Zhu Wuneng spoke for the second time, and his meaning was no different from Hu Tu's.
Everyone nodded.
Including Chen Yang, including the old vulture brought specially by the Puranana sect, who obviously has research on ancient characters and history.
Everyone felt that there was something vaguely wrong underneath the simple pagoda pattern, but they couldn't tell it for the moment.
It is rare for Hu Tu to receive recognition from everyone, and that is a feeling of pride.
If you don’t say that people fly away when they are proud, Hu Tu was a little bit ready to fly at this time, and he raised his hand in a stinging way:
"If you ask me, don't look at it. This broken monument is worthless.
There are words on one side that no one can recognize;
A strange broken tower."
Hu Tu clapped his hands together and shouted loudly: "Let's find an opening and go into the tomb of the Khitan Goddess and drag her out of the coffin to take a look at this old monster who has lived for hundreds of years."
Shouldn’t it be pretty?”
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Hu Tu, who was in high spirits, felt something was wrong.
silence.
Still silent.
No one even paid attention to him.
After all, Zhu Wuneng took pity on this old nephew. He gave him a slap on the back of the head first, and then said: "If you were the Khitan goddess and the earth master who built her tomb, you would eventually come back to life one day after you firmly believed that you would.
Even if you have arranged for someone to greet you in advance, you will place a useless stone tablet at the entrance of the mausoleum?"
"Uh~"
Hu Tu turned Zhu Wuneng's words over in his mind several times, and then his whole body became wilted.
That makes sense!
I guess the previous text actually explains it clearly.
For example, how to enter the mausoleum, how to avoid risks, how to welcome the return...
And so on.
The pattern at the back may be the second set of measures. The content of the expression is quite different, to prevent the loss of Khitan writing due to the changes in the world. The Khitan people who later welcomed the return of the Khitan goddess can at least look at the pictures and speak, right?
"I see!"
Hu Tu suddenly understood and looked at Zhu Wuneng with admiration.
Zhu Wuneng could not hide his face. He did not feel proud, only felt embarrassed.
How fresh.
Besides you, who else here doesn’t understand?
Don't look at me like that, you can't afford to embarrass this person!
Various thoughts flashed through Zhu Wuneng's mind, and he looked away. He was really embarrassed to enjoy Hu Tu's admiring gaze, as if he was trying to trick a fool.
"idiot!"
Yunzi scoffed.
Zhu Wuneng didn't like hearing this anymore. He raised his head and snorted coldly: "Humph, who are you calling a fool?"
Although Zhu Wuneng thought so in his heart, he still didn't like it when others said that about Hu Tu.
Hu Tu called Zhu Wuneng an "old uncle" and really made Zhu Wuneng feel emotional. He really regarded him as his nephew.
"you......"
Yunzi was about to explode.
"I know something is wrong?"
Chen Yang spoke suddenly, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
No matter it is Yunzi or Zhu Wuneng, they no longer have the intention to play the game of "what are you looking at, and where are you looking at".
"Layers!"
"The number of layers is wrong!"
Chen Yang pointed at the back of the stone tablet and said categorically: "The first thing that's wrong is the number of layers. Count them."
"one two three......"
Everyone really squinted their eyes and started counting.
The carvings on the back of the stele are extremely exquisite, and every detail of the tower is carved to perfection. It is precisely because of this that everyone's attention is subconsciously attracted to various details, and they do not pay much attention to the number of layers of the tower.
"Tenth floor!"
Hu Tu counted on his fingers and raised his head again, his face still blank.