There were originally many other portraits on the wall, but the one Hua Shi saw was facing this side, and he would see it immediately as long as he pushed the door.
After seeing that portrait, Hua Shi could no longer pay attention to other portraits.
"Who is this?" Hua Shi only had eyes for the person in the portrait. He didn't even realize that he had slowly opened the door and walked towards the portrait. He murmured, clearly asking Fang Wei in his soul, "Who is he?"
Fang Wei: “…”
If he hadn't seen Hua Shi walking into this room, he would have almost forgotten that there was a portrait of himself in this abandoned altar. By the time he remembered, it was too late to stop Hua Shi from entering the room. Now he could only be thankful that he had always worn a mask when he was the evil master, and no one knew what Fang Wei, the evil master, looked like, so there was no record of his appearance in the martial arts world.
At least in this way, Hua Shi should not associate the person in the portrait with the leader of evil.
Fang Wei did not respond to Hua Shi's words, but Hua Shi still kept all his eyes on the portrait. He had already come to the front of the portrait, his expression was a little dazed, as if he was immersed in some emotion. He raised his hand to touch the person in the painting, but the painting on the wall had already experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, the paper was slightly yellowed, and it was obviously fragile. Hua Shi recalled this at the last moment and quickly retracted his fingertips, thus preventing the portrait from being completely destroyed by himself.
Seeing that the portrait was still hanging on the wall intact, Hua Shi breathed a sigh of relief. It was only then that he finally noticed that there were a few words on the lower left side of the portrait.
Willow frost.
Hua Shi's gaze remained on these three words for a long time. He recited the name softly, without realizing that his voice was much softer than usual, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
Fang Wei didn't understand why he had so many reactions to a painting, even if the person in the painting was himself. He observed Hua Shi's movements and finally couldn't help but ask, "Host?"
Hua Shi blinked, as if he was awakened by Fang Wei's voice. His eyes were filled with unspeakable emotions, and he couldn't help but boast to the other party: "His name is Liu Qishuang."
Fang Wei: “…”
Of course he knew the name; after all, he had used it for a long time.
But now that Hua Shi said this name, Fang Wei couldn't help but feel a little strange.
Before he could even say anything, Hua Shi raised the corners of his lips and said again: "He's really good-looking, isn't he?"
Fang Wei: “…”
He is too embarrassed to do such a thing as praising himself for his good looks.
Hua Shi didn't notice Fang Wei's awkwardness at all. He then began to look at the portrait and the other furnishings around it. However, compared to his absent-minded state not long ago, he had now completely recovered his normal appearance. Based on the furnishings in the room, he quickly made his own judgment: "This looks like an important place, right? On the way here, I heard from several servants that Ningshan was the place where the masters of the Spiritual Dao of all generations were located a thousand years ago, so I think this should be the main altar of the Spiritual Dao a thousand years ago?"
Hua Shi’s guess was not wrong, so Fang Wei did not say anything. He was a little frightened, worried that Hua Shi would figure out the clues from the past.
But then Hua Shi's guess went in an outrageous direction. Fang Wei only heard Hua Shi say: "In addition to Liu Qishuang's painting, there are a total of ten portraits hanging in this room. Although there are men and women among them, everyone's appearance is very outstanding. The best-looking person among this group of people is of course Liu Qishuang, and he happens to be in the center of the room. I think I have figured out what these portraits in this room represent..."
When Fang Wei heard this, she couldn't help but want to interrupt Hua Shi and stop him from thinking any further, so as to prevent him from inadvertently discovering the truth.
But before Fang Wei could speak again, Hua Shi quickly stated his own speculation: "So the portraits on the wall of this room actually represent the beauties from all over the world selected by Ling Dao back then! And the one whose portrait is hung in the center of the room is obviously the most beautiful woman in the world!"
After stating his speculation, Hua Shi's eyebrows flew up, and he said in a brisk tone: "System, are you right?"
Fang Wei: “…”
He didn't know what to say.
After listening to the whole process of Hua Shi's reasoning, he really doubted whether there was something wrong in the middle, which led Hua Shi to come to such a conclusion in the end.
Although the portraits in this room are all good-looking, that's only because he was still young in the past and felt that it would be more pleasant to do things if he was surrounded by good-looking people, so when selecting people, he chose those with better looks.
He could never have imagined that a thousand years later, he would be misunderstood like this.
However, even so, Fang Wei had no way to explain. Rather than letting Hua Shi know the truth, Fang Wei felt that it would be better to let Hua Shi continue to misunderstand.
Hua Shi did not hear Fang Wei's response. He just thought that his speculation had been tacitly accepted by the system. He was in a very good mood, and he felt even better when looking at the painting of Liu Qishuang on the wall. He had already briefly forgotten the purpose of coming to Ningshan, and could not help but turn around in front of the portrait: "I have never seen such a good-looking person, and this is only in the portrait. I don't know why I have a hunch that this portrait should not be able to depict all of his charm. He must be several times more handsome in person than in the portrait."
Fang Wei has now fallen into silence. Although people have always commented on his appearance since a long time ago, hearing these words coming out of Hua Shi's mouth makes him feel even more uncomfortable for some reason.
He simply blocked out Hua Shi's voice for a short while, and while he was in the underground cave, he withdrew most of his energy that had been focused on the spiritual consciousness that was following Hua Shi.
In the underground cave, Hua Shi, who had been sitting in the cave as if in a trance, opened his eyes.
The huge eye opposite him seemed to sense his movement, and its pupils moved slightly, with a scarlet light flowing in them, as if it was a little surprised why Fang Wei's ears suddenly turned red.
Fang Wei looked into the eyes, and after returning to the underground and being silent with the monster in the abyss for a moment, he finally changed his mind. Compared with the monster in the abyss, it was probably more interesting to listen to Hua Shi talking.
Fang Wei adjusted his mood briefly, closed his eyes again, and focused his attention on that wisp of spiritual consciousness again.
After coming back, Fang Wei found that Hua Shi was still in the same room, searching for something else in the room, as if he wanted to find some clues. Needless to say, Hua Shi's purpose must be to find clues related to "Liu Qishuang" in the painting.
Fang Wei no longer remembered whether there were any clues in this room that would reveal the truth. In order to prevent Hua Shi from continuing to search, he had to say, "Host, please go to the destination as soon as possible and find the token."
Hua Shi had already gotten used to Fang Wei's silence. When he suddenly heard the system speak, he couldn't help but laugh: "So you were listening to me."
"Don't worry about finding the token. I'll be there soon." Hua Shi continued to look for it, and then asked with difficulty hiding his joy: "You said that this Young Master Liu Qishuang, is he still alive? I heard that people who practice cultivation can live for thousands of years without aging, and the higher the level of cultivation, the longer they live. This Young Master Liu is so handsome, his cultivation must be not low, he must still be alive in this world, right..."
Fang Wei felt the need to put an end to his imagination, so before he could continue to daydream, he said at the right time: "Liu Qishuang is dead."
Hua Shi's unfinished words got stuck in his throat. His movements suddenly stopped, and even his eyes froze for a while. After a long while, as if he had digested Fang Wei's words, he finally asked in a low voice, "How did he die?"
Fang Wei didn't understand why Hua Shi had such a big reaction. To this man, "Liu Qishuang" was just someone he had seen in a portrait. There was a full thousand years between the two of them. Why would Hua Shi care so much about this "ancient person" from a thousand years ago?
He was silent for a moment, and responded to Hua Shi's question: "According to the records, the evil master Fang Wei led the demons to attack the Ningshan Spiritual Sect headquarters. Liu Qishuang and dozens of other masters defended the place to the death, and were seriously injured. Later, they were killed by Fang Wei."
Hua Shi listened to Fang Wei's words in silence. When he heard the last two words, he clenched his hands slightly, and many complex emotions appeared in his eyes.
Fang Wei stopped talking after saying these words. The information he said could not be considered completely false, because in the truth believed by everyone in Lingdao and in the later records of Lingdao, "Liu Qishuang" did die at the hands of Fang Wei, and he only told Hua Shi about these things.
Hua Shi was silent for a long time. Fang Wei knew the character of this young master. He was timid and afraid of things, liked to be lazy and often procrastinated. If he had become interested in Liu Qishuang's appearance after seeing the portrait on the wall, then after hearing that Liu Qishuang died at the hands of Fang Wei, he would certainly not dare to have any other ideas.
However, what Fang Wei did not expect was that when he looked carefully at Hua Shi's situation, he discovered that this young master looked up at the portrait on the wall for a long time, his eyes were slightly red, and his fists hanging at his sides were clenched tightly.
Fang Wei couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "Host?"
When Hua Shi heard the voice of the system, his eyes trembled and finally he looked away and said "hmm" in a dull voice.
Fang Wei hesitated, not knowing whether to continue asking, but Hua Shi had already smiled bitterly and said to himself, "Perhaps you don't believe it. I don't know why, but when I walked into the room and saw the portrait of this man, it was as if something was pulling me and I couldn't take my eyes off him."
At this point, Hua Shi's tone was doubtful, but what he said was affirmative: "I think... I'm a little in love with him."
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