Soul Painter

Wang Mang.

　　 Gao Fan remembered the black-robed emperor he had encountered on the ancient ice field.

　　 He has checked that from Qin to Han, the Five Virtues Theory has been prosperous. It is said that black belongs to water and is the color of the Emperor Qin. However, the Han Dynasty generally followed the characteristics of the dragon robe of the Qin Dynasty, so it was worn like this.

　　At this moment, by the Charles River, the stars and the moon are sinking in the west. Gao Fan looked at the black cat in his arms, vaguely seeing that it was not a cat, but a black panther standing tall.

　　 Looking at the smashing sound of his back, Ali, wearing a boxer cloak, is moving his body behind him.

　　 Now that everyone is ready, let’s go~

　　 Gao Fan set out again in his own inspiration.

　　……

　　 Weiyang Palace.

　　 back to twenty-eight miles every week.

　　 Taking the power of Longshou Mountain as the platform, you can look down at Chang'an City, and you can look up at Xinghan.

The front hall is fifty meters away from east to west, and the surrounding terraces are forty-three temples. The fragrant wood is the ridge, the apricot wood is the beam and the pillar. The golden pattern on the door is painted by a skilled craftsman. The jade decoration on the facade is decorated with craftsmanship, the windows are blue, and the temple steps The color is red, and the steps are up, and you can see the interval between the wall band made of gold and the jade embellishment. The breeze comes slowly and exquisitely, it is the sound of history that has passed through 2000 years is echoing.

Standing on the vermilion stone steps, Gao Fan broke into the Weiyang Palace, which hadn't existed in the world for a long time, with the attitude of an unfamiliar guest. He looked down at Langyue, less than thirty steps away, and stood at the gate of the palace. The tall figure dressed in a black dragon robe, endless inspiration came to his mind, only to feel that a thousand years of mottled time passed before his eyes, and it was actually crazy for a while.

"who!"

Before the emperor, there were naturally guards.

　　 A few guards in armor immediately unsheathed their swords, and the moonlight reflected on their swords, reflecting a smear of blood. This is a real murder weapon, and it smashed towards Gaofan with the heavy footsteps of the guards.

　　 Facing the sharp blade, Gao Fan didn't move, not because he was shocked, but because he also had a guard.

　　嗷!

The black panther threw out from Gao Fan's side, with sharp claws similar to the size of a human palm, and shining Senhan's sharp hooks, broke into the formation of several guards, and there was a sharp sound of nails. , The sound of gold and iron was combined.

Under the fierce attack of the Panthers, several guards retreated a few steps, but they were also warriors who had been fighting for a long time. They immediately formed an array, used shoulder armor and breastplate to resist the attack of the Panthers, and took the sword in their hands. They formed a sword formation and formed a sharp shield to force the Panthers back.

　　嗷!

　　 The black panther roared to face the sword formation, waiting for an opportunity, but had no chance to take advantage.

　　 At this time, a black figure rushed up from behind Gao Fan so violently, a shield formed by the swords in a punch.

boom!

　　 There was a muffled sound.

The guards were smashed into the sword and shield formation by this sudden punch. Several people staggered back, but immediately stabilized their figures, looking at the strange black human in front of them, and some people smashed into them. Sword yelled: "What a Kunlun slave! What a lot of strength! Come again!"

　　 At this time, the figure of the emperor in the black robe suddenly applauded and laughed: "What a warrior!"

　　 As he said, he stepped down the steps and walked towards Gao Fan.

　　 "Your Majesty, you must be careful, this person is unknown, and he is carrying an alien animal and a Kunlun slave, I am afraid it is an assassin!" A guard stopped the emperor.

　　 "You leave now, let the widow take a good look, this gentleman should be a painter, the widow had known his arrival in a dream." The emperor got closer, and Gao Fan saw his face clearly.

　　 Wang Mang, Wang Mang is a famous ugly in the history books. It is said to be comparable to Cao Cao, but it may be related to the fact that they usurped the throne. The historian deliberately wrote it as ugly.

　　 At this moment, Wang Mang in front of Gao Fan's eyes was not very ugly, he could even be said to be dignified, with a big face and a straight beard. At first glance, he had a firm-willed character that was difficult to influence others.

　　 "Why don't you kneel when you see a widow?" Wang Mang asked.

At this time, in addition to the few guards in front of them, there were already a team of guards walking quickly from all sides of the palace. The sound of the armor flapping like a shower, the sound of drawing swords one after another, without a few breaths, Gao Fan has been surrounded by iron. In a barrel-like siege.

　　 "Sorry, we didn't have this habit in our time~" Gao Fan looked around, not too nervous.

　　 "Where are you from? As a subject, how dare you see the king not kneel?" Wang Mang asked strangely.

"It's an era when the people are the masters. Emperors like you have been moved away with the other two mountains." Gao Fan said, "Let's go straight to the topic. You stand there obediently and let me draw a portrait of you. Okay? After all, people have misunderstood you for two thousand years and thought you were terribly ugly. I will justify your name and not charge you any money, how great."

　　 "Bold!"

　　As soon as Gao Fan said this, several guards shouted.

　　 "Kneel down!"

　　 is angry again.

　　 "Wait, you said you are from two thousand years later?" Wang Mang said, the guards kept silent, only his loud and hoarse voice was left in the world.

　　 It is true that Wang Mang is said to be ‘loud and hissing’ in the history books.

　　 "Yes." Gao Fan nodded.

　　 "Two thousand years later, is the widow's New Deal still there?" Wang Mang asked.

　　 "Your New Deal is to equalize acres, change the currency system, and change official names?" the prince asked.

"Yes, all the land in the world is changed to Wang Tian, ​​granted to the people, rested with the people, and slaves and maids are also changed to the state. They must not kill themselves, raise people, change the currency system, collect mountains and rivers, and return salt and iron to the state, and use the national treasury. From then on, The world rises to peace, the country is peaceful!" Wang Mang said loudly.

　　 His voice echoed under the moonlight of Weiyang Palace, as if making a sound that did not belong to this era.

"It doesn't have to be two thousand years, only sixteen years." Gao Fan came to see Wang Mang, he naturally checked the history. He said, "In sixteen years, your New Deal has aroused anger and resentment~www.readwn.com~ Finally, the soldiers rushed to you. In Weiyang Palace, you died in the midst of insurgent soldiers, your body was incomplete, and you didn’t even know who had your head cut off. Then you recite the infamy for two thousand years, and there is a poem specifically about you, do you want to listen..."

　　 "Nonsense!" Of course Wang Mang didn't want to listen. He was furious, "Kill him!"

　　 "Hey...?" Gao Fan looked at the sword blades pressed from all directions, only feeling that his mouth was too owed.

　　……

　　 offline.

　　 Fortunately, it can be offline in time.

After 　　 went offline, Gao Fan vomited a mouthful of blood.

　　 But before Anna came, he wiped off the blood, or Anna would grab him to the hospital again.

　　 God kept licking his feet there, and walked a little lame, as if he was injured.

　　 Ali has no entity, only a soul, but it doesn't matter, just looking at it, the color is faded a lot.

　　 After all, one cat, one person, one ghost against nearly a thousand armored guards, this is really difficult.

　　 and...

　　 "I don't want to expose the short-term curse, in front of Wang Mang, said that his short-lived dynasty is not looking for death..." Gao Fan muttered.

　　 But it was also Wang Mang's self-respecting tone that made Gao Fan unhappy.

　　 Can't beat...

　　 Gao Fan pondered.

　　Wang Mang’s guards consisted of thousands of people, and he was still an ancient peak cold weapon warrior who had been on the battlefield for a long time. I don’t know if I can draw a Gatson for Ali. Otherwise, it’s hard to get it by just hard work...