Han Feng noticed this situation immediately, but he was not surprised. Gu Yun had already told him about the magic of Qin Stone.

But then an even more bizarre phenomenon appeared. In the light and shadow of the bright moon, waves of water-like ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the quiet and singing piano stone. After several ripples, it finally transformed into a strange picture: a naked figure.

A young girl dances gracefully with a goshawk on her feet. Although the image is mist in the stone, the girl's elegance and refinement, and her dancing posture are stunningly beautiful, are vivid and lifelike.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and his fingers stopped moving unconsciously. Unexpectedly, as soon as the sound of the piano stopped, the image immediately disappeared, as if nothing had happened. When the piano was played again, the scene just now was gone.

Han Feng knows that this is the so-called "miracle" and "fate", which can be encountered but cannot be sought. There is a certain destiny in the dark, and sometimes it cannot be explained clearly in words. Han Feng has always believed that in nature,

There is a mysterious power, but unfortunately humans today cannot grasp and control it.

Could it be that this is Qin Shi’s secret?

Han Feng was confused.

When Han Feng restored this picture and placed it in front of Professor Zhong, not only Professor Zhong, but also all the experts and scholars present were stunned. What is this? I have only seen the spectacle of a horse trampling a flying swallow, but never heard of it.

Have you ever mentioned the shape of the Jade Girl Goshawk? Everyone has speculated whether this is a totem of ancient humans or a surreal myth?

Just as everyone was looking at each other, Professor Meng Qingyun, who had silver hair all over his head, suddenly said: "I have seen this picture before!"

Professor Meng Qingyun is one of the few experts on ancient books in the country. He is well-read and has an extraordinary memory. His research on mysterious cultural phenomena in China is even more extraordinary. His words are resounding and unquestionable. Therefore, everyone's emotions suddenly rose. Not long ago

Weiyang Kingdom, which seemed to be still elusive in the clouds, seemed to be suddenly within reach.

Professor Zhong was even more overjoyed, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he said eagerly: "Old Meng, have you seen this picture? Where is it? Tell me quickly!"

Everyone present focused their attention on Meng Qingyun, waiting for him to reveal this shocking secret.

"More than 20 years ago, I saw a book from my teacher Ji Muhan, which contained this picture. At that time, I was shocked by the strange shape of this picture, which was rare in the world, so I paid attention to it. It was a pity that at that time

I was so nervous at work that I didn’t do research carefully, and I didn’t ask the teacher about the origin of this picture!” Professor Meng’s tone revealed infinite regret.

"What kind of book is that? Do you remember it?" Professor Zhong asked impatiently.

"That book should be an edition from the mid-Northern Song Dynasty. As for the title, it has been so long and I really have no idea what it is!" Professor Meng said apologetically.

"Is there any explanation in the book about this picture?" Professor Zhong continued to ask without giving up.

"There should be, but it's been a long time and I've almost forgotten about it!"

"Think about it, don't you have any impression at all?"

Professor Meng closed his eyes, thought hard for a while, and said: "I still vaguely remember some content, roughly: '... there is a valley in the shadow of the mountain that looks like an eyebrow... There is a stream in the valley called Qingtan... To the left of the stream

One hundred and twenty paces there is a cave that is hundreds of feet deep... The clouds and mist gather, and the natives say that a goddess is coming and going... so it is called the Goddess Cave..."

"Do you know what mountain it is?" Professor Zhong asked. If the name and location of the mountain are determined, the scope of the search will be greatly reduced, and the day when the treasure will be found will be imminent.

Meng Qingyun scratched his head and said sheepishly: "It took too long, and I only had a quick glance at it, so I really can't remember it clearly!"

"Lao Meng, don't be embarrassed! You can remember so much, which is already very good! If we can find this Weiyang country that has disappeared for thousands of years, Han Feng and you, Lao Meng, must have contributed a lot!" Professor Zhong said with a smile.

Everyone present was happy. The gloom of months of stagnation was gone, and everyone was smiling.

However, the next question arises. Mr. Ji Muhan is an internationally renowned master of Chinese studies. Unfortunately, he passed away more than ten years ago. Is this book still there today? If you can't find this book, then all the textual research

Work will be in trouble again.

News soon spread that Mr. Ji donated all his books to the Beijing Ancient Books Research Center before his death.

Everyone was immediately overjoyed.

However, the news from the Beijing Ancient Books Research Center brought all the excited hopes to an extreme: a batch of priceless ancient books were stolen from the research center three years ago, including the Song Dynasty edition donated by Mr. Ji Muhan. Although the police tried their best

Detected, but there is still no news.

When Meng Qingyun saw the stolen bibliography, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Oh my God!... How is this possible?... "Ba Shu Zhi Lue"... is this book, absolutely correct!"

Everyone's heart suddenly sank, like an ice cellar.

Research work had to be temporarily suspended.

At this moment, Commander Qin of the base informed Han Feng to meet him. As soon as they met, Commander Qin told him bad news: Zhang Meng had been hacked by a Chongqing gang.

In the past two months, although Han Feng stayed at the anti-terrorism base, due to the extreme confidentiality of the treasure hunting team's work, everyone was cut off from the outside world, so Han Feng knew nothing about the recent situation of the "Cold Thorn Commando"

.

A month ago, Zhang Meng's father died of illness. Since Zhang Meng was an only son with an elderly mother at home and was frail and sick, the base took into account his special family situation and allowed him to go home for the funeral.

Zhang Meng's home is in the mountain city of Chongqing.

When Zhang Meng was preparing to return to the army after attending the funeral, something happened.

On the bus stop, four or five arrogant young people surrounded a weak and helpless mother and daughter. The mother described her as withered and skinny, while the daughter was elegant and beautiful but her face was filled with sadness.

A guy whose hair was shaved down to only a lock of yellow hair on his head quietly reached into the old man's pocket and took out a small bag wrapped tightly with a dirty handkerchief.

"Thief!" Someone suddenly shouted.

The surrounding crowd suddenly became commotion.

"Damn it! What's your name? If you have the guts, come forward!" Huang Mao became furious when he saw Xingzang being exposed.

The old man was shocked when she found that the money was missing. She grabbed Huang Mao's clothes and begged: "Son, this is our old man's life-saving money. He was injured when he was working on the construction site, and now

Lying in the hospital. My daughter and I knelt down from door to door in the village and begged fellow villagers to collect this money. My child, please do a good job and return the money to me. Our whole family is grateful for your great kindness!"

The old man burst into tears, and the girls kept sobbing. The purple blood stains and broken wounds on their foreheads were shocking.

"You damn old man! When did I see your money?" Huang Mao raised his hand and slapped the old man.

When the girl saw her mother being beaten, she was filled with anger. She rushed forward and asked, "Why do you beat my mother?"

"Hey! Little girl! With a look like this, you still have money to worry about? Come with a few of your brothers, you can pay as much as you want!" Upon seeing this, the young men nearby gathered around and actually started to touch the girl in broad daylight.

foot.

Countless onlookers gathered around the platform, all with blank expressions, and no one dared to speak out to stop him.

"No... no..., the child is young and immature. I don't want the money anymore. Please let her go!" The old man pulled the girl behind him and knelt down in front of the young people with a "pop" sound.

There was a lot of commotion here. There were two policemen on duty not far from the platform. They glanced here but had no reaction. In the end, they simply turned away.

Huang Mao cursed: "Old thing, it's her blessing that I like her, don't be so fucking ignorant!" After saying that, he was about to grab the girl. But his wrist was grabbed by someone in the middle.

It was like steel pliers, and the pain made him grin and scream.
Chapter completed!