The Great Lake is not a backwater. Although it is adjacent to the Dianqingjiang River, its water comes from the northwest and does not belong to the Dianqingjiang River system.
The entire Nebula Tower sits in the middle of a large lake with a very long shoreline, surrounded by green mountains and lush forests, far away from the world.
To the north of Nebula Tower are the ancient and primitive mountains of the earth, which are mysterious and unpredictable. All their secrets and secrets are to the south of Nebula Tower.
When the sun sets over the mountains and beautiful waters, and night slowly falls, a very sharp whistle sounds from the high tower of the Nebula Tower, calling everyone to go back immediately.
They searched for a whole day, but could not find the man and woman. The forest was too deep, the vegetation was too abundant, and there were dozens of miles of wetlands and tidal flats, and the other party left no trace at all.
After returning, a new group of crossbowmen were replaced and they continued to guard in the dark.
Everyone in the hall once again discussed the topic of leaving or not.
Since we went out to look for people today and no one was injured, most people present felt that the man and woman had gone back. Maybe they would come with tens of thousands of troops early tomorrow morning.
The long guard finally sent someone upstairs to invite Nangong Qiuming.
Nangong Qiuming still didn't want to go downstairs.
He, Mrs. Chen, and Guo Guan stayed in the house for the whole day. The wooden boxes beside the table were all opened, and they were all buried with funerary objects.
Tianming went back to the main hall downstairs to report. Everyone was angry, but the anger did not last long. One of his subordinates came to report, saying that Fang Zhenwan had finally taken care of the bodies of all the Fang family children, but the cemetery he chose was Qu Anling, and it had already been started.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Liao Shenggui jumped up and yelled: "This is unreasonable! They deserve it too!"
After scolding him, he walked out quickly.
The others hurriedly caught up with him.
Xia Zhaoyi and Shen Lie stood in the dark by the lake, watching them run away.
Xia Zhaoyi held a piece of cloth in his hand, which was cut from the corpse of a member of the Fang family.
In the other hand is a broken branch, with green sap dripping from the top of the branch.
She has slightly trimmed it, but with her skillful hands, she can make a smooth and smooth pen with just a few cuts.
She and Shen Lie set foot on the entire lakeside that day, and the huge and beautiful landscape turned into emotionless lines in her paintings.
Shen Lie was holding a small bundle in her hand, and her tall and slender figure stood behind her like a barrier.
The two watched the hundred people go away, and then looked towards the end of where they were running.
"Do you think there will be a fight?" Xia Zhaoyi whispered.
"With the long guard here, it shouldn't happen."
"He is really not simple," Xia Zhaoyi retracted his gaze, drew the last few strokes on the cloth, and said, "Those people all obey him."
Shen Lie frowned lightly and expressed his suspicion: "I think he has been a soldier, and he is a soldier of the Jiangnan Barracks."
Xia Zhaoyi paused with his pen and raised his eyes to look at Shen Lie: "Why do you say it's from Jiangnan Barracks and not other barracks?"
"The sword that Fang Zhenwan used to stab the old man in cloth was very similar to the grappling technique used in the Jiangnan barracks, as well as the formation and posture of his men when they led the men away."
Xia Zhaoyi said thoughtfully: "It's a pity that he doesn't talk much. Otherwise, you can listen to his words to see if he has a Jiangnan accent."
"Many of his men should have served as soldiers with him."
"Otherwise, let's catch one and ask him?"
"If you think you can take action, I will listen to you."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly at him and looked back at those people who were leaving.
After a while, Xia Zhaoyi said softly: "Shen Lie, I always feel that this trip to Hengxiang is weird. It's not just me, I seem to have a relationship with you invisibly."
Shen Lie looked at her profile and said seriously: "That's not the case. Whether Shen Shuangcheng or my grandfather, they have been to Hengxiang or what they have done in Hengxiang, it has nothing to do with me. The same is true for you. , Ah Li, you are not from the Qiao family."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled, looking over there with a deep look: "They say that place is called Qu'anling. Do those coffins look familiar to you?"
Shen Lie frowned and thought back, shaking his head: "No."
"A few decades ago, in a small riverside village in Kuozhou, eighty-six coffins suddenly floated up the river. It was said that they were all the Qiao family members."
"That's what you're talking about," Shen Lie also looked over there, "Well, I've heard about it. I know what you mean. After comparing it like this, they are really similar."
The canal is located outside the swamp and within the wetland. Half of it is in a small cave with ventilation on all sides, and the other half is on a lake that is only about six or seven acres in size.
There are about thirty golden nanmu coffins floating on the lake, linked to each other by iron chains, and they are all exquisitely carved, with auspicious animals sitting on them.
Looking at the individual coffins, the coffin containing the Qiao family would not be so delicate, but both of them are floating on the water.
Thinking of this, Shen Lie thought of the tombstone he saw as he passed today and said, "Based on the year on that tombstone, it seems to be close to the time of the eighty-six coffins in Kuozhou."
"I guess there may be sacrifices between the two." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"You mean, use the Qiao family to sacrifice the dead in these golden trees?"
"Yeah, but this is just my guess. I have to find someone to ask, do you still remember Yang Guanxian?"
"Remember, the elder brother of the Yang family triplets is the boss of Zuixian Tower." Shen Lie said.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded: "Yeah."
She looked back at the cloth in her hand: "As for here, the general terrain and institutions will not change. Just let them be in chaos. We will come back next time."
Shen Lie also looked over and frowned: "I'm afraid the civil strife won't last long. From their standpoint, they should be afraid that we will come back with our troops tomorrow and attack them. So they should probably run away."
Xia Zhaoyi sighed softly and said with a smile: "Yes, it's a pity that we can only let them escape. But when they leave to study, Mouye starts to fight again, the world is in turmoil, and heroes from all walks of life fight against each other. The two of us are each the commander-in-chief of the army, so nothing can happen to either of us, nor can we easily send troops here."
Shen Lie smiled lightly, pleased with the second half of her sentence, and said gently: "Ali, you are very important, not only to yourself, but also to Xia Jiajun, and... me."
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes were bright and she looked at him without blinking. The moonlight tonight was brighter than yesterday. The half-full moonlight fell on her beautiful and plump face, making her heart beat like a deer. When he was about to say something to break the silence, Xia Zhaoyi walked sideways towards Taolin and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I cherish my life very much. This life of mine is precious, so every day I Have a good time."
His stern gaze became intense. After she turned around, those emotions could no longer remain calm and turned into a jar of strong wine in his dark eyes.
Not only because of her casual words just now, but also because he thought of the drawing papers he brought from the cave in Ruan's family's mountain.
It takes courage to face the torture of her death. He didn't want to look, but he tried to find clues and had to look.
Her life is of course precious, how precious it is.
The wind blew in the forest, and the water took advantage of the wind and flowed eastward. Silent and silent, it followed her. Several large birds flapped their wings in the sky, overlooking the mountains, rivers and land. They passed over their heads and were far away in an instant.
Several of the birds have small bamboo tubes tied to their legs. They will carry these bamboo tubes with them to various places in the world.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyes to look at them, then calmly looked back.
These birds are professional messenger birds, but it's a pity that she doesn't have a crossbow with enough range.
