This book has a faint air of antiques all over it.
"This is a book that has been passed down by our Zhuge family. It was drawn by our ancestor Kong Ming himself. However, we have not been able to unlock the secrets contained in this book, except that the pattern of this mahogany tablet is somewhat related to the picture above.
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Grandpa Zhuge said.
"If I guessed correctly, you should have been here too, right?"
Yang Zimei pointed at the map and asked with a smile.
"Almost every generation of us has been there. I have been there too, and so has Mingzhu."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei and said, "Girl, you don't know where this is, do you? That little cow-nosed expert from Yuqing told you?"
Yang Zimei nodded, "My master has indeed been here."
"Did he find anything?"
Grandpa Zhuge asked.
Yang Zimei shook his head, "No, I just know that it is very dangerous inside. Fortunately, he got the guidance of a white snake and successfully left the ancient tomb."
"White snake?"
Grandpa Zhuge took out another worn thread-bound notebook from the drawer, flipped through a few pages and said, "Every generation of us goes to visit the ancient tomb and writes about our experiences and feelings when we come back. Yes, they all feel the same.
, the Qimen formation inside is so mysterious that even we cannot decipher it, and we have studied the dangerous changes for thousands of years, but we still cannot decipher it. In their notes, they all mention a white snake. They are all the last resort.
We left only under the guidance of that white snake. The same thing happened to Mingzhu and I."
Yang Zzi clicked his eyebrows and asked, "Are the white snakes we have encountered for thousands of years the same one, or the same species?"
Yang Zimei thought again of Long Zhutian's pet little white snake that was contracted with blood.
What is the connection between the two?
"The white snake was originally the predecessor of the dragon. It has extremely strong vitality. It is not surprising that it can live for thousands of years, or it may have evolved into a flying dragon."
Grandpa Zhuge said.
Yang Zimei heard Guan Feng also say this, so he nodded.
"Girl, what do you know about this peach wood tablet?"
Grandpa Zhuge turned the topic to the peach wood cards.
"If nothing unexpected happens, I will be the mistress of the Taomu brand."
After Yang Zimei finished speaking, she took out several other seven-piece mahogany plaques she had collected from her storage ring and placed them out.
Grandpa Zhuge's eyes lit up, and he shouted like a child, "It turns out, these really exist!"
"Grandpa, Xiaomei is really the owner of Taomu Pai? Not a member of our Zhuge family?"
Zhuge Mingzhu, who had been standing by, asked.
"nonsense!"
Grandpa Zhuge glared at Zhuge Mingzhu, "This has never belonged to our Zhuge family. It was just our ancestors who accidentally discovered it and were interested in exploring it."
"So that's the case."
Zhuge Mingzhu hurriedly kept silent.
"For one person to be able to gather so many mahogany tiles, even if he is not the owner, it is enough to prove that she has a very close relationship with them. No wonder the girl looks very unusual."
Grandpa Zhuge took the mahogany tiles on the table and looked at them one by one, then handed them back to her, and even gave her his piece.
Yang Zimei also put it into the storage ring.
"Xiao Mei, you don't have a pocket on your body. Where did you take these things out? Where did you put them in?"
Zhuge Mingzhu discovered the strange phenomenon of Yang Zimei's storage and asked in confusion.