The text is short, with only a few words about Qiao and his brief life.
Xia Zhaoyi looked back at the image of Mr. Qiao on the mural. Judging from the person in the painting alone, there were no easy-to-remember features. It was extremely ordinary.
She walked forward and looked down one by one.
The time interval in the mural spans hundreds of years. The man in the first painting has naturally aged, and the killings continued in his later years.
The Qiao family and his son in the painting immediately surrendered to this man after the first family of ten people was destroyed.
In the next hundred years, they worked hard for their family, camped everywhere, and wiped out sixteen major clans, among which three clans belonged to these ten people.
Among the ten people, including the Qiao family, there were still six clans left. The five clans except the Qiao clan were driven to extinction within a hundred years, and they were hunted down several times until they were desperate.
The ten people in the first generation died one after another in the painting, and their eldest son of the next generation came to power, but the situation did not get better until the noble young man in the fourth painting took action.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at the brightly lit corridor behind him. At least one hundred and thirty years had passed since the fourth painting.
The painter is extremely particular about details, and his identity is distinguished by clothing and hair accessories.
This young man alone, as he was before, is now.
Is it his descendants who put on his clothes, or is it him...?
He led the dynasty army to wipe out the group of butchers. After careful calculation, the butchers were only four generations in total and were all killed.
During these four generations and more than a hundred years, the Qiao family in the painting have been active and not idle. They have done four things in total.
First, they imitated the first generation of butchers and frantically used women's bellies to reproduce, expand the family population, and engage in business and politics to increase their influence. The family was extremely prosperous for a while.
Second, all the fruits of the first ten people were taken away by him. This seems to be the reason why Mr. Qiao wanted to be the lackey of the first generation butcher. The properties of several other families were confiscated by him first, and a large number of books were moved away by them. Those precious treasures
, they also selected them first without telling the butchers.
Third, they massacred in the name of the butcher family, and even used living people to practice spears and arrows. Most of these living people came from the family descendants of the first ten people. Qiao's move was to eliminate the root cause and avoid being revenged.
Fourth, looking for someone. It is not known who to look for, but the Nebula Tower in the fourth painting appears again, and the style of the painting suddenly changes to something weird.
Xia Zhaoyi walked slowly to the thirteenth painting. Only a small half of the mural was painted, and no content could be seen in this small half.
If the author could continue painting, Xia Zhaoyi felt that he would be able to paint at least the fifteenth painting.
She glanced back and saw that the first painting was no longer visible.
For such a huge project, I don't know whether it was the work of one person or the combined efforts of several people. If only one person had worked hard for ten years, it would not be enough to paint these twelve paintings.
The road ahead is another downward step, the slope is much gentler, the terrace is large and wide, and there is still a line of honeysuckle pattern on the terrace.
The long curves on the veins are winding and smooth, and around this curve, fine flowers and leaves and scattered stems and vines are climbing.
There are a large number of mechanism buttons on the wall. They are not hidden deep and are placed there generously. They should not be traps, but are used to prevent pursuing soldiers.
Xia Zhaoyi stepped down the steps, looking around as she walked, and noticed something seemed wrong at the top. She raised the torch high, and above it was a row of spiked nail boards, suspended high in the sky by chains.
The nail plate is at least one foot thick. If the mechanism is activated and it falls down, holes will be cut into the iron plate.
There are no more wall lamps on both sides, but lifting plates gradually appear, also suspended by chains, some rising and some falling.
And, the stone wall "away" to the left and right, like a fan out of the valley, turning into a "chuan". The gap between the middle steps and the stone walls on both sides gradually becomes larger, and finally becomes a cliff of hundreds of feet, while Xia Zhaoyi holds the torch.
The steps running in the middle turned into a lonely wall, standing majestically, with thousands of blades hanging down the wall, stretching straight to the end, deep into the darkness.
The air became more and more humid, and the sound of rushing water could be heard from both sides. She kept walking forward without stopping. The stone path finally reached the end, and she stepped onto the opposite cliff.
The sound of water flow became quieter, and wherever the firelight shone, very strange floor tiles appeared on the ground. Called floor tiles, it looked more like the earth was intertwined and cut into square pieces of land by straight horizontal and vertical lines.
The further you go, the more green moss grows on the ground, and eventually it gradually turns into a lawn.
Not only lawns, but also flowers and long grass.
A cold wind blew from high in the sky. Xia Zhaoyi looked up, her broken hair on her forehead was blown away by the wind, and the torch in her hand swayed gently in the wind, illuminating her smooth and beautiful face.
The huge cave entrance is open on the high roof in front, with a diameter of about half a mile. Outside the cave entrance, there is a dim moon, few stars, and the chirping of birds and insects.
Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly and closed her eyes.
The entire space turned into nothingness and shattered into powder particles. From the moment she stepped into Junneixiang, the rocks on the earth, vegetation, flowers and birds, grew forward step by step like lotuses.
The huge Junnei Township was rebuilt, houses rose from the ground, and the river flowed through the mountains. Her eyes went all the way up to the Zisu Dyeing House, and then extended all the way to Sanbai Mountain, landing from the northwest, leading to Zhaishuiling.
After leaving Zhaishuiling Village, by the North River, up to the high mountains, and then to the peach grove in the south, the bamboo garden was dismantled, went deep into the dark passage, stepped into the abyss, and then turned back to the north.
The Dianqing River rushes south, winding around mountains and gorges. A long straight road starts from the Chen Family Ancestral Hall, passes through half a Hengxiang, passes by the Perilla Dyeing House, and then ends at Zhaishui Ridge.
The sky-blue water of the Cang Cang River suddenly broke open, and the soldiers who were sinking came out of the water.
The strong wind swept over them and over the mountains. She walked straight up the cliff, like a sharp blade, straight into the northwest.
Xia Zhaoyi slowly opened her eyes, and the starry sky fell into her eyes, but the look in her eyes was astonished.
According to the spatial distance and her sense of direction, the cave here is already on the other side of the Dianqing River.
However, how is this possible? Could it be another cave under a river?
But this is the Dianqing River. The Dianqing River can irrigate hundreds of miles of incense. How can it be compared to the river that flows through Longyuan on Longdan Mountain.
Either it is truly a miraculous creation of heaven and earth, or it is her perception error.
Due to environmental restrictions, although the grass here is messy, it is not so lush that there is nowhere to stay.
A conspicuous tunnel entrance appeared on the road. Looking at the direction of the surrounding roads and the long grass guide, it appeared that the road leading to the tunnel entrance had been stepped on.
The entrance of the tunnel was not small, and there were about two pedestal beds put together. Xia Zhaoyi did not go down rashly, fearing that the air below could not tolerate living things. She squatted near the entrance of the tunnel, wanting to experiment with fire first.
As soon as he squatted down, a stench hit his face.
The stench was worse than Jiangmei's rotting corpse.
The smell is mixed with feces and urine, the smell of rancid food, and the moldy smell of a humid environment.
The firelight illuminated it, and a long stone staircase appeared, and at the same time, the sound of a chain suddenly sounded.
Xia Zhaoyi was startled when she heard wailing and inarticulate voices coming from below.
