Just when Dai Daojin turned around and went back to the house, the door of the small courtyard two houses away from him opened. A gray-haired old man and a middle-aged man left the house and walked out of the city with a bamboo pole on their backs.

This gray-haired old man has an unattractive appearance and is somewhat lean. He is dressed in gray clothes and carries a bamboo pole like an old farmer in the field, but his eyes are unusually deep, revealing a sense of wisdom.

This person is none other than Bei Shengtian, the best player in the world, and the middle-aged man next to him is his disciple Li Tongzhi. The two of them went out to check today as usual.

After the two people left the city, they walked forward silently without speaking.

After walking for more than an hour, the two of them reached the foot of a mountain and began to climb the mountain in silence again.

The two of them climbed for half an hour before they reached the Jingyan Peak of Thousand Miles Hill.

Climb up to Beishengtian and look into the distance, overlooking the entire Liuma Plain. The mountains in the distance stretch like a dragon, and the power of heaven and earth and the majesty of nature are breathtaking.

The two of them looked at each other for a while and then took off their backs.

Take off the gray cloth on the back basket, take out paper and pen, pickaxe, rope, compass and other things from it. The back basket is like a treasure chest.

Bei Shengtian held a compass and Li Tongzhi held a pen and paper. They walked along the mountain road and looked at the terrain while walking.

When he arrived at a place, Bei Shengtian stopped and looked at the compass in his hand and the terrain in the distance.

Suddenly, he said with a look of admiration: "It's really a miraculous craftsmanship."

Li Tongzhi asked: "Master, what's wrong?"

Bei Shengtian said: "Tongzhi, do you still remember what we saw last time we entered Jingyan Palace?"

Li Tongzhi pondered for a while and said: "Master, you are saying that after looking at the location of Jingyan Palace that day, you found that there is a mysterious fit with the three walls and twenty-eight constellations in the sky, and the movement of the five stars, the sun and the moon, so you deduced that it is not at all

It was built by Zhao Beimei, the legendary brother of Song Taizu, and may have taken longer."

Beishengtian stroked his beard and said: "Yes, the Zhao family has never allowed outsiders to explore this place. Now that the artifact has been moved, we can have a closer look. Every plant and tree in the palace is arranged in a mysterious sequence. It is not Heluo."

Logical calculations or the Eight Trigrams of successive heavens and successive heavens. Everything here operates according to the way of heaven, earth and man, without artificial hands. Heaven is the stars in the sky, and humans are the palaces we can see with the naked eye. Only 'earth' cannot be guessed. I am a teacher.

The inference should be that there is something mysterious beneath our feet."

Li Tongzhi was startled and said: "Master said that there is a secret passage deep underground in Jingyan Peak."

Bei Shengtian shook his head slightly, "If it's just a simple secret passage, it's not worthy of such a big deal. It should be hiding a big secret."

Li Tongzhi became very curious and asked: "Master, can you figure out how to get into the underground?"

The reason why he asked this question was not to use manpower to excavate, but because the master and the apprentice had been observing the geographical terrain during this period of time and observed that Jingyan Palace and the bottom of Jingyan Peak were filled with a kind of hard and healing fine steel.

Not to mention using manpower to excavate the marble, even if it is blasted with artillery, it will not be effective.

When Bei Shengtian heard his disciple's question, his old eyes flashed, and he said with some excitement: "In the past six months as a teacher, I have been observing the terrain and looking up at the stars, and finally found a way to get into the underground of Jingyan Palace. The answer is Lieutenant General

Untie."

Li Tongzhi hurriedly asked: "How to enter?"

Bei Shengtian regained his excitement and said: "The method has been found, but more preparations are needed, and the time has not come yet, so it is useless to talk more."

Li Tongzhi nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The two continued to survey the terrain, trying to make things perfect.

…

Time is like running water, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

Bei Shengtian and Li Tongzhi didn't know when they discovered a stall set up in front of a house on the corner of the street.

The stall owner is a young man with a handsome face. The stall is filled with nothing but small wood carvings, including people, animals, scenery and objects. The wood carvings are lifelike and lifelike.

On this day, Bei Shengtian was resting in the small courtyard he rented. The door was pushed open and Li Tongzhi walked in.

Bei Shengtian saw the objects in his hand and asked with a smile: "Tongzhi, when did you also like these small objects?"

Li Tongzhi came over, sat down, put the wooden carving in his hand on the stone table, and said with a smile: "I bought this thing for my little grandson."

Bei Shengtian was stunned. He was stunned not because of the wood carving, but because he saw a wound on Li Tongzhi's right hand and some blood stains dripping down to the hem of his clothes.

Seeing the expression on the master's face, Li Tongzhi explained: "I just passed by the street and saw the vivid wood carvings on the stall. I thought that my little grandson was born not long ago and we don't know when we will go back, so I thought of giving him a gift.

He bought one, but unexpectedly the stall owner's carving knife accidentally dropped to the ground. The disciple didn't pay attention at the time and just picked it up."

"But who would have thought that the carving knife actually had no handle. It was a blade with two sharp edges. I accidentally cut my palm and bled a little."

Only then did Bei Shengtian understand that although their master and apprentice were great experts in civil engineering, their martial arts skills were mediocre.

Li Tongzhi smiled and said: "The stall owner was kind-hearted. He spared the cost of the wood carving and insisted on taking me to see a doctor. I didn't go."

Bei Shengtian smiled and looked at the wood carving on the stone table. The wood carving was quite strange. It clearly had the face of a monkey, but it was wearing human clothes, holding a stick, and grinning. It was quite funny.

There are only some red blood stains on the bottom edge of the wood carving, which must have been accidentally stained by the apprentice.

Bei Shengtian was quite apologetic and said with emotion: "Thank you, Tongzhi, for thanking you for your hard work. Your grandson was born, but you never had time to go back and see him. So you can only use wood carvings to express the pain of missing him."

Li Tongzhi took the wood carving in his hand, rubbed it, shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, what did you say? Without you, I would have died in that wilderness long ago."

Bei Shengtian smiled and said nothing.

At night, the master and the disciple fell asleep.

In Li Tongzhi's room, on the table near the window, a wooden sculpture was placed there quietly under the cold moonlight.

At this time, there was a small courtyard not far away.

Dai Daojin sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed. On the table three feet away, there was a strange blade with both ends open and shining with a cold light. There were some scattered wood carvings on the table.

His mind was silent in the nebula, and he used blood as a medium to sense from a distance. Following the vague spiritual sense, he could faintly sense a weak spirit, echoing with him from afar.

Not far from here.

…

Li Tongzhi, besides surveying the terrain with his master every day, would often take out the wooden sculpture and play with it in his hands.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously, as if he was imagining a lively and lovely grandson.

Unknowingly, a ray of spirituality became firmly attached to this small wooden sculpture over time.
Chapter completed!