"Did you prick your hand?"
Quan Heng gently held Mo Xiuyue's right arm to stop her from squatting down to touch the broken porcelain. He smiled and said: "It's better to bring a tool. If you get hurt, it won't be good. Don't worry, broken porcelain is safe." , which is a good sign.”
"Yes, yes! It's a good sign," Song Jingyun fended off the toasting tribesmen, "Then let's go see Teacher Wen first. Don't be in a hurry to drink. I'll drink enough with my brothers at the Dragon Surrounding Banquet!"
"Okay," Lin Shangu smiled, put down the wine bowl, and walked down the steps, "Then let's drink together at the dragon banquet. First let Xiuyue take a few people to the Buddhist cave to meet Teacher Wen, Xiuyue? Xiuyue !”
Mo Xiuyue came back to her senses: "Ah... ok."
"Come with me." She turned around and went downstairs. Quan Heng gently nodded to Lin Shangu to leave before following her.
"This girl is running in such a hurry, is there a tiger biting her from behind?" Song Jingyun tugged on his clothes and looked around the empty room, "This clothes looks awkward for me. Hey, I even shaved for this outfit—— You go first, I'll go change clothes."
"Just walk at a normal speed, Master Dao can find your location."
He untied the yellow paper and red rope that was used to tie the waist, and found an empty room nearby with hooked hands.
"Smelly..." Lu Xiaoman swallowed hard, clenched his fists and waved them in the air, muttering in a low voice, "The teacher said you can't curse, but I'm so angry."
"When you get a chance, I'll help you put a sack on him and beat him up," Lu Qiusheng comforted him, "Let's go first, don't be angry."
"What about my axe? If I encounter a monster, I won't be able to help." Lu Xiaoman looked down the mountain, his eyes falling on the sea, "Brother! Look quickly, is there a big ship on the sea? It looks like a pirate ship in a movie!”
Quan Heng, who was walking in front, turned his head and looked at the giant aircraft carrier that blocked the port and capsized the small fishing boat.
The displacement is expected to be more than 2,000 tons, the ship is more than 60 meters long, and the ship is more than 10 meters wide. The ship is equipped with three masts. The main mast is 60 meters high. At a glance, it looks like it is about to pierce the sky.
Just looking from the outside, you can see the three layers of gun ports on the side of the ship. To be conservative, there are hundreds of cannons. The black sails are spray-painted with pale skulls. They are blown by the wind and cover the sky, suppressing the blurred sun and imprisoning the light. It is a storm that is coming. In front of me were black clouds carrying thunder.
"Sail battleship, equipped with three layers of cannonballs," Quan Heng looked at the weapons Mo Xiuyue was carrying, and then looked at the tribesmen ahead who had been looking around cautiously as they entered the mountain road, and said calmly, "You only have shotguns."
"—a shotgun loaded with crude powder."
Mo Xiuyue frowned and stared at Quan Heng: "Do you think we can't defend it?"
Quan Heng was noncommittal and changed the subject: "Is it starting today, or will it be three days starting tomorrow? How do you plan to deal with it?"
"Today is the third to last day. How to deal with it has nothing to do with you, a foreigner," Mo Xiuyue frowned, "I will find a way to get you out safely."
Quan Heng sighed: "Maybe you need our help."
"You can't do anything, and you might still..."
"I'm afraid Shan Gu doesn't think so. She may think we can help." Quan Heng said, looking sideways at her, "Besides, I haven't thanked you for helping us avoid the disaster."
"In return, you can make demands of me. That's fair, isn't it?"
When she said this, she half-closed her eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of faint smile ripples in her dark eyes, as light as autumn leaves and mountain flowers falling on the lake, making her look extraordinarily warm and affectionate. A restrained and hard-to-ignore seriousness.
Mo Xiuyue was stunned for a moment, then she pursed her lips tightly, hurriedly said "walk faster" and quickly followed the tribesmen leading the way.
[Ding dong! KP Tip: You have successfully unlocked NPC favorability and obtained plot help. Current NPC favorability (86/100)
Warm reminder: NPC's favorability level can automatically trigger prompts after reaching 80, which is conducive to plot development and clue acquisition]
Quan Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, and the smile in his eyes disappeared instantly and returned to calm.
[Tsk, tsk, tsk, this player is so bad. He takes advantage of others and tries to gain favor with NPCs]
[Who can stop this, I can’t stop even a monster]
[I’m not into the mainstream, and I’m not a good-looking player, just play this set]
[? It's just useful. I didn't see that a high-favorability NPC can save lives? The skin is just for use, so why can't it be used if it has this condition? What’s the composition of the thing upstairs? It’s a weird thing with three bodies. It’s so deformed that I feel inferior]
[It’s easy to scold, and barrage has produced wizards since ancient times]
"Just go up the steps." Mo Xiuyue stopped in front of a big stone and looked up, "You should be able to see the Buddhist cave. You can enter from under the lotus seat of the Buddhist cave. Teacher Wen's residence is behind that. "
Quan Heng's eyes fell on the boulder at the foot of the mountain steps, and he read the inscription:
"There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey."
She looked at Mo Xiuyue, who was slightly stunned: "I used 100% of my strength to carve the words, and some strokes were even too sharp. It is said that words can best reveal the character and mood of the writer. This should be a person with a strong mind, even called Someone who is worthy of Jue Jue, can I ask who carved the words?"
"...It's Teacher Wen."
"Is this how the ancient town got its name?"
"Of course not. The name of the ancient town has been around for many years. This is a century-old town," Mo Xiuyue said, "What are you thinking? Teacher Wen has only been here a few years. How could the name of my hometown change because of her? The name of my hometown cannot Change is like the name of a wild goose, even death cannot change it."
Quan Heng stepped up the steps and said with a smile: "It sounds like a custom, and it also seems like there is some allusion."
"It has something to do with the funeral customs of our tribe," Mo Xiuyue said. "Compared to water burials and earth burials, we are more accustomed to 'secondary burials.' If we die in a foreign country during migration, our relatives will put the bones into a porcelain altar. For Yanlai people, there is no place with better feng shui and a more restful place for people to rest."
"But if the journey is difficult and dangerous and the remains cannot rest in their homeland, the tribesmen will seal the bone altar and write the name of the deceased and the name of their hometown with blood. In this way, our souls will travel with the mountains and rivers, even if they wander for a while, but It doesn't matter, the soul of the dead will eventually return to its long-lost hometown like the wild geese when the fallen leaves return to their roots. This is a bond and a blessing.
"Our hometown is our mother, and we children will eventually return to her warm embrace."
She was so absorbed in talking that she stopped when she walked towards the last step, not noticing the yellow leaves falling on her shoulders.
Quan Heng looked up and found that in the dense mountain forest, the tree in front of the headless Buddha was very sick and almost lost all its leaves.
Out of place.
Quan Heng stretched out his hand and gently pinched Luo Ye on her shoulder. Mo Xiuyue suddenly caught her wrist when she regained consciousness. She opened her mouth, frowned and said almost urgently: "I..."
"Ouch! He was walking so slowly, I thought I had to chase him a little longer!"
Hearty laughter quickly approached.
Song Jingyun changed into a Taoist robe, the yellow paper around his waist fluttered in the wind, the wine gourd swayed with three steps and two steps, and he reached the top of the steps in a few breaths.
"You go in, the town can't live without me - don't go out at night, stay on the mountain, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Mo Xiuyue stopped her hand, turned around and left, followed closely by the other two tribesmen.
"Hey, what's going on?" Song Jingyun asked curiously, "Am I disturbing you two?"
"I probably guessed what she wanted to say," Quan Heng looked back and said calmly, "Let's go in and have a look."
…
"Hand ring, don't mess with it! Give me the match..."
In the cave, a woman with glasses rolled up her sleeves, looking intently at the ancient paintings spread out on the table.
The calligraphy and painting were dilapidated and even blurred to the point where they could hardly be seen clearly. She carefully used a brush to apply special potion on the painting, and without looking back, she stretched out her hand to urge:
"Hurry up and give me the matches. I'm here..."
With a "swish" sound, the match was lit and handed to Wen Huacun's hand. She said nothing, holding her breath and lighting the surface of the ancient painting with the match. The flame burned, turning the lead oxide on the surface of the ancient painting into lead again.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then gathered her energy and used tweezers to carefully tear off the remaining material, and the ancient painting was restored to its true appearance from being blurry.
The afterglow of wild geese passing over the top of the mountain makes the people in the pavilion seem to have just woken up from a dream. They lie down and look up at the sky, gazing quietly among the autumn leaves on the mountain.
"Is this [I didn't know I was a guest in the dream, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while], or is it [the news that the wild goose came has no proof, and it is difficult to dream of returning after a long journey]"?
Wen Huacun was startled when the gentle yet unfamiliar words rang in his ears, and turned to look at the person beside him.
"A fire breaks out on the paper, and ancient paintings are restored." Quan Heng put down the matchbox in his hand and smiled, "This kind of restoration technique is beyond the reach of ordinary restorers. Teacher Wen is very capable."
"I thought the archaeologists were just a gimmick, or a protective cover arranged by the game to fit in with the plot, but I didn't expect there was someone with real abilities hidden there."
Wen Hua was surprised: "Are you..." Before she could say anything, she looked out nervously, "Where's the ring? That little girl, what did you do to her..."
"Are you talking about the little girl wearing the Spring and Autumn Qin-style dragon-shaped jade pendant?" Quan Heng said, "She is fine. She is outside with my friends. I just came in to see if Teacher Wen needs help."
Wen Huacun breathed a sigh of relief and managed to calm down: "Then you are?"
"Quan Heng, the player who entered the map," Quan Heng stretched out his hand and said with a slight smile, "Hello, senior."
Wen Huacun's pupils were shocked, and he opened his mouth but could not speak. After a long time, he raised his hand with a complicated expression and shook hands with Quan Heng.
"Wen Huacun is a cultural relic restorer, an archaeologist, and a... player." She paused and then added with difficulty, her throat feeling a little stiff, "A player six years ago."
[Ding dong! KP Tip: Unlock key characters, "Stealer" mission has been announced】
[Ghost Card Mission: Unlock the "Kill the Game" achievement!
Mission details: Kill the map boss, steal the most precious cultural relics, and win the MVP (first player) achievement
For this reason, you will have the privilege of hunting players and monsters without distinction, above the rules of monsters, and can receive double rewards!
And, the privilege of entering the monster barrier without any obstacles (limited to this map)]
The mechanical sound sounded.
The smile in Quan Heng's eyes deepened.
(End of chapter)
