Chapter 606 Isn’t This My Home?
In a small inn halfway towards Jingshan.
The doors and windows of a room on the second floor were closed, and six people were sitting around a table.
There were six sheets of rice paper on the table that were still wrinkled even after being unfolded. The graffiti on the paper were real graffiti. Apart from the ink marks here and there, there was no connection between them and the painting.
The old man's mouth twitched in disbelief. "Is this really painted by Bai Xiaofeng? Grandpa understands. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. His disguise skills are superb, so it's understandable that his paintings aren't that good-looking. Just like Grandpa is good at playing with poisons, but knows nothing about playing with Gu... But this is too outrageous, isn't it? Is this a painting? This is a ball of ink! Even three-year-olds in our Tubei Village wouldn't draw like this! Oh my goodness, grandson... Don't throw away these papers after you use them. Grandpa will take them back so that everyone can come and appreciate your godfather's calligraphy!"
Even though Su Wu and Xiao Maisui wanted to say something for Uncle Changdong, they really couldn't find anything to praise about these calligraphy works.
Yang Zhi didn't understand what was going on, so he didn't say anything.
Tianbao and Bai Yu looked at each other, smiled, and each took a piece of rice paper and folded it into a hexagon.
"When my godfather gave me these paintings, he asked me if I still remembered the Six Palaces Formation. This formation is the union of the six palaces. When separated, they are mediocre, but when combined, they are deadly."
“The ink on the painting is lumpy and appears to have been smeared randomly, but within it lie deeper traces, like meridians. The paths of these meridians are actually very detailed, but they are not obvious when viewed in isolation.”
In just two sentences, all six paintings had been folded into hexagonal shapes. At this time, the exposed side of each piece of drawing paper was left blank, and the area stained with ink either occupied half of the side or a corner.
When the six palaces are combined into one, the painting presented to the public is completely different.
It is still based on large areas of black ink, but those chaotic meridians are miraculously connected to form a complete topographic map.
"This should be the treasure trove." Bai Yu tapped the only node on the meridian with his fingertips. "But this topography map doesn't match any other places in the Central Plains. It's not the Central Plains."
Yang Zhi, who had been sitting silently, suddenly stood up, his eyes wide open as he pointed at the nodule. "Isn't this my home? Old Bay! Luosong Village! This topographic map shows the canyon forest next to Houhai, outside the borders of Nansangxi! The building next to the node was the earthen artillery tower at the entrance of our village, but it collapsed thirty years ago. I was six years old at the time, so I just happened to remember it!"
Wu looked up at him, "..."
What a coincidence, isn't it?
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Yang Zhi was extremely excited because he could make money by taking on this business and return home at the same time.
"That map isn't in the Central Plains, nor is it in the Outer Realm. Our Luosong Village is located alone next to the Houhai Canyon Forest. It's a small, abandoned village, but because of its isolation, life, while hardship-ridden, is still relatively stable."
"I'm guessing that map of your magical weapons must be very old, at least drawn a hundred years ago. With the passage of time, the continent is constantly changing, and many places are no longer the same as they were before. It's a good thing you came to me, otherwise you might not have found the treasure, hahahaha!"
"It's fate, it's all fate! Everyone, this... hahaha, this can be considered as an extra big favor to you, right? I really did my best! I always put the guests first. I didn't even go in before they arrived at my doorstep! Isn't that hahaha..."
A damp and dark tunnel, illuminated by a few torches.
The six people groped their way inside, and the entire tunnel was filled with the echo of Yang Zhi's quacking.
The five people walking in front were quite helpless, but also very amused, and answered in unison, "Yes, add money!"
Yang Zhi, “Hahahaha!”
After nearly two months of travel, the group finally arrived at the forest outside Nansang Houhai. Without wasting a moment, they started looking for treasure.
In fact, the few of them didn’t care much about whether there was any treasure at the treasure spot or what kind of treasure it was.
But the Human King must be made to eat dust.
This is the real purpose of this trip.
The Mohists concocted their magic weapons hundreds of years ago, which is so long ago that many places on the topographic map no longer match.
It was indeed as Yang Zhi said, without him, it would have been difficult for them to find the right location.
Add money.
"The Mohist school's research on mechanisms is difficult for people today to match. This tunnel must be more than hundreds of years old, but it shows no signs of collapse and retains its original appearance." Tian Bao held up a torch and wiped the stone wall of the cave with one hand. It felt cold and dusty, but there was no sign of water seepage. It was hard to imagine that this tunnel was by the sea.
"The tunnel must have been protected by a mechanism, so that it could be preserved intact until now." Bai Yu took two steps in front of her and carefully blocked her behind him to prevent any mechanism from accidentally hurting anyone.
"That's what we said, but we've walked for at least several miles, right? We haven't seen any mechanism. Could it be that the Mohists didn't design any mechanism in the tunnel at all? Or are the mechanisms malfunctioning after hundreds of years?" Although the old man Du said this, he was also extremely cautious while walking. He followed every step carefully and didn't dare to walk around randomly, lest his grandchildren come back to save him.
Grandpa's poison skills are of no use here.
Little Wheat Ear walked behind the old man, intentionally or unintentionally protecting the younger generation's empty door that he had revealed. "The reason why the Mohist School concocted the magic weapon in the past was actually to preserve the tribesmen who were killed. This is how they continued their lives, allowing them to continue living in the world and comforting the hearts of the living.
Whether this practice is good or bad is a matter of opinion, but it is undeniable that the original creator had a heart of love for his people.
I guess there were no obstacles along the way because there were no obstacles in the tunnel at all.
The ancestors of the Mohist school must have been worried that if they set up a mechanism, they would accidentally injure the divine weapons hidden in the tunnel.
And now that they have concocted it, they don't want the magic weapon to never see the light of day and only live in a dark and cold cave under the sea.
They may be hoping that one day someone will return to the world with divine weapons."
Su Wu pursed his lips and said, "However, human hearts are complicated. If it falls into the hands of greedy people, the magic weapon may not be able to live a normal life. Instead, it will be used by others and become a killing weapon for profit."
Just like Nan Sang before, they did not treat the magic weapons well after getting them. They did not regard the magic weapons as human beings at all. In their eyes, the magic weapons were no different from lifeless swords.
The ancestors of the Mohist school were very wise. I wonder if they ever thought about what kind of treatment the magic weapon would suffer after it appeared in the world.
A few people walked in and chatted casually.
The terrain of the tunnel is not complicated, except for a few confusing side branches.
At the innermost part, there is a huge cave with stone coffins standing like a forest.
Each sarcophagus was opened and found to be empty.
The air in the cave was still cold and damp. One could faintly hear the sound of waves outside and smell the salty smell of seawater.
The light from a few torches was surrounded by darkness, and the halo seemed small and weak. Being here felt as if you had entered the eerie and creepy underworld.
Tianbao and his group stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the scene in front of them, all pursed their lips and said nothing.
Wang Bai and his companions had lived here before, sleeping in those cold and hard stone coffins and spending hundreds of years in darkness.
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