Han Changmu heard Huang Huai tell the shopkeeper of Lou Chuan that he was going to report to the official.
He sneered.
Reporter, who are you trying to coax? Aren't you going to tear it into pieces to find something?
After sending Huang Huai and others away, the boat continued to move forward, encountering strange and frightening dead people and fake corpses. Everyone would inevitably feel unlucky. The passengers on the boat were quiet. Except for meals, they rarely went to the third floor platform to enjoy the scenery.
Han Changmu finally had time to carefully explore the pile of things he brought back.
The blood-stained middle coat and scarlet red clothes were placed on the ground. He held the silver scissors and opened the hem of the clothes bit by bit. He shook out the rags all over the floor, and then stuck his head into the cloth, rummaging around desperately. I really found something.
Yao Yao knocked on the door and when he walked into the room, he saw Han Changmu sighing in excitement at the finger-wide strip of white cloth on the floor.
She opened her mouth and said in shock: "Master, this is what you are doing."
Han Changmu lay on the ground, put the strips of cloth together, and knocked on the floor: "Come and take a look. The words on it, when connected together, happen to be an ancient scripture from the Western Regions. It has been circulated among the people. I also I have read it before, and there are some changes in the scriptures between what is recorded above and what is circulated among the people, but those who are not familiar with it cannot tell."
Yao Yao leaned over and saw those small words written on the cloth, like countless black flies. Just one glance made him feel a splitting headache.
In her previous life, when she was cultivating and recuperating on Mount Zhongnan with Master Jianyi, she had never been able to memorize the entire 5,000-word Tao Te Ching. Now let her look at this ancient scripture from the Western Regions that she couldn't understand or read. It's just killing me.
She secretly rolled her eyes. Although she couldn't understand the scriptures, she had seen many similar ancient scriptures when running errands. She could tell at a glance that they were commonplace goods. She would never understand them. It’s the treasure that waves of people, one after another, seek death while looking for.
Every verse is written on a strip of cloth and carefully sewn into the hem of the clothes. It cannot be said that we don’t pay attention to it. It is not a treasure, but it is better than a treasure. Moreover, the verses have been changed. It is definitely not for practice, but to hide it. The secret of outsiders.
But what exactly is this secret?
Yao Yao suddenly had an idea and glanced at Han Changmu.
Han Changmu said calmly: "What did you think of?"
Yao Yao pointed to Han Changmu's hand: "That piece of fake leather."
Han Changmu realized that the fake skin was removed from Master Feiyi's chest, and he felt something strange at that time.
I don’t know what kind of material the fake leather is made of. It has been left out all night and has become somewhat dry and curled, but it is still the color of lifelike skin.
He carefully held both sides and looked into the light. The translucent leather was covered with densely packed small eyes, as if they were pierced by embroidery needles. Some places were sparse and some were denser.
These needle holes are not evenly distributed, and nothing can be seen.
He raised his chin towards Yao Yao.
Yao Yao understood that the ancient development method was nothing more than soaking in water and baking with fire and applying some medicine. Now that the medicine was not found, he could only try soaking in water and baking with fire first.
The fake leather was soaked in water for as long as a cup of tea, and there was no change.
I roasted a cup of tea on the candlelight at a short distance, but it was almost burnt and there was no change.
Han Changmu lowered his head, looking at the unchanged fake skin, and couldn't help but suspect that he was wrong.
He thought for a while and finally said: "Go and tell the shopkeeper that I'm seasick. Make some batter."
Yao Yao was stunned and nodded quickly.
Not long after, she came in with a bowl of thick batter, her face flushed by the steam.
Han Changmu had already spread a square of aqua blue cloud-patterned brocade on the ground and looked up at Yao Yao.
Without saying anything or asking, Yao Yao picked up some batter with his fingers and spread it evenly on the brocade.
Han Changmu picked up a piece of cloth and stuck it on the batter.
The two people cooperated tacitly, and in a short time, all the strips of cloth were pasted on the brocade, forming a complete ancient scripture from the Western Regions.
This ancient scripture is complete, but the fake skin has no clue.
Han Changmu suddenly said: "Do you know how to make Jianzu?"
Yao Yao was startled and looked deeply at Han Changmu.
What misunderstanding did he have about her that he thought she could do needlework?
Han Changmu understood Yao Yao's meaning and continued calmly: "Aren't all people in Yeting taught needlework?"
Yao Yao pursed his lips and said nothing. Ye Tingli taught him, but being taught and learning well are two different things.
There are tens of millions of scholars in the three hundred and sixty states, and there are a few names on the gold list every year.
Han Changmu raised his eyebrows: "Forget it, it's not difficult for you." He took out a few nanmu beads, compared them with the light, held a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing, and carved words on one of them.
Yao Yao was surprised and came closer. She had never felt guilty because she couldn't do needlework before, but when Han Changmu asked her this question, it was the first time that she felt guilty and humble because she couldn't do needlework. She smiled: " Master, what are you doing?"
Han Changmu didn't even raise his head. He dropped the knife in his hand on the bead and steadily carved in small regular script hairpins: "Engrave the scripture on the bead and string it into a bracelet."
"So many." Yao Yao was stunned: "This will last forever."
When Han Changmu heard this statement for the first time, he found it very interesting. He raised his head and glanced at Yao Yao, and said calmly: "I will only engrave the changed scriptures, and I will memorize everything else."
"So awesome." Yao Yao continued to be speechless and laughed: "I can help with this."
Han Changmu put down the dagger, picked up a pen and traced a few lines on the scriptures, bent down and took out a dagger from his deerskin boots, which was exactly the same as the one he used: "Then follow the scriptures I traced, Carve slowly." He tapped the cloth strip with his dagger: "I will carve the first sentence, and you will carve the last sentence. Each bead will carve one sentence, a total of eighteen sentences."
Yao Yao nodded, holding the dagger under the lamp with a very steady hand.
The building boat moved forward slowly on the wide water surface, rising and falling with the waves. The green mountains on both sides of the river seemed to have turned into colorful bright red and golden colors overnight, reflecting the autumn light in the clear waves, which was dazzling.
As the boat was sailing in the water, waves surged, causing the boat to sway and the people to sway a few times.
Han Changmu raised his head and glanced at Yao Yao. She lowered her head and looked attentive. The silver earrings hanging from her earlobes swayed with the ups and downs of the ship's hull.
But she held the nanmu bead in one hand and the dagger in the other. Each cut she struck was steady, landing on the bead neither lightly nor heavily, and none of the knives slipped away.
The nanmu bead is about the size of a thumb, round and brilliant. It is necessary to carve a whole sentence on it. Each character is smaller than regular regular script. It is difficult to drop the knife and the wrist will inevitably get sore after carving for a long time.
After Yao Yao finished carving one, he put down the beads and dagger, moved his wrist, looked up, and saw his eyes looking through the candlelight.
The room was so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing.
Han Changmu lowered his head calmly and continued carving beads.
Yao Yao raised his eyebrows.
The young envoy who slept with her.
The young envoy whose pants were stripped off by the King of Han.
She shook her head and couldn't think about it any more. She would make a mistake if she thought about it again.
She pushed out all the random thoughts in her head and found the next sentence on the cloth strip. She saw the deep and shallow cloud patterns on the brocade, the knots, the knots, tied on her head. She closed her eyes and thought about it, and the wind blew the clouds. The pattern is moving and tied on the head, it is really a beautiful scene.
She had a flash of inspiration, opened her eyes suddenly, turned around and ran away.
Han Changmu didn't know what was going on. He watched Yao Yao go out, and soon watched her come in. She was holding a blond crown and hairpin in her hand, which was the lotus crown worn by Master Feiyi.
Yes, it was Huang Huai who ripped it off Master Feiyi's head, and Yao Yao took advantage of him.
Yao Yao held the blond crown that she had picked up and looked at it carefully in front of the candlelight. He looked solemnly as he looked at it.
The front of this golden crown is inlaid with a thumb-sized ruby, and outward from the ruby, there are four hollow lotus flowers. Between the lotus flowers are inlaid with lotus leaves carved from thumb-sized jasper.
The lotus flower and lotus leaves are ordinary, but the material is unusual. The ruby jasper lotus crown made of red gold is indeed a valuable object. In comparison, the hairpin that matches the hair crown seems a bit simple.
The same red gold hairpin has a plain body, but the hairpin is carved into the shape of a fish. The fish tail and head are curved and inserted into the hair crown, like a fish playing with lotus leaves.
Fish plays with lotus leaves, fish plays with lotus leaves.
Yao Yao held his hairpin and gestured back and forth on the golden crown.
She suddenly remembered a poem.
The leaves of the lotus are to the east, the leaves of the lotus are to the west, the leaves of the lotus are to the south, and the leaves of the lotus are to the north.
She rubbed the fish back and forth thoughtfully, feeling the shallow depressions at the fish's mouth, which seemed to have patterns of different shades.
That's all, since there is nothing we can do about it, let's just treat it like a dead horse.
Holding her hairpin, she found a lotus leaf according to the order of the poem. She closed the fish's mouth on the bulge in the middle of the lotus leaf and turned it gently.
With an unexpected snap, the lotus leaf moved slightly.
Han Changmu heard the movement and looked over.
Yao Yao followed the same method, finding the lotus leaves one by one, twisting the bulge in the middle, causing the lotus leaves to deviate from their positions one after another.
But the changes in the hair crown are limited to this, only the four lotus leaves have moved a little, and there are no other changes.
Han Changmu took the hair crown, rubbed it carefully along the inner wall, then took the hairpin, buckled it in the gaps on both sides of the hair crown, and turned it gently.
The ruby inlaid in the center of the hair crown moved slightly to create a gap.
He flicked it with his hand.
There was a small gap between the ruby and the inlaid base, and a pill fell out of it.
The two looked at each other in surprise, hiding it so secretly, it seemed that this pill was a treasure.
Yao Yao came over with a bowl of water.
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes, picked up a little medicine with a sharp hairpin, dissolved it in water, and soaked the entire fake skin in it.
As the two expected, after a while, dense patterns and writing appeared on the piece of leather, like a map of a certain place, but what was marked on it was not a place name, but numbers like one, two and three.
Yao Yao's eyes flickered and he saw the cloth strips spread on the ground.
