Mu Qingyan said nothing, and there were some subtle emotions that were difficult to detect in his heart.
Cai Zhao stood up, walked back and forth a few steps, raised his head and said, "No one suspects that the leader Mu Donglie might have murdered his brother in order to seize the position of leader?"
Mu Qingyan shook his head: "There were indeed such rumors at first, but later, the leader Mu Donglie abdicated as soon as he said he would, leaving behind his immense power and the position of leader. He is obviously not a person who is greedy for power."
Cai Zhao thought for a while: "After he leaves, his brother's son will be the successor as leader."
Mu Qingyan: "Yes, it is the sixth leader Mu Song. He was only seventeen years old when he succeeded to the throne. Fortunately, the confidants left behind by his uncle were all loyal and brave people, and there was no trouble in the religion. Leader Mu Song said to Mu Song I respect and love Master Donglie very much, and my admiration is comparable to that of a father and son."
"I can see it." Cai Zhao laughed out loud, "He recorded the ups and downs of Mu Donglie's rise to the throne so vividly that it is comparable to the most popular story books on the market."
Mu Qingyan also smiled, "That's true. When I read the history books, no matter how great the achievements of the other sect leaders, they only had a few words. I just wanted the records to be clear. I only admire the life story of the leader Donglie, and that's all. , the song is praising it, and every word is full of admiration and love. It’s no wonder that the leader Mu Song was raised by his uncle after all.”
"Since everything is so detailed, why didn't you write about the reasons why Master Mu Donglie built the underground palace and retired?" Cai Zhaoqi said.
"In the first twelve or three years, everything was indeed very detailed, but in the two years before the departure of the leader Mu Donglie, the records began to be vague, with several key points appearing in the Spring and Autumn Period. When the leader Mu Donglie finally left, the records became even more vague. Just brush it off." Mu Qingyan frowned, "I always feel that Master Mu Song is hiding something."
Cai Zhao shook his head and walked around, "Oh, it seems that your ancestors' thoughts are unpredictable. Forget it, let's take a look at this stone wall. Maybe there is a way out."
Mu Qingyan agreed, and the two of them looked up at the five stone walls.
The stone wall was so huge that the two of them could only clearly see the patterns three or four feet above their heads at the farthest distance, and they couldn't see clearly from any higher place. The edges of each stone wall are carved with complex and beautiful ancient patterns of flowers, birds and animals. Among these patterns of flowers, birds and animals, there are also many figures, old and young, male and female, painted in shapes and colors, plus pavilions. The pavilions and pavilions are very lively.
Mu Qingyan's expression became more serious the more he looked at it, "Zhao Zhao, do you think the carvings of these flowers, birds, fish and insects look familiar?"
The little girl was fascinated. He called her twice before she came back to her senses and said blankly, "Does it look familiar? Are there other places in the Hanhai Mountains that have this carving technique?"
"No, this kind of metal and stone seal carving technique is an ancient method that has been lost for a long time. There are indeed many places in the Hanhai Mountains that have traces of this kind of metal and stone seal carving, but that's not what I'm talking about." Mu Qingyan said, "I mean. Do you think these patterns are almost exactly the same as those in Muwei Palace?"
Cai Zhao groaned and quickly went up to take a closer look, "Oh, it's true, I've seen this large cloud pattern of dragons giving birth to nine sons on the top of the beam in Chaoyang Palace; this section of the Kunlun Goddess subduing the monster. The pattern is on Liang Yu, the side hall where I stayed that night after going to the Wanshui Qianshan Cliff on the first day. This, what is going on..."
Mu Qingyan was also clueless and asked, "What were you looking at just now? You were so absorbed in looking at it."
"Oh, look." Cai Zhao pointed to the figure carvings on the stone wall. "This person, that person, all of these people are on almost every stone wall. Connecting their patterns, it's like a continuous picture book story. ah."
She is not bragging. She has read between ten and nine thousand storybooks since she was a child, including many full-picture books, which are aimed at illiterate women and children.
Mu Qingyan was startled and realized that this was really the case.
If you want to read the story, you have to start from the beginning. The two of them looked around, then walked towards the cracked iron wall, following the direction in which the scroll was unfolded, starting from right to left.
Because the stone wall was too high, Mu Qingyan used the silver chain on Cai Zhao's left wrist to wrap around a bulge high on the stone wall and pulled the two of them up.
The first picture is of a thin and ragged child who is kowtow to worship. His master was a master of immortality. He had a house and fields at home, and was served by seven or eight slaves. There were many rare and strange animals jumping behind him.
Mu Qingyan exclaimed, "It turns out that what is carved on this stone wall is the story of how I taught the founder of the sect, Mu Xiu Jue."
Cai Zhaoqi said: "How do you know?"
"Look at the sole of this child's left foot. Are there seven moles?" Mu Qingyan pointed at the little child's bare foot. "It is clearly written in the history books that the founder of the sect, Mu Xiujue, had a strange disease." , stepping on the seven stars is the sign of a great mission from heaven.”
"Really?" Cai Zhao's face was full of surprise, "But my family's ancestral genealogy says that the ancestor Beichen also has seven moles on the soles of his feet. They are for stepping on the seven stars, and he was born to save the world."
"Are you kidding?" Mu Qingyan was startled.
Cai Zhao retorted, "You can joke about your ancestors!"
Mu Qingyan thought for a while, "Well, maybe most people two hundred years ago had seven moles on their soles."
Cai Zhao:......
"So, this stone wall tells the story of the ancestors of the Mu family who apprenticed and learned skills. This has not been mentioned in the history books, so we might as well take a look." Mu Qingyan was very interested, "Ah, it turns out that the entire family of the ancestors died."
Cai Zhao followed his line of sight and saw that the child had filial piety belts tied around his forehead and waist. The bundle behind him spread out, revealing several memorial tablets.
After the master took the young boy into his sect, he carefully taught him martial arts and literature, and he loved him very much.
In order to show the detail of "love", the stone wall also depicts in detail the master holding a lamp in the middle of the night to see the sleeping state of a young child, or lovingly covering him with a quilt, tucking his exposed feet back into the quilt, or checking his white skin. Injuries left during Japanese martial arts practice.
This unknown master mason is very skilled in his craftsmanship. Not only the appearance and mannerisms of the young boy and the master are lifelike, but even the servants are not idle and perform their duties with precision.
When young children are practicing martial arts and literature, the few slaves are guarding the gate, taking care of the alchemy furnace, arranging the carriages and horses, counting the treasures in the storehouse, and pruning flowers and trees with big scissors. The last slave dressed as a child is Always accompanying the master.
The only flaw is that there is no mouth carved on the face of one of the old servants, and it is blank below the nose.
After more than ten years of this, the young boy grew up into a handsome young man with both civil and military skills, and made many like-minded friends. Well, it seems that he also had a beloved girl. The tall man had a loving face and stroked his beard to express his happiness. .
"Your ancestor had a good life. Master loved him so much." Cai Zhao couldn't help but say.
"Shut up and read on." Mu Qingyan didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became more solemn.
Sure enough, things changed suddenly in the next picture.
Large black clouds rolled in, and the demons and ghosts contained in them went around killing people, bringing disaster to the world. For a time, the ground was covered with bones for thousands of miles. The master of Taoist immortal style naturally led all the heroes in the world to rise up to resist. His beloved disciple stood at the front, brave and good at fighting, and no one could match him.
——Seeing this, Cai Zhao also felt a vague strange feeling in his heart.
However, the demons were powerful and the masters suffered heavy casualties.
People around Mu Xiujue also died one by one. He erected tombstones one after another. Under each tombstone were his close friends who had shared life and death with each other over drinks.
Among the tombs, Mu Xiujue was alone, with a desolate back.
In the end, even his beloved girl died tragically at the hands of the demon.
Mu Xiujue held the mutilated body of his lover, his face full of sinister hatred, and the gentle and cheerful smile before was gone.
Subsequently, a fierce dispute broke out between Mu Xiujue and the master. Several slaves stood behind the master, all of them were extremely angry. Only the slave with a pair of flower scissors hanging on his waist tried to persuade him to make peace.
Just when Cai Zhao was curious about what the master and the disciples were arguing about, he saw a haze behind Mu Xiujue in the next picture. There were also groups of demons looming in the large black mist!
When the master led the remaining heroes of the world to fight against the demons, Mu Xiujue led a group of ferocious-looking demons to help out. The master's side, which had been retreating steadily, immediately turned defeat into victory. But demons are demons after all, and their actions are difficult to control. After the demons were slain, the demons led by Mu Xiujue were unable to hold back and killed many innocent people and heroes of the righteous path.
When the master saw that his disciple was unwilling to give up on those demonic subordinates who were acting recklessly, he became furious and started another quarrel.
Mu Xiujue left in anger, but he didn't know that his master was seriously injured and fell ill due to internal and external attacks. The master knew that time was running out, so he sent people out to find Mu Xiujue, and asked the heroes of the righteous path to spread the news, hoping that Mu Xiujue would come back after hearing the news.
The master waited and waited, but never saw his beloved disciple.
Before he died, he gave the dumb old servant many words and gave him several boxes and many scrolls.
By the time Mu Xiujue rushed back, the master had already passed away.
Mu Xiujue obviously thought that the servants and the heroes of the righteous path deliberately obstructed him, which prevented him from seeing his master for the last time, so there was a fierce fight between the two sides. In the end, the old servant ran out holding a letter from the master before his death.
After Mu Xiujue read the letter, he left in despair.
The old servant also left together.
The old servant followed Mu Xiujue to a mountain range as vast as the vast sea, and began to build palaces, buildings, checkpoints, barriers, and many tunnels.
Finally, the old servant couldn't do it either.
He used his last strength and asked people to find five huge stone walls and carve them day and night.
The day he finished carving the five stone walls was the day he died.
The last painting is the memory of the old servant.
In the memory, the master, whose beard was not that long, led the young Mu Xiujue to watch the sea. The master and the apprentice were stepping on the waves with their bare feet, and their eyebrows were very similar when they smiled.
While running, the master turned up his left foot and there were seven moles on the sole.
End of story.
Chapter 82
Mu Qingyan slowly let go of the silver chain, and the two of them landed on the ground. The huge stone hall was filled with awkward silence.
Cai Zhao felt guilty inexplicably, and while Mu Qingyan was distracted, he carefully opened his big hand on his waist and took a few steps away like a little field mouse.
Mu Qingyan was not happy at first, and became even angrier when he saw this: "What do you mean by looking like this!"
Cai Zhao's eyes wandered: "I'm afraid your arms will be sore."
Mu Qingyan was even more angry: "Doves occupy the magpie's nest and are mainly anti-Visitors. How can you, the six Beichen sects, still be righteous?"
Cai Zhao was not immune to this accusation and said quickly: "Hey, hey, one code equals one code. Luoying Valley was founded by my ancestors on their own. Even if ancestor Beichen's money is used to buy the land, we will just pay back the money." The one who entered Muwei Palace in Jiuli Mountain is the Qingque Sect, so don’t accuse me of anything!”
Mu Qingyan sneered: "Aren't the six Beichen sects in the same spirit?"
"We have the same spirit, but we don't wear the same pants." Cai Zhao quickly defended, "If you don't believe me, ask Madam Su Lian if she is willing to open the Qingque Sect's warehouse to the Cai family envoys!"
"Don't forget that you are already a disciple of the Qingque Sect, don't be so clear about it!"
"It's been less than three months since I joined the school, and I haven't been in the school as long as you. The friendship between the school and the school is not very deep, and it needs to be cultivated slowly..."
"You..." Mu Qingyan pointed at the girl. He was already very angry, but now he couldn't help but laugh out of anger.
The anger on Cai Zhaojia's face dissipated a lot, so he sneaked over, pulled his sleeves and said sternly: "Don't be angry, what do the old sesame seeds and rotten millet from two hundred years ago have to do with you and me?" ah."
Mu Qingyan glanced at her: "It's still related."
Cai Zhaodong looked around, pretending not to understand.
Mu Qingyan turned to look at the stone wall, "Have you ever mentioned that the skilled craftsman who built Muwei Palace was an old servant who served Patriarch Beichen. Because he couldn't speak, everyone called him a mute?"
He pointed to the mouthless old servant on the stone wall, "It seems that's the one."
Cai Zhao also looked at the mouthless old servant and suddenly said: "I asked why he didn't carve a mouth. It turns out he is a mute. This man is amazing. Although he was born unable to speak, his skills are amazing. I was surprised at first. Why didn't you leave one or two descendants? It turns out that you followed your ancestors to found the Demon Cult."
Mu Qingyan rolled his eyes.
Cai Zhao immediately changed his mind: "Leave the religion, leave the religion."
Mu Qingyan's expression softened slightly, and he pointed at the Taoist and Immortal Master on the stone wall and said, "This must be the ancestor Beichen."
"Oh, who would have thought." Cai Zhao frowned, "The person who founded the Demon Sect two hundred years ago was actually a direct disciple of Ancestor Beichen. This is even stranger than a storybook..."
"Don't evade the important and take the easy." Mu Qingyan said pitifully, "Under no circumstances do they have similar eyebrows and even seven-star moles on the soles of their feet - you dare to say that they are not blood relatives!"
His long white fingertips landed on the upturned soles of Patriarch Beichen's feet.
There are seven moles on it too.
Cai Zhao murmured: "...Didn't you say that two hundred years ago, many people in the world might have moles on the soles of their feet?"
Mu Qingyan glared over fiercely.
Cai Zhao persisted for a moment and was defeated.
She whispered: "Could it be father and son? But I didn't hear that Patriarch Beichen got married."
