5208. Chapter 5208: A Trip to a Foreign Land 94
In that calligraphy and painting, the mountains and rivers are intertwined, the clouds are misty, and it is so beautiful. In the lower right corner of the calligraphy and painting, there are four small characters written, "Cangshan Erhai". Liu Yiyi saw him looking at the calligraphy and painting in a daze, and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"
Leng Xuan walked quickly to the calligraphy and painting and asked, "Do you know where the painting is?" Hearing this, Liu Yiyi and Yan Kuangsheng looked at each other and shook their heads in unison. have no idea. Seeing this, Leng Xuan simply took off the calligraphy and painting, then turned around and walked out.
After returning to the school, Leng Xuan found Yan Cangming, then presented the calligraphy and painting in front of him and asked: "Brother Yan, do you recognize this calligraphy and painting?" Yan Cangming looked at it carefully and said thoughtfully: " I seem to have an impression. Where did you find it?" Leng Xuan replied, "In the old house where Yan Kuangsheng lives." Hearing this, Yan Cangming called Liu Quan and asked in a low voice. Then, he turned to Leng Xuan and said: "The old house where Yan Kuangsheng lives was once occupied by my uncle. Later, my uncle went into seclusion for hundreds of years, and the old house became empty. This time, because there were too many guests, We have moved most of the things in the old house out, and only a few calligraphy and paintings are hung as decorations. As for the calligraphy and painting in your hand, they were made by my uncle himself. Therefore, except for himself, no one knows the meaning of his painting." Leng Xuan couldn't wait to ask: "Then where is your uncle?" Yan Cangming shrugged and said, "He is still in retreat. I don’t know when it will come out.”
Hearing this, the hope in Leng Xuan's heart suddenly turned into disappointment. He shook his head helplessly. He finally found some clues, but couldn't go any further. This was really depressing. After bidding farewell to Yan Cangming, Leng Xuan returned to the room alone. He placed the calligraphy and painting on the wooden table, looking at the sea of clouds and mountains above with burning eyes, his face full of contemplation. However, after a long time, he could not find any valuable clues from the calligraphy and painting. Sighing, Leng Xuan slowly raised his head, only to see that night had fallen outside. He shook his head and smiled bitterly. He was so focused on studying the calligraphy and painting that he forgot the time. At that moment, he put away the calligraphy and painting and walked out. Because tomorrow is the day when the Yan family's ceremony will be held. After tomorrow, the Yan family will enter the world again. This is definitely a big event for the foreign cultivation world. Perhaps, the birth of the Yan family will change the current pattern of the foreign cultivation world. Therefore, tonight, the Yan family specially held a celebration, and all the guests would attend. Leng Xuan naturally received the notice from Yan Cangming. Looking at the time, the celebration was about to begin.
Walking on the road, Leng Xuan looked into the distance and saw the school in Tianpu City, which was brightly lit. Even though it was hundreds of meters away, the noise could still be heard. Just as he was about to approach the school, a small sound suddenly came from his ears. The sound was like someone wailing in pain. This made Leng Xuan's heart skip a beat. He looked around and saw a row of storefronts on both sides of him. These stores were all run by residents of Tianpu City. He raised his ears and listened carefully for a moment, but he did not hear the same voice.