The sky in front of him suddenly turned dark, and Ding Xiaoyi felt soft under his buttocks.
He looked at the stars above his head, but the old man's breath had disappeared without a trace.
"what happened??"
Just when he was stunned, he heard a resentful voice singing Xingxue: "You owe me your life now, get up from me quickly!"
Looking back, I found myself sitting in Song Xingxue's arms.
Zhang Gu squatted in the corner, using a small wooden box as a table. After glancing at the two of them silently, he continued to write quickly on the sheepskin.
He looked serious and focused, just like he did in elementary school because he didn't finish his homework and was punished by the teacher to squat in the corridor to make up for it.
Ding Xiaoyi got up from Song Xingxue, looked around, and was about to ask Song Xingxue what was going on.
Unexpectedly, when he looked up, he saw the graffitied smiling face on the door to the side.
(?￣︶￣?)y
"Eh??" Look carefully, isn't this the gate of Big Head Graffiti?
Looking around again, they were actually back outside the abandoned ancient city.
"How did we get back to this place??" Ding Xiaoyi turned back and looked at Song Xingxue.
Unexpectedly, Song Xingxue curled his lips and said, "We have never gone out at all."
“Never went out??”
"It's due to the flow of time. You have been involved in it since the last time you stepped in."
At this time, a strange voice came.
Only then did Ding Xiaoyi notice that a young man dressed in white was sitting on the abandoned stone door.
He is similar in age to Ding Xiaoyi and Song Xingxue.
"You are..." Seeing that this young man was dressed like a Confucian disciple, he suddenly became alert.
"Xiao Yi, don't do anything. This is Chu Ke, a member of the Zongheng family. If it weren't for him, we might all be dead."
Song Xingxue hurriedly stepped forward and explained.
It turned out that when Song Xingxue sensed something was wrong, he took Zhang Gu and ran all the way, but not long after running, he realized something was wrong.
When they came, this place was obviously a desert, but now it looks like a vast grassland.
And the farther I ran, the more I found that my body began to deteriorate rapidly.
Fortunately for Song Xingxue, he had spiritual protection and the inheritance of Emperor Zongji, so he was not deeply affected. However, Zhang Gu suddenly became more than ten years younger.
If we continue running with this result, I'm afraid Zhang Gu will turn into a baby before long.
Just when Song Xingxue was at a loss, it was Chu Ke who discovered them and pulled them out of the torrent of time.
It was precisely because of Chu Ke that Song Xingxue was able to use the [Flying Star Hook] to pull Ding Xiaoyi out.
"Zongheng's family, Chu Ke is polite!"
Chu Ke jumped down from the stone gate and raised his hands to Ding Xiaoyi.
Then he took out a small bottle and gave it to Ding Xiaoyi: "Brother Ding is so powerful that he was able to escape completely. I admire you. This is the Nine Fragrance Condensing Spring Pill refined by my master. It has the best effect on treating hidden injuries."
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he couldn't help but look up at Chu Ke and asked curiously: "You're not going to kill me? You still want to help me, for what purpose??"
Chu Ke's strength is not weak. The fact that he can pull Song Xingxue and himself out of the torrent of time is enough to prove that his strength is definitely not inferior to the two of them.
Ordinarily, anyone who could cut off his own head at this time would definitely be famous.
But Chu Ke is not like this. As the saying goes, if you don't seek short-term gain, you must have a long-term plan. Some questions are better asked up front.
"Haha, the foundation of the art of vertical and horizontal, distance and close attack, lies not in how many enemies I can defeat, but in how many friends I have.
The enemies of my enemies are friends, and the friends of my enemies are also friends. As long as I have enough friends, I will have the capital to dominate the world."
Chu Ke laughed loudly and looked magnanimous. Even without the help of the fire of thinking, he could feel that this guy really didn't seem to be lying.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to stand firm in his current state. If he really took action, Song Xingxue, a loser, might not be able to protect himself.
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi accepted the gift generously, opened the medicine bottle, and found a blue pill inside rolled into the palm of his hand.
Immediately, the fragrance filled the air, and just by taking a breath, Ding Xiaoyi immediately felt that the pain in his body was not so painful anymore.
So he opened his mouth and swallowed the pill.
As for whether it was poison, he wasn't afraid. He could even spit out the fire of time, let alone mere poison.
After taking the pill, Ding Xiaoyi immediately felt a coolness in his internal organs, and there was a strange fragrance deep in his body.
"This Nine Fragrance Ningchun Dan is the master's favorite work. Although it is not as good as the Lu Yan Powder of the famous medical masters, it is also a rare treasure. It is not only specially designed to treat hidden wounds and stubborn diseases, but after eating it, a strange fragrance will be produced on the body, which will affect hundreds of people."
It will disappear in the sun, but the materials are hard to find, and my master has only refined a few in the past few years."
Ding Xiaoyi didn't know whether Chu Ke's words were true or false, but the effect of Jiuxiang Spring Pill was indeed good.
After I ate it, I felt that my body no longer hurt after a while.
Although the hidden injury is still there, he can now move freely.
"Let's go, leave here first!" Song Xingxue urged.
He didn't want to stay in this place for a moment longer, for fear of getting involved in something strange again.
But Ding Xiaoyi had doubts and shook his head: "Don't worry, we left too hastily before. There are some things here that we didn't even understand. Let's go back and take a look!"
As he spoke, he ignored Song Xingxue and turned around to walk deeper into the ancient city.
This ancient city should be the inner city that I saw through my big eyes.
There should be a ring of cities outside, but they have long been submerged in the yellow sand.
He walked directly to where the temple was, and saw that the temple was still standing in front of him. However, due to the wear and tear of time and yellow sand, the temple was no longer as majestic and solemn as he had seen.
“What are you doing in this damn place??”
Song Xingxue looked at the dark temple and felt a tingle in his heart.
After Ding Xiaoyi walked in, he took out his flashlight and shined a light on the dome. He saw that the dome had cracked and the huge eyeball he saw had disappeared.
Under the light, a huge statue was enshrined in the dark hall.
At first, I thought that the statue seemed to be enshrining some kind of mysterious god. However, after taking a closer look with the light of a flashlight, I discovered that the object enshrined in the temple was actually a relief sculpture.
With a gentle wave of his hand, he summoned a strong wind and swept away all the sand on the relief.
Suddenly the relief standing in front of me became clear.
"Click!!"
At this time, a flash suddenly flashed in the hall, and Zhang Gu was seen holding a point-and-shoot camera, constantly changing the angle to take pictures.
Chu Ke looked at the point-and-shoot camera in Zhang Gu's hand with curiosity.
It seems that I have never seen such a magical thing.
Ding Xiaoyi carefully examined the images carved on the relief.
One end of this relief is a mountain suspended above Jiutian. The mountain is suspended in Jiutian, and below are endless peaks.
On the other side, many people knelt and worshiped toward the mountain.
Normally there is nothing special about this relief, but Ding Xiaoyi's eyes were immediately attracted by the bright red color on the relief.
"This is... a coffin??"
If he hadn't entered Po Meng's dream and seen the so-called big coffin, Ding Xiaoyi wouldn't have recognized it at the moment.
However, the coffin that Meng Po saw in her dream was black.
But this coffin has a strange red light, which is still clearly visible even in the dark.
"There are words below!"
Song Xingxue pointed to the writing under the relief.
Unfortunately, neither of them recognized them, so they could only look at Zhang Gu and Chu Ke.
Others are not good at this kind of thing, but Zhang Gu is an exception.
As a writer, reading and deciphering is a basic ability. Zhang Gu stepped forward and gently touched the words under the stone carvings with his palms.
It's like identifying each word one by one.
Although the process was very slow, Ding Xiaoyi and Song Xingxue could feel a unique power of rules flashing on Zhang Gu's fingertips.
I can't help but speculate in my heart: This is the blessing of some kind of rule power obtained by worshiping the family.
After a while, Zhang Gu's frown finally slowly relaxed.
"In the southwest, there is a mountain suspended in the sky. This mountain has been slowly drifting toward the southwest, but it will bring endless disasters wherever it goes.
Old people will die overnight and babies will grow up overnight.
Adults also age rapidly.
People call this mountain "Klos", which means the forbidden place of time.
One hundred and sixty years later, the sky opened, and a red coffin fell from the sky and hit Cross.
On that day, the Holy Mountain cracked into many fragments and scattered on the earth. People discovered that as long as they mastered these fragments, they could gain eternal life.
The price is to be imprisoned in the long river of time forever, so everyone on this land is killing crazily, just to seize the fragments of time."
Zhang Gu finished the text in one breath. Of course, it is impossible to record it in such detail.
There are naturally elements of Zhang Gu’s speculation and artistic processing in it.
But it probably means the same thing.
"Time fragments!"
Hearing this, the old guy suddenly flashed in Ding Xiaoyi's mind. After taking out a small fragment of time, he suddenly returned to his peak state.
And not long ago, Wang Gouzi showed him the time fragments.
According to the meaning on the relief, is a mountain all fragments of time? Then wouldn’t this be...
He thought of something, and Song Xingxue also suddenly thought of the description of the ghost princess.
The two of them were greatly excited at the same time, and seemed to understand that the so-called 'Klos' was the Kunlun in people's mouth, perhaps the eternal place mentioned by Wang Gouzi.