Li Buer didn't know what Teacher Lang and Mr. Huangfu were arguing about, so he waited anxiously outside the tent.
After a long time, Lang Qinglin walked out of the tent. However, Lang Qinglin's face was still as ugly as ever, which made Li Buer swallow back any questions he wanted to ask.
"What are you doing standing here? Dayong is fine now. Come with me."
Lang Qinglin led everyone to the pit again, and everyone had a look of fear on their faces. They must be going into this pit again. Qian Dayong still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.
But the next moment they knew they were wrong. Lang Qinglin walked directly through the deep pit, came to the pile of broken bronze fragments, and said: "Burn these bronze fragments."
"Burn it?"
Li Buer and others looked at each other. Those students did not believe that their teacher would say such a thing, and Li Buer was also dumbfounded. Teacher Lang regarded these bronzes as precious as his own wife, and he would touch them lightly.
, let alone burn it.
"Yes, burn it, burn it now."
Lang Qinglin directly picked up some dead grass from the side and threw it on top of the bronze fragments. Although the students were puzzled, seeing his teacher's expression and actions, they finally followed him to collect firewood.
Not long after, everyone brought a pile of firewood. One of Lang Qinglin's students wanted to pick up the pieces and lay firewood underneath, but he was stopped by Lang Qinglin.
"Don't touch these bronze fragments, just burn them."
Lang Qinglin lit a fire and threw it directly on the dry wood.
The fire burned fiercely, and the flames covered the bronze fragments. Moreover, Lang Qinglin kept asking Li Buyer and others to find firewood. The fire burned very fiercely, and it was as tall as a person.
It took a long time and burned for an hour.
However, when the fire gradually weakened and some scenes inside the flames could be seen, everyone's faces showed incredible looks, especially Li Buer, who opened his mouth wide in surprise, and his jaw dropped.
Came down.
"This...how is this possible!"
Li Buer looked at the two horns that were looming in the flames. He couldn't accept what he saw. This bronze bull head was obviously in pieces, but it seemed to be intact in the fire.
Li Buer felt that he was dazzled, but when he saw the shocked expressions on other people's faces, he knew that it was not him who was dazzled, but the bull-headed bronze vessel that was shattered into pieces in the flames.
Restored again.
The fire was finally extinguished. When the exquisite and shocking bronze statue of a bull's head was placed in front of everyone, except for Lang Qinglin and Li Buer, everyone else's expressions looked like they had seen a ghost, because, they
They were all frightened by those bull's eyes.
"Teacher, there is an inscription on it."
After a long time, a student suddenly noticed that there were words on the surface of this bronze bull head, and he immediately shouted in surprise.
You know, they excavated tens of thousands of bronze vessels, but none of them had writing on them. It was as if this kingdom had no writing at all.
However, is it possible that a kingdom without even writing could create such exquisite bronze vessels?
What puzzled Lang Qinglin's students the most was that the bronzes they excavated were very exquisite in workmanship.
You must know that the development of any civilization has a process, and the same goes for manufacturing. Whether it is bronze, porcelain or even jade, it must go through a process from rough to refined.
However, the bronzes of this mysterious kingdom did not have the rough process at the beginning, and seemed to have directly entered the level of ultra-high production technology of bronzes. This made the students of Delang Qinglin very puzzled. Could it be that this mysterious kingdom
Everyone in the kingdom is born to make bronze vessels?
Even if this mysterious kingdom later felt that the previous bronzes were too ugly and destroyed them all, this does not make sense, because a process like bronze casting definitely cannot make a big leap in just a few years. This process
It may last for decades or even centuries.
After such a long period of time, someone will always die and be buried after death. According to the findings they have excavated so far, people in this kingdom have the custom of being buried with bronze vessels, so there must be a batch of early bronze works left behind.
But why can't they see anything?
…
"Old man, you've been talking for so long and you haven't gotten to the point yet. Why can't this ancient tomb be dug? And why is Pit No. 71 fake?" Mo Yongxing interrupted the old man, a little impatiently.
said.
Old man Li Buer glanced at Mo Yongxing and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, every time I think about these things, I always unknowingly get caught up in the scenes at that time and can't extricate myself."
"After the bull-headed bronze was restored, Lang Qinglin brought the bronze to the tent, and several of his students began to study the inscriptions on the bronze. It took about three days, and finally, they were able to decipher it.
The meaning of the inscription on this bronze vessel came out."
"What is written on the bronze?" Mo Yongxing asked.
"I don't know this, because only Lang Qinglin and a few of his students were in the tent at that time. Uncle Li and I were not allowed to enter the tent and could only wait outside doing nothing."
"However, three days later, Lang Qinglin suddenly led his students to dig another pit, which is now pit No. 71, and then buried the bull-head bronze in it, and then leveled the deep pit.
We even planted weeds and trees on top of it, and after half a month, there were no traces left."
"What does Lang Qinglin want to do?"
"He wanted no one to discover the deep pit." Old man Li Buer replied.
"Then there's no need to bury the bull's head again." Mo Yongxing was still puzzled.
"Because he wanted to divert other people's attention, so that later people's attention would be diverted to Pit No. 71, and this bull's head was just enough."
Mo Yongxin spoke, blinked her eyes, and said to the old man Li Buer: "Old man, from what you have described now, it seems that it does not indicate how terrifying this ancient tomb is."
"I wish I knew how terrifying this ancient tomb is, but I just don't know."
Old man Li Buer sighed and said something that made Qin Yu and others even more confused: "Half a month later, Uncle Li and I returned to the village, but we agreed to Lang Qinglin, what happened on the mountain
I didn’t disclose it to anyone and lived peacefully until Brother Qian found me a month later.”
That day, because spring plowing was about to begin, Li Buer had just returned from the fields. Before he even approached the commune door, he was grabbed by a hand and pulled directly to a corner.
"Qian...Brother Qian, you have recovered." After Li Buer saw the person clearly, his face showed a look of surprise. Qian Dayong's matter was already a hurdle in his heart. Now he saw Qian Dayong standing intact.
In front of me, I felt extremely happy.
"Fu'er, don't talk. Time is running out. You have to remember what I tell you now. Lang Qinglin will come to you tomorrow. He will ask you to act with him in a play. You will act with him, but you
Remember, after the play is over, you run away immediately, leave Lijiashan, and don't come back for ten years. You can pack your things tonight."
Li Buer was frightened by Qian Dayong's words and serious expression. Qian Dayong seemed to be really anxious and did not understand Li Buer's reply. He continued: "When you see me tomorrow, don't say hello to me.
, you can do whatever Lang Qinglin asks you to do, and leave as soon as you are done. This is a five-hundred-jin food stamp that is common across the country. Here it is two hundred yuan. This money is enough for you to live outside for several years."
Qian Dayong took out a stack of food stamps and two hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Li Buer, but Li Buer did not accept it, but asked: "Brother Qian, what happened, why did I run away?
.”
"Knowing too much is not good for you. I can only tell you that Lang Qinglin is not a human being." Qian Dayong's lips trembled a little when he mentioned the three words Lang Qinglin. It seemed that the owner of this name was very scary.
.
"Brother Qian, what happened to Teacher Lang?" Li Buer was still puzzled. Could it be that Brother Qian and Teacher Lang had a falling out.
"I said, Lang Qinglin is not a human being. He is not a human being. Just give me the words "die to death."
"Eating food inside and outside, Lang Qinglin is your teacher, and you are hiding here and scolding your teacher. If Lang Qinglin finds out, I don't know if you will be angry to death."
A voice appeared, and Li Buer and Qian Dayong turned around at the same time, only to see Mr. Huangfu walking towards them.
"Huangfu...Mr. Huangfu, why are you here?" Li Buer stuttered a little. Brother Qian said bad things about his teacher behind his back, and now his teacher's friend Mr. Huangfu heard it. This is not a good thing.
"Qian Dayong, come with me."
Mr. Huangfu ignored Li Buer and looked at Qian Dayong. Qian Dayong looked ugly, but he still followed Mr. Huangfu without saying a word. The two of them quickly disappeared from Li Buer's sight.
, leaving Li Buer confused.
Qian Dayong left, but in the end he put the food stamps and money into Li Buer's hands, and Mr. Huangfu did not stop him. Li Buer had no choice but to take the food stamps back to his room and prepare to collect them.
Okay, I'll give it back to Brother Qian next time I see him.
However, when Li Buer was about to hide the food stamps, a piece of paper fell out of the stack of food stamps. Curious, Li Buer opened the paper and found several pictures on it.
painting.
Li Buer immediately understood that Brother Qian must have known that he didn't know how to read, so he used the pattern of drawing to tell himself.
After staring at the painting on this paper for a while, Li Buer's expression was fine at first, but the more he looked at it, especially when he understood the meaning conveyed by the painting, goosebumps suddenly appeared on his whole body.
, his whole body was trembling with fear and fear, because he finally understood what Brother Qian meant.
Lang Qinglin, he is not a human! (To be continued)