"One hundred and thirty-six years of the Qin Dynasty!"

Shen Changqing’s eyes flickered.

He had never heard of the Luotan layman, but the date on which it was signed proved that it was an ancient artifact of a very old age.

 The current time is the 382nd year of the Qin Dynasty.

 Between the two.

 The difference in history is more than 200 years.

 A copybook that has existed for more than 200 years has a lot of value in it.

 Although for most people, old signatures are of little use, there are always some people who will pursue them.

certainly.

 All the prerequisites are that this Luotan layman must be a person with a good reputation.

To be honest.

 Shen Changqing is very unfamiliar with this name.

But he also knows his own affairs.

Although I know Chinese characters, I am only at the stage of literacy. I am not considered a scholar at all, and I don’t know anything about the literary world of Qin Dynasty.

 Looked at the calligraphy twice.

 Shen Changqing came to another portrait again.

 The painting shows a scene of mountains, which looks lifelike and quite eye-catching.

 When signing the payment below.

 The above information also attracted his attention.

 Written by Luotan Jushi in the 136th year of the Qin Dynasty.

 “It’s the 136th year of the Qin Dynasty again!” Shen Changqing raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was another item of some age.

soon.

 He looked through all the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the lobby.

 Without exception.

 The signing dates above are all in the 136th year of the Qin Dynasty.

If one or two pieces is a coincidence, then it is very unusual that the calligraphy and painting in the house are all from the Qin Dynasty for more than a hundred years.

Shen Changqing's face couldn't help but become solemn, and he immediately walked to the table.

There is an unfinished calligraphy sheet there, the ink is still wet, obviously it was written not long ago.

 Beside the signature, there is also a signature.

 But the difference is that the writing on the signature has been completed, but the ink is still a little wet, so it is set aside.

His eyes fell directly on the bottom when he looked at the signature.

 Written by Luotan Jushi in the 136th year of the Qin Dynasty.

 The moment he saw that word, Shen Changqing felt that his breathing slowed down a few beats.

at this time.

 A calm voice sounded in the silent lobby.

 “What is Brother Shen looking at?”

 The sudden sound made Shen Changqing's body tremble, and goosebumps appeared all over his body involuntarily.

But he did not respond immediately. Instead, he suppressed his inner restlessness and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Just in time to see Mo Zijin, holding a bowl in his hand, standing not far away.

“I’m feeling itchy for the next moment, so I just wanted to take a look at Brother Mo’s calligraphy.”

"I see."

Mo Zijin did not doubt that he was there and placed the bowl on the empty space in the corner of the table.

“Brother Shen also specializes in calligraphy?”

“I am just a martial artist. I am not very proficient in calligraphy and calligraphy. I am just a little curious.” Shen Changqing forced a smile on his face and shook his head.

 At the same time, great doubts arose in my heart.

Everything in the lobby was unusual, but looking at Mo Zijin in front of him, he couldn't detect anything unusual.

 If it is evil.

 It's impossible to get so close that no evil aura leaked out.

 In this situation, there are only two possibilities.

First.

 The Mo Zijin in front of me is a normal person.

As for the second one, the opponent is indeed a demon, but his level is much higher than I thought.

 Only in this way can one stand in front of him without being aware of the evil aura leaking out.

 Compare the two.

 Shen Changqing is more willing to believe that the other party is the former.

 Nothing else.

He is already a warrior in the innate Waigang realm, and there is no way to completely hide the evil aura in front of him with the resentment-level monsters.

Even if it is a evil-level monster, Shen Changqing thinks it is unlikely.

Moreover.

 At present, there are guardian envoys in every government. If such a powerful evil really appeared in the territory of Daqin, how could the Demon Suppressing Division not do anything at all?

 After all, no matter what the Demon Suppression Division is, it is still an organization that protects Da Qin.

If there are powerful evil spirits mixed in without knowing it, what qualifications does the Demon Suppressor have to protect the Qin Dynasty?

 At that time.

 Da Qin may be conquered by demons and evil spirits over most of its territory.

Shen Changqing did not believe that there could be an evil spirit so powerful that it could sneak in without alerting the Demon Suppressor.

Although I don’t believe it in my heart.

 But he also became somewhat wary of Mo Zijin.

 “Brother Shen is joking.”

Mo Zijin shook his head and smiled carelessly.

Then he pointed to the bowl on the table and spoke.

"The house is simple and shabby, and there is nothing to eat now. Xiaosheng cooked something to warm the stomach. I hope Brother Shen won't dislike it."

 “Brother Mo, you’re welcome.”

Shen Changqing looked at the dark things in the bowl, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

 Don't say that he discovered something was wrong with Mo Zijin. Even if he didn't, he wouldn't eat what others gave him randomly.

Last time Zhang Long was attacked by poisonous cakes, it was because of his strong Qi that he didn't get hit.

Everything in this yard is weird now. If you drink something from the bowl, you might end up in the other party's hands.

 Looking away from the bowl, Shen Changqing casually distanced himself from Mo Zijin and sat back down.

“Speaking of which, I’m a little curious as to when did Brother Mo start to want to obtain academic status again?”

“Since Brother Shen is curious, Xiaosheng has nothing to hide.”

Mo Zijin didn't pay much attention to Shen Changqing's rejection of his kindness. He also returned to his position.

Looking at the flickering lights, my eyes seemed to have some memories.

“Brother Shen should know that a plague broke out in Guangyuan Prefecture a few years ago, and many people died. Many doctors died of the plague. Since then, I have understood that doctors are not omnipotent.

There is no way out for studying medicine after all, and it is even more extravagant to hope for a glorious career.

 So Xiaosheng made up his mind to re-take the exam, hoping to be on the list one day and be satisfied."

 Guangyuan Mansion, plague!

Shen Changqing frowned.

 In his memory, he could not remember when the plague appeared in Guangyuan Prefecture.

To know.
To be continued...