The little brother sat silently on the chair, his expression looking a little unnatural and helpless.
Zhang Zhu looked at him and hesitated to speak. He suddenly thought of something and said to him, "I left the other ghost seal to Wu Xie."
The younger brother's eyebrows moved, as if he was a little surprised, but he reacted instantly.
After a pause, he spoke softly, "The other key is in your hand."
Zhang Shuxun was stunned, "Key? What key?"
Seeing this, the younger brother reminded him, "The ancient building at the bottom of the lake, the tower bell sarcophagus."
The ancient building at the bottom of the lake...the bell sarcophagus...a fragment flashed in his mind, and Zhang Zhuoxun remembered that the four of them had discovered the clues left by Zhang Menyu inside the spire of the ancient building at the bottom of the lake.
There was a sarcophagus box on the stone altar inside, which contained a bronze fox mask and an oval-shaped purple jade gilt box. At that time, he was still complaining in his mind that the thing looked like a mutated ostrich egg.
But he never opened the box after he got it, so he didn't know what was inside.
"The key you mentioned is placed in that small box?" Zhang Zhuxun looked at the younger brother and asked him, "What kind of key is it?"
The younger brother said: "It's similar to the dragon fish bead key inlaid with meteorite in the mouth of the female corpse next to the blue-eyed fox corpse, but it's in the shape of fire."
Zhang Zhuoxun remembered that he took out the key by cutting off the machine wire from the mouth of the incorruptible female corpse.
He remembered clearly that the handle of the bronze key was made of two strange-shaped fish, interlocked head to tail like a Tai Chi fish, with a dark green bead tightly inlaid in the free space in the middle, as big as a glass ball. big.
After comparing the key to the keyhole, it looked like it was from the purple gold box held by the blue-eyed fox corpse. It was later taken away by Wu Xie.
Zhang Zhuoxun was confused, "How do you know? That thing seems to have been left to me by Zhang Menyu. Could it be that those two keys are actually a pair?"
The little brother hummed and nodded, "I've seen it on the mural."
Zhang Shuxun silently thought about his brother's words and extracted the key information.
Meteor jade, dragon fish key, ghost seal... Bronze door - his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the little brother with joy, a little unbelievable, opened his mouth, and stammered: "Brother, you... you are No...I agreed!"
The younger brother nodded slightly, "If ten years later, you still remember me."
If you still remember me ten years later, you can come to Changbai Mountain with the ghost seal and the key and open that door.
This is the first time that the younger brother has taken the initiative to mention that agreement.
Agreements are not counted in many cases. They are not like the scene of a shooting, where they are implemented as promised. Whether you truly abide by them or not depends entirely on yourself.
Just like the agreement between him and Lao Jiumen, they clearly remembered it but deliberately forgot it. No one fulfilled their promise.
I have no intention of pursuing and condemning what happened in the past, because it has no meaning. The word meaning itself is meaningless.
When talking about meaning, the meaning itself has lost its meaning. There is only the value of words, but no value of action.
When the little brother said that sentence, he left room for both himself and the other party.
Even if Zhang Zhuxun and Fatty Wu Xie fail to go to the Bronze Gate ten years later as promised, I will still not blame or complain about anything. There are too many variables in this, and ten long years are enough for people to forget a lot. matter.
He has long been accustomed to walking alone in this bustling world like a passerby.
Perhaps it was the bond of being part of the Zhang family, or perhaps the sad look of the junior Zhang family member in front of him was too dazzling. On the occasion of parting, he finally allowed the growth of desire.
Such a faint desire had not appeared in his heart for a long time.
After the little brother finished speaking, his eyes returned to their previous extreme indifference, and the extra emotion fell gently between the sky and the earth like snow, like a flash in the pan, replaced by a kind of quiet and transcendent tranquility.
Zhang Zhu looked at the little brother intently. After the joy, he felt sad and distressed. He found that only when he was around the little brother, his feelings were as obvious as those of a childish little brat.
After thinking for a while, he took out the small triangular pyramid-shaped white stone from his pocket, on which he had made a misty blue translucent water drop pendant that fit the shape of the stone.
He spread out this small connection in the palm of his hand that the little brother took the initiative to leave to the world before he completely recovered his memory.
"I will always carry this pendant with me, which is equivalent to a psychological suggestion. Even if there may be something in that door that will erase my memory, as long as I see this, I can remember everything."
Just like a person who enters hypnosis returns to reality under the stimulation of specific things or sounds.
It was precisely because he didn't know what was inside that fake bronze door that he used this pendant to bind his memory. Oblivion without knowing anything was a very scary thing.
Zhang Zhuxun did not ask the younger brother what he was going to do next, nor did he make a long list of sensational sentences.
Only when he approached the parting gate for the second time, Zhang Zhuxun stretched out his arms to embrace the god he admired most, and whispered his final farewell solemnly in his ear.
"Goodbye, little brother!"
It's a long way to Changbai Mountain. I hope you'll take care of me along the way.
"Okay." The younger brother responded, raised his hand and patted Zhang Shuxun's shoulder, "Take care."
Mountains and seas have their own return dates, and snow and rain meet at the right time.
The mountains are high and the rivers are far away. I hope it won't be many years before we meet again.
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In early December 2004, heavy snow closed the mountains.
Zhang Zhuxun waited for nearly two weeks in Linzhi, and the mountain road blocked by snow was finally opened. He immediately took a long-distance bus to Bayi Town, and then transferred to a van bound for Medog.
He was lucky enough to sit in the car and listen to the chat between the driver and two other familiar passengers, and then he realized that this was the last public bus to Medog this year. If he wanted to get in later, he would have to wait and see if he could get there. Can't catch the horse-drawn carriage or ox-cart returning from the post office.
Some people say that going to Medog means going to the whole world. Medog is also called Baima Gang. In Tibetan, Medog means "hidden lotus". It is one of the most mysterious places in the snow area. Deep in the world-famous Brahmaputra Grand Canyon is a true pure land of Buddha.
The most famous and strange thing about Medog is the scenery of clouds and mist surrounding the snow-capped mountains. Even in winter, the warm and moist airflow from the Indian Ocean flows from south to north along the natural passage of the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon. , flowing upstream, forming this world of fog, ice and snow.
In fact, compared to other places along the Sichuan-Tibet line with harsh and extremely cold climates, Medog has a pleasant climate. Due to its geographical location, even if it snows here, heavy snow will not drift into the county.
Although the van Zhang Zhuxun was riding in was a bit old, the driver took great care of it and maintained it well. The horns and lights were still there, and he was very tenacious.
Medog is a secret small county within the jurisdiction of Linzhi City. Since the highways of later generations have not yet been opened, there are only sections of dirt roads here, which are rugged. From time to time, small mounds and pits appear, and the bumps are severe. Barely able to walk.
When the snow melted at noon, the wheels would still get stuck in the soft mud, so the three passengers in the car, including Zhang Zhuxun, had to get down to help push them. Their clothes were all messed up by mud particles, and they looked dingy.
Zhang Zhuoxun wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the wet mud on his hands inevitably rubbed onto his face.
Looking at the winding mountain road in front of him, he sighed helplessly and gave up struggling. He was so stupid and still so particular about hammering.
Zhang Zhuoxun and the others took the car at ten o'clock in the morning, driving and pushing until it was dark, and finally arrived at their destination. In the middle of the journey, they were replaced by locals who were familiar with the road conditions.
Because you have been staring at the white snow-capped mountains in front of you for a long time, your retina will be stimulated by the reflection of sunlight, which can easily lead to snow blindness.
Before getting off the bus, Zhang Zhuxun took off his cotton-padded jacket and added a cashmere sweater inside. Then he wrapped his clothes tightly, put on his backpack and said goodbye to the driver.
When the temperature dropped a bit in the evening, Zhang Zhuxun found the small hotel where he stayed the last time he came here. It was actually the courtyard of a Tibetan home, and asked if there was any spare room where he could stay for one night.
There are no private guesthouses in Medog yet. Chinese people in this era are still busy making money. There are very few outsiders coming to this extremely remote area. It will take a few years for the tourism industry to gradually develop.
The hotel owner was very enthusiastic and brought him a large bowl of prepared stone pot chicken, as well as brown sugar glutinous rice cakes that could be eaten as snacks.
Zhang Zhu nestled on the warm fire bed, chatting with his host while grabbing some mutton and feasting on it.
Looking at the howling wind and snow outside, the warm atmosphere in the house made him feel a little drowsy, so he decided to stay one night and go to An Ning tomorrow.
There was no words all night, with the wind and snow blowing.
The next day, Zhang Zhuxun was woken up by the sound of snow being cleared outside the courtyard. He looked at the time and saw that it was only after seven o'clock. He was no longer sleepy. He then got up and opened the door and went outside to help the shop owner and his wife sweep the snow for more than an hour. , then washed up with hot water and had breakfast.
While chatting, he asked the Tibetan couple about the location of the post office that appeared in the original plot. It was five or six kilometers away from here, also at the foot of Kalren Peak.
Zhang Zhuxun took out the map he bought when he came back here last time and asked them to help point out the route. He thanked the Tibetan couple and went back to the house. He put two pieces of money under the pillow and exposed a corner. Then he said goodbye to them, put on his backpack and left the hospital. Door.
He decided to go find Aning first. She stayed here for a long time, and there was still some information to exchange. He needed to know what changes would happen to this section if he advanced the plot line.
The snowfall last night was not very heavy. The cold wind blew almost all the snow residue and accumulated it under the wall on the north side of the house, so the snow on the road was not very thick.
Zhang Zhu followed his memory to the crowded tile-roofed house and turned left and right in the alley. Strangely, he did not sense the existence of the safety button like before.
An unpleasant feeling arose in my heart. Could it be that Aning's actions here have attracted the attention of the overseas Zhang family? After all, the face he gave Aning... was Zhang Haixing's face.
Standing in front of the door of the wooden tile courtyard, Zhang Zhuxun carefully observed the traces outside the door. Unfortunately, the snow had covered all the traces, and there were only two lines of one-way footprints around him.
After sending out his danger sense to make sure that no one was in the house and that Lang Qing in the doghouse was not there, Zhang Zhuxun looked around and found no signs of residents, so he stepped on the courtyard wall and climbed up.
The snow in the yard was also blown into bunches by the wind. Zhang Zhuxun jumped down lightly and walked quickly to the door. The windows of the house were covered from the inside by thick felt cloth, and the lock on the door The child is still there, so it cannot be ruled out that Aning left here on his own.
If Aning left by himself, Zhang Zhuxun would definitely have left clues in the house. If not, Zhang Zhuxun's heart sank, and that would be a bit troublesome.
Taking out a piece of iron wire to pry open the lock, Zhang Zhuoxun pushed the door in and closed the door with his backhand.
The room was very dark, but it didn't affect Zhang Zhuxun much. The decorations were still simple and neat. He reached out and touched the edge of the stove. The gray layer on the tentacles showed that Aning had been away for more than a month. week.
No trace of fighting was found in the room. Zhang Zhu went to the cabinet in the corner and moved the cabinet away. There was nothing in the hole below.
It is still unclear how An Ning left. If Zhang Haike and the others had taken An Ning away, they could have restored this place exactly as it was before. An Ning really had no power to fight back against the Zhang family.
Zhang Zhuoxun sighed. Although Aning's human skin mask was a bit troublesome, it was precisely because of that face that many speculations about her body appeared for no reason. Both the Zhang family and the Wang family would have doubts about her identity. Create doubts.
Unless the sky falls, the two parties will never get together and live in harmony even if they die.
Just like it is impossible to determine who is the real Wu Xie, who can know whether Aning is the real Zhang Haixing because of the factor of heaven.
Why did Zhang Haixing, who was taken away by the Wang family, appear in Medog? Or maybe she is not Zhang Haixing, let alone a Wang family member. Then her identity has undoubtedly become more mysterious.
Both the overseas Zhang family and the fake Zhang Haixing will have concerns. They cannot directly deal with An Ning like they simply dealt with Wu Xie N.∞. They need to dig deeper from An Ning.
Regardless of the situation, Aning's life will not be in danger, especially after Zhang Zhuxun appeared in Medog in front of Wu Xie, the water became even more turbid.
The proud overseas Zhang family will inevitably take action. Zhang Zhu is not afraid that they will stare at him. This is his deliberate introduction.
During the third trip to the Qinling Mountains to recharge the system, the system also revealed something to Zhang Zhuxun about the ancient tribal group under the altar of the sacred tree. It was indeed as he imagined. Another secret tattoo on his body and That tribe has a very close bond.
In other words, the strange flame tattoo on Zhang Zhuxun's body is exactly the fusion version of the tribal totem and the falling shadow of the mountains.
The previous tattoos have not fully emerged. According to the system, he actually has tattoos on his back.
[Meet each other at the right time. The road to Changbai Mountain is far away. I listen to the wind and look up to the snow and wait for ten years, waiting for my soul to return. 】
——The prologue of Hidden Sea Flower, the beginning of reincarnation, Zhang Qiling heard the last call in the world.
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