On the contrary, he was the one who kept a slight smile on his face, an inscrutable look on his face, and waved a folding fan in his hand when others kept chattering away.
But now, the more the other party ignores him, the more unhappy he becomes, so he wants to find a topic to make them pay attention to him.
Along the way, in the limited light of the small oil ball lamp, they stepped down the last step.
At first glance, the space is not big. Compared with the Qianqiu Palace where Xia Zhaoyi and Shen Lie have been, this place is very small.
The walls are not carved, the floor is not paved with bricks, and dilapidated wooden doors are opened one after another on the rock walls.
The wooden doors are arranged irregularly and crookedly, roughly in the shape of a semicircle, surrounding an open space of less than an acre in diameter.
The entire underground space is simple, simple and primitive. In the light of the small oil ball lamp, you can still see some small insects crawling on the rock wall.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at those little bugs and said: "These little bugs are attracted to light. They should hate such a dark place."
Zhao Xun said: "So there may be other exits here?"
"Yeah," Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "Maybe the mountain wall at a certain place is very thin, and these little bugs can come and go freely."
"Ah Li," Shen Lie raised his eyebrows and looked up at the sky, "Look."
Xia Zhaoyi and Zhao Qi looked up at the same time, and saw a painting on the top of the potholes.
However, the bumpy roof does not affect the appreciation of this painting at all. The painter took all the twists and turns of the ups and downs into the painting.
"This idea is really unique," Zhao Yu said, "but what is this painting about?"
"There is a river here." The small oil ball lamp in Shen Lie's hand illuminated a mottled ancient river on the painting.
"These are ceramics," Xia Zhaoyi looked to the other side, illuminating inch by inch with the light in his hand. "Most of them are fish-shaped patterns, which are painted pottery patterns. There are also copper knives, animal bones, bronze ware, jade and stone ware here..."
Xia Zhaoyi suddenly stopped and looked at the huge open space between the river and the ceramics with Shen Lie.
"It's a cemetery." Shen Lie said.
The tombs are arranged orderly one after another, with eight on each side, totaling sixty-four.
There are two huge statues in front of the tomb, symbolizing tribal leaders or kings.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at the formation and said: "It was painted with mineral materials, and the color will last forever. However... this painting gives me a very strange feeling. It has nothing to do with the content, but the painting skills."
Zhao Xun suddenly raised his lips and smiled brightly: "This painting is indeed strange. If you say it has a fine composition, it has no attention to detail and is a mess. But if you say it has no layout, it can completely cover the pits. On the top of the rock wall, when you look at it, there is no confusing feeling of up and down, left and right. Looking at this painting again, it is smooth and neat, horizontal, vertical and arc, left and right are in harmony, the proportion is precise, and the force is even. .But the objects painted are just objects. You can feel the charm of the object slightly, but you cannot feel the spirit and spirit."
"Hard and unintentional." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Well, that's what it means."
"It looks like I painted it." Xia Zhaoyi said again.
"Huh?" Zhao Xun raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Ah Li, you..."
Xia Zhaoyi laughed and said: "What I mean is that this person's painting skills are similar to mine."
She has never been good at painting. What she paints can only let people who look at her paintings understand what she is painting, but it has no artistic conception, no air, and no appreciation value.
She is more suitable for construction drawings, road drawings, or dividing a piece of wood and marking the parts one by one.
"Ah Li," Shen Lie looked at her, "I was thinking of someone."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled slightly: "I think we may be thinking of the same person."
"Who?" Zhao Xi asked.
Xia Zhaoyi turned around and walked towards the wooden door closest to her, saying, "My master and I have been looking for a man named Feng. His name is Feng Qingang, also known as Feng Guoqiao."
Because there was Qian Sibi between them, Zhao Xun raised his heels and his eyes brightened: "Your master, isn't that the old man from Liling?"
"Um."
"What kind of person is this wind crossing the bridge?"
"Evil man." Xia Zhaoyi said, stepping through the open wooden door.
Hidden in the darkness in the distance, Chen Yunqi's heartbeat was racing and he clenched his clothes tightly.
Chu Zheng is inside. There is still light in their hands, so they will definitely find Chu Zheng...
what to do?
Chen Yunqi looked at the wooden door just now, and his eyes darkened.
Ji Sheng walked at the back. As soon as he entered the wooden door, he frowned due to the pungent smell.
"What does this smell like..." Zhao Xi asked.
Xia Zhaoyi said thoughtfully: "Cinnabar, tung oil, salt, perilla, thyme..."
"Will it be poisonous?" Zhao Xi asked worriedly.
"Yes, don't touch it, don't put it in your mouth." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Shen Lie's eyes fell on the torture instruments around him.
Six long tables were placed along the wall. Beyond the tables, there were three weapon racks, all filled with instruments of torture.
The torture instruments were very old and dull in color, but there was not much rust on them.
Shen Lie walked over, looked at it carefully with his dark eyes, and said, "The table is covered with dust and dust, but there is no scratch at all. However, it can be seen that these instruments of torture are often used."
There are more than a hundred torture instruments, large and small.
Xia Zhaoyi closed her eyebrows lightly and realized that she knew all these torture instruments.
Five years ago, in front of Changhe Hall, Master gave her an unnamed book written by Feng Qingang, which contained records of these instruments of torture.
Later, when she went to Mr. Liu He's place, she not only saw the same book, but also found several books written by Feng Qingang, and the contents were even crazier and crazier.
Xia Zhaoyi said: "I think I am not careless in my work, but sometimes I knock things over. It seems that Feng Qingang likes these instruments of torture very much, and handles them with care, for fear of getting hurt. And His Highness Qianqiu's instruments of torture are stained with rust. , are often worn, and in serious cases, even broken into several pieces. From this point of view, this is Feng Qingang's 'home'. He and those people may not be the same, but just 'guidance' or forging those batches. Instruments of torture.”
In addition to the torture instruments, there were several large boxes in the room. Xia Zhaoyi rolled the handkerchief in his arms into a long and thin strip, wrapped it under his nose, tied it behind his head, and then pulled out the dagger.
Before opening the box, she cut the wooden box with a dagger.
The sharp blade that cuts through iron is very fast and indestructible, and can easily cut holes in heavy wooden boxes.
She took out three more soft flat strips and inserted them.
After waiting for a while, Xia Zhaoyi took out a long strip, but the color of the three strips remained unchanged.
"Your Majesty, is Miss Ah Li testing poison?" Ji Sheng asked.
Zhao Xun looked proud: "I just woke her up with a word, and she knew that I was going to test the poison."
"Just these three flat bars? No need for silver needles?"
"I told you to go to the teahouse less often. If you don't believe me, silver needles are not very useful." Zhao Xun looked at the girl, "Anyway, what Ali says is what he says. As a follower of the old man Li Ling, he can't be wrong."
After confirming that it was non-toxic, Xia Zhaoyi used a long needle to pry open the lock on the outside of the box.
As soon as the light of the small oil ball lamp shone over, Zhao Qi seemed to put on a mask of pain and quickly turned his head to the side.
