Incomprehensible understanding: from green snake to eternal dragon

Chapter 17 Half-Saint Portrait
  "By the way, what is the origin of the Dark Palace?"

This was the first time Jiang Lin heard the name Andian. He immediately looked at Xie Qingyao and asked her

Dark Palace, just by hearing this name, you know it is definitely not a good thing.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Not only is the Dark Palace not a good thing, it is also an evil organization that the world hates.

"I don't know much about Andian. No, probably everyone doesn't know much about him."

"We don't know their specific origins or when they appeared."

"It was only tens of thousands of years ago that they assassinated a quasi-emperor and became famous. Then they began to continuously assassinate high-ranking officials and powerful people."

"They even slaughter small countries and plunder resources and skills."

"In just a few thousand years, the world has fallen into chaos."

"Later, because the top forces took action to suppress it, the situation gradually stabilized."

"However, their home base has never been clear."

Xie Qingyao spoke slowly, with some fear in his eyes.

Mainly assassination, ruthless means and powerful.

I don’t know where I came from, I don’t know where I’m from, everything is unknown.

Who is not afraid of such an enemy?
  "This time we killed the people from the Dark Palace and hindered their affairs. I'm afraid we have to be careful in the future." After hearing this, Jiang Lin's face became a little more solemn and he said in a deep voice.

As Xie Qingyao said, I'm afraid they will be targeted by the Dark Palace from now on.

"Ah."

"Let's look for the Zhantian fragments first. I'm also curious about the Zhantian Emperor." Xie Qingyao said.

Her voice was calm, and she seemed not to be afraid of the dark palace.

But it is.

As a saint of Qingyun Holy Land, she naturally has many life-saving means.

"Where are the fragments of the war sky?" Regarding the fragments of the war sky, Jiang Linshe also had a look of curiosity in his eyes and murmured.

His figure slowly coiled up into a ball, and his eyes kept scanning the ruins of Shanshui Sect, searching for anything suspicious.

Xie Qingyao walked into the Shanshui Sect with her legs raised.

Wherever he passed, blood flowed all over the ground, which was shocking.

Her steps became more determined.

There were corpses everywhere, and every few steps they took, they could see a corpse.

Their eyes were wide open, with various expressions of resentment, anger, and despair blending together and gathering together, as if frozen.

Xie Qingyao walked forward silently until she reached the main hall of Shanshui Sect, and her eyes just stopped in the main hall.

In the main hall, the broken statue fell to the ground, and there was blood flowing on the surrounding floor.

"Here is a painting."

Jiang Lin turned his head and focused his gaze on the side wall. Under the side wall, there was a huge picture that fell to the ground.

Xie Qingyao heard this.

Step forward and pick up the picture.

Only then did she realize that the painting was indeed very large, several meters long and wide.

You can't see the whole picture when you hold it in your hand.

Only by hanging it on the wall can you get a full view of it.

It was a man, wearing armor, riding a war horse, holding a spear, majestic and full of domineering, like the master of heaven and earth.

He was holding a spear, and there, he exuded a mighty aura, as if the collapse of the world was not enough to shake him.

Even though it is just a portrait, it still carries an indescribable majesty and momentum.

"It really looks like an emperor!"

Jiang Lin couldn't help but sigh.

"A portrait of a semi-saint. There is a hint of saintly energy in the portrait."

"Like a holy weapon, it can be used for attack and defense."

"It's a pity that the spirituality of this portrait is too weak, and it has been of no use for a long time." Xie Qingyao said softly, with a trace of regret in her eyes.

"Half Saint? I didn't expect that this small Shanshui Sect would actually produce a Half Saint."

"But it's a pity that the years have changed and the glory of the past is gone now."

Xie Qingyao shook her head, feeling a little confused.

[Ding, you looked at the portrait of the Half-Saint, gained some insights, and realized the will of the gun +1%]

"Ok?"

Jiang Lin looked at the portrait, and a system prompt sounded in his mind.

At the same time, insights about marksmanship emerged.

"This half-saint's portrait is actually a treasure?" Jiang Lin was stunned for a moment, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

Of course, it was just a treasure to him.

If it were left in the hands of others, it might not be of much use.

With a sparkle in his eyes, he got down from Xie Qingyao's shoulders and squatted next to the scroll, studying it carefully.

Xie Qingyao didn't say anything when she saw Jiang Lin was so interested in the painting.

He just walked aside silently, searching for clues about the Zhantian fragments.

[Ding, you looked at the portrait of the Half-Saint, gained some insights, and realized the will of the gun +1%]

[Ding, you looked at the portrait of the Half-Saint, gained some insights, and realized the will of the gun +1%]

……

[Ding, you looked at the portrait of the Half-Saint, gained some insights, and realized the will of the gun +1%]

[Ding, you looked at the portrait of the Half-Saint and gained some insights, realizing the will of the spear! 】

I don't know how long has passed.

Like a sculpture, Jiang Lin, who had been looking at the portrait, suddenly had countless mysteries in his mind.

A stinging sensation hit him, causing him to curl up, his body trembling violently, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes closed tightly, and his teeth clenched.

It was obvious that he was suffering from some kind of pain.

In his mind, a ghost image of a spear seemed to appear, waving in the air, every move, showing its ingenuity, simplicity and beauty.

Gun intent!

This is the highest state of marksmanship - the artistic conception of the gun.

"Huh." After a long time, Jiang Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes bursting with bright light.

The whole person exudes a sharp edge.

"The Will of the Gun!"

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Jiang Lin, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Lin curled up and kept shaking. This made Xie Qingyao's heart tighten, and she quickly walked to his side and asked.

"fine!"

Jiang Lin still had an excited look on his face at this moment.

"However, I may know where the Zhantian fragments are."

A pair of snake eyes stared closely at the portrait on the wall, and said to Xie Qingyao with a firm gaze.

Just now, when he was comprehending the meaning of the gun in the portrait, he accidentally discovered the little secret in the portrait.

"Ok?"

"Do you know where the Zhantian fragments are hidden?" Feng Mei raised her eyebrows, and Xie Qingyao looked at Jiang Lindao in surprise.

"Yes, the thing is in this portrait. I really didn't expect it to be hidden in it."

Jiang Lin nodded, his eyes flashing, and he said
  The portrait is hung on the wall, with one person and one snake looking at it silently.

After Xie Qingyao heard Jiang Lin's words, she also observed carefully.

His eyes fell on the painting, and a trace of spiritual power was released, seeping into the painting, and began to investigate.

(End of this chapter)