Suddenly, there was a light in front of Jingzhou, and he saw twinkling lights and several Mohist disciples standing next to the torches. One of them said: "I don't know when it happened. Several commanders were summoned by the giants. It was Commander Jing Ke. This time
They all rushed back from outside, hehe, let me guess, is it because the giant wants to pass Mo Mei to Jing Ke to command?"
Another disciple said: "Commander Jing has a bold temperament, strong martial arts, and he is very close to our brothers. If the master passes Mo Mei into the hands of Commander Jing, I think the brothers will be very supportive." After saying this, the Mohist disciple hit him.
Yawning, I felt my eyelids were heavy and sleepiness was rising.
"Ha~~"
Several Mohist disciples who were standing by also yawned and casually replied, "Who says it's not true?" Then they closed their eyes and fell asleep.
Jingzhou walked past a group of Mohist disciples and said with a smile: "It's a pity that fate has played a trick on us. Your Commander Jing may not have this opportunity."
At this time, the sound of water was rushing, and a waterfall in the southeast was seen pouring down from above, like the Milky Way hanging upside down and a jade dragon flying into the sky.
Below the waterfall is a large lake, and all the water flowing down from the waterfall pours into this lake.
The water of the lake is extremely clear. Through the subtle light, you can see the densely packed gears of different sizes deep in the lake bottom.
The gears rotate in an orderly manner, and ripples float in circles.
Jing Zhou glanced at it with interest and thought: "This lake is probably the heart of the Mohist government city. Xuanwu should be at the bottom of the lake. The entire government city runs on water power, which is a clever design. The machine gears at the bottom of the lake are the public transportation
The old man should be very interested."
"The Mohist machine arts and the overbearing machine arts have been fighting for hundreds of years, but they have become more and more differentiated. Compared to the overbearing machine arts, the Mohist machine arts are more sophisticated."
Jingzhou stopped by the lake and looked at it carefully for a while, remembering the subtleties of the mechanism in his mind, and really planned to tell the old man Gongshu about it when he returned to Xianyang.
After all, Gong Shuqiu had given him a lot of machine drawings before.
What comes and goes is the truth.
Jingzhou raised his head and looked up, and saw that the sky was as clear as a blue sky, as blue as transparent, which made his heart suddenly broaden.
A few dozen feet above the big lake, a suspension bridge hangs in the air. The bridge body is covered by the water vapor flowing down from the waterfall. When the sun shines on it, the entire bridge emits colorful colors, making people's hearts sway when they look at it.
Jingzhou tiptoed, soared dozens of feet into the air, and landed on the suspension bridge.
"This bridge is quite extraordinary. It can be seen that everyone in the Mohist family spent a lot of thought when building the city. They wanted to preserve the natural dangers while not destroying the wonderful scenery in the mountains. However, even though this city is like a paradise, it is a pity that it was destroyed during the war.
But it’s hard to survive.”
"The Paradise has always been offered by the weak to the truly strong."
Jingzhou paused on the bridge for a while, then walked forward.
I don’t know how long this kind of scenery can last.
After crossing this bridge, you will reach the inner city of Guancheng.
There are masses of fine grass, the fragrance of flowers is gentle, and the water is gurgling. Even in the dark of night, the scenery inside this city cannot be concealed.
Jing Zhou looked around and saw that all around him were high peaks that reached into the clouds. They were so steep and steep that no one could climb them.
There is also a covered bridge built close to the mountain. The covered bridge is painted with pollen paint and is extremely exquisite.
It turns out that the living places of the Mohist disciples were all in the middle of the mountain. These covered bridges connected the mountains everywhere.
"The founder of the Mohist family was so thoughtful that he hollowed out a mountain and built this government city here." He complimented casually. At this time, Jingzhou actually admired the sages of the Mohist family. For such a complicated project, no fool could move mountains.
The belief and determination are difficult to achieve.
Jing Zhou floated forward, thinking about the Phantom Sound Treasure Box that had been hidden in the forbidden area of the Mo family for many years. This Phantom Sound Treasure Box was originally a peerless treasure of the Yin Yang Family. Later, due to the turmoil in the Yin Yang Family, the treasure was lost to the Moh Family and was hidden in the agency.
In the dragon's throat within the forbidden area of the city.
This Mohist forbidden area is full of institutions, and it was originally used to punish the Mohist disciples who made mistakes. No matter what mistakes they made, as long as the Mohist disciples can come out of the forbidden area alive, they will be exempted from punishment. However, in hundreds of years, there has never been a disciple
Having walked out of the forbidden area alive, over time, the word "forbidden area" became the fear in the hearts of all the Mohist disciples.
Therefore, the road leading to the gate of the forbidden land is extremely deserted and dark. There are only a few gray lamps on both sides of the road, emitting a little dim light, like floating will-o'-wisps on a mass grave, which makes people's hair stand on end.
He was trembling with fear. Therefore, there was not even half a Mohist disciple standing guard here.
Relying on the blood jade centipede, Jing Zhou found the road to the gate of the forbidden land without much effort.
"Gate to the Forbidden Land", Jingzhou chuckled, pushed open the huge stone door in front of him, and walked in casually.
The path behind the door was very short. Jingzhou only walked a few dozen steps before he found no path. In front of him was a large pit dozens of feet deep, filled with dense spikes.
Rows of spikes gleamed coldly under the firelight, as if they wanted to devour people.
"Tiger Leap, it's interesting. If you want to pass this level, you can only pull the bronze ring on the wall. If you don't have innate divine power, it will be difficult to pass this level."
Although the mechanisms in this forbidden area were extraordinary, they were nothing to Jingzhou. He stepped on the water vapor and flew through the void. In a short time, he passed the tiger's leap and the monkey's flight, and arrived at the dragon's throat.
Compared with Tiger Leaping and Sarutobi Pass, this place seems extremely spacious. There are portraits carved on the surrounding walls, and the portraits are lifelike, especially the one in front of Jingzhou, where only a giant dragon can be seen with its eyes, as if
To fly out of the image.
Jingzhou was looking at it with interest when a strange cry came from deep underground. The sound was like thunder, and air currents started to stir along with the strange noise, causing the lights on the wall to flicker.
dark.
"I think this is the blue dragon of the Mo family. It's interesting that the people of the Mo family would hide it under the dragon's throat."
Jing Zhou listened attentively for a while, and the strange sound gradually dissipated.
The mechanism beast Qinglong is a giant mechanism beast used by the Mo family to kill. Its power is so great that it can easily destroy the entire mechanism city. It is invincible to human beings and far surpasses the likes of the mechanism king snake and white tiger.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "When the green dragon appeared, the earth shook. Unfortunately, it is too lethal and cannot be easily controlled like the white tiger."
Jingzhou sighed, if this were not the case, the strength of the Mohist family would probably be superior to that of other schools of thought.
Jing Zhou waved his hand, grabbed a stone from the air, and threw it forward. He only heard a crisp sound, followed by "Kacha" and "Kacha" several times. The road ahead, which was paved with copper plates, turned toward the front.
The two sides separated, revealing a square and deep pit.
Jing Zhou smiled slightly, "I finally found you."
There was a square platform in the pit, and there was a vermilion lacquered gold wooden box placed on the platform. His body swayed, his feet touched the ground, and he landed next to the square platform. He picked up the wooden box with one hand, and in a flash, he landed on the ground above the pit.
As soon as he came out of the pit, he heard the sound of gears turning, and then saw a bright array of knives appearing around the pit, surrounding the square platform, and the originally separated iron plates above the pit were closed again.
Jingzhou looked at the surface of the wooden box carefully and saw that the wooden box was extremely exquisite. There were sixteen small characters engraved on the surface: "Twelve phantom rhythms, five tunes are not music. Bliss has a thousand rhymes, and there are thousands of magic sounds."
Jingzhou recited these sixteen little words in a low voice. The box suddenly popped open, a pleasant sound sounded, and a five-story pagoda suddenly appeared in front of him.
Holding the Phantom Sound Box in his arms, Jingzhou couldn't hide the smile on his face. He swayed and walked out of the Mo family's forbidden area along the same route. When he came and went, he was just like a breeze, light and without leaving any trace.
When we arrived at the big lake where Xuanwu was, we soared up into the sky, relying on the water vapor, and passed through the giant peaks that reached the top of the clouds, heading north.
In the early morning, water and dew hung on the leaves, and the sun shone from the east as usual. A group of Mohist disciples gradually got up, and the entire city became fiery again.
It's almost dusk, the day market has closed and the night market has not yet started. The streets of Jicheng are a little deserted. Even the crowded Feixue Pavilion has a little less noisy sound at this time.
There is an elegant room on the second floor of Feixue Pavilion, and melodious sounds can be heard coming from the room.
I saw a few girls outside, looking moved.
Although there was still residual light at this time, candles had already been lit in the elegant room. Under the yellow light, a small tower with a simple shape slowly rotated. I saw that the tower was golden in color, five stories high, and "Palace, Shang,"
The five tones of "horn, levy, and feather" correspond one to one.
There are twelve cornices on each floor of the small tower. Under the cornices are windows with small characters engraved on them: Huangzhong, Taicu, Guxi, Ruibin, Yize, Wushe, Da
Lu, Jia Zhong, Zhong Lu, Lin Zhong, Nan Lu, Ying Zhong twelve rules.
Every time the small tower rotates once, countless wonderful sounds are heard coming from the room.
This little golden pagoda is naturally the phantom sound treasure box that Jingzhou brought out from the Mohist forbidden area.
That day, after leaving the Mohist forbidden area, Jingzhou returned to Feixue Pavilion without stopping.
At this time, six or seven girls had gathered outside the door. They all held their breath and listened attentively.
This wonderful sound falls on people's ears like a low moan or a whisper, so soft and gentle. In an instant, it turns into a loving couple swearing an oath to each other, making people's hearts shake.
When the song ended, I saw these people with different expressions. Some had tears on their faces, some had anger on their faces, and one had hollows in his cheeks.
Da Siming stood beside Xiaota, his eyes closed tightly. He saw her bloody palms trembling slightly, and a line of cold sweat hanging on her forehead. Although she didn't see any movements, her breathing became heavier, as if she had suffered a great deal.
The pain is average.
After an unknown amount of time, a soft sigh sounded, the small tower stopped rotating, and the wonderful sound suddenly disappeared, leaving several people outside the door feeling lost and sad.
Several people stopped for a while, hesitating, but these women knew that there were extremely noble people in this elegant room. Even the most powerful people in the Yan Kingdom treated everyone inside with courtesy.
It is because of this noble person in the room that many of the guests who come to Feixue Pavilion these days have become a little more restrained.
Although they were reluctant to let go of the wonderful sound, the girls did not dare to go in and disturb it.
Seeing that there was no more wonderful sound coming from the room, a few people stood outside the door for a while before slowly dispersing.