My grandfather was proficient in the sixty-four hexagrams, and he was familiar with this. I saw him reaching out and flipping the eight trigrams wheel a few times, and then the positions of Qian and Kun corresponded. After that, he heard a clicking sound coming from the bronze tablet. The sound flowed from top to bottom until it reached the bluestone underground. Suddenly, four feet away behind the bronze stele, there were more than a dozen pieces of bluestone at different heights, descending in order, forming stone steps that extended downward. .
My grandfather looked at us, waved his hand and said, "This secret passage to the third floor won't be open for long, let's get down quickly."
Fei Long jumped up first and agreed: "Okay, Grandpa Guo, let's go down quickly. It's getting colder and colder here. The guy in the coffin really can't stand the cold." After saying that, he hugged his arms and started walking along the stone. Run down the stairs.
My grandfather said: "You know, the four-handed baby also has the three-source blood of the Witch Burial Sect flowing in its body, so it won't freeze to death." As he said that, my grandfather took my hand and started to walk down.
Faqiuzhi actually waved to the four-handed monster he had just communicated with, and followed him down. In an instant, some sacred grass lampworms gathered together in the tomb, like a green stream out of thin air, and started to move towards the third place along our side. We flew away layer by layer. Actually, these sacred grass lampworms were used as light sources for us, which saved Fei Long from lighting his half of the candle.
As I walked further down, I could find some gray-white marks on the bluestone below. It felt like it had been soaked by floods. I thought to myself that this place was probably very close to the tomb passage on the left in front of the bronze door. There was something in that tomb passage. There was a green-skinned sacrificial snake, and Fa Qiu pointed out that the place leading to the third floor was the lair of the green-skinned sacrificial snake. It was obvious where we were going now, and my mood dropped again.
Judging from the nine murals, it is not possible to find that there was flooding in the flood ditch, but Bai Laogou once told before his death that the Western Zhou general had seen a real big blue dragon. It is not difficult to find water where there is a dragon. Moreover, when Tieguai Li from the village was young, he also saw floods in the flood ditch. Maybe it has dried up in the past ten years. In short, the gray-white marks on the bluestone must have been caused by the flooding.
Faqiu raised his nose and smelled it, and said to himself that he was really very cautious, and he just started breathing now, but others can't learn this skill from him. According to him, he needs Qilin blood to be able to breathe for a long time. Hold your breath.
He said: "This underground has something in common with the hilly underground. There may be underground rivers under this third layer of underground."
Feilong braked in front, made a sound, and said: "Oh, brother, you should take the lead. I really hope there won't be any water down there, otherwise those few gold bricks will be lost."
Until now, I don’t refute Fei Long, because this tomb belongs to my ancestors. It’s not a big deal to use my own gold bricks to rescue the emergency. My house has become a ruin, and everything has been burned. If I don’t take it, If you go out and sell some valuable things to make money, my grandfather and I will have to die of poverty and starvation. In these days, the country is not stable, and who can care about your life and death.
Faqiu Zhi walked to the front, and the bluestones on the left and right began to disappear gradually, and were replaced by a kind of black rock with a black surface. After walking for a while, there were some white striped murals on these black rocks, which looked like The depictions are very detailed, but this place has also been soaked by floods, leaving a thick layer of gray-white traces on these murals. Generally speaking, it seems to be a kind of fluorine element. Once this substance is precipitated, it will be almost If it's impossible to clean them up, then don't even think about restoring the original appearance of the murals. I think the contents on these murals must be inextricably linked to the Golden City below.
I put the rifle on my back, went to my bag and took out a piece of pork jerky, and chewed it. My brain felt a little groggy, and I drew my toes in circles. I calculated that there should be two before and after we entered this black hillock.
It's almost three days. I haven't eaten well in the past two days and haven't even taken a nap. Now I really can't bear it anymore.
Gradually, this downhill passage began to turn into a flat road. The black rocks were covered with a lot of green moss. It was sparse at first, but now it has become a dense mass. Those sacred grass lampworms have fallen on it.
The surrounding rock walls suddenly shone with a green light, which was very beautiful.
My grandpa looked at me, supported me, and asked with concern: "My dear, it doesn't matter." Immediately, my grandpa shouted to Faqiuzhi and Feilong in front: "I said that little brother, and
Fat boy, please stop and take a good rest. I probably haven’t slept for two days. My grandson is still young and can’t hold on any longer. He takes a break every now and then.”
Faqiuzhi and Feilong also came over. I found that Feilong's face was a little white and his lips were a little purple. I panicked and asked him hurriedly: "Hey..." I tentatively told him
She said hello and caught his attention, "I said Fei Long, are you... okay?"
Fat Dragon's head was drooping and he was speechless. He had an expression on his face that was difficult to explain. He waved his hand towards me, cupped his fists, sighed and said, "No problem, no problem."
As we said that, we started to find a relatively flat place and sat down. As soon as Fat Dragon's butt touched the ground, he immediately bounced up, covering his buttocks and screaming, he pointed at me with his trembling hand and said
: "Lao Guo..."
He just said Lao Guo and stopped talking. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain and sat down. I found a hole in the back of his pants. My grandfather asked me: "My dear, how did you hurt the fat boy?"
It’s like this.”
At this time, Faqiu touched his hand to the ground, as if sensing some movement. I replied to my grandfather: "I just accidentally stabbed it with the barrel of a gun..."
Fei Long blushed and cursed: "Damn it, Lao Guo, don't say anything anymore. If you dare to say it, I won't be able to live without shame. I will have to fight you to the death."
"This..." My grandfather was embarrassed for a moment. He looked at Fei Long's butt, and combined with what I just said, he probably knew that he was inseparable.
Then my grandfather and I were attracted by the hair mound finger. We both looked at the slender fingers of the hair mound finger. At first glance, the five fingers were extremely slender and the hand shape was very beautiful. Some women's fingers are as slender as the ones on the back of the hand.
His muscles and knuckles are very strong, and he is beautiful without losing the sense of strength of a man. He wears metal rings on the index and middle fingers of his right hand. According to my estimation, they are rings to protect the fingers.
