Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 32 Remembrance of Ancient Poetry
Shen Zhimo squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the surrounding scenery.
A small room the size of a booger, about two people tall, with two bronze wall lamps full of patina on the left and right walls. The lampshades were carved with twisted and primitive patterns. There was actually lamp oil in the pot. The white core and yellow flame burned very brightly.
calm.
This small room is made of extremely hard rocks. The moss on the walls that has been soaked in black has long been withered and yellow. If you rub it with your hands, it will fall apart. Thick dust and sand are accumulated on the ground and in the cracks of the rocks, and crawling in the dark corners.
It is covered with cobwebs, and at a glance, it feels like it has a long history and vicissitudes of time, as if no one has been here for hundreds of years.
Passing through the door on the south side is a long corridor with a lot of floating sand on both sides. The corridor has a vaulted ceiling, and the end is dark and you can't see the edge at a glance. There are many boulders stained with brown blood, giving people a strange feeling.
An eerie feeling.
There was a small bell next to the door, which was tied to a rope hanging to the ground. Shen Zhimo stretched out his hand and pulled it, and the whole rope was rotten and fell down with a "pop". Terry Hill said: "We should look inside the Tower of Eternal Time.
, I don’t know what exists at the end of the corridor, maybe there is an unknown danger inside.”
"Tower of Eternal Time? You old bastard can do a little bit of everything? Why is it called Eternal Time?"
Tyreseer shook his head: "In addition to the knowledge gained from traveling on the two continents, I learned some other unknown things from ancient books. The history of elves is much longer than that of humans, and the prophets left a lot of useful knowledge. The entire continent
There is no building of this style. I have only seen similar descriptions in the "Illustrated Book of Ancient Civilizations". As for whether it is really the Tower of Eternal Time, it remains to be investigated."
"So, what is the Tower of Eternal Time?"
"I don't know. There is only one name in the illustrated book, but I guess it was built by a mysterious race long ago in pursuit of the truth of time. Obviously, they are still lost in time. You see, this place has become history."
"Damn magic stick, what you said is really mysterious." Shen Zhimo smiled, and his eyes suddenly widened. He saw that Terry Hill was completely wet, and his clothes were tightly attached to his skin. His graceful figure was clearly exposed, and his chest was double.
The peak and the small protrusions on it are clearly visible, the waist is slender and not full, and the slender neck is still stained with a few drops of water, which is particularly attractive. With a dim light, the overall look is even more pure, and the whole body is
There is not a single flaw to be found from top to bottom, and it is so beautiful that people are amazed. The Creator is really miraculous, and he actually created such a perfect race.
Shen Zhimo had always ignored her beauty before, but now he was sinking to the bottom of the lake, surrounded by silence and no disturbance, his mind was clear, and he couldn't help but feel intoxicated.
Tyreseer didn't notice the other party's obscene gaze and said: "Saga, please don't call me a magic stick. I just learned the prophecy technique."
After all, Shen Zhimo is not an ordinary person. He usually practices the Taoist practice of quietness and inaction, so he is not obsessed with beauty. He soon wakes up and only treats her as a beautiful work of art. He smiles and says: "Say the word prophecy."
, what else can you be if you are not a magic stick? Are you really able to predict the future? In my opinion, it is better to set up a street stall and hang a banner with the iron-mouthed divination to swindle money."
Terry Hill ignored his teasing and walked forward, lighting a wall lamp every few steps. Some of the lamps had dried up and ignored them. Even though Shen Zhimo was full of questions, he could only bury them in his heart.
, followed behind, the dull sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.
This abandoned tower is filled with an eerie atmosphere. The corridor is wide enough to accommodate ten people walking side by side. The ceiling is also very high, with chandeliers of unclear material hanging upside down from inlaid metal chains. Occasionally, there is a room
Even in the empty room, you can still see the grandeur of the past. The peeling gold paint at the door, the tassels on the pillars, and the statues of gods and monsters at the corner all reflect the glory of the past.
It is estimated that even if the tower was raised to the lake, the sunlight would not be able to illuminate the darkness inside.
The two walked along the corridor. At the end was a wide side hall, with round boulder pillars supporting a huge dome. The decayed carpet extended to the central staircase. Every step you took would turn into powdery dust.
Debris flew up. There were several strange-shaped stone tables around, gray and full of dust. One of the pillars had been cracked from the middle, but it did not collapse due to the huge pressure from top to bottom. Time is left everywhere here.
Mark of.
At this moment, Shen Zhimo felt a little nostalgic in his heart, and couldn't help but recite in Chinese: "There are no ancients in front of me, and no coming ones in the back. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness."
Teresil's ears twitched: "What language are you talking about? Ancient Samur? Exodar? Sililgan? Nikolai Tauren? Or dragon language? The language of the entire world.
, I know at least 90% of it, why can’t I understand what language you are using?”
"Oh, this is an ancient poem that I unconsciously thought of when I saw the scene in front of me."
"What ancient poem, please translate it for me." Tyrixil asked, not knowing where the interest came from.
Shen Zhimo went through the Samur words he knew in his mind, carefully translated the song "Dengyouzhoutai Song" completely, and said: "Looking around, there is no trace of the sages of the past, and looking back, there is no imitation.
The ancient sages today think of the long and distant sky, the long and vast earth, and I am the only one on the stage to express my feelings. I feel even more sad and sad. I can't help but burst into tears and wet my clothes."
Terry Hill is stirring. The distant artistic conception and lonely and miserable mood in the translated verses are extremely artistically appealing. Facts have proved that this poem that has been passed down through the ages has not been lost even if it is expressed in another language.
Regardless of the color, this poem can easily arouse resonance in the tower of eternal time with a long history. The elves are a race that likes to indulge in history. They were so deeply touched that they were stunned and speechless.
The central stone table is full of text symbols, with upturned corners, and each stroke is connected. The strokes are very complex, and the font is as beautiful as a painting art. Shen Zhimo brushed away the dust vigorously, looked at the columns of words, and said: "Terry Hill
, you old bastard claims to know all the languages around the world, let me ask you, what is written on this?" The language is rude, and you do not treat Tyreseer as a beautiful elf at all.