Chapter 72 Fairy City (1)

Even though he said this, he thought in his heart, as long as it wasn't a bad fate for many lifetimes, Jiu Xiaohan would burn high incense.

If Jiu Xiaohan has never been afraid of monsters or ghosts, what he fears most is what he owes others.

Previously, I heard Master Wuweizi mention that there was an evil beast that was transformed into a yellow weasel and stayed around its benefactor for several lives. It believed that it couldn't replace it in this life, and it would try its best to pay it back in the next life.

He kept coming back and forth, and his bad relationship with that benefactor became deeper and deeper; on the contrary, it was just the opposite.

"Okay! I remember it, little one!"

So, Huangfu An tentatively asked again: "I just took you in such a big circle, except for the black shadow monster, didn't you find anything else weird?"

"In front of Mr. Liu, I dare not lie. However, Mr. Liu didn't ask any questions along the way, so I must not overstep my bounds! As the ancients said, 'Don't say anything that is inappropriate'."

"You quite understand the rules!"

While nodding and saying that, Huangfu'an felt very satisfied, so he raised the Night Pearl again and began to lead Jiu Xiaohan deeper into the natural cave.

"Oh? What's the general description of 'Digu Fairy City'?"

Previously, Jiu Xiaohan had not thought carefully about the specific scene of the vague "fairy city" that only appeared on an oracle bone fragment of unknown origin.

Huangfu An smoothed a strand of hair from his forehead and pinned it to his ears and temples. He wanted to hear what else could come out of the puppy mouth of the "trespasser" behind him who had some brains and knowledge.

Come ivory.

If he wants to "rebel", he must either "rebel" his father, or he must "rebel" the Tiandu Mingfu...that king? Oh, where is the sky!

If not, Jiu Xiaohan had even forgotten about the oracle bone fragment just now as Huangfuan asked repeatedly.

"Haha~~~" Huangfu'an listened with interest, pursed his lips, and slightly curved a small arc that seemed to be false, "Sure enough, a wise man has his own witty words, keep talking!"

Anyway, including those who are rich and powerful, even ordinary people, no one wants to die a good death with his body still cold! In this world, no one can see life and death like his master.

Those that are sufficiently transparent are really rare.

Huangfu An nodded, quite surprised that Jiu Xiaohan was so attentive.

"Go on..."

Jiu Xiaohan heard that some high-ranking officials, even princes and generals, had too much faith in the "wonderful sorcerers" who seemed to have various magical powers during their lifetimes, so they would choose to build the tombs of themselves and their family members after death.

, in or under well-preserved ancient tombs, so that they can use the tomb aura that has been formed over the years to cover, protect or nourish the bodies of themselves and their families, as well as the priceless burial objects. Some are full of expectations.

After the soul enters the underworld, it can continue to be in power, but some people hope to ascend to heaven and achieve enlightenment after death, and become immortals and gods.

"It's already this time, why are you still hesitating in front of me? Is it interesting?"

Jiu Xiaohan followed Huangfuan out of the narrow cliff gap with slow steps:

"However, I have read in a few casual books in the past that the ancients often used to store large quantities of supplies in deep natural caves in the tombs of their ancestors. Firstly, it was for the purpose of offering sacrifices, and secondly, it was for future generations.

In response to emergencies, such as war, sudden disasters, seasonal changes, and so on... And, is this the third time..."

"As a young man, I can't guess the original intention and ambition of Mr. Liu. As the saying goes, when you go to the city of a big country, you have worries about things far away. When you go down to a small family, you also have worries about things close by."

Jiu Xiaohan sighed and then said,

Huangfu An's unique status as the third legitimate son of the city lord of Ngee An is almost the same as the noble status, luxury and luxury enjoyed by those princes far away in Tiandu.

However, today's master has neither "dead and emerged", nor does he have any physical signs of waking up and regaining consciousness. Only the weak pulse and heartbeat that came and went at that time are left. Jiu Xiaohan's immediate worries and long-term worries are nothing more than to

Try to find a way to save the master - if you can't save him in the future, you have to serve the master for seven years. Just thinking of the master makes Jiu Xiaohan's heart hurt for a while. That's it... don't think about it now.

"Tell me, what do you think is strange about this place?"

"Hey, Jiu Xiaohan, you should tell me..." Huangfu An urged when he saw that Jiu Xiaohan was suddenly speechless.

Hearing Jiu Xiaohan's straightforward words, Huangfu'an in front suddenly stopped.

Before he finished speaking, Jiu Xiaohan could already smell the murderous aura coming out of Huangfu'an's back. In the darkness that was swept by the night pearl, Jiu Xiaohan also saw the man walking in front.

Huangfu An had already tightened his fists. Presumably, once Jiu Xiaohan told the truth that had been hidden deep in Huangfu An's heart, he would definitely not leave Jiu Xiaohan alive.

However, no matter which one of these two possibilities you name, I am afraid that you will not survive!

No matter whether this Xiao Liuye is planning to "hide his body" after his death, go to the earth and ascend to heaven, or is preparing to rebel against him and support me, if Jiu Xiaohan continues to follow him, he will definitely die without a burial place.

"Hmm...interesting! Very interesting!"

Jiu Xiaohan took half a step forward and followed Huangfu An closely. The two of them walked into a long and narrow place one after the other.

"This place is known as the Tomb of Emperor Anaconda. I have walked all the way but I haven't seen where the coffin of Emperor Anaconda is. Then I have been speculating about why Xiao Liuye lives in a simple way and still pretends to be.

Looking like this, working hard here with the death row prisoners...could it be just for the sulfur stones in the cracks of the rocks and the treasures of ancient relics used for burial?"

Huangfu'an was shocked by the breathtaking and magnificent scenery described by Jiu Xiaohan. Just listening to it, he suddenly felt that the human world was simply an unimaginable and almost impossible fantasy.

ah!

Although the Three Pure Realms in the Heavenly Palace are only spread in the teahouse scripts and folk operas of the human race, Huangfu An always believes that the world they live in is just the reincarnation of life in many directions, in heaven and earth.

It’s just the situation in which they are least able to fight against that bad fate. In the eight wastelands and the world, how can it be possible for only one type of intelligent being, the human race, to exist alone?

"Okay! Just speak up, that's all! Don't talk so much useless nonsense from now on!"

Immediately, Jiu Xiaohan secretly felt that his heart was as cold as an ice pick piercing him again.

Just when Jiu Xiaohan was excited about the analysis, his little head suddenly hit Huangfu An's strong back: "Oh! It hurts!"

However, when he was young at that time, in the library of Qingxin Guan, Jiu Xiaohan had indeed seen with his own eyes a piece of oracle bone fragments whose origin was unknown and could not be verified by the dynasty. Even his master Wuweizi Taoist, who had not known how many years he had lived, had not seen it at the time.

Can completely decipher all the strange characters engraved on the oracle bone fragment.

How could Jiu Xiaohan directly dismantle the young master Huangfu'an's mind like this?!

If this little prince doesn't want to steal or protect, then there are only two possibilities left...

It’s true that a wise man doesn’t tell secret words. Jiu Xiaohan’s little heart suddenly rose to his throat. He really responded to the sentence: Accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger, even if he is alive.

Half of the body has been buried.

"It was a few years ago when I read it when I was little. I can't remember some of the exact sentences. I only remember an outline. I don't know if the author saw it with his own eyes or imagined it. It is said that the Digu Fairy City is located in a thousand-year-old city.

Under the snow-capped mountains, the landscape is picturesque and wonderful, comparable to the Three Pure Realms on the Heavenly Palace. Palaces and pavilions, winding paths, exotic flowers and grasses, fairy plants and forests... all of which make people forget to leave, and the most wonderful thing is

What's amazing is that the people living there are ordinary people... living in the countryside, with open doors, men farming and women weaving, self-sufficient!"

"yes!"

"Digu Fairy City?" When Huangfuan heard this new term, he immediately relaxed his fists. However, he naturally could not admit that he had not heard of such related legends, so he pretended to understand and asked.

He said, "You little Xiu'er, you've actually heard of this?"

Huangfu An seemed to be smiling, but his tone was cold and his expression became a little sinister:

"In your opinion, if it's not robbery, then what does this king want to do after being here for several days?"

Huangfuan urged,

Later, it seemed that the master gave the untranslated part of the text on the fragment to his seventeenth junior brother Wu Yan to complete it. Wu Yan was reserved and liked to study, and he had extensive knowledge of many lost ancient Chinese calligraphy books. But

, As for whether Wu Yan has completely translated the entire content later, Jiu Xiaohan has no idea...

Based on Master's few words and Jiu Xiaohan's own understanding and understanding of the content, the rough prototype of a so-called "fairy city" was created.

"Yes! Even now, the young one seems like a clever woman without rice to cook a meal!"

Stealing and guarding actually complement each other. Without stealing, there is no need to guard; but with guarding, it will be counterproductive and attract more thieves.

"how?"

"I'm sorry, please tell me a short story quickly."

"But, alas... the strange elephant here is a long story!"

Since then, there have been similar records in different regions and historical classics at various stages recorded in historical records. Some of them are detailed text with thick ink and color, and some are just mentioned in an understatement.

Jiu Xiaohan's eyes lit up, and the tension that he had been holding his breath for a while could finally be relieved a little, and the heart hanging in his throat was half relieved: "The younger one is also in the second volume of the "Strange Objects" that has been lost for many years.

I have read this book and know a little bit about it."

If the little prince wanted to use the Feng Shui pattern in this underground palace to "hide corpses" and "raise corpses", then he could only be doing it for himself and should have nothing to do with his father, Huangfu Ruozhou.

of!

However, looking at it, Huangfu An is only a few years older than Jiu Xiaohan. Isn't it too early to worry about his own affairs now?

If he is not planning to live here for a long time after his death and increase his longevity; then, he is planning... to "reverse", right?!

Going further, Jiu Xiaohan didn't dare to think too carefully.

"This place is very strange, not only because of these miraculous wonders and wonders, but also from the secret room where the cage is located, through the winding caves, to the cave where Xiao Xiao and Xiao Liuye are now,

Along the way, the rock walls at hand, the soil under our feet, and the smell in our noses, even if they are simply divided into rough and smooth, hard and soft, dry and wet, there are at least seven or eight different categories when they are cross-categorized.

The scenery. The child's eyesight is indeed poor, but the ears and the sense of smell have been put to more uses... Everywhere that Mr. Liu took the child through, most of them were carefully carved by craftsmen.

The traces, even some stone chips that are easy to fall off, are deliberately made to adapt to the airway humidity in that area. At the same time, after a rough count, the nodes that connect the caves to each other should be at least

One hundred and eight intersecting bends... This number, as well as the level of sophistication in the cave, are definitely not the work of tomb robbers!"

Jiu Xiaohan paused and said:
To be continued...