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150 The Heaven and Earth

The sun was about to set in Xishan Col, and Jing Yanggang couldn't stand it any longer. He tied the rattan rope in his hand tightly around the tree, and placed the raw blue sheep one foot away from the snow leopard. He chopped off three legs of the cooked blue sheep and packed them into his luggage.

Leave it to the snow leopard, cut off two small pieces of sheepskin, wrap it around the palm of your hand, grab the rattan rope, push your feet on the wall of the stream to use the force, and swing down.

My wrists were numb, my feet first touched something soft, and then I put my feet firmly on the ground. I looked up at the sky, and saw only a sliver of twilight. The idea of ​​sitting in a well and looking at the sky was proven to be good. The surrounding area was dim and blurry, so I touched it with my hand.

, the soft things are dead leaves, probably blown off by the wind.

After calling out "Fire Girl" several times, but receiving no response, Jing Yanggang's heart kept sinking. He tied the fire chain and wanted to observe the terrain. When the flames shot up, the dead leaves caught fire and burned instantly.

I couldn't help being frightened and frightened. I stepped on the fire and put out the fire with my hands and feet, but to no avail. The fire followed the wind and lightning and spread towards both ends. The fire was scorching and the smoke was billowing! Under the shock, my heart was over. It was roasted all over the day.

Sheep, we are going to roast them all tonight! By the light of the fire, he found that the fire dragon at the south end was very short, so he took long strides, ran and flew, sprinting like crazy - suddenly there was a small cave at the end, which could accommodate one person in and out - who cares?

There were monsters, monsters, and ferocious birds and beasts, so I couldn't care less about them! After entering the cave, I pointed my sword inward, choked my mouth and nose, coughed repeatedly, opened my mouth and gasped, and slapped the sparks on my body with my quick hands, not to mention how embarrassed I was.

After recovering from the shock, I thought about it and realized that they might have been flammable objects such as fluff blown down by the wind. The weather was dry and things were dry, and they ignited when exposed to fire. Looking closely at the cave, where the firelight reflected the light, there were faintly painted figures of people.

The rest of the image was still dark and pitch-black; when I turned around, the fire gradually extinguished, leaving a layer of dead leaves and broken branches, probably turning into ashes. There were still red lights and black smoke in some places, but no flames.

It was a thick branch. He jumped over it and jumped again as soon as his boots hit the hot ground. He collected them and used them as torches for lighting.

The most critical question is, where did the fire go? Was it killed in the cave, or is it still somewhere else in the stream? If it were in the stream, it would be burned if not burned to death - what a negligence! What a carelessness! What a sin.

... He kept condemning himself, regretting it so much that he wished he could replace it with his own body.

Holding a torch in one hand and a sword in the other, shouting "Fire Girl", Jing Yang just searched the cave. The cave was very small, roughly equivalent to the area of ​​his previous home, Jingfu Courtyard, and it was also very regular, roughly square and slightly oval.

, and there are no barriers. It doesn’t look like it was formed naturally, but it looks like it was chiselled or modified by someone.

There were images painted on the cave wall. He counted them silently. There were twenty-four in total. As for the painting skills, they were really not that good. The lines were rough and clumsy, not to mention lifelike. Even important parts such as eyes, nose, and mouth were only painted.

The general outline, especially the body shape of a human and the face of an ox, with a pair of wings on the shoulders, is neither fish nor fowl, and I really can’t compliment it. The face of an ox is vaguely human-like, and very handsome - fuck it,

You can’t draw a cow like this either!

Twenty-four pictures, the protagonists are exactly the same, with different postures. Some are pointing with their fingers, some are kicking, some are standing upright, some are flying sideways... There are also suns and red flowers next to them.

, bare trees, raindrops, snowflakes and other auxiliary objects to embellish it - no matter how embellishment is, it is not a good bird painting, and it is far from the image on the wall of Jiannanmen!

When he thought of the image of Jiannanmen, Jing Yanggang suddenly received a warning, and his imagination opened up - could it be that this is a martial arts map?

"Brother Yangyang, pull it quickly! Pull it!" The fiery shout suddenly reached the ears, with a cry in it.


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