"Then do you think we should betray those people from the White Lotus Sect?"
Xiao Feng's brows were tangled together, and the face hidden under the bamboo hat looked quite distressed.
Fatty Lei glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Does this need to be said!? We are people in the world. Don't we rely on betraying our brothers and seducing our sisters-in-law? If you don't betray them now to get the reward, will you wait for them to betray you? Huh?”
As he spoke, he became indignant again, "King Zuo Xian, King Xian You? They were figures from thirty years ago! At best, they are martial arts myths, but at worst, they are just two old immortals."
"Oh?"
Hall Master Li of Chunshui Hall had a rather strange look on his face, "Then why didn't you dare to say that in front of them just now? Why are you talking about a senior? You know they didn't intend to give you face just now."
Fatty Lei wiped his face and stared at Hall Master Li coldly, "Then you are aboveboard, what do you mean?"
Hall Master Li sneered, cupped his hands and said, "Of course I want to think of a better reason and report it to the court!"
Since all the heroes see the same thing and share the same goals, there is nothing to argue about.
Next, they only need to report to Prince Su how they discovered the traces of the White Lotus Sect, and how they overcame all difficulties and followed the White Lotus Sect into the Changbai Mountains with their daring ambitions, and finally discovered their conspiracy.
After risking countless risks and making many sacrifices, this precious information was finally delivered to Prince Su, helping him to kill the great enemy of the imperial court and the scourge of Kyushu. He called Saint White Lotus and the two wise kings to kill him in one fell swoop Clear out the White Lotus Sect.
"Do you think Prince Su would believe it if we said this?" someone asked timidly.
"It doesn't matter if he believes it or not, as long as Yujing believes it."
Fatty Lei wiped his nose and sneered: "Everyone needs an explanation, that's all. We gave an explanation, and that's enough."
"Really? Then Yujing believes it, but will the gods in the sky believe it?"
"Gods? If they really exist, why should I do this?"
Fatty Lei turned his head and looked coldly at the man dressed as Mr. Feng Shui.
The man's face was pale and his figure looked frail. He looked more like a down-and-out scholar from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio than a Feng Shui master.
However, there is no difference between these two types of people in the eyes of Fatty Lei and other people in the world. Anyway, they are all bastards who can be chopped to death with one knife.
"Speaking of which, who are you? A layman who is in a hurry to go to heaven to meet the gods? Or a scholar who got lost on the way to take the exam and met a female ghost? Or a filial son who went up to the mountain to dig for thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum because his mother was seriously ill? ”
Fatty Lei's classic identity of naming dishes in a series made everyone laugh out loud.
However, Kui Qingshan didn't find it funny and just shook his head and said: "No, I came here to borrow something from you."
"Borrow money!?"
Fatty Lei covered his purse and took a step back, "I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment with Jiang Bieyan, the leader of the martial arts alliance, for tea. If I have nothing else to do, I'll leave first."
"It's not borrowing money, although I wouldn't say that money is an external possession, because it is indeed very useful. With a few hundred silver dollars, you can hire a large group of people to work and die.
However, money is of no use in these deep mountains and forests right now, so I don’t want to borrow money from you. ”
Hearing this, Fatty Lei breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, then lowered his eyes and asked him: "Then, what do you want to borrow?"
"Borrow something that is no longer useful to you." Kui Qingshan said calmly.
Fatty Lei frowned, "Boy, do you believe that if you say another nonsense, I will beat you until you can't stand up?"
Kui Qingshan obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't intend to say any more nonsense. He just said lightly: "I want to borrow money from you all and use it for one person."
"What a fool!"
As soon as Fatty Lei pressed his hand on the handle of the knife, the huge round head soared into the sky, spun around and landed firmly on Kui Qingshan's hand.
Everyone was shocked and angry, and drew their weapons one after another.
Kui Qingshan also took out his weapon, which was a long sword as thin as a willow leaf. As his fingers flicked on the sword, the cold light swayed, chilling the heart of the person it illuminated and sending chills down his spine.
"This hero, we have no grievances and no grudges, so that's not it, right? If you have something to say, please tell me." Xiao Feng said in a trembling voice.
"Hero?"
Kui Qingshan smiled contemptuously, "Even when I was alive, this title was already outdated. In the era when everyone had a musket, it was just about who's accuracy was better. Whether you were a hero or not, let's talk about it first!"
call out!
The screams scratched everyone's ears, and before they could react, Xiao Feng's head rushed into the sky with a fountain of blood, and landed at the foot of Kuiqing Mountain.
In his hand, the willow leaf sword was swaying gently, with a little blood droplets on it.
"Ask you a question."
Kui Qingshan's face was expressionless, his fingers flicked on the willow leaf sword again, and a few drops of blood splashed to the ground.
"I don't know much about the current situation, because I have been away from the secular world for many years, so what I want to ask is, if I want to enter the palace, who should I ask for help, the court or the army?"
No one answered.
After a brief silence, Hall Master Li of Chunshui Hall finally plucked up the courage to speak: "Why do you want to enter the palace? Is it for the treasures like us?"
call out!
Hall Master Li's head also rolled twice on the ground.
Kui Qingshan still played with the sword in his hand indifferently, with a playful expression on his face, "I am asking you now, not you asking me. And I have already said that this is a new era. How do you people stay in the mosquito net? You are already imitating foreigners, and you are still talking about clichés and empty words here all day long. Isn’t your tongue tired?”
When he said this, everyone's breathing became heavier, and no one dared to speak out.
"Well, since you can't answer it, I'll ask them myself. The White Lotus Sect seems to get along well with me."
Kui Qingshan waved the long sword in his hand again.
……
I thought I was going to spend the night and get some sleep on this endless long staircase.
However, after five hours of climbing, the steps were no longer in front of them.
Ren Qi shined the light source in his hand forward. Under the silver light, there seemed to be a rather wide platform at the end of the long steps.
According to Liu Banxian's deduction, when they entered the underground through the passage left by the earth dragon, they had already bypassed the thick soil layer and entered the underground palace.
The corridor paved with bluestone bricks and the long Shinto are proof of this.
It was precisely because of this that they made up their mind to walk the five-hour journey and climb several steps before finally arriving here. Ren Qi led the way, while Yin Xiu half-stretched Liu Banxian, and finally brought the exhausted Liu Banxian to the platform.
As soon as he stepped onto the platform, Liu Banxian, who was still very tired, almost jumped more than three feet high.
The corridor underneath is paved with bluestone bricks, the long steps are made of bluestone blocks, and the platform is paved with bluestone slabs each measuring five square meters long.
On this platform, just where the light source shines, there are hundreds of bluestone slabs like this, neatly placed at their feet, and they fit together so tightly that it seems that no needle can fall into them.
However, this is just the "basis". After Yin Xiu and Ren Qi did a little exploration, they discovered that on the left and right sides of the vast platform, there were huge bronze pillars with three people hugging them every 20 meters.
It has carved patterns and protruding reliefs. Each bronze pillar is nearly ten meters high, a full three stories high.
This place is not so much a platform as it is a square, a huge square with nothing but a few lonely pillars.
Liu Banxian was very interested in these pillars, or it could be said that these pillars made him very concerned and could not turn a blind eye.
After taking a sip of wine, Liu Banxian quickly walked to a pillar, put the fluorite in his hand close to the surface of the pillar, and began to carefully observe the patterns on it.
This is necessary because since the Stone Age, ancient people have learned to leave messages on any surface that can be carved.
First it was the rock wall in the cave, then it was pottery, animal carapace, then bamboo slips, silk cloth, and paper.
Perhaps most of the information left in tombs or temples are just illusions, myths and beautiful visions created by ancient ancestors based on their own imagination.
Those things that are exaggerated and completed through imagination are only useful to archaeologists and art lovers, and are of little help to Yin Xiu and others at the moment.
But when you know nothing about it, it is necessary to interpret such pillars and find information from them.
"I have heard that in the Gobi Desert in the northwest, a group of natives dug out a tree made of bronze in a bucket. It was as big as a peach tree that could be seen on the road, and it was very lifelike.
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From this, they concluded that it was only in the past thousand years that the place turned into the Gobi Desert. Perhaps in the last thousand years, it was covered with green trees, cattle and sheep, and abundant water and grass.
Hi, in terms of history, although the millennium that the ancestors left their traces is only a few short years, it is actually a huge span, enough for a country or an ethnic group to emerge and perish.
You see, when the merchants were casting these bronze pillars and statues, they thought they would be immortal. But we latecomers all know that Shang was destroyed by King Wu of Zhou. In the battle at Muye, the last human king was completely defeated.
This is only a few words in history books, but it affects a country and an ethnic group.
Were the merchants who forged these great objects exterminated and disappeared from the world, or did they become the people of Zhou and change their appearance and names? ”
Liu Banxian couldn't stop talking while looking at the pillar.
However, no one present felt impatient, because standing in front of such antiquities, even Ren Qi, who was as indifferent as he was, felt that some kind of heavy history was being presented before his eyes.
A few drops of water occasionally splashed from the endless river of time that rushes forward and fall on a person are enough to cover up that person's short life.
Liu Banxian pulled his thoughts back from the ancient times when his ancestors lived, and observed the bronze pillars in front of him.
There are only simple lines at the bottom of the pillars, etched lines, just like the decorations painted on commercial carpets, nothing special.
The light of the fluorite gradually moved upward, and began to reflect some changes in patterns and patterns.
This should be a popular decoration style among merchants' tombs at that time. It has no special meaning, or it just represents "safe entry and exit".
Further up, to a position almost level with the person's chest, the pattern changes.
Liu Banxian took out the handkerchief, dipped it in water and gently wiped off the dust and dirt on it, trying his best to see the carvings on it as clearly as possible.
It was a group of sergeants, wearing armor, carrying flags, leading horses and driving carts, as if they were marching.
Liu Banxian originally thought that there should be the appearance of the tomb owner on it. After all, in many tombs, murals and paintings like this depict scenes of fighting or hunting when the tomb owner was alive.
However, after looking around, he could not find a single highlighted character among this group of sergeants.
Obviously, there is no information about the owner of the tomb.
Liu Banxian also knew very well that the nobleman from the Shang Dynasty they were looking for might have been dug out by the court a long time ago, and he might just find a place to show off.
After all, no one knows which dynasty Muhai'er talked about about the living dead, whether he belongs to the new millennium or the old millennium.
However, when you know nothing, it never goes wrong to know more.
With this thought, he raised the fluorite higher, and finally reached the top of his head.
What is depicted here seems to be a banquet scene, with singers, musicians and guests.
Even through the layers of rust, you can still see the excitement inside, with people drinking, chatting and laughing. The joy and celebration of the banquet shine through from the bronze vessels, making the viewer immersed in the scene.
However, the master's banquet was hidden behind a screen, so no information about his appearance and figure could be found.
Further up, there was a place that Liu Banxian couldn't see clearly even if he stood on tiptoe.
Before he could ask for help, Ren Qi had already taken out a bundle of rope from his bag, tied one end around Liu Banxian's waist, and accurately threw one end to the top of the pillar, catching a certain protruding point.
"Brother Master, where did this rope come from?"
Ren Qi said calmly: "I took it with me. When I first arrived in Hong Kong Island, I thought it would be used to hang myself. Later I used it to tie people up."
Seeing that Liu Banxian was still hesitant, Yin Xiu also said to him: "Don't worry, we will catch you at the bottom, and there are actually many places to step on this bronze pillar. If you find a place to stay, you will definitely not fall off."
"Then if I step on the heads of those priests and fairies, wouldn't I be disrespectful to them?"
Saying this, Liu Banxian still grabbed the rope and stepped on the protruding points on the pillar, climbing up like a rock climber.
In the middle are common myths and legends that lead the tomb owner to heaven, depicting heavenly soldiers and generals, gods and flying dragons, which did not surprise Liu Banxian.
He only took a cursory glance and continued climbing.
Finally, at the top, in the large blank space, he saw a strange sight.
I saw wolves, tigers and leopards on the sculptures, as well as military officers and civilian officials. All the creatures were facing in one direction, worshiping the person on the throne.
The owner of the tomb is probably sitting on the throne, allowing others to worship him.
However, when Liu Banxian lifted the fluorite above to see the face of the tomb owner clearly, he was surprised to find that the face of the gorgeously dressed tomb owner had been destroyed by some corrosive liquid, and he was no longer the same as before. Where the face should have been, there was only a large blank space left.
Someone, don't want others to see the original face of the tomb owner?
Liu Banxian's heart skipped a beat, his head went blank for a moment, and his spine felt chilly. (End of chapter)