, even if he could not defeat him, he must never give him a good face.
These two people who fought each other to the death every day and neither of them was willing to let the other go, actually used to be close friends who could sit together and chat and play chess. This fact was a huge shock to Hua Shi.
Hua Shi exclaimed in disbelief at the painting, and couldn't help asking the system questions in his heart. However, he didn't notice that the system had not responded to him for a long time.
Fang Wei was also looking at the picture projected by the magic weapon.
That was a scene that existed in his memory, and everyone in the painting was extremely familiar to him. However, he did not expect that Xuan Shuzhi had always kept this "painting" and treasured it on the seventh floor of Lingge, not allowing anyone to see or touch it.
Xuan Shuzhi was a man of great scheming, and was considered the most difficult to deal with by the evil people in the past. He would never reveal his true thoughts in front of others. Who would have thought that there was such a soft spot hidden deep in his heart.
Fang Wei was touched and remained silent. Hua Shi stared at the person in the painting for a long time, but couldn't help but shout out: "This person, this person seems to be wearing a mask! Is he the former evil master Fang Wei?"
Hua Shi finally realized the man's identity, pointed at the man with his back turned and asked the system.
Fang Wei naturally recognized him, but he did not respond to Hua Shi, because at this moment, someone walked slowly towards him from outside the room.
"I've been waiting in the room for a long time, but you didn't come over. I was worried that something might have happened to you. But when I heard the noise and looked over, I found my good disciple here peeking at my things." Xuan Shuzhi had come to the screen in the room without him noticing. He was half leaning against the wall and chuckling at Hua Shi.
He looked normal, but his eyes seemed to contain many emotions that Hua Shi could not understand.
Hua Shi felt a chill down his spine. He quickly stood up and turned around, forcing a smile at Xuan Shuzhi: "Master, Master."
Xuan Shuzhi raised his eyebrows and glanced at the scene in front of Hua Shi, and whispered, "Did you see it?"
Before Hua Shi could respond, Xuan Shuzhi repeated for some reason: "You saw it too?"
Not understanding why the master would ask such a simple question twice, Hua Shi was a little confused, but still nodded and said, "I see."
Hua Shi didn't understand what Xuan Shuzhi meant, but Fang Wei, who was in Hua Shi's body, knew very well that Xuan Shuzhi's later words were not asking Hua Shi, but asking him.
Xuan Shuzhi had already guessed that he had some kind of connection with Hua Shi during the past six months. Although he seemed unable to determine in what form he was helping Hua Shi, he could guess that he must be able to see what Hua Shi saw.
Xuan Shuzhi suppressed his smile, raised his hand and flicked his sleeve to put away the projected magic weapon. The painting disappeared instantly, leaving only an ordinary snow-white wall.
Hua Shi recalled the scene in the painting just now, and seemed to be hesitant to speak: "Master..."
"I came to you because I wanted to give you something, but it's just right that you're here." He seemed to have regained his usual demeanor. He turned around and took out a few talismans from the bookshelf and threw them to Hua Shi, then lazily leaned back against the cabinet: "Take this talisman. The formation that Liu Qishuang set up in the Frost Forest Valley back then really had no flaws, but no one knows whether it will fall into disrepair after so many years. This thing can stabilize the formation. If you find something wrong when you go to the Frost Forest Valley, you can use this talisman to repair the formation. I think you shouldn't encounter any problems."
When Hua Shi heard this, he immediately put the talisman away, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Xuan Shuzhi smiled at him and then reminded him, "By the way, I remember Lu Yao and Ji Yuan also gave you two good things before. You should take them with you. Maybe they will be useful to you."
Hua Shi immediately became alert when he heard this: "So this trip is really dangerous, right?"
Xuan Shuzhi smiled unhappily and said, "Just in case, understand?"
When the two of them talked about this, Xuan Shuzhi suddenly stopped talking, as if he was sensing something with his spiritual power. After a moment, he waved his sleeves and said to Hua Shi, "Don't bother me here. Zhou Li is here to see you. Hurry up and get ready to leave."
Hua Shi quickly responded and turned to walk downstairs, but before going downstairs he couldn't help but look back at the situation in the room.
Xuan Shuzhi lowered his eyes and took out the yellowed letter paper from the bookshelf. He lowered his head and opened it carefully, seeming to be concentrating on reading the contents of the letter.
The wall beside him suddenly became empty without the projected image, and he was alone in the shadow of the room.
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