"Minister, you see, this is a picture I bought from the local Tibetans at a high price." Tang Yong took out a stack of old black and white photos.

"Is this?"

Meng ran frowned slightly.

The photo has a full sense of age. The background color is only black and white. I think it was taken decades ago. But Meng ran was soon attracted by the black photos.

"According to the Tibetan who sold my photos, it was taken by his father's generation." Tang Yong answered truthfully.

Meng Ran's doubts between her eyebrows and her eyes were even deeper. "A few decades ago, Sichuan and Tibet, not to mention the railway, didn't even repair the highway. It was almost impossible for the local Tibetans to get out of the mountains. They could afford a black-and-white camera. They would never be ordinary Tibetans."

What Meng ran said is the truth. Wujiang province is remote and mountainous with complex and steep terrain. Before the state allocated funds for the construction of railway roads, the local people went out by cattle and horses or even on foot.

Moreover, the economy of Wujiang province is countdown in China. Even now, poor counties and cities are everywhere.

At that time, the identity of Tibetans who could afford a black-and-white camera was not easy.

However, Tang Yong shook his head and denied Meng Ran's statement.

"Minister, the real photographers of these photos are not local Tibetans."

Tang Yong said half of what he said, but he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. "Minister, I tell you, you may not believe it. The person taking the photo is Thank you

"What are you talking about? The people of the Xie family? " Meng Ran's pupil shrank, a keen smell of an unusual breath.

Meng ran also listened to the taboo enmity between Xie family and China.

One year ago, the Xie family of the divine sword violated the ban with martial arts and openly washed Yanjing. This was the most dark ten day turmoil in Yanjing in Chinese history.

In the end, it was the guardian God of China who drove the sword Xie family out of China.

In terms of time, when these black and white photos were taken, the Xie family should have been expelled from China.

It is impossible for the Xie family to set foot on the land of Sichuan Tibet city without knowing it.

Just as Meng ran was thinking about the connection, Zhou Tao poured a cup of hot tea to Meng ran, and said with excitement:

"minister, try this tea from the holy spring on Wushan mountain. The local Tibetans say that it can prolong life and cure all kinds of serious diseases and small disasters."

"I said Zhou. I'm telling the minister about Wushan. Can you stop interrupting me?" Tang Yong blew his beard and glared.

Zhou Tao became angry and jumped to curse:

"fart! All the things you're doing are nonsense. What nonsense sword Xie family, do they dare to come to China? Lao Tzu's holy spring is really bought with a lot of money. You can't cheat the old or the young! "

In this moment, the two people are fighting for each other's blushes and thick necks, and no one looks down on their posture.

Meng ran can't help shaking his head and laughing bitterly. These two hot tempered guys, Ning Feixuan, have arranged for them to carry out the task together. How big is the Queen's heart.

See two people a pair of quarrel endlessly posture, Meng ran slightly angry: "enough!"

Two big men, like children who make mistakes, dare not breathe in front of Meng ran.

I'm kidding. This is a cruel man who dares to kill Shen lingcang and the real dragon in the divine realm. No matter how hard these two people are, how dare they be bold in front of Meng ran?

After beating them, Meng ran said slowly:

"say one by one, Zhou Tao, right? I ask you, how did you get this holy spring? "