Qinglong Ghost Palace Chapter 71: The Fat Dragon in Jinghai (1)
By the time Jiazi Legs and I returned to the hall, everyone had already turned off the lights and was sound asleep. The women were breathing loudly and loudly, as if the men had hung a subwoofer directly on their throats. They were snoring so loudly that I guess the mosquitoes were attracted.
He was so frightened that he ran away, and he couldn't help but feel very annoyed, wondering how he would be able to sleep for a while.
But when we think about how many of us were in the tomb, struggling and working hard, it becomes easier to understand.
I estimate that I have been struggling for about half a month now. I have been in fear all day long in the dark, wandering in the smell of corpses, eating well, and sleeping like a whale in the sea, turning a blind eye.
Now all the pandas that can come out are the national treasure-level giant pandas with dark circles under their eyes. I feel really sorry for myself to catch him in such a good place and not sleep for three days and three nights.
I said to myself: "Oh, grandma's..." My heart ached. Thinking of them saying that my grandma is my wife, I felt very uncomfortable and conflicted. I couldn't help it.
I could only say another sentence: "Oh, grandpa, go to sleep!"
Jiazi-legs lay back in his corner again, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. I found the woman through the light coming from the bronze window lattice. She was sleeping very restlessly, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowning from time to time.
Together, her slender fingers were also grabbing the animal skin on her chest, and I immediately forgave her for her initial nonsense.
Since she knows me, she must be some kind of old lover from my past? A friend? Damn, the more I think about it, the more outrageous it becomes. If she says she knew me in the past, then why don't they know this woman?
It's already midnight, and thinking about this is really more uncomfortable than ripping out my heart and liver. I couldn't hold back my sleepiness, so I didn't talk all night, so I leaned to the side and fell asleep.
I had a dreamless night and had a good sleep. The next day, it was just dawn and there were no chickens here. I was woken up by two little girls from the dwarf tribe of Northern Xiang. When I got up, I saw two girls.
With their big watery eyes, they were afraid of waking up other people, so they quietly pulled me and walked out.
I picked my eyes and yawned as I walked, wondering what was going on and not letting me go back to sleep. When I saw two little girls jumping around and pulling me towards the bronze altar, I slapped my forehead and said, oh
!Yes, I actually forgot about the morning meeting!
I saw the two little girls were cute and graceful, but felt sorry for them because they were short and tired from walking, so I picked them up. The more I looked at them, the more I liked them. I kissed them gently on their little faces, and I felt sincerely
I laughed inside and felt extremely comfortable. The two little girls didn't look at me at all. They hugged my neck and were laughing and joking. I didn't feel annoyed at all. On the contrary, I felt even happier. I grew taller.
He breathed a sigh of relief and started walking towards the bronze altar.
As I got closer and closer to the bronze sacrificial altar, my ears seemed to be hearing hallucinations. The melodious sound of flutes and flutes floated in the clean morning air, making people intoxicated. From time to time, one or two conch sounds jumped out.
The horn made the music lively.
I looked at these bronze buildings, which are simple and beautiful, with smooth lines. Each house has a very different shape and different styles. There is no sign of rust after thousands of years. It can be seen that this is another kind of bronze that has been refined by secret methods. These houses
There are reliefs of eight elephants, and the streets and alleys are very orderly. And there is another feature that I have to mention, that is, there is a ten-meter copper pillar on the top of each house. Looking from a distance, it seems like
A forest of bronze. The luster of these bronzes carrying the years reflected in my eyelids and shocked my soul!
I was a little excited, and there was some heat in my eyes, and I thought to myself that China has a long history. In the long history, wars destroyed the national city, and even made the generals of culture, Tao and military strategy die under the hoof of horses. Dynasties rotated, and I cried constantly.
, most of the culture was burnt to entrap Confucian scholars and killed under the feudal regime. For example, the Northern Xiang Kingdom, which lives in seclusion in the mountains, is mellow and ancient, and has passed down the customs and culture of thousands of years ago to the present. This ancient style is thrown into the face.
, it’s hard not to sigh in shock.
Seeing that we were about to reach the sacrificial altar, I looked at the bronze pillars on the roof and thought of a possibility. These bronze pillars should be lightning rods. If there were no lightning rods, this fishing village might not be inhabitable at all. If a thunderstorm comes, the whole village will not be able to live.
Woe! If the previous inference is feasible, then diverting thunder and lightning from the Bronze Fishing Village to Hanbakeng and running through Sanfeng Mountain is a considerable and considerable project. Unless the mountain is hollow, or there is a tomb at the bottom of the mountain, this
When I think of the tomb, I think it's more likely. Of course, I can't rule out the possibility that the Sanfeng Mountain has an extremely high bronze content and has become a conductor for transmitting lightning.
As I was thinking about it, I came to the street leading to the bronze altar. When I saw the situation on the street, I was really surprised!
