In a small inn halfway towards Jingshan.
The doors and windows of a room on the second floor were closed, and six people were sitting around a table.
There are six pieces of rice paper on the table that are still crumpled after being unfolded. The graffiti on the paper are real graffiti. Except for the ink marks here and there, there is no connection with the paintings at all.
The corners of Old Man Du's mouth twitched in disbelief, "Is this really Bai Xiaofeng's painting? Grandpa understands that people have their own strengths and weaknesses. He is so good at disguise, so it is understandable that his paintings are not so good-looking. Just like when Grandpa plays I have fun with poison, but I don’t know anything about playing with poison... But this is too damn outrageous, isn’t it? Is this a painting? This is Mo Tuan! None of our disciple Beicun’s three-year-old children draw like this! Hey, hey, this grandson... Don't throw these papers away when you're done with them, grandpa will take them back so that everyone can come and admire your godfather's calligraphy!"
Even if Su Wu and Wheat Sui want to say something to Uncle Changdong, they really can't find anything to praise about these calligraphy paintings.
Yang Zhi didn't know what was going on, so Yang Zhi didn't say anything.
Tianbao and Bai Yu looked at each other, smiled, each took a piece of rice paper and folded it into a hexagon.
"When he gave me these paintings, my godfather asked me if I still remember the Six-Gong Machine Formation. This formation combines the six palaces into one. When divided, it is ordinary, but when combined, it is absolutely killing."
"The ink marks on the painting appear to be smeared randomly, but there are deeper traces in them, just like meridians. The movement of each meridians is actually very particular, but they are not highlighted when looking at the single sheet."
In two sentences, all six paintings had been folded into hexagonal shapes. At this time, the exposed side of each piece of paper had a blank space, and the area smudged by ink took up half or a corner.
The six palaces merged into one, and the painting presented to everyone was completely different.
It is still based on a large swath of black ink, but the messy meridians are wonderfully connected to form a complete topographic map.
"This should be the treasure trove." Bai Yu tapped his fingertips on the only node on the meridian, "But this terrain map does not coincide with anywhere else in the Central Plains. It is not a place in the Central Plains."
Yang, who had been sitting silently, stood up suddenly and pointed at the node with wide eyes, "Isn't this my home? Old Bay! Luosong Village! This terrain map is the canyon forest next to Houhai outside Nansangxi! The node The building next to it is the earthen cannon building at the entrance of our village, but it collapsed thirty years ago. I was six years old at the time, so I happen to still remember it!"
Wu looked up at him, "..."
What a coincidence, isn't it?
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Yang Zhi was particularly excited about taking on a business, making money and returning to his hometown.
"That picture is not only not on the Chinese original map, but also on the outer territory. We in Luosong Village live alone next to the forest of Houhai Canyon. It is considered a small abandoned village. However, because we live alone in the world, our life is relatively difficult, but it is still stable. .”
"I guess your picture of the divine weapon must be very old. It must have been drawn at least a hundred years ago. Time has passed and all parts of the continent are constantly changing. Many places are no longer the same as before. Thank you for finding me, otherwise it might not have been possible I can find the treasure place, hahaha!”
"Fate, it's all fate! Everyone, this... Hahaha, this can be considered a big help to you, right? I really try my best! I put guests first in everything, and I didn't even arrive at my doorstep first. Enter the house! Hahahaha..."
A damp, dark tunnel illuminated by a few torches.
The six of them groped their way in, and the entire tunnel was filled with the echo of Yang Zhi's croaking.
The five people walking in the front were helpless and funny, so they answered in unison, "Yes, more money!"
Yang Zhi, "Hahahaha!"
After traveling for nearly two months, the group finally arrived at the forest outside Nansanghouhai. Without any delay, they started looking for treasures.
In fact, a few people didn't care much about whether or not there were any treasures in the treasure spot.
But King Hu Man must be allowed to eat ashes.
This is the real purpose of this trip.
The Mohists concocted the magic weapon hundreds of years ago. It has been so long ago that many places on the terrain map no longer match up.
Indeed, as Yang Zhi said, without him, it would be difficult for them to find the correct location.
Add money.
"The Mohist's research on mechanisms is unparalleled by today's people. This tunnel should be more than hundreds of years old, but it has no signs of collapse and retains its original appearance." Tianbao held a torch and wiped it on the stone wall of the tunnel with one hand. , it was cold and dusty, but there was no sign of water seepage. It was hard to imagine that this tunnel was by the sea.
"The tunnel should be protected by agencies so that it can be preserved intact to this day." Bai Yu took two steps in front of her and carefully blocked her behind him to prevent any agencies from accidentally hurting anyone.
"That's right, but we have walked at least a few miles, right? We haven't seen a single mechanism. Could it be that the Mo family didn't design the mechanism in the tunnel at all? Or is it that the mechanism has failed after hundreds of years?" Old Man Du He said this, but he was also very cautious when walking, and did not dare to walk randomly, lest his grandchildren would turn around to save him.
Grandpa's poisonous skills are of no use here.
Xiaomai Sui walked behind the old man, intentionally or unintentionally protecting his exposed descendant Kongmen, "The reason why the Mo family concocted magic weapons back then was actually to preserve the members of the clan who were killed. This is why they used this method." Extend their lives so that they can continue to live in the world, and comfort the hearts of the living.
Whether this approach is good or bad is a matter of opinion. But the original creator’s love for his people is undeniable.
I guess there were no agencies to hinder us along the way. It should be because there were no agencies at all in the tunnel.
The ancestors of the Mohist family were probably worried that if they set up traps, they would accidentally injure the magic soldiers hidden in the tunnels.
And now that they have concocted it, they don't want the magic weapon to never see the light of day and have to live in a dark and cold cave under the sea.
In their hearts, they may hope that one day, someone will be able to return to the world with a magical weapon. "
Su Wu pursed his lips, "However, people's hearts are complicated. If they fall into the hands of greedy people, the magic weapon may not be able to live a normal life. Instead, it will be used by others and become a profit-seeking murder weapon."
Just like Nan Sang in the past, they did not treat the magic weapon well after receiving it. They did not treat the magic weapon as a human being at all. In their eyes, the magic weapon was no different from a lifeless sword.
The ancestors of the Mo family were so wise. I wonder if they ever thought about how the divine weapons would be treated after they appeared in this world.
Several people walked in and chatted lightly.
When a tunnel goes to the end, the terrain is not complicated, except for a few confusing side branches.
Arriving at the innermost point, there is a huge cave with a forest of sarcophagi.
Each sarcophagus has been opened, and the coffins are empty.
The air in the cave is still cold and damp, and you can vaguely hear the sound of waves outside, and smell the salty smell of sea water.
The light from several torches was surrounded by darkness, and the halo looked small and weak. When you were here, you felt like you were entering the underworld.
Tianbao and his party stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the scene in front of them, all pursed their lips and said nothing.
Wangbai and the others had lived here before, sleeping in those cold sarcophagi and spending hundreds of years in the darkness.
