Perhaps, there is no solution to these eight formation diagrams at all.

Huang Chengyan was able to break the formation not because he understood the logic of the formation, but because he knew how to live in harmony with destiny and comply with the laws of nature.

After he led Lu Xun out of the Eighth Formation, he also said that he was not helping Lu Xun, but that it was destiny.

If you insist on breaking the formation, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of the eight formations in this life.

I simply closed my notebook, packed my luggage, and lay down on the spot. I let the boat drift on the Wangchuan River, no matter where it went, it would be the same.

I felt very sleepy as soon as I lay down, and fell asleep soon.

At first I felt that the surroundings were very cold and I couldn't sleep well.

But gradually I felt that the surroundings became slightly warmer, and the whistling wind in my ears stopped.

Then I heard the gurgling water again.

This sleep made me a hundred times more energetic. I got up sleepily and opened my eyes.

When I saw the beautiful scenery in front of me, I couldn't help but froze.

It was very different from the dark underground palaces and ancient tombs I imagined.

This is not the ancient tomb of Shushan. It is clearly a fairyland outside the world.

The small boat I was in was still drifting on the river, but the sky above my head was clear.

There are steep and towering cliffs on both sides. I looked up and saw a cuckoo bird standing on a small tree growing in the cracks of the mountain walls.

The boat kept swimming along the river, and then I came back to my senses. There was actually a waterfall in front of me!

I was shocked.

He quickly got up and looked around to see if there was anything he could grab.

But as soon as I stood up, before I could stand firm, the ship under my feet jolted, and I fell back into the cabin, almost hitting my head on the jade coffin.

Then the hull reached the fault of the waterfall, and the hull slowly tilted until it fell straight down in a vertical position.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

I was shocked.

That moment of weightlessness was as exciting as riding a roller coaster.

I clung to the wooden teeth on the bow of the boat and followed the boat down the cliff.

With such a high drop and such a fast river, even if it falls on the water, the resistance at that moment is no different from falling on the concrete floor.

When I was in school, one of my roommates often liked to think about philosophical scientific propositions, such as what would happen if a person fell into water from a height of 100 meters.

Some people think that they will never die.

However this is not the case at all.

Those divers on TV are all professionally trained, but if ordinary people fall into the water from a high altitude, it is no different from jumping off a building.

After all, water also has density, so just like if someone splashed water on you, you would feel slightly hit in the face.

When falling from a high altitude and falling into the water after rapid acceleration, the density of the water surface has no time to be dispersed, resulting in broken tendons and fractures.

Now I feel this feeling deeply.

I followed the boat into the water hard, and the impact and pain I felt at that moment were really unforgettable to me, even more powerful than the slap from the crazy Erpang.

If it weren't for my Yanwei Gu that can repair injuries after molting, I'm afraid I would be a member of the Jade Coffin now.

What was even more surprising to me was that although I was severely beaten, the boat and the jade coffin were still intact.

Moreover, after falling into the water, the boat quickly floated to the surface like a leaf, and the jade coffin was intact.

On the other hand, I was soaked all over and lying on the bow of the boat, half dead.

I coughed out the water that had choked my lungs, and it took me a long time to recover. At this time, the boat was unmanned and docked on its own.

I jumped off the boat and found an open space on the coast. The open space was full of ship coffins parked here. Each ship had a Xuanshui jade coffin, but there were men and women lying in the coffins.

I was just wondering, those boat coffins floating on the river were all filled with male Hmong people, so where were the coffins of the female Hmong people?

It turns out they are all here.

At the same time, I also discovered a detail, that is, there is generally no golden nanmu box in the jade coffins of male Miao people.

In other words, the boat coffins with golden nanmu boxes on their pillows that just attacked us have been cruising on the Wangchuan River. As long as outsiders upload them, the poisonous insects in them will be activated. They should also be one of the defense mechanisms of the ancient tomb.

And every time, only one of those ship coffins is the jade coffin that can actually reach here.

Then here comes the problem.

These jade coffins are all parked on the shore. Where do new jade coffins come from?

Could it be said that one of the Miao people above was buried in a boat coffin and then flowed down the river?

But I didn't see the shadow of the boat coffin in Hei Miao Village.

yes!

I didn't see the shadow of the boat coffin in Hei Miao Village.

Apart from the skeletons from civil strife decades ago, I didn't see any graves where the Heimiao ancestors were buried.

In that case, this is probably the burial place of those Black Miao people?

I looked up and saw the blue sky and flowing white clouds, and I was sure this must be the ground.

This made me even more confused.

We obviously went down very deep underground and then floated through the underground river. Why did we return to the land when we reached the lower reaches of the Wangchuan River?

I don’t know why, but this place still gives me an indescribable sense of dissonance.

I vaguely felt that my vision might have deceived me. This should not be above ground, but underground.

But I can indeed see the sky, and I am not allowed to say that the coffin must be buried underground. There are many customs such as sky burial.

However, I don’t think Zhuge Liang and Zhang Sanfeng created the maze just to protect local customs.

They don't let others enter here, which means there is another mystery here.

I carefully avoided the boat coffins around me for fear of waking up these Miao ancestors.

As I walked, I suddenly realized that something seemed not quite right.

In addition to the differences in the men and women buried in these coffins, there also seem to be differences in the burial objects.

I looked carefully and found that there was one less thing in the jade coffin of the male Miao people than that of the female Miao people - silk.

Every female Hmong person will have a thin piece of silk covering her body. The surroundings look exactly like the silk and satin from the European silk country, but the male Miao people don't have it.

The San Miao tribe is a branch of the ancient matrilineal society, while the Black Miao people have always lived the same life as their ancestors, so here women are superior to men.

The presence or absence of silk may just be a matter of status and class.

What interests me is not whether there are silks in the coffin, but why these silks are exactly the same as the silk reeling in the European silk country.

Reminiscent of my previous judgment from the Miao people's clothing, the silk threads woven into their clothes were the same as my waistband, which came from silk reeling in the European silk country.

So where did the silk thread they used for weaving come from?

I stopped to observe the jade coffin containing the Miao woman, and found that there was a shimmering light in the gap in the coffin lid. Only by looking carefully could I see that it was a silk thread a hundred times thinner than hair. If there was no sunlight from the sky,

It's impossible to tell the difference at all.

These threads extend straight ahead, seeming to be guiding me.

I gently held up a piece of silk thread, and suddenly felt a pain in my finger. When I looked again, I found that it was this thin thread that had cut my finger.

Although the thread felt thin and soft, it was unexpectedly sharp, and it cut my finger just slightly when I picked it up.

Everything I had seen before, including the girdle on my body, was all made of pieces of silk. I had never thought that such thin silk could be used to cut hair instantly.

However, if I go forward, I can't guarantee whether there will be a maze like the one on the Wangchuan River. If there is no silk thread to guide the way, I can't guarantee that I will get lost again.

I thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a good idea. I used Erpang's saber to cut off the trouser legs, cut the cloth into strips, rolled them into a tube shape, made a protective grip, and walked forward along the direction known by the silk thread.

I walked through the cluster of spiritual trees and saw a very narrow valley in front of me.

As I expected, the valley was filled with thick fog. Without the guidance of silk thread, I would probably get lost in the valley.

I groped my way further into the valley. In the hazy mist, I seemed to see a huge black shadow standing in the dense forest of the valley. I approached the "black shadow" to check and found that it was actually a statue.

I shined a flashlight on the statue on the base and saw a lifelike tiger carved on the base.

It's just that this tiger is different. Not only is it stronger and taller than ordinary tigers, but it also has wings on its back.

In traditional domestic mythology, there is only one tiger with wings, and that is the White Tiger Constellation among the Four Saints.

I don’t know why, but when I saw that this was a white tiger, I always felt like I had seen it somewhere, but I couldn’t remember it.

In the end, I just thought that this tiger was no different from the tigers in the zoo except that it was a little bigger and had wings. Maybe it was just an illusion.

I took a photo of the white tiger statue and left it for future research.

After the shutter sound of my phone clicked, I noticed something seemed a little off about this photo.
To be continued...