Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 23 Star and Moon Cold

In the early hours of the morning, the last quarter moon at the end of September was hanging in the sky, with the moon facing east.

At the end of the month, there was only one waning moon, but after the drizzle this evening, the brilliance of the stars and the moon was exceptionally clear. Even the weather in Guangzhou finally made people feel a little cool in the second half of the night.

Dimon Seymour was sitting in the yard arranged for him by the General's Mansion, with a piece of gauze pasted on his nose, which made his handsome face look a little funny, but his eyes had calmed down.

Failure was not the first time in his life.

In fact, most of the British nobles in this era still retain the custom of letting the younger generation join the army. Compared with those Eight Banners nobles who live in corruption, the education they carry out can be said to have gone to the other extreme.

So there are rumors that after a tragic battle, the most dead are even groups such as young British officers.

Growing up in such an environment, Dimon Seymour has experienced far more pain and setbacks than outsiders imagined, in exchange for the attention of the elders.

It's just that the experience of the past few years has built up his inflated self-confidence, so that when he is hit again, he will behave like a gaffe.

Things have to start a few years ago.

Dimon Seymour's uncle was the first commander of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces. After the battle of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, he searched for a huge amount of cultural wealth in the Far East and brought it back to England.

When Dimon Seymour was an adult, he was allowed to enter the family's inventory, randomly selected a few collections as his own gift, and accidentally discovered an ancient painting that had not been properly kept.

In the picture scroll, there is another residual picture hidden. After Dimon Seymour looked at the ghostly creature on the residual picture, a strange cold current swept over his body and mind. Frost covered the residual picture and shattered it. into powder.

He was shocked by the ancient magic scene that was sung in the epic, and after quickly confirming that he had no adverse reactions, and instead received some kind of "blessing", he immediately decided to hide this matter and took away the Scroll of ancient paintings.

After that, in the name of his love for Far Eastern culture, he visited many scholars with outstanding reputation in this field, and inquired about various ancient books looted by British nobles from the Forbidden City, and pieced together the origin of this painting.

It was a portrait specially drawn by a great artist in the Far East thousands of years ago for his students, and its original intention was to hide a posthumous work of his students.

Wu Daozi's disciple Lu Lingjia, at the beginning of the Qianyuan period, painted several eminent monks on the east and west corridors of the hall.Later, he painted at the three gates of Zhuangyan Temple, and his sharp thinking opened up, which is quite wonderful.

When Wu Daozi saw Lu Lingga's paintings in his later years, he felt that he had made great progress, which was exactly like his own brushwork, so he exclaimed: "This son's brushwork was not as good as mine at the time, but now he is similar to me. It is also a son. It is as refined as it is. That's it."

However, a master student who received such praise from him returned home for more than a month because of "dreams of blue birds and dragons fighting" in the mountains. He painted the scene in his dream and died of mental exhaustion.

When Lulinga's family was packing up his posthumous works, because of looking at the painting, they became very sick and bedridden. Seeing the painting from the corner of the eye, he told the members of the Lu family.

"Isn't it the ambition of the gods to borrow the wonderful brushwork of the world to preserve its divine form?"

No one can really appreciate this painting. If it is preserved intact, I am afraid it will cause endless harm. But because it was made by his beloved disciple, Wu Daozi couldn't bear to destroy it, so he managed to divide the painting into two parts and painted two parts with his own brush. This is a new painting, and the remnants are hidden in two paintings, which will be handed down to later generations.

It took Dimon Seymour two years to track down here, during which time he had already fully realized how wonderful the protection he received was.

His memory has become exceptionally good. His eyesight can clearly see the wings of flying insects [-] feet away, his sense of taste can tell the difference in taste between two hours of milk storage, and his physical fitness has naturally reached the level of a top fighter level of the author.

In one assassination, he even found that the cool feeling could cover his whole body, he could resist the short-range shooting of a small-caliber pistol, and he was not afraid of the deadly toxin delivered at the banquet.

Even if the most fundamental part is hidden, his reputation has spread more and more widely in the circle of nobles only by the external changes, he has won the praise of many peers, and has been favored and feared by real high-level figures.

This improvement is still going on.

In Seymour's cognition, he seems to have become a knight hero in the legend of Great Britain, bathed in dragon blood, or blessed by goblins, and may have the destiny of becoming a king.

Because of this, his desire for the other half of the residual map became stronger and stronger. After ruling out many possibilities, he set foot on the land of the Far East with his own guards.

Searching and searching, entering from GD, and checking back to GD, and then, the fiasco a few hours ago.

"It doesn't matter."

Under the shining of the night, Dimon Seymour warned himself like this.

"Don't be discouraged or panic. Even the eternal king of the Celtics has experienced the setback of the broken sword in the stone. My failure is just a test."

"I'm a rising star in the British Empire, and even someone like McPair is not an irreplaceable choice for me."

"And he was hostile and hunted down by the kingdom he was born in, and even lost an important comrade-in-arms during the first contact with me..."

Dimon Seymour straightened his waist, and whispered in the yard alone, "Yes, that's it, just like the plot in a Naples opera, after the first encounter with each other, the next step is to escape and chase .”

As he thought about it, he became more and more confident, "No matter where he will flee to next, carry my treasure, and hide in any dangerous place, I will definitely catch up with him, kill him, and take back my treasure , to open the brightest new chapter in my life."

"Before that, I have to find a way to bring out my true advantages, regardless of the enemy's poisonous smoke, shooting, explosives..."

The moonlight was cold, and the kerosene lamp dimly illuminated a corner of the courtyard, illuminating Dimon Seymour's side face.

He learned to let go of his unnecessary demeanor and arrogance before, and conceive of what useful items he would bring next time to hunt down that person.

What is the blue-faced devil? Run away, wait, wait until I find you again...

Bang bang bang bang! ! ! ! !

The harsh and scattered gunshots interrupted Dimon Seymour's imagination, and also shocked the entire General's Mansion, which was in a cold atmosphere in the middle of the night, into agitation.

Zhu Changshou's eldest disciple, Jin Yuehe, let out a long roar that could startle the entire mansion and pass through all the garden houses in a remote corner of the general's mansion.

"There are assassins!!"

The roar broke suddenly, like a cold and ferocious knife, slashing at the apex of everyone's heart in the night.

(End of this chapter)