Soon, a large piece of mural with a large face was peeled off. Behind the mural, half a carriage painted with colorful paint appeared. The carriage was obviously floating on the clouds. Several women in Mongolian costumes were waiting on the left and right of the carriage.
The owner of the carriage is a fat man, but this man's clothes are very strange.
"I've never seen it before." Wu Xie whispered, suddenly becoming nervous.
This is a narrative mural.
Apparently, someone painted a narrative mural first, but for some reason, replaced it with another one in a hurry. Moreover, time may have been very tight at the time, so even the final steps of the mural outside were not completed.
not done.
"It has something to do with the Heavenly Palace!" Chen Pi Asi looked at the entire mural, then looked at the surrounding environment, and said in a deep voice, "Clear the entire wall and see what the mural is about."
Wu Xie, Fatty, Pan Zi, Hua Monk, Lang Feng and Ye Cheng took action, took out their nails and began to work carefully to peel off the murals on the stone wall.
Cao Ya looked at it but made no move.
If they are interested in this mural, let them do it themselves.
Besides, he's not a nanny.
I lowered my head and ate the canned food. It was steaming hot and tasted delicious.
The others looked back and saw that Cao Ya had heated up the canned food again and were a little speechless. Weren't you full just now?
I don’t know how long I have to stay in this snowy mountain. Brother, please be careful!
They originally wanted to persuade Cao Ya to save some cans. If he stayed for ten and a half days without going out and ate all the cans in advance, wouldn't he starve to death?
But then I thought about it, with Cao Ya's ability, even if he really ran out of food, he could definitely go out and get something to bring back.
You won't starve to death anyway.
They gave up the idea of admonishing, but in fact, there was still an embarrassing thought in their hearts. If Cao Ya didn't listen to the advice and just looked at him coldly, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?
If Cao Ya were to use force, they would probably have no room to struggle and would have to go see the Lord of Hell on the spot.
Withdraw your gaze and focus on the mural.
Large areas of the mural peeled off, and after a while, a colorful and majestic picture gradually unfolded in front of everyone.
There was only the sound of Cao Ya eating around. The wind lantern was raised to the side of the rock wall to enhance the lighting. The dim light shone on the rock, giving people an ancient and mysterious feeling.
The color of the mural is very bright, using a large amount of blood-like red. Under the erratic light source, it shines with the brilliance of colored glaze, as if the whole rock is oozing blood.
"It's incredible that a mural hidden under another layer of paint can be preserved so well!" Wu Xie exclaimed.
Cao Ya shook his head, what does this mean? In those high-level worlds, let alone a mural, a living person can preserve it for you for tens of thousands, even millions of years!
Compared to those, this pales in comparison.
Of course, the world is different and many things cannot be generalized.
"What is this mural about?" The fat man looked a little confused and asked curiously.
The mural is divided into two parts, each describing different things. However, when integrated together, it looks very complete and beautiful.
Wu Xie shook his head and said: "I know very little about Dongxia Kingdom, I don't know."
The others were obviously not proficient and did not speak.
Only Monk Hua's eyes were bright and he said in a slightly high tone: "This should be the scene of the war between Emperor Wannu of Eastern Xia and the Mongols. Look at this person, he should be King Wannu himself. This is probably the legend of the Middle East
The war that destroyed Xia’s country.”
He paced back and forth, marveling at the patterns above, pointing to one side of the mural, where there were a large number of soldiers wearing armadillos and armor, and said:
"This is King Wannu's army."
Then he pointed to the cavalry on the other side and said:
"This is the Mongolian army. You see, the number is far greater than that of the Eastern Xia army. This is an overwhelming war."
There is a scene of flying belemnites on the mural.
The fat man looked at it and suddenly felt something strange, and asked: "Why do the faces of those people in the Dongxia army look like women?"
When other people saw this, they also felt strange, did the Dongxia people rely on women to fight the war? It would be unnatural if the country did not subjugate.
Monk Hua said: "No, this is a characteristic of Dongxia murals. You see, all the people are very handsome. I have also found some strange phenomena in the allusions. It seems that all the people who deal with the Dongxia Kingdom
, it is said that you cannot see old people in Dongxia country, all the people are very young. Koreans say that people in Dongxia keep their youthful appearance even when they die."
Everyone frowned, as if they couldn't figure out why this happened. They could only attribute it to the special customs and habits of ethnic minorities. For some ethnic groups, the elderly were still not allowed to see guests.
"Damn it, if you use this skill now, wouldn't you be able to arbitrarily harvest the wallets of older girls and younger wives? Why should we fight? Wouldn't it be nice to stay at home and count money every day?" The fat man's eyes were hot, he was envious and jealous at the same time.
Unlike others, he fights just for money.
If there was another way to make money while lying down, he would rob tombs because his brain was in trouble.
Wu Xie laughed, he still didn't know his identity and mission.
Men You Ping, Wu San Sheng, Chen Pi Asi, they fight, occasionally for money, but mainly for some unspeakable purpose.
The same goes for Aning's team that we saw earlier.
Maybe guys like Monk Hua, Lang Feng, and Ye Cheng fight for money, but bosses like Chen Pi Asi often have their own purposes in going to the grave.
For this reason, I am not afraid even of death.
The same is true for Wu San Province.
Everyone didn't take it seriously. Who wouldn't be jealous of this technology? The problem is that it's useless to be jealous. Dongxia Kingdom has been destroyed for hundreds of years, so this technology must have been lost.
Everyone continued to watch.
Cao Ya finished eating the canned meat, stood up, and went to look at the murals as well.
Hearing the fat man's sigh, he chuckled to himself. All skills come with a price.
Practicing martial arts requires years and months of hard work.
His penance was completed by himself in other worlds.
Monk Hua pointed to the second part of the mural and said: "This part records the battle. You see, the Eastern Xia people were one against three, but they were shot to death by the Mongols one after another. This war finally turned into
massacre."
"It would be abnormal not to be one-sided. At that time, the Mongols conquered the Eurasian continent. How could the Dongxia people, who were isolated in a corner, be the opponents of the Mongols?" The fat man curled his lips.
Indeed, the Mongols in the twelfth century were extremely powerful in combat.
A large amount of red was used in the mural to express the brutality of the war, which gave a strong sense of immersion. Everyone seemed to see Eastern Xia soldiers falling into a pool of blood one after another. Mongolian cavalry stepped over their corpses and began to burn houses and buildings.
Kill men.
The third part of the mural is pressed behind a huge stone and cannot be removed. It is only estimated to be a continuation of the content here.
Cao Ya had no intention of helping move the boulder.
He is not very interested in this mural, and he is not a nanny, so he needs help with everything.