"The pearl on the palm of the hand when the Fan and the Han are united? What is this?"

Mustache explained to me that the Xixia script was originally a dead script, so since the Ming Dynasty, historians have encountered great obstacles and difficulties when studying Xixia culture.

It was not until the beginning of the 20th century that the Russians smuggled cultural relics and documents from Heishui City in Xixia, and they unexpectedly discovered a classic called Palm Pearls of the Heshi of Fan and Han Dynasties from a large number of documents.

This thing is actually a dictionary for the translation of Xixia and Chinese characters. Based on this, a large number of Xixia characters have finally been reinterpreted. However, Xixia characters are too complicated (I deeply feel this, Xixia characters seem to be specially designed to challenge human eyesight).

and memory), it is said that there are no more than thirty people in the country who can memorize it by heart. I believe that Mustache is definitely not one of them. Therefore, if there is no "Zhangzhangzhu" between Fan and Han, these two books will never be

To ordinary people, the sheepskin books brought back from the ancient city of Bantuo are like heavenly books.

But the thin booklet in the box is even more outrageous. It is full of weird symbols, which are more obscure than Xixia characters. I have never seen even one of them. Since these things are hidden in the mandala,

This shows that they have the value of being preserved. This ancient booklet should contain some very important information.

"As you can see, many people took the risk to rush to Ban Tuo's mandala to take away this box. Therefore, I have an intuition that the parchment should be related to the Xixia bronze medal as a whole." Xiao Xiao

Beard put away the box and said, "We are going to decipher these two parchments."

Mustache said that he would interpret the parchment in a short period of time using the palm beads of Fan and Han, and then we would study it together. I was a little at a loss for a while, because in my impression, Mustache was a toad.

Yes, you poke it with a stick and it will bark. If he had maintained a calm and silent attitude, I wouldn't be surprised, but if he took the initiative to say something, it would be abnormal.

Sure enough, after we talked for a while, Mustache turned the conversation to Cao Shi. The monk probably told him about my secret conversation with Cao Shi on the road, so Mustache asked me the specific content of the conversation.

I'm not entirely sure how much information Cao Shi's story contains that I can understand, but it's definitely impossible for me to tell Xiaohu everything at this time.

I'm not very good at lying, so I seemed hesitant when I was formulating words. Mustache probably saw my hesitation. He didn't ask further questions and said calmly: "I will only tell you one thing, whether you believe it or not."

"What?"

"There are many people doing this, but the information everyone has is one-sided and limited, so no one can do it. In other words, the more comprehensive the information you get, the greater the chance of success. We are mutual

It’s beneficial. When I get benefits, you will also get corresponding benefits.”

I hesitated for a while. Before leaving, Cao Shi warned me again and again not to interfere in these things. But in my current situation, what will be the consequences if I leave Xiaohu? I can't see through him for the time being, but there is one thing.

Both Ma Dad and I agreed that Mustache is very capable.

So I thought about it and picked up some details that could be mentioned that were not too important and told him. The specific content of the old man's fight with Xue Jinwan was omitted.

Mustache listened to my words quietly and slowly leaned against the back of the sofa: "Cao Shi said, Wei Changkong started to get involved in this matter in 1993?"

"That's what he said."

"Then let me tell you." Mustache leaned his upper body over, looked into my eyes, and said, "Cao is really lying!"

"How do you know he's lying?"

"Let's not mention anything else for now. In terms of time, Cao Shi's words are just a big joke." Mustache retracted his gaze and said: "Did Wei Changkong only start to be exposed to these things in 1993? He has nine brothers, at least

Four died in this incident."

"What did you say?" I was immediately surprised and wanted to refute Mustache immediately, but after thinking about it more carefully, it seemed that I really couldn't produce any concrete evidence to refute him.

Many people know that except for Lao Qi and Lao Ba, all the members of the Wei family's Nine-fold Sect died very young, but no one knows how they died. I have never asked the old man about these things, and he has never mentioned them.

The rumors about the Wei brothers have long been lost to time, but when Mustache said it, it carried a lot of weight. I couldn't help but squint at him, how old is he? He looks like he is in his mid-thirties at most, why?

Maybe you know the secrets of those old millet and rotten sesame seeds?

In fact, I know very well that Cao Shi did not explain the matter to me thoroughly. Among the secrets he told me, many of them were very obscure. There is only one central idea, that is, everything about the Xixia Bronze Medal is very complicated, and

It's very dangerous. Please don't join in the fun.

Especially when Cao Shi told me, the situation was special. He was seriously injured and felt that he couldn't survive it, so he kindly reminded me of this. He had no motive to deceive me, and he had no need to deceive me.

Who should I trust?

These things have already passed and have little to do with me, but they make me feel very lonely. I will not doubt Cao Shi, but the invisible people I see around me always

Makes me feel lack of trust and security.

We rested for a while to fully recover from our overstretched physical strength. Lao Gong and Bai Yin were nowhere to be found, and Huaiqinglin, who made me most curious, was also missing. When everything returned to normal, Xiao Hu took us to set off.

He arrived in Yinchuan. He would stay in Yinchuan for a few more days to thoroughly interpret the two parchments.

As soon as I arrived in Yinchuan, I completely relaxed physically and mentally. Returning from the deserted desert to the bustling city, I felt like a person who had been wandering for a long time returned to his hometown. The mustache and the monk also seemed very relaxed. Only Ma Dad was secretly talking to me every day.

I thought, this time Xiaozhu and the others got a lot of benefits, and they must give us a generous portion.

We stayed in Yinchuan for two days, and Mustache didn't mention the matter of interpreting the parchment again, but I guessed that he must have made arrangements secretly. That night, he took us out to eat and try snowflake mutton. We were in the hotel

I asked for a private room, and four people sat at a large table for twelve people. It was empty but looked very grand. Ma Dad loved this feeling, so he took the recipe and ordered the meaty ones in one go.

The food was very good, at least to my taste. While eating, Ma Dad kept winking at me and asking me to talk about the sharing. Chinese people have always had this concept, and it is convenient to discuss things at the wine table.

I wouldn’t go to Mustache and the others to ask for money, but Ma Dad kicked me under the table, pretended to cough, covered half of his face with his hands, winked at me, and complained that I wasn’t thick-skinned enough. I poured a glass of wine and gave it to him, asking for

He shut his mouth for the moment.

While we were eating, the door to the private room was gently pushed open. The waiter who had just served us said sorry and then told us that there was a guest in the next room who wanted to see Wei Tian.

"Who's next door?" Ma Dad asked immediately, looking the waiter up and down.

"I don't know, I'm only responsible for taking messages for the guests." The waiter avoided Ma Dad's questions, gently closed the door and left.

We all put down our chopsticks immediately, and there was a vague atmosphere of tension. Who could be next door? Not only did he know my name, but he also knew our whereabouts, and he even followed me all the way to the restaurant.

"Monk, how do you do this secret work? People follow you all the way without knowing it." Ma Dad got up and searched back and forth on the wall, trying to find a small hole to peek into the next door.

"I'll go take a look first." The monk pulled the chair and was about to stand up. Mustache motioned him to sit down and not to move.

At this time, I was desperately thinking, who could be next door? My social circle is very narrow, except for people from Jiangbei, I have almost no friends.

"They shouldn't be hostile." Xiaozi said, "Otherwise they wouldn't come so blatantly to call people."

"What should I do? Do I want to see them?" I was confused and had no idea, so I could only consult Mustache.

"Monk, stay here. I'll accompany you to take a look."

We opened the door. The restaurant was doing very well. The first floor was bustling with people. There were waiters hurriedly passing by in the corridor of private rooms on the second floor. There were also guests who were blushing from drinking and talking at the door of the private rooms.

I kept my mind calm, no one would be violent in a place like this.

But I was a little nervous subconsciously. To be honest, there are certain aspects of the mustache that I admire very much. The color remains unchanged despite the overwhelming weight, and the ability to remain calm all the time is a prerequisite for doing great things.

Mustache turned around and patted my shoulder gently, telling me not to be nervous. Then he knocked on the door next door, and within a minute, the door opened.

There were three people in the room, one was sitting and the other two were standing. They only ordered a few dishes in a symbolic way, and the one sitting didn't even move his chopsticks. These three people were obviously not here to eat, but to eat.

To see me.

Someone pulled out the chairs for us, and Mustache and I sat side by side opposite that person. At this time, I couldn't help but wonder, why would such a person come to me?

I didn't say anything, secretly guessing the origin of this person. Mustache calmly wrote a name on the palm of my hand, which made me shiver slightly.

Before I knew the identity of this person, I was only surprised, but after Mustache wrote the name, I felt a little more stressed, suspicious, and deeply surprised.
Chapter completed!