All he saw was a wide space in front of him. The roof was inlaid with hundreds of huge luminous pearls. The faint pearl light illuminated the room slightly.
The flashlight passed by, and the luminous pearls absorbed and refracted the light, suddenly illuminating the entire space much brighter.
However, unexpectedly, the imaginary jewelry and other things were not displayed.
Looking around at the indoor furnishings, there was only a stone bed and a stone table.
It looks like someone once lived there.
Zhang Dao couldn't help but feel doubtful, and pulled Lan Ke'er forward, first to the edge of the stone bed.
The dusty straw and furs were still laid on the stone bed. It was obvious that the people who had lived here slept here.
Zhang Dao couldn't help but frown slightly. He couldn't figure out how someone could dig such a huge project under Tianchi in Changbai Mountain just to accommodate someone?
Then Zhang Dao took Lan Keer to the stone table. There was only a stone bench in front of the stone table, and a porcelain kettle and a porcelain cup were placed on the stone table.
At this moment, Lan Keer's eyes suddenly lit up. He pointed at the position of the stone room against the wall and exclaimed: "Brother Zhang Dao, look, what is that?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Dao turned his head and looked in the direction pointed by Lan Ke'er.
Suddenly, I discovered that there seemed to be a stone platform leaning against the wall, and there was something vaguely hanging on the wall on the stone platform.
The two hurriedly walked to the stone platform by the wall and saw a small wooden box placed on the stone platform.
But it was obvious that the wooden box had begun to decay due to too much time, and it looked shabby.
Zhang Dao didn't pay attention to the wooden box, but instead focused on the things on the wall on the stone platform.
It can be seen that it is an ancient painting.
I don’t know what kind of material the framed items are made of, but even though they have been taken away after so many years, they still look very strong.
It's just that the picture is covered with dust, so it's hard to tell what's drawn on it.
Zhang Dao and Lan Keer looked at each other, and then handed the flashlight to Lan Keer.
Zhang Dao stretched out his hands and gently picked off the ancient painting from the wall.
"First take the stone table, and then we clean the dust on the painting to see what the painting is." Zhang Dao said to Lan Ke'er.
Lan Keer glanced at it, turned back to the stone table in the room, picked up his furry hat, and began to wipe the dust on the stone table.
Then Zhang Dao took the ancient painting and came to the stone table and placed it on the stone table.
The two began to look at the painting.
Lan Keer looked at it for a while and said: "This looks like a painting of a character, but the dust on the painting blocks the picture and makes it difficult to see clearly. We don't have professional dust removal tools at the moment."
"If you wipe off the dust rashly, it is very likely to damage the painting. How about we take the painting out first and study it slowly?"
Zhang Dao shook his head and smiled, "No need to bother, it's up to me."
Immediately, Zhang Dao raised one sleeve, waved one palm lightly in front of him, and then pushed hard.
In Lan Keer's stunned eyes, a soft palm force was immediately struck towards Hanamaki.
With a burst of dust flying, the appearance of this ancient painting was finally revealed in front of the two of them.
The first thing that catches the eye is a person sitting in a room. There is a small text inscription in the upper right corner of the screen.
Zhang Dao was carefully identifying the words of the inscription when he suddenly heard Lan Ke'er say in surprise: "How is this possible?"
Zhang Dao looked back at Lan Ke'er and found that she was staring at the character in the picture, her eyes wide and full of disbelief.
Zhang Dao followed her gaze and was stunned.
I saw the person painted in the picture sitting cross-legged on a bed.
The person in the painting is a man with tied hair.
The person who painted this painting was extremely skilled in painting and painted the characters so lifelike.
The man in the picture has his eyes closed, his face is handsome, and he is dressed in white, just like an immortal.
Lan Keer looked at the man on the picture, then at Zhang Dao, and stammered: "Zhang, brother Zhang Dao, look at this, this, the person painted on this, is he very similar to you?" Like?"
Zhang Dao also had such thoughts in his mind at this moment, but he shouldn't.
Even though the world he is currently in is in a different time period from the original Qingyun Mountain, when he was in Qingyun Mountain, he rarely went down the mountain.
Besides his wife, there should be no one else who can describe his appearance so clearly.
Could it be that this place was once lived here by one of my wives after she came down from the mountain?
Or is it just a coincidence that there really is someone who looks exactly like me in the world?
But what Zhang Dao doesn't believe the most is coincidence.
"It's okay, let's see what the inscription on the painting says." Zhang Dao comforted Lan Keer, and then focused his attention on the inscription on the painting again.
Lan Keer nodded, looked at the inscription, and read it out.
"With the gift of the young master and the emperor's help, I can spend my free time here to paint the young master's portrait!"
"Thinking, looking forward, and thinking endlessly! Let's take comfort!"
"pair?"
Lan Keer read this word by word, as if she had discovered something, and hurriedly said to Zhang Dao: "Brother Zhang Dao, the inscription on this painting is beautiful and the lines are soft. It must be a woman!"
"The name is Shuang, and I guess that the person named Shuang must have met a certain young master and missed him, so he painted this painting."
Zhang Dao was already sitting on the stone bench, holding his forehead with one hand.
After hearing Lan Ke'er's words, Zhang Dao didn't react at all. He just waved his hand and said in a slightly tired tone: "There is another paragraph at the end, please continue reading!"
"Oh!" Lan Ke'er nodded and looked at the words on the painting.
It was obvious that after the previous text, there was another paragraph of writing, but the ink color was obviously different from the previous one.
So, Lan Ke'er continued to read: "I have been living here for thirty years and heard that Qingyun has changed, and the young master has not returned!"
"I will go to Qingyun to be with you. I look forward to meeting the young master."
"There are still a few pills given to me in the past, and they will be given to those who are destined!"
After reading, Lan Keer said in shock: "This woman named Shuang said she left something behind and then went to Qingyun. What does that mean?"
Zhang Dao raised his head slightly and exhaled heavily, and said in a heavy tone: "Ke'er, go get the box on the stone platform by the wall."
"Yeah!" Although she didn't understand why Zhang Dao's mood suddenly became so intense, Lan Ke'er still nodded obediently and walked towards the wall as instructed.
Zhang Dao raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes slightly, murmuring softly, "Shuang'er!"
Yes, even after reading the inscription, he knew who the former owner of this stone room was.
He thought of the people he had rescued while passing through the outskirts of Qingyun Mountain after he was full of ambition when he descended from Qingyun Mountain, and then placed him in an inn.
Before he traveled through time, he gave her a bottle of pills. She was a sweet and frail woman who regarded herself as a maid, Shuang'er.
