Chapter 339

Seeing the picture scroll taken out by Fang Lin, Han Luoyun's eyes were confused.

Seeing this, Fang Lin didn't speak, but silently spread out the scroll.

When the painting was spread out, Han Luoyun's face was still full of doubts, obviously he didn't know the origin of the painting.

Seeing Han Luoyun's expression, Fang Lin was immediately disappointed, but he asked commonsense: "master, do you know the origin of this painting? I found it in the treasure house."

Hearing this, Han Luoyun frowned slightly: "found it in the treasure house? Why don't I remember there is such a picture in the treasure house?"

Fang Linton is speechless. Are you such a patriarch? I don't even know what's in my treasure house.

In fact, Han Luoyun is not to blame. This painting is basically blocked by the Shen Long ding on weekdays. Unless the Shen Long Ding is removed, it cannot be seen at all.

Although Han Luoyun has been to the Dizi treasure house many times and is clear about everything there, he really has no impression of this painting.

"This painting seems a little old, but I know nothing about it." Han Luoyun shook his head and said.

Fang Lin sighed slightly. Although he had been prepared for it, he was still disappointed. After all, it was about his mother. Fang Lin still hoped to get some useful clues from Han Luoyun.

As Fang Lin was about to put away the scroll, Han Luoyun laughed and said, "although I don't know, there may be others in the sect who know."

Fang Linton came to hope and asked, "I hope the master can help me ask."

Han Luoyun said strangely, "this painting is very important to you?"

Fang Lin pursed his lips. "For disciples, this painting is more important than my life."

Hearing the speech, Han Luoyun understood that Fang Lin rarely said things so seriously. It seems that this painting is indeed a very important thing for Fang Lin.

At present, Han Luoyun took out the jade slips of communication, and he didn't know who he was communicating with.

Fang Lin was not in a hurry and stood aside patiently waiting.

After a while, Han Luoyun said, "I asked my martial uncle. He said he didn't know very well. He wanted to ask the elder in the sect."

Fang Lin's mouth twitched slightly. Han Luoyun's martial uncle, that seniority is very high, absolutely too high-level.

But even Han Luoyun's martial uncle didn't know. He had to ask the elder, how old should this elder be?

After a while, Han Luoyun seemed to get the news, picked up the messenger jade slip and paused, with a flash of surprise and surprise on his face.

"What's the matter, master?" Fang Lin hurriedly asked.

Han Luoyun frowned, "my martial uncle's master, that is, my martial uncle, although he knows something, he doesn't know it very well. He went to ask a patriarch."

Fang Lin was stunned, and then looked at Han Luoyun strangely.

Han Luoyun's expression was also very embarrassed. He touched his nose and smiled bitterly.

Fang Lin had to doubt that Han Da's patriarch was showing off the details of Zixia sect with himself? It's both martial uncle and martial uncle. Now it's a patriarch. What's this? Are you kidding me?

However, Fang Lin still waited silently. Maybe the patriarch knew something about the scroll painting.

After waiting for half an hour, Han Luoyun came the news, but after listening, his expression became strange again.

Fang Lin joked, "did the elder grandparent go to ask his master?"

Han Luoyun stared at Fang Lin, and then coughed, "the ancestor of the sect is too old, and his memory is a little vague. Go to consult the ancient books inherited by Zixia sect, and there should be some clues."

Fang Lin was speechless. After talking for a long time, he still had no clue. He had no choice but to wait.

After waiting for a while, news finally came from Han Luoyun.

However, Fang Lin had no expectations, but looked up at Han Luoyun.

Han Luoyun, with deep surprise on his face, put down the messenger jade slips, looked at Fang Lin and said, "the old ancestor has consulted ancient books and knows the origin of this painting."

"What?" As soon as Fang Lin heard this, he immediately came to the spirit and hurriedly asked.

Han Luoyun said slowly, "this painting seems to have been put into the Zixia treasure house by our ancestors of Zixia sect. It has been handed down for thousands of years. Now, basically no one knows the origin of this painting."

Hearing this, Fang Lin was shocked: "is the ancestor of kaipai the person in the painting?"

Han Luoyun shook his head: "although the ancestor of the kaipai sect of Zixia sect is also a woman, he is not the person in the words. The ancestor of the kaipai sect left a portrait in the ancestral hall, which is completely different from the woman's back on this scroll."

Fang Lin still didn't give up: "do you know the relationship between the ancestors of kaipai and the people in this painting?"

Han Luoyun shook his head. "According to my ancestors, the records in ancient books are not exhaustive. There is no word left about the origin of this woman."

Fang linleng stayed in place and said for a long time, only knowing that the scroll was put into the treasure house by the ancestors of Zixia sect, but he still knew nothing about the real origin of the painting.

"You don't have to lose heart. Although the origin of this painting is mysterious and unknown, since this painting was found by you, maybe it was destined." Han Luoyun comforted, and he could see that Fang Lin was very disappointed at the moment.

Fang Lin smiled bitterly and nodded. This is the portrait of his mother Bai Qingxue. Although there is little hope, he still wants to do everything possible to find out the secret of this picture.

Put away the scroll, Fang Lin was about to leave, but Han Luoyun stopped Fang Lin.

"You haven't been rewarded for the medicine sect before. I'll give you this ancient Scripture." Han Luoyun said and handed Fang Lin the Shanggu Dan Sutra won from Gong Wuliang's bet.

Fang Lin was in a bad mood. After receiving the Dan Sutra and thanking him, he left.

Han Luoyun looked at Fang Lin's leaving figure and fell into meditation.

In fact, he received more than that. According to the old ancestor, this scroll was once worshipped by kaipai ancestors.

"What does this painting have to do with this boy?" Han Luoyun said secretly in his heart.

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Fang Lin returned to his residence, sat on a bamboo chair and lay down with his eyes closed for a while.

There is still no progress in the secret of the painting. After all, the painting is too old. Relying on some ancient books alone, there is no useful clue.

However, Fang Lin was not too tangled. Since this painting was obtained by himself, Fang Lin must know more one day.

At that moment, Fang Lin calmed his mood and casually flipped the Sutra that was put aside.

Originally, Fang Lin was not interested in this sutra, but this time, he found that this sutra was somewhat unusual.