harleyscars Chapter 54 Qingshan
Chapter 54 Qingshan
Looking at the line of letters and numbers engraved on the barrel, Li Yuan read it aloud without hesitation: "M82A1..."
Then, he smiled and uttered another well-known name for the thing in front of him: "Barrett..."
After examining the gun body, which had been disassembled into three parts, he skillfully reassembled it.
In the Kengan world, he and Wu Fengshui had played with this thing countless times, and they could manipulate it with their eyes closed.
At this moment, Fan Xian listened to Li Yuan's words and watched his series of skillful movements. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was agape. He gurgled in his throat for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Li Yuan looked at him as if sensing something, raised her hand to her chin, and held her index finger between her nose and lips: "Shh..."
Only after Fan Xian covered his mouth and nodded did he turn his gaze back to the sniper rifle in his hand.
Immediately, he unleashed a burst of energy from his hand, and the Burning Heaven True Qi instantly heated up, melting it directly into a pool of molten iron, which spilled onto the ground.
"You—" Fan Xian's expression changed, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.
Since meeting Li Yuan, his mood has been like a rollercoaster, going up and down.
From initial doubt and curiosity upon meeting him, to subsequent trepidation, unease, tension, and shock, his feelings changed repeatedly.
At this moment, having thought he "understood" Li Yuan's identity, he couldn't help but feel emotional when he saw Li Yuan destroy the irreplaceable sniper rifle without saying a word.
Seeing this, Li Yuan didn't take it to heart, but after thinking for a moment, he still spoke up:
"Very well, this is ultimately something your mother left you."
"Since I've already ruined it, as compensation, I'll tell you some things you don't know."
As he spoke, he used his inner energy to force his voice into a line, directly transmitting the rest of his words into Fan Xian's ears.
After he finished speaking, he ignored Fan Xian's rapidly changing expression and disappeared in a flash.
Only a faint sentence remained in the air: "To believe or not to believe is up to you."
boom!
As Li Yuan left, the true energy that had been supporting the black leather box also disappeared, and the box immediately fell to the ground with a muffled thud.
Although the sound wasn't actually loud, it sounded like a grand bell to Fan Xian, jolting him out of his chaotic thoughts.
He slowly squatted down, staring blankly at the black leather suitcase on the ground, without making any other move for a long time.
……
After leaving the Fan residence, Li Yuan went straight back to the Jing Prince's residence.
Today happened to be the monthly family dinner, and he didn't hide himself at all, showing up directly and sitting in the empty chair, startling his father, older brother, and younger sister.
Just as Li Hongcheng was about to say something, he was interrupted by Prince Jing's words, "Let's eat," and had no choice but to swallow back all his doubts.
After everyone had eaten their fill in silence, the family dinner came to an end.
Li Hongcheng and Roujia wanted to talk to Li Yuan, but they were both sent away by Prince Jing.
Prince Jing said nothing, but after glancing at Li Yuan, he left in silence.
Seeing this, Li Yuan smiled and went straight back to his courtyard.
Clearly, Prince Jing had likely heard or learned something, which is why he adopted such a posture.
Silent all night.
Early the next morning, Li Yuan left the Jingwang Mansion again, heading out of the capital city and towards Northern Qi.
Now, he has a vague idea in his mind that he urgently needs to verify.
After traveling swiftly for several days, encountering mountains and rivers, Li Yuan met a blind man.
To be precise, he was a young man dressed in black, carrying a black iron shovel, and with a black cloth blindfold over his eyes.
"Wu Zhu?" Li Yuan looked the "person" in front of him up and down, and a thought struck him.
Judging from the direction he was heading, he was clearly also going to Northern Qi.
Normally, Wu Zhu would not encounter anyone else along his route.
But it was precisely because Li Yuan was also an unconventional person that they met here.
"I don't know you." Upon hearing the person in front of him call his name, Wu Zhu said expressionlessly, his voice extremely flat.
Li Yuan smiled faintly, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "It's alright, we'll get to know each other later. But I advise you to go back and check on Fan Xian now; something seems to have happened to him."
Having said that, he ignored Wu Zhu and moved swiftly, disappearing into the direction of the capital of Northern Qi.
Wu Zhu stared at the direction Li Yuan had disappeared in through his black-covered eyes. After standing there in silence for a while, he suddenly turned around and walked back the way he came.
……
Not far from the capital of Northern Qi, Shangjing, there is a green mountain.
Although the mountain is not particularly tall, it is covered with dense trees and bushes, making it appear exceptionally pristine and tranquil.
Layers of green, some light and some dark, dot the mountainside, creating a serene and beautiful scene from afar.
This nameless green mountain is the location of the Tianyi Dao sect of Northern Qi, and also the place where the Imperial Preceptor Kuhe meditated.
In the eyes of the people of Northern Qi or those ascetics who traveled the world, this place was an inviolable and supreme holy land.
Today, an incongruous figure barged into this place without prior notice.
He walked at a leisurely pace, as if he were on a picnic.
Strangely, not a single disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect stood in his way, as if he didn't exist at all.
Upon arriving at this place, Li Yuan did not move with the same agility and speed as before, but instead proceeded slowly step by step like an ordinary person.
After traversing the rugged mountain path, we arrived at a secluded valley, where a forest of ten thousand pines stretched before us.
The ten thousand pine trees each have their own unique shape, including the shape of their needles and the size of their trunks.
Looking around, some pine needles droop gently like strands of hair, some are as hard and straight as swords pointing towards the sky, and some look like thin, round tubes...
As your gaze follows the pine forest into the mountains, you can see the architectural complex of Tianyi Daomen.
These buildings all adhere to the traditional aesthetic style of the Wei and Northern Qi dynasties, with blue and black as the main colors.
Black signifies solemnity and ruthlessness, while cyan is close to nature; power is concealed within purity and beauty, standing perfectly between heaven and earth.
Surrounding these dark blue buildings, there is a pastoral area, adding a unique touch to the scenery.
A young woman dressed in a floral dress and with a floral headscarf tied in her hair was bending over picking vegetables in the field, with a serene smile on her face, looking happy and content.
As Li Yuan walked forward, he quietly observed everything around him, trying to grasp the inexplicable atmosphere that enveloped the place.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stopped.
At the same time, an aged voice entered his ears:
"We are sorry for failing to greet our distinguished guest properly."