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469 The Dead Man

Xia Zhaoyi holds a grudge.

A few days ago, she covered herself with frost and soaked in the wind, trekking over mountains and ridges to get here. She was extremely tired. The sudden arrows forced her to drag her sleepy body away. She remembered this account.

Several of her subordinates didn't know what she wanted to ask, so they told her the truth.

It turns out it's really you. Xia Zhaoyi smiled and raised his hand to fist him again. I'll go find Shen Lie first. See you later.

Turning around, Xia Zhaoyi looked curiously into the abyss.

In this case, Shen Xu should have brought people here a long time ago, and judging from the scale, there are quite a lot of people.

Xia Zhaoyi frowned slightly when she thought of Shen Xu's purpose of taking away Lao Tong and Zhi Changle to coerce Shen Lie to come here, and what Du Xuan said. It was not the first time that Shen Xu had done this.

The light comes from the sky and shines into the abyss to illuminate the wall. The cable bridges hidden in the shadows are as thin as bamboo chopsticks, as well as the small platforms lit by fire. The weak orange light is as pale as white smoke under the sun.

Shen Lie came down from a hidden stone step. The stone steps became wider and wider, and a rope bridge appeared. At the same time, the stone steps could continue to go down. There were many rope bridges under the rope bridge. It was hard to tell how many there were at a glance. .

Shen Lie took the first step onto the rope bridge, and before he even stepped onto it, the wooden board under his feet fell off.

He looked at the wooden board, then looked up at the long, endless rope bridge in front of him.

The sky above the rope bridge is dim, with dust floating in the soft light.

Shen Lie took a few steps back, then suddenly started to gain momentum and ran toward the cable bridge with long strides, his black clothes like a roaring wind.

As he rushed past, pieces of wood fell into the abyss, dust suddenly rose, and the light spread in all directions.

A large number of wooden boards were missing in the distance. Shen Lie's footsteps did not slow down. He drew out the long sword on his back while sprinting, stabbed it into the cliff with his backhand, jumped up with his strength, stepped on the railing, and continued running as fast as possible. There were no guests. Mountains and seas come in the middle of the moon. In the old dream of the past, peach blossoms are smiling and floating. Rou Gu softly recited and said, it seems, it does not rhyme.

Why rhyme, be familiar with and smile lightly, make it for others to see, and force rhyme? If it is for yourself to see, do it as you like.

Passing guest. Rougu looked at these three words.

Well, the deceased, Shen Xu said.

What do you mean?

Shen Xu smiled again and said softly: Those are the dead people.

Dead Rougu's eyes dimmed slightly. For some reason, when she suddenly heard these words, she felt unspeakably depressed. It's not like she had never killed people before, many people died in her hands.

The dead seemed to be alive again. Shen Shu looked at the calligraphy and paintings and said, "Mountains and seas are coming in the middle of the moon."

How is that possible? Rougu said.

Yes, Shen Xu nodded and said, how is that possible?

Perhaps, the poet was thinking about his old friend and dreamed of his return. Or maybe, the poet was seriously ill, so he placed his hope in the poem, imagining that his soul would return to his hometown after death.

Really? Shen Xu said, with a slight sense of sadness in her voice.

Rou Gu turned to look at him, feeling suddenly sad.

It should be like this, Young Master, Rougu said in a low voice, in this world, there is nothing after death, so

She couldn't speak any more.

Therefore, Shen Xu said, if you want to live, you must live even if you are a beggar, shameless, and even if you are criticized by thousands of people, you must live.

Yes, Rougu nodded and looked at him with firm eyes, I will always accompany the young master.

Shen Xu raised his hand and stroked the calligraphy and painting with his mottled and withered fingers.

The departed guest, he recited softly, and repeated in a murmur, the departed guest

My fingertips brushed over the ink characters, and there were condensation dust on the paper. The slightly protruding touch was rough and abrupt. I wanted to peel it off hard, but I was afraid of damaging the fragile paper.

Except for this one, there were nearly thirty other calligraphy and paintings around, hanging far apart from each other. Shen Shui realized that the seven or eight calligraphy and paintings that he looked at one by one were completely rotten and could no longer be distinguished. Only this one was clear and had no signature. There is no seal, only four lines and two crosses.

After a long time, Shen Xu retracted his arm and said: Let's go.

Holding the torch, he turned and walked towards the next picture.

Looking down one by one, apart from this one, there are also calligraphy and paintings that are still clear.

I was shocked to hear that the country was destroyed, the mountains and rivers were destroyed, and I looked to the north to see the isolated city in danger. When spring comes, the sparrows will return to their nests, and the shadows of the tired birds will return to nowhere. Rougu read, paused, and then said, "Poetry for the subjugation of the country."

There is also no signature.

Shen Xu said: The one who died was Zhang Chao.

Zhang Chao? Rougu was stunned, three hundred years ago? Daqian founded the country?

This kind of paper would not have existed six hundred years ago. This is Yizhou white turtle paper.

Rou Gu stretched out her hand and brushed the calligraphy and painting with her fingertips. There was no roughness at all and no dust on it.

Yes, it is white turtle paper, but it does not have the so-called longevity of a thousand years and a turtle's life. It is more than glossy but not smooth enough.

Nonsense, Shen Shu suddenly smiled and looked at her, wondering what was the point of arguing with a piece of paper.

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