Plop——
Shashasha~~
The soft sound of falling to the ground echoed in the empty room, followed by yellow sand falling like an hourglass.
The weak light above was quickly blocked by the sand, and the surrounding area turned into extremely dark, leaving only a slight sound.
Ye Jingtang turned around in the air and landed on his feet. Before he could stand firm, a ball of soft fat hit his arms, pressing him to the ground, followed by sand from the pavement.
Ye Jingtang was afraid of being buried alive by the sand, so he immediately rolled the person in his arms to the side several times. He didn't stop until there was no more sand falling on him, and he could no longer see anything.
"Ahem... This is really a roof. How can there be such a big house..."
A soft whisper came to my ears, as well as a few slightly painful coughs.
Ye Jingtang knew that Fan Qinghe had suffered internal injuries and was caught off guard and fell down. He hurriedly gathered his energy to react, thinking that he might have lost his breath, so he raised his hand and touched it.
The place you touch is hot and soft, with a little sweat...
Because he couldn't tell where it was at the first time, he touched it left and right. As a result, the people around him shrank their chests as if they were electrocuted, and then came the slightly embarrassed words: "What are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm sorry...I helped you, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..."
"Fan Qinghe sat up from Ye Jingtang's arms, straightened his clothes a little, touched the back of his waist, and took out a special fire folding bag.
Da~呲呲呲~
After the fire folder is opened, it ignites on its own, emitting a pine scent and bright yellow light, illuminating every corner of the area.
Ye Jingtang stood up and patted the sand, looked around, and saw that the two of them were inside a huge palace. There were more than a dozen giant dragon-coiling pillars in the hall that were as thick as a three-person hug. Because of the dry climate, they still supported the dome after thousands of years.
The dome is a complicated wooden frame, and some parts have been damaged. It looks shaky. Sand is still leaking from the place where the two fell just now.
"So impressive. Is this the royal palace of the Liang Dynasty?"
"It doesn't look like that."
Fan Qinghe took the fire folding piece and walked across the dusty ground to the front of the hall. It could be seen that there was a beautiful stone base with various patterns of pure gold on the surface. The lights flashed out when illuminated. The shining color, even if the base is covered with dust, can still imagine the grandeur of the year.
"This should be the ancestral temple, a place where sacrifices were made to heaven and earth in ancient times. No wonder it's so big..."
Fan Qinghe walked up to him, touched the gold ornaments with his hands, and then looked carefully along the carvings.
Night Terror Hall could hear the howling of sandstorms through the dome above. Now that there was no place to hide, Fan Qinghe and Fan Qinghe began to inspect the ruins.
Fan Qinghe knew the history of the Northwest Royal Court very well, and told Ye Jing Tang various legends from ancient times while walking.
The main hall of the ancestral temple is large in scale and is constructed entirely of bricks and stones. Although some sand leaked in through the passages inside the building, it is still possible to walk normally.
Ye Jingtang went around to the back of the base and could vaguely see some utensils on the ground. He even found some jade slips scattered on the ground. The handwriting could be clearly identified, and they all recorded things related to the Five Elements Alchemy.
Fan Qinghe picked up the jade slip, and after a brief identification, he held it in his arms as if he had found a treasure and continued walking deeper.
"These are prescriptions from ancient times that have been lost long ago. It seems that the situation here is that the earth dragon turned over, and the people in the ancestral temple fled in panic, and then never came back... This place is similar to the ancestral temple in Dongming Mountain, that is Bigger, the place in front should be where the Great Zhu Zong lives, go over and have a look."
Ye Jingtang followed and walked forward. When he was about to leave the main hall, he found that the outside of the exit was full of yellow sand. He found a place in the corridor where the sand was deeper. He stabbed the top with the roaring dragon gun and stirred it for a few times. Then he took out the A big hole.
Huhuhu~
The sky was full of wind and sand outside, and it was daytime in the depths, but it seemed like it was night.
Fan Qinghe took the dragon-screaming gun and wanted to use it as a Luoyang shovel to stab it down. Seeing this, Ye Jingtang quickly raised his hand: "It won't collapse this time, right?"
"probably not."
Fanqinghebang
The spear pierced into the sand, about four or five feet in, before it touched something hard.
This time she did not use force to create a miracle. Instead, she followed the test and found the place closest to the ground. She used her spear to sweep away the sand and exposed the roof ridge.
Ye Jingtang squatted down and broke through the roof, and fell into the large building with Fan Qinghe. It could be seen that there was a copper astronomical instrument in the middle of the room. The brass texture had completely turned black. There was a staircase going down on the side, but it was early. It collapsed.
"This is the star observatory. Zhu Zong, who presides over sacrifices, usually lives here. Go down and have a look..."
Fan Qinghe seemed to be very interested in digging for treasure. After a quick glance, he jumped down the stairs into the large room below.
What was unexpected was that the room below was very clean. The stairs collapsed but there were no traces of broken wood. It seemed that someone had specially cleaned them.
Ye Jingtang used the light of Huozhezi to look back and forth: "Has anyone touched this place?"
Fan Qinghe originally thought this was the case, but after checking around, he felt something was not right.
She walked to the stone wall with the fire folding bag, squatted down and looked around, and she could see several wine jars placed by the wall.
The wine jars are commercially available wine jars painted with red paint. They are very well made, and some of them still have the restaurant's name on them.
Fan Qinghe picked up the wine jar, looked at it, frowned and said, "There's something wrong with these wine jars."
Ye Jingtang squatted beside him and looked carefully: "What's wrong?"
Fan Qinghe pointed to several wine jars placed neatly against the wall: "After the fall of the Wu Dynasty, the world experienced a hundred years of chaos and was once again divided into three parts. The name of the Southern Dynasty was originally 'Qi', and after the destruction of Qi, it was 'Yan'. After the destruction of the Yan Dynasty, it became the Wei Dynasty." This wine jar is the style of the Daqi Cai Kiln, which should be in the last years of the Daqi Dynasty; and this one is Jiangzhou porcelain from the heyday of the Da Yan Dynasty, which was popular in the south about two hundred years ago; these last comparisons New ones, no more than a hundred years old. Not surprisingly, three waves of people have been to this place, with a time interval of no less than a hundred years, but they brought several jars of good wine with them when they came..."
Ye Jingtang nodded thoughtfully, thought for a while and said, "Are you here to pay homage to your ancestors?" Fan Qinghe thought it was possible, so he got up and searched along the wall.
As a result, no statue tablet was found, but some carvings were found on the stone wall to the west.
The carvings do not belong to words or pictures, they are as irregular as a child drawing talismans.
Fan Qinghe came closer and looked at it carefully. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that Ye Jingtang's eyes were fixed next to him and he walked closer. She asked doubtfully: "What is this?"
"I don't know, but it's special."
Ye Jingtang took the fire folder and examined it carefully. He felt that the scratches on the iron paintings on the wall and the silver hooks, although they did not have any literal meaning, exuded a sharp-edged momentum. Seeing the details, there was something unbelievable. The feeling of looking directly.
Ye Jingtang thought carefully for a moment, then handed the fire certificate back to Fan Qinghe, and asked him to take a few steps back and hold the handle of the knife with his right hand.
Choking——
In a flash of light, the three-foot sharp blade was unsheathed.
Fan Qinghe watched from the sidelines and saw Ye Jingtang standing straight, with the Chilong knife touching the scratches. He closed his eyes and his whole body fell into stagnation.
Fan Qinghe was a little confused, but didn't bother him.
But after waiting for half a quarter of an hour, he suddenly found that the flow of Qi and blood in Ye Jingtang began to accelerate obviously, his skin turned red, there was a sense of heat in the air, and white mist even rose faintly above his head, which seemed to be possessed by a maniac. Fan Qinghe was shocked in his heart. He quickly said, "What are you doing?"
Ye Jingtang just realized how deep the martial arts knowledge of this scratch was, but it was not a secret book of moves, so he couldn't understand its meaning at all.
What he is currently doing is nothing more than immersing himself wholeheartedly, relying on inhuman understanding, exhausting trial and error, calculating all the possible situations that caused this scratch, and thus deducing what the scratch represents.
Abnormalities in the body are not caused by madness, but by overheating due to overloading and trial and error for a long time.
Because he was fully immersed in it, Ye Jingtang naturally didn't pay attention to Fan Qinghe's words. He held the knife with one hand and pointed it at the scratch. He just went through all the energy directions that might cause such a scratch in his mind, and then found it. Find the optimal solution.
At this stop, he only stood for nearly two quarters of an hour. Fan Qinghe was worried when he saw it.
I was so frightened that I didn't dare to express my feelings until the end...
Ding--
In the silent stone room, there was suddenly an ethereal soft sound, like a wind chime being struck.
Fan Qinghe didn't see Ye Jingtang make any move. He only noticed that the Chilong Saber in his right hand suddenly began to tremble violently, and then he moved it along the scratches.
The tremor seemed natural, but the tip of the knife pointed at the wall trembled across the weird scratches on the wall, following the traces up and down, deepening the original scratches a little, but not going beyond the edge. Every penny!
When Fan Qinghe saw this scene, his eyes showed a bit of shock. After the trembling of the blade stopped, he asked again: "What are you doing?"
Ye Jingtang opened his eyes and looked at the same scratches on the wall. A small pride flashed in his eyes, saying, "It's nothing more than this." He tilted his head and said, "This is the insight left behind by an expert. Ordinary people can't understand it at all. Fortunately, I'm not an ordinary person, I'm good at enumerating, and I just spent a lot of effort to figure out the meaning."
Fan Qinghe knew that this was the residence of the Grand Master of the Liang Dynasty, and it was not unusual to have something special. However, it took Ye Jingtang two-quarters of an hour to dig through these traces that looked like ghostly drawings. It was a bit too bizarre.
Why didn't she see anything special? Isn't she stupid?
Fan Qinghe was dubious and came to look at it carefully and asked, "What is this record?"
Ye Jingtang raised his long knife and pointed it on the mark: "It was an insight that came from my feelings at that time, or in other words, I recalled the path I have taken since practicing martial arts - first focusing on the shape of the weapon, then on the technique, and then on deepening the artistic conception, until Enlightened one day, one sword can penetrate the mysteries. Every section of the mark is the path traveled by martial arts, and every turning point is the setback experienced in the past." The old sword master Sun Wuji has reached the state of "one sword can penetrate the mysteries," But the old sword master couldn't express his feelings directly to outsiders.
"This senior can carve the artistic conception directly on the wall, and his martial arts attainments are far beyond that. I estimate that this was left by a hidden giant in the past. He may have already gone on a dragon like the founding emperor of Wu. Already."
Fan Qinghe was confused after hearing this, thought for a while and asked, "Have you learned it?"
"This is a reflection, just like reading the doctrines left by saints. Remember, you will gain something. You may have an epiphany after you understand it, but to become a saint, you still have to understand it yourself." Ye Jingtang glanced at the scratches on the wall. Mark, point the knife at the position behind the scratch: I was in this state just now, now I have enlightenment, I have learned something new, I have moved forward a little, and I am probably here - I have enough skills but not enough artistic conception. , Searching from all directions.
"Judging from the scratches, I'm still about a foot and a half away from Old Sword Master Sun. I can't understand anything beyond that. It should be the state after returning to one's original nature, accessing the mysteries and immortality, and being mysterious and unpredictable." In the quiet room, Ye Jingtang held the Chilong Sword and pointed at the marks on the wall like a teacher, talking endlessly about various insights.
But Fan Qinghe stood there, not as if he was listening to the heavenly book, but just listening to the heavenly book. He had no idea how Ye Jingtang could see so many things from a few ghostly drawings.
However, seeing that what Ye Jingtang said was clear and logical, and that he was not here to trick an ignorant girl, Fan Qinghe still concentrated on observing and comprehending carefully, as if he was studying the doorway from ghost paintings.
Ye Jingtang explained to Fan Qinghe that in fact, he himself was also secretly understanding the path of his predecessors, and integrated it into his own. The two of them focused on studying the ruins, and it was obvious that they were a little selfless. After an unknown period of time, Ye Jingtang's ears became faint. When I started to move, I suddenly heard a sound coming from far away: "Chi!!"
"You're in this big desert, where can I find fish for you to eat? Someone kindly caught a scorpion for you to eat, but you're still angry."
"Chi chi chi..."
When Ye Jingtang heard Ning'er's voice, he woke up immediately and thought to himself: How come I have forgotten my wife...
Fan Qinghe looked up and asked, "Is your friend here?"
Ye Jingtang wanted to communicate with Ning'er about Hong Xing's affair. Seeing this, he thought for a while and said, "Yeah, I'll go out to check the situation first. You wait a moment."
"Go ahead."
The sandstorm had already stopped, and the time passed from morning to noon unconsciously.
Thousands of miles of yellow sand is like a golden ocean, and there is no trace of the wind in all directions.
Among the sand dunes, Luo
Ning wore a curtain on his head to protect him from the sun, and held an iron pick as a stick in his hand. He walked out a short distance and poked at the ground, looking for the hidden building below.
The big fluffy bird, whose size showed that it was not adapted to the desert weather, kept walking under Luo Ning's shadow.
Maybe he felt the sand was burning his paws, so when he stopped, he jumped on Luo Ning's shoes and squatted down, suggesting that he go home from get off work for dinner.
After Luo Ning waited for the sandstorm to pass, she asked the birds to patrol the sky. She couldn't find anyone from Ye Jing Tang. She thought that Ye Jing Tang had already left the desert with the beautiful woman, so she stopped looking and went with Xue Baijin. Continuing to explore the traces of buildings within a radius of more than ten miles.
The two of them searched for most of the day and found out many ancient houses. Xue Baijin was responsible for going down to the tomb to find things, but she was a little less skilled in martial arts. If the sand dunes collapsed, she would definitely be delayed. For this reason, she kept exploring on the ground to find possible places. Where the building is to be built, mark it so that the white brocade can drill holes.
After searching for an unknown amount of time, Luo Ning's ears twitched and she heard a rustling sound in the distance.
Looking up, the dunes in the distance were leaking sand, and soon a hole appeared.
Then a familiar handsome face appeared out of the hole to look at her. She did not shout loudly, but looked around, looking like she was looking for someone and feeling a little guilty.
"grumble?!"
When the birds saw the night terror hall, they suddenly became excited and wanted to rush over to get the bird food.
Upon seeing this, Luo Ning quickly caught the bird and even covered its beak. After looking back, she quietly ran behind a sand dune and waved to Ye Jingtang.
Ye Jingtang found that there was no trace of Pingtian Cult Leader in the surrounding area, so he jumped up and quietly came to Ning'er: "Where is Xue Nuxia?"
"Shh!"
Luo Ning glared at Ye Jingtang and whispered: "If Bai Jin hears this, she will beat you up. When you are away from home, don't call her Bai Jin's heroine. If you want to call her 'leader,' you can also call her a hero."
"Understood."
Ye Jingtang hadn't seen Ning'er for many days. He wanted to raise his hand to lift up the curtain hat, but he couldn't do it easily, so he started looking around again.
"Don't look, it's underground, half a mile from here...Eh?!"
Luo Ning's face was slightly cold, and she was about to warn the little thief, but she didn't expect that as soon as she said that Bai Jin was not here, the daring little thief directly hugged her waist, and then the curtain hat was lifted up and came close to her face. .
Luo Ning's eyebrows were raised, and she was extremely nervous, but since she hadn't seen Ye Jingtang for so long, Sanniang was probably very lovesick, and so was she.
After hiding for a while, Luo Ning still threw the bird out to serve as a sentry and did not resist anymore.
Lips meet.
Ye Jingtang held Ning'er's waist, and even his breath felt a little more fiery. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but hold her tightly, wishing to rub the beauty in his arms into his body.
Before Luo Ning met, she had thought about the warning words countless times, but when she was held in her arms again, her mind was instantly empty. After her eyes moved slightly, she gently closed her eyes and allowed the man to take what he wanted.
Thousands of miles of yellow sand, a pair of men and women.
The black robe and cyan skirt were blown by the breeze, and the scene was extremely beautiful and magnificent at this moment.
As a witness, Niaoniao stood on the sand dune next to him, spreading his wings blankly. The meaning was probably - can you feed Niaoniao before you finish...
