In the evening, the dim sunlight streamed into the study through the window, shining on the young man's strong and handsome face.

It should have been a peaceful scene, but upon closer inspection, I found that the young man's temples were covered with sweat, and he was holding an antique scroll in his hand and did not dare to move.

"The master painting "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" written by master Liu Beihong five hundred years ago is worth a thousand pieces of money. This is the owner's favorite antique that has been collected for many years. What should I do now?"

Just now, Lin Shan, an outer disciple of the Lin family, was assigned to clean the head of the family's study for the first time.

While I was carefully holding "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" and dusting them off, a transparent picture suddenly appeared in my eyes.

The background is a mysterious disk with eight regions including Gandui Lizhen, Xunkan, Genkun, and various pictographic symbols, as well as mountain birds, fish, and insects carved on it. There is a string of prompts in the middle:

"Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks"

Ancient rhyme: 5 points

Is it absorbed?

…

Lin Shan was so excited when he reacted! It’s been 10 years since he traveled through time! My golden finger is finally here!

You must know that in his previous life, he was just a young social worker. After graduation, he joined the 996 company and contributed to the boss's dream.

As a result, one night while he was sleeping soundly, his boss suddenly called and asked him to go to the company in the middle of the night to change the plan! He had no choice but to go out in a thunderstorm night, but as soon as he went out, a bolt of lightning struck across the sky...

After waking up, I found that I had traveled to another world, and my soul was in the body of a 6-year-old boy named Lin Shan.

This world is similar to the ancient feudal period. The original owner was born into the Lin family in Qinghe County of the Song Dynasty. Tian was a child of a side branch. His parents died when he was young, leaving him alone in the outer gate of the Lin family and being fostered by the family.

As we all know, after time travel, both parents died, and there was no sister or house. This was the standard for a time traveler to counterattack! Lin Shan was excited for a long time at that time, finally ending 996 and starting a life of blessing!

As a result, 10 years later, he had no strong talent for cultivation, no holy eyes, let alone an old man. He could only live a life of cultivation in the family courtyard, and he had to do odd jobs as usual.

Seeing that he is about to reach adulthood at the age of 16, he has not yet cultivated his true energy. According to the clan rules, he will leave the Lin family to make a living on his own. When the time comes, he will leave the family as a mortal and be poor, have no money and no skills. I am afraid he will end up living on the streets and wasting his life.

But who would have thought that things would suddenly turn around today!

Lin Shan looked at the transparent panel in front of him excitedly, and solemnly chose "Yes" when asked "Yes/No to absorb ancient charm".

Then...

There's no after that...

...

Lin Shan, who had been waiting for a long time, was confused, but when he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" in his hand seemed to become light and airy, as if something important had been taken away.

And the place where his fingers were holding even sunk in slightly. There were dense cracks around the scroll, and fine ash fell down.

Finally, after a cautious stalemate for a while, this precious volume of paintings shattered into a pile of dust on the ground.

Lin Shan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The head of the family was an avid fan of antique calligraphy and painting, and especially loved "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks". The Lin family knew everything! According to rumors, they had to play for a while every night before going to bed.

This is great, I am a poor boy from a side branch, with no one to rely on in my family, and no connections in the higher-ups. If he is found out by the family, he will be expelled from the family at the least, or beaten into a disability at the worst!

Now how to do?

Lin Shan thought about it in a hurry, but couldn't think of any useful solution. He had no choice but to clean up the traces of the scene and sneak out of the study quietly.

I can only hope that no one finds out yet!

Lin Shan was worried all the way back to his residence. At the same time, he was thinking about where Goldfinger went and what could "Gu Yun" do?

...

After dinner, in the square outside the family courtyard, hundreds of tribesmen crowded around, each of them not daring to breathe, and there was a faint heavy atmosphere.

Lin Shan stood in the crowd with uneasiness and had a premonition that something bad was going on.

"I received the latest news that the painting "Playing Mandarin Ducks on the Spring River" has disappeared from the master's study. Who did it?"

The speaker was an old man, Deacon Lin, who managed the outer courtyard of his family. He had got off work in the evening and planned to go to Goulan to listen to music and watch a show, but he was dragged away to find someone.

I heard that the owner's treasure "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" has disappeared! I was playing with it last night, but it mysteriously disappeared tonight. Naturally, the owner was furious.

The right way to break into a study is to investigate the inside of the family first, which is how the scene just happened.

The square was eerily quiet, and a storm seemed to be slowly brewing. Everyone was shocked in their hearts. How dare anyone steal the clan leader's treasure?

Lin Shan was even more sweaty on his back and felt a chill in his heart. He didn't expect the clan's reaction to be so quick! In the evening, he had just accidentally destroyed the ancient painting, and it was only two hours later that he was discovered. He started immediately

Check it out!

Fortunately, the ancient painting has turned into fly ash, and I have cleaned up the traces. They will never be able to find this thing no matter what. If there is no evidence by then, it may very well be left unsolved...

But then his luck was shattered.

"Okay, let me change the question. From early morning to evening yesterday, who entered the master's study?"

Deacon Lin glanced back and forth at everyone with a serious look, as if he wanted to see through their hearts. The aura of being a superior person that he had cultivated through years of domineering in the clan was most vividly reflected at this moment.

…

"I went to the study early this morning to cut the flowers and sprinkle water..."

"I went to the study room to replace a batch of new paperweights at noon today..."

A man and a woman stood up. The man's name was Lin Fan, and the woman's name was Lin Shu. They were about the same age as Lin Shan. They were both orphans raised by the outer courtyard.

"I will go to the study to sweep the dust this evening..."

Lin Shan bravely stood up in front of others, feeling panicked. After all, today's task was arranged by the steward last night, and anyone who denies it would be found out.

Deacon Lin collected evidence from various sources and questioned several stewards. He found out that only three of them had entered the study today, and called them one by one.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The "Spring River Playing with Mandarin Ducks" in the master's study is missing. When you went in, did you find that the painting was still there?"

The three of them waved their hands and said they didn't know, claiming they were focused on their work and didn't pay attention to anything else.

Deacon Lin's gloomy old face gradually darkened, but his words were still tempting.

"I don't need to say more about the preciousness of this antique. You can't afford it. Please confess now and be lenient, otherwise you will find out later..."

Lin Shan and the three of them were all silent, and no one dared to answer.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and countless pairs of eyes gathered behind him, like thorns on his back.

"Search the three of them all over their bodies and the places where they live. Don't miss every corner!"

...

About two-quarters of an hour later, the three of them were searched inside and out, and three piles of things found in their homes were piled in the yard.

Linshan has the least items, an ordinary iron sword, bed sheets and quilts, etc.

Lin Shu is a girl, so she has some extra clothes and toiletries.

It was different when we arrived at Lin Fan's place. In addition to daily necessities, they also found a box of banknotes, and even a lot of pills, weapons, secret books, etc.

All the tribesmen in the yard looked surprised! Most of them had never seen so much money in their lives! Is Shenhao hanging out with the lower class to experience life?

Lin Shan was also shocked! Isn’t this boy’s parents dead like me? He’s hidden so deeply!

Deacon Lin also found it unbelievable that the wealth he had saved for most of his life was only a few hundred taels! I'm afraid it was not even a fraction of Lin Fan's!

…

"Lin Fan, tell me, how did you get these things?" Deacon Lin asked.

Lin Fan was still confused at this time! He was hiding well in the family! Why was he somehow involved in the thief's incident in the patriarch's study! He had no choice but to hold his fists in the air.

"Deacon, this is my personal accumulation of property. It has nothing to do with the theft of "Spring River Plays with Mandarin Ducks" this time, right?"

Deacon Liu looked suspicious, "What's your personal accumulation? You do odd jobs all day long, and the clan's monthly income is only the same. Where did you get so much?"

Lin Fan was speechless for a moment, hesitating and speechless for a long time.

At this time, some people in the yard were already suspicious and began to make up their own minds.

A steward behind Deacon Liu was the first to make an assumption: "The money found in his house could not have been obtained by taking "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" to the black market and pawnshop, right?"

There were more whispers among the crowd at the venue, and most people thought it was very possible. After all, "Spring River Playing Mandarin Ducks" is a masterpiece that has been handed down for 500 years! If you meet the right buyer, it is possible to make a fortune!

Moreover, I searched for the painting but couldn't find it. The other two of the three looked poor, so Lin Fan's box of banknotes was naturally the most suspect!

Deacon Lin also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Lin Fan is the first one to enter the study room in the morning, and indeed has the most time to deal with this painting."

Public opinion immediately pointed the finger at Lin Fan.

…

Lin Shan, the instigator, stood aside, a little confused at this time.

Is this the rhythm of someone else taking the blame for me?

Others may not know it clearly, but he remembers that he activated the golden finger and sucked something called "ancient rhyme" out of the painting. He didn't know what the "ancient rhyme" could do. After sucking it out, the famous painting turned into ashes!

However, someone else happened to take the blame for the big disaster he had caused. Lin Shan's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly, but his conscience was a little uneasy, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

But at this time, the atmosphere in the venue was already a little fermented. Everyone was making speculations about the origin of Lin Fan's banknotes. Lin Fan knew that if he didn't explain clearly, he might be blamed soon!

He slowly touched his chin, sighed, and then said to himself: "I can't hide it anymore..."

"Then... stop pretending!"

Everyone's breath suddenly stagnated, and for a moment, they seemed to notice that Lin Fan straightened his back, revealing his edges, his eyebrows were like sharp swords, and the corners of his eyes were shining with confidence!

With his hands behind his back, there is no wind within a square inch, and the clothes behind him make a rustling sound!

Then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, with a third part of a wry smile, a sixth part of helplessness, and it seemed that there was also a part of...evil charm?

Just listen to him speaking slowly in a clear and clear voice.

"When I was fourteen years old, I strayed into the mountains and fell into a cliff. I happened to hang on a green pine in the mountain stream. I survived the catastrophe and entered the cave between the cliffs. It turned out to be the inherited mantle left by a peerless master..." Like Immortality
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