Chapter 100 Misidentification
Along the way, Xu Shu also found more than thirty kinds of source fruits and leaves, but none of them were what he wanted.
Occasionally, for a moment, he even wanted to randomly pick a high-level source fruit and source leaf, and wait until he got out of here to find an opportunity to trade the third-level source fruit and source leaves to suit himself.
As soon as this thought surfaced, it was suppressed.
He couldn't help but want to look higher.
"No matter what, I will search for another half an hour. If I find nothing, I will go up."
After making up his mind, Xu Shu continued to shuttle among the mountains, flowers, trees, and dangerous peaks and cliffs.
Suddenly, an ancient pavilion with flying eaves and arched corners attracted his attention.
Along the way, he had already noticed that there were a lot of traces of artificial carving on Treasure Island.
But these traces are mostly concentrated in the stone statues and the giant stone steps that wind upward.
But he couldn't find much of a life-like atmosphere, and Xu Shu found this atmosphere in this pavilion nestled among lush bamboo trees and blossoming peach blossoms.
He walked quickly to the pavilion and immediately stared at the round stone table in the pavilion, with nineteen chess paths carved in the center.
He turned his head suddenly. There were still words written on the pillar on the left side of the pavilion, but as time passed, the words became shallow. If you look closely, you can still see them clearly.
It is written on the left: Time is always limited, and Ping'er is the most miserable in her dreams.
The book on the right reads: The mountains and rivers are everywhere in spring, and the cold wind blows through the small building.
"Could it be that there were two people living here before. Ping'er, there are such poignant sentences, could it be that they were still a pair of lovers. The girl's maiden name is Ping'er?" Xu Shu stared deeply, "Since the pavilion is built here, if If someone really lived here, they would definitely not live too far away.”
He had a strong desire to explore the remains of the ancestors who lived here.
At the moment, he drew a circular search area with the pavilion as the center and a radius of 500 meters.
This area seems vast, except for water swamps, dense forests, and grassy slopes, there are not many places that require careful exploration.
In just half an hour, Xu Shu found what interested him.
A twenty-foot-high mountain wall, the warm sunshine shines on the climbing plants all over the wall, like igniting pieces of bright and warm jade.
With his modest knowledge of botany, he also knew that this type of fern would not be able to grow on such a weathered rock wall without artificial transplantation.
Suddenly, he turned his back to the mountain wall and saw what he saw: withered grass and mud, and a few clumps of wild flowers submerged in the stagnant water.
The stream further away has been cut off and diverted due to the plundering of giant sea beasts.
With a flick of the brush, Xu Shu closed his eyes and looked at what he saw in front of him, trying his best to find out the factors involved in external forces and restore the picture before it was destroyed.
Such a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.
In March, warblers fly and grass grows,
On the lush green grass, a pair of beautiful people are walking hand in hand
Flowers and cypresses surround the surroundings, and lush forests and bamboos reflect the belt. about.
There is also the gurgling water drawn from the mountain stream, making nine twists and turns, nourishing the mountains, flowers, grass and trees here, and the scenery is unparalleled.
Suddenly, Xu Shu opened his eyes, with a slight smile on his lips. He picked up a stone and threw it at the mountain wall covered with vines.
With a bang, the stone hit the mountain wall and fell down.
Xu Shu continued to pick up and smash the stone. When he threw the thirteenth stone, it penetrated into the green vine and made a crisp landing sound.
Xu Shu quickly walked to where the stone was submerged, carefully opened a gap, got in, and then sealed the gap with his backhand.
He was striking a match and didn't have time to look around the cave. He looked towards the four walls first.
When a match burned out, he saw oil lamps on all four corners.
He walked in the dark to the left corner closest to him, and lit the match again. There was still caked whale ointment in the oil lamp.
As the oil lamps were lit one by one, the original appearance of the cave was revealed.
This is a huge space of two hundred square meters, only five meters wide and more than forty meters long.
The cave is very warm and has all the utensils commonly used in daily life, all of which are exquisite.
The large carved mahogany bed is almost exactly the same as the large nanmu bed of the palace that Xu Shu saw in "Collection of Ancient Dynasties".
What surprised Xu Shu was that the green vines outside had formed like this, which showed that no one had been here for a long time.
But the cave was spotless, and the brocade quilt embroidered by the former emperor still exuded a soft luster under the light.
"Fengchen eyes."
Xu Shu found a jade toad on the bedside. The jade toad held a piece of money in its mouth. He took a closer look and saw bursts of weak airflow. Overflow through the money hole.
There is no doubt that the money hole in the jade toad's mouth is where Feng Chen's eye is.
This kind of Feng Shui formation has a miraculous effect in cleaning the room. The flowing wind collects dust and can also take away water vapor and keep the cave dry.
Thus, the furnishings in this cave can remain new even after many years of neglect.
Xu Shu carefully rummaged around the room, hoping to find a few words, preferably information about the origin of Treasure Island.
Soon, Xu Shu found three thick books in the drawer of the bedside table.
He was overjoyed and started flipping through it quickly. He had an extraordinary memory, and he could finish flipping through the three volumes in less than half an hour.
What followed was deep disappointment.
These three books did not contain any information he wanted. They were diaries written by a guy named Lou Hanche.
The diary spans three years, and is all about his love and hatred for a woman whose nickname is Ping'er and whose nickname is Su Chenhua.
From the diary, it can be seen that Su Chenhua originally practiced here with Lou Hanche.
Lou Hanche is the path of the body scholar, and Su Chen Hua is the path of the Yin scholar.
While practicing in this paradise, the two parties lived in harmony and lived a happy life.
Until one day, Su Chenhua left without saying goodbye and climbed to the third floor of Treasure Island, without any news.
The diary was started shortly after Su Chenhua left, when Lou Hanche was extremely depressed and started recording.
From the description in the diary, it seems that the spiritual sources that existed on Treasure Island back then were far more chaotic than they are today.
With Lou Hanche’s cultivation as a master of the inner family at that time, he still did not dare to climb the third floor.
Until the end of the diary, Lou Hanche apparently bravely walked to the third floor.
In the diary, Lou Hanche's emotions towards Su Chen's paintings have also undergone tremendous changes, from yearning at the beginning to resentment later.
This can also be seen from the names. At first, they were all called Ping'er, but later, they were all Su Chen's paintings, and even the handwriting became sharper.
Xu Shu closed the three books and put them back to their original positions.
After searching carefully again and confirming that there were no useful resources, Xu Shu exited the cave along the same route.
He didn’t take away the only valuable Fengchen Eye.
In any case, the paradise-like life of a couple of gods and gods was recorded there.
Keep your eyes open for future generations to witness.
After getting out of the green vine, Xu Shu didn't waste any more time. Soon, he found the entrance to the third floor. Just as he was about to step up, he suddenly heard a sharp shout: "Okay, bitch, let's see where you go this time." Run away."
Xu Shu turned around, only to see Ling Tianfang walking forward with a gloomy face. Five people followed him, and they quickly spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Xu Shu.
"Bitch, if you don't surrender and be captured, kneel down and beg for mercy, how long will it take?" Ling Tianfang pointed at Xu Shu and scolded angrily, the superior's aura was released unscrupulously.
Xu Shu finally came to his senses, feeling that this guy thought he was Yan Zi pretending to be.
But I have changed my appearance, and I am no longer the same as when I met him.
How could he still admit his mistake?
Xu Shu quickly calculated his fighting strength and was about to take action. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a man in white walking slowly, and he guessed that Zhong Zhen must be the one.
With this guy here, if a fight really starts, if he can’t kill these people, the thing about pretending to be Yan Zi will definitely be exposed.
Once Ling Tianfang finds out that he is fake, he must find the real one.
He didn't know why Ling Tianfang mistakenly thought that he was Yan Zi, but what he was sure of was that Ling Tianfang must have the secret method to find Yan Zi.
The most troublesome thing is that the hiding place of Yan Zi and others is not far from his current location.
Once Ling Tianfang and others are allowed to search for Yan Zi, it is very likely that they will find Yan Zi.
With his thoughts flashing, Xu Shu took out the boning knife and placed it in front of his neck. His eyes were cold and he said: "Old thief Ling, Liu Sui and Jiao Yong died tragically in your hands, so why should I regret dying? I can't live. Even if I kill you, I will never let you go."
The other hand reached into the Xumi bag, took out the bottle of Mingjia incense given by Qin Bing, and quietly unscrewed the cap.
He didn't know how Ling Tianfang thought of himself as Yan Zi. The only thing he could do now was to strengthen Ling Tianfang's misunderstanding.
At this moment, he pretended to commit suicide, betting on Zhong Zhen's attitude.
At least when he met Zhong Zhen on the sea, it seemed that Zhong Wangsun had a special interest in Yan Zi.
“Bitch, you can’t do anything to me even if you’re alive, and I’m still afraid that you’ll turn into a ghost and cause trouble for me?” Ling Tianfang Jie Jie laughed.
Xu Shu perfectly grasped Yan Zi's fierceness. Not only did Ling Tianfang not be suspicious, he even predicted that Yan Zi would react this way.
"Miss Yan, how could you forget our old friend after such a long separation?" Zhong Zhen walked out of the peach blossom forest slowly, with red lips and white face, her beauty was better than the burning peach blossoms.
He stared at Yan Zi, and saw something was wrong. He walked to Ling Tianfang and whispered: "Mr. Ling, is this really Miss Yan? It's completely different, and her height doesn't match up."
Ling Tian He lowered his voice and said, "Wang Sun has never learned this bitch's magic makeup skills. Apart from being small and short, it's hard to dress up. This bitch is as old as she wants, and as young as she wants. She is so lifelike that it's hard to tell the difference between ghosts and gods."< br>
Zhong Zhen frowned slightly: "What do you mean by being small? Short and difficult to disguise?"
Ling Tianfang said: "Small refers to children. No matter how clever you are in disguise, your appearance can be adjusted. She is childish, but her hands and feet cannot be cut. In the same way, you can't cut off your legs to pretend to be short despite your height. In short, the person in front of you is definitely Yan Zi. You can't be wrong about her stature. He is tall, has big hands and feet, and even his Adam's apple is faintly visible, but he doesn't know that this is what that bitch is good at.
The ghost-faced monkey can't go wrong. On this treasure island, it will only attack that bitch Yan Zi. appeared as a warning. Besides, who else knows about my past with Liu Sui and Jiao Yong? Furthermore, Wang Sun heard carefully that this bitch has a faint scent of virginity. Can men have such a smell? ?”
Zhong Zhen lightly sniffed and smelled a subtle fragrance. Thinking of Yan Zi's pure jade face and Lin Lao Mo's horse face, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
(End of this chapter)