I understood every word he said, and I also understood the word "A Fang" whose strokes on the ground were somewhere between large seal script and small seal script, but I couldn't connect them together for the time being.
Qin General Afang? There is no record of this name in history. The most powerful general in the Qin Dynasty should be Meng Tian.
"They call it the 'Flower of Life', and another name is 'Zinc'. There is a lot of this stuff in your body, so the limit of life and the level of intelligence are obviously different from theirs. Why? It's really weird,
I have met tens of millions of people, and you are the only unique individual. Why..." He twisted his hands together hard, and his voice became more and more confused.
Of course I understand that the trace element zinc is a life element that participates in the metabolic processes of various enzymes in the human body, and is directly involved in the synthesis of nucleic acid and protein, cell differentiation and proliferation, and many metabolisms. It is an important factor in human growth and development, reproductive inheritance, immunoendocrinology
, nerves, body fluids and other important physiological processes.
Simply and generally speaking, within a certain safe range, the higher the zinc content in the human body, the more vigorous the vitality will be and the more the human body's potential will be stimulated.
This question is not important, what I really want to know is where Selun went, or how to reach the palace through the tunnel.
"'They' refers to the people on Earth. I don't know where you are from, just like you don't need to know where I am from. It doesn't matter where we come from. The key question is what to do on this blue planet.
What can I do, and what is the result? You see, I am trapped here now, unable to accomplish anything. In my starting place, there are many of my kind who are eagerly waiting for me to complete my mission. As long as I live, they will
Die; only if I die can they have a chance to survive - but I can't die, don't you think it's very sad?"
I gradually couldn't understand what he was saying, so I could only raise my hand to interrupt him: "No matter who you or I are, have you ever seen a girl who broke in? Her name is Su Lun. And how can I get through?"
The stone circle in the tunnel? Have you been here for more than two thousand years..."
He lowered his head, stretched out his fingers to draw a few times, and slowly shook his head: "No, her name is not Su Lun, but Tang Qing. Her image is recorded on the magnetic control board. Please come with me. As for
Stone formations, as long as you think about it, you will definitely come here. When you understand their voices... In fact, I have been waiting for you. Remember the golden egg..."
The name "Tang Qing" suddenly appeared, which made me even more confused.
He stood up quickly, strode past me, and walked deeper into the corridor.
I felt the vibration of the air, because his speed was so fast, it felt like a sharp blade cutting through the air. When he was moving quickly, the air resistance was almost completely negligible.
I turned around quickly, and he was already in the darkness thirty steps away.
Palm of distance? Knife of distance? Does this weirdo have the power of "teleportation"? This speed has exceeded the initial velocity of bullet shooting, so firearms no longer pose any threat to him.
"Wait a minute -" I should also ask him if he has seen his elder brother Yang Tian. Intuitively, this is the "second Afang Palace" that Su Lun is determined to find. Since the weird Afang has been imprisoned here for more than two thousand years
, you must know something.
Suddenly I woke up from the dream. I stood up and realized that my hand had been holding the handle of the gun. The part was already slightly warm from the grip, and my palms were covered in cold sweat.
I grabbed a pencil and quickly recorded this strange dream on a white paper: a Qin Dynasty general named "A Fang", who had met Tang Qing. He came from a mysterious place, and he shouldered a huge mission.
The survival problem of a large group of tribesmen - then, why is it said that the tribesmen can survive only after he dies?
Tang Qing is in the palace? Su Lun is not in the palace? He is not from Earth? Is he an advanced alien creature? Does my body structure have abnormality? He means that I am also an alien...
I kept listing question marks on the white paper, and my handwriting was as scrawled as heavenly writing. The tip of my pen pierced the white paper several times, drawing holes one after another.
This dream was caused by Li Kang's book. I didn't understand what was buried in my subconscious, and why I imagined weirdos as alien humans who could survive underground for two thousand years. Therefore, the importance of the original became more and more obvious.
The ground is highlighted.
Unknowingly, I drew an egg on the paper and marked the word "Golden Egg" with a heavy pen next to it.
Golden egg? Or metal egg? With this explanation, isn't the device that the weirdo entered like the "emergency escape hatch" on an airplane?
I have seen in the information more than once the escape cabins installed on the special planes of heads of state. The outer shell is indeed like a smooth "egg". Suddenly, my mind enlightened. The reason why Li Kang held the original and refused to show it to others was because
The secret handed down from his ancestors is the golden egg! There is a huge golden egg in the stone house!
Compared with a huge golden egg, what is half a million yuan? According to the current international gold price, its value is at least 500 million yuan or even more.
I underestimated Li Kang's appetite. Offering that price would only make him chuckle inwardly. No wonder he rejected me again and again.
Once the knot was untied, I realized that it was already dark outside the tent, and my watch pointed to eleven o'clock at night.
The dream was very long, and the time I spent thinking while doodling was also very long, which is why I delayed it until now.
As for the origin of the name "Afang Palace", some "textual research" researchers have worked tirelessly to explore it. The final semi-finished conclusion shows that Qin Shihuang Yingzheng once particularly favored a personal attendant named "Afang Palace", even more than the most popular at that time.
There is no doubt that the favored treacherous minister Zhao Gao and Afang was a man. Researchers even found unofficial records of his height, body shape, speech and behavior, and Afang once led an army to conquer the south, reaching the small country of Yelang.
This conclusion is regarded as "sophistry" by official historians. After all, in their eyes, the origin of the name "Afang Palace" has no practical value. After all, it is a site that has been burned to ashes.
Isn’t it boring to conduct research in this way?
I think about it every day and dream about it at night.
I frowned and gently let go of the pencil.
"If Li Kang believed deeply in the picture album left by his ancestors, he must have hidden something from me, otherwise he would not have been able to follow the expedition team forward unswervingly and never look back."
The ancients said that if there is no profit, you will not start early. Everyone has his own purpose in doing anything, especially in the 21st century where interests are at the forefront. At the very least, I don’t believe that Li Kang’s purpose in staying in the expedition was to express his inner feelings for Su.
Lun's guilt.
What is behind the stone pillar? Where do those sounds of the piano come from? This weirdo is...
I believe in my sixth sense. Sometimes, dreams are a vague manifestation of the sixth sense. Therefore, I will firmly remember every detail that appears in my dreams instead of forgetting it in a blink of an eye.
The wind began to pick up again outside, and the door curtain was rolled up from time to time, revealing the temporary lighting installed in the camp.
I suddenly wanted to go out for a walk, get some air, and cool down my heated mind. There must be a more mysterious world buried behind the stone pillars. If I can't quickly come up with an effective way to pass through the stone array and stop here, I'm afraid I will be in vain.
If it continues to be consumed, it will be detrimental to Su Lun.
As soon as I walked out of the tent, I first saw Gu Qingcheng with her arms folded, sitting alone on the front of a jeep ten steps away, facing due south, sitting quietly like a sculpture.
The north wind kept lifting her hair, flying in the air.
Except for the four wandering sentries around the camp, there was no one left. She was the only one sitting alone, lost in thought. Her profile was like a thin paper cut, especially the sharp chin.
, I suddenly saw the helplessness in her heart.
Her body shape and appearance are very different from Gu Zhijin's, and her temperament is even more different.
I pondered for a moment at the door of the tent, and she already called me in a low voice: "Feng, are you awake?" Then she turned her head, flicked her black hair, and her deep eyes were like two deep pools under the moonlight, with a cold look.
Sparkling waves.
It was a cold and quiet late night. A few months ago, Suellen and I had spent dozens of such nights together in the Egyptian desert, but now there was another girl in front of me.
I smiled at her: "Miss Gu, isn't she very elegant?"
She tightened her black leather trench coat tightly, frowned and smiled bitterly: "Yaxing? I'm just worrying about the next work and insomnia. Uncle Wei got a lot of information today, but it's also very frustrating, just like you and me.
It has been judged that after reaching the star-shaped structure in the center of the tunnel, which direction to go next has become the most difficult decision. Sometimes, I really admire those who can snore like thunder when they lie down, no matter what they face
Despite all the difficulties, I can sleep peacefully..."
I know that the people she mentioned include me.
"Feng, you are so worried about Miss Su Lun's safety, how can you still sleep peacefully?"
She shrank her neck, pulled up the collar of her windbreaker, and gathered all her hair.
I smiled lightly: "Those who know me say that I am worried, but those who don't know me say that what do I want? Who is there in the long sky?"
In order to save Su Lun, I can give up everything at hand, even Guan Baoling, who I truly love. I am a fan of authorities, and sometimes I wonder whether I love Su Lun more? Or Guan Baoling? If I could only choose one, would it be?
Pay attention to one thing and lose another?
Gu Qingcheng also smiled and raised a whiskey bottle at hand: "Would you like a drink?"
I walked closer to her and smelled the faint aroma of wine in the air.
In her hands were two square glasses and a silver-plated ice cone filled with crystal ice cubes.
Cold weather, cold wine, cold ice, drinking this way, one sip of wine will probably make you feel cold to the bottom of your heart, but it is from the endless cold that the warmth of whiskey can truly shine out, making people feel
Never forget.
"The 'ecstasy' drinking method of Macau people? How could a beauty like Miss Gu also like such a rough way of drinking?"
I know that the creator of "Ecstasy Wine" is a famous gambling king from Macau. It is said that one winter, he lost all his tens of millions of wealth, leaving only a bottle of 1982 Scotch whiskey.
, has reached the point of desperation. Just in front of the Lisboa Casino, he drank the entire bottle of wine in one breath with ice cubes from the seafood market, and then rekindled hope in despair, borrowed money to make a comeback, and God blocked it.
Killing gods and killing Buddhas, he finally achieved the prestige of a generation of gambling kings. To this day, gambling luck is still at its peak.
"Yes." She unscrewed the bottle cap and filled two glasses.
The bright ice cubes floated on the surface of the cup, like a layer of fine and strange arctic ice floes, and the bright red wine exuded a deep temptation in the dark night.
"Facing a desperate situation, putting yourself to death and surviving is the original intention of this kind of wine." She brought one of the glasses to me. Her five nails had just been cut, neatly, white and clean. It can be imagined that she and Gu Zhijin were working together.
If you collect guqin, you must be a master of playing it.
The wine glass contained a deep chill, and my right hand almost froze in an instant.
She picked up another glass, stared down, and sighed leisurely: "Feng, have you ever doubted the true purpose of my trip? After drinking, I spoke the truth. I hope that after we drink this glass, everyone can be truly honest with each other.
Stop covering up and concealing things, okay?"
The north wind was as cold as the wine glass. At the end of her speech, her tone was so cold that it seemed to exceed the combined effect of the wind and the wine.
Her eyelashes drooped deeply and straight forward, like the bamboo curtains on the porch in summer, with a 100% classical Chinese flavor, rather than the long and upturned Western style of Guan Baoling.
I laughed and said, "Come on, a thousand cups of wine is too little to drink with a close friend."
Perhaps under excessive pressure, only by relaxing in time can I avoid exhaustion. Su Lun's mysterious disappearance gave me a really heavy blow. If it weren't for Gu Qingcheng's arrival, I wouldn't even be in the mood to smile.
, my heart was filled with regret and anxiety.
"Ding", the two wine glasses collided, and the ice cubes rippled gently, reflecting the colorful cold light.
Across the cup, I saw Gu Qingcheng's slightly worried eyes. Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be two resentful flames beating slightly.
The cold wine entered my throat, and the aroma of the wine filled our lips and teeth, making us both shiver almost at the same time.
Two blushes flew up to her cheeks in an instant, and the sentence "If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk, and if the flowers are not charming, everyone will be fascinated."
"Good wine, cough..." Gu Qingcheng coughed lightly and put her hand to cover her mouth, the blush quickly spreading on her face.
On the little finger of her right hand, she wore a bright metal ring, which constantly reflected dazzling light.
The burning sensation emanating from the strong alcohol surged up from my chest, and my throat felt so hot that I must have started to blush.
I don't have any ulterior secrets. The purpose of coming to the southwest border is to search for the missing Su Lun. Of course, finding my elder brother Yang Tian is my life-long goal, but there is no need to tell Gu Qingcheng.
What about her? Does she have some kind of secret hidden in her heart? Just like the seemingly dull and useless Li Kang?
"Feng, before the second glass of wine, I want to tell you a piece of the Gu family's family history, a story that only my eldest brother and I know. In fact, behind everyone's glory, there are some unknown pains.
It is a painful secret that I refuse to mention easily. My eldest brother once warned me to keep this family history sealed forever and never mention it again, so that it will disappear from our memories forever. However, now that things have turned around, I am already standing here.
, maybe I should tell you..."
She picked up the bottle and filled it up a second time.
I just smiled, picked up my own cup, and didn't interrupt her easily.
Everyone in the Hong Kong antique circle knows that Gu Zhijin is an extremely proud person who does not easily give others a thumbs up, let alone even slight verbal attacks from others. Over time, he has become a "flawless" person with countless shining achievements.
The aura of honor shrouded him tightly, so naturally no one went to explore his family history.
"Feng, are you willing to listen to my chatter?" Gu Qingcheng lifted her black hair and smiled meaningfully.
The good wine melted her coldness and slightly narrowed the distance between us.
"I am willing to listen to anything, as long as it is beneficial to everyone's current work."
I believe that she is not someone who is prone to "writing a thousand words and digressing thousands of miles". In this situation, every word she speaks is related to adventure. Based on my feelings about her, she is calm, wise, full of mysteries, and all-encompassing.
More profound and capable than Su Lun.
Therefore, I hope that we can be open and honest with each other more than she does, and that we can become like-minded friends instead of rivals who are suspicious of each other.
"Thank you." Gu Qingcheng raised her chin and resumed her posture of gazing southward.
The wandering sentry moved a little farther, probably to avoid the suspicion of eavesdropping on our conversation. The quality of this group of people is much higher than that of Feiying's brothers, and Uncle Wei's leadership ability is also a hundred times better than that of Feiying. This