Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 33 Strange Element Power
Terry Hill kept mumbling to himself: "The sky is long and high, the earth is long and vast... Saga, what is the name of this poem?"
Shen Zhimo said: "Go to Youzhou Taige."
"Youzhou Terrace? Where is that place again?" Terry Hill came to the stone table to examine it carefully, frowning and said: "This is the ancient Samur script. This is the script that people used thousands of years ago. It has been
It's very different from today's. I guess not many people in the world except very knowledgeable scholars know about it. You see, its grammar is quite weird nowadays, almost equivalent to another language. The subject and predicate are
The order of arrangement, as well as the glyph structure, and the changes in yin and yang are extremely complicated. Hmm, I don’t really understand it. What’s engraved on it is probably a long-lost spell, and this stone table is an altar.”
"Oh, that's okay. It's more serious for us to find a way out as soon as possible. There is no food or drink here. If we drive around for a few more times, people will die. I don't know how Simon is doing up there."
"No, do you know the structure of the tower? Do you know where each road leads to?" Tyreseer said seriously: "Looking from the outside just now, this tower is bigger than the palace, and it is estimated to be no less than a few square kilometers in area.
If we don't understand it as soon as possible, we will die inside sooner or later. We must judge from clues in every corner."
Shen Zhimo touched his chin: "That makes sense. You are an expert, so I will leave this arduous task to you." He thought to himself: "I know nothing, and I am half a useless person."
Terry Hill carefully identified it, barely able to understand some of the incoherent words, and explained one by one: "Oh my god, it's really complicated. For the first time, I found that the knowledge I learned was far from enough. Well, it lasts for a long time.
The road of darkness..., that's probably what it means, waking up from the ancient slumber..."
Shen Zhimo complained: "There is no practical content at all. Let's take a walk first to see what else there is. Maybe there will be an exit leading to the lake from here."
"You are so optimistic." Teresil said in the unique sweet voice of the elf: "In fact, few miracles happen in real life."
Shen Zhimo was surprised: "You are different from the elves I imagined. Old Hamal often told me stories about various races in the mainland. You elves are more exaggerated."
"That's because the elves' lives are too comfortable, and they always like to have limitless fantasies, or indulge in the long and glorious history. I think it is more reliable to be a down-to-earth person, so I chose to travel."
"You impressed me." As Shen Zhimo said this, he took out the Ladder Cloud Zong Qinggong and jumped up high. When the power of the ascent was almost exhausted, he put his left hand lightly on the wall and jumped up to more than ten feet high.
He grabbed the burning wall lamp with his right hand and broke it with force. The wall lamp, which was still very solid despite its age, was torn off, and the two fixing copper nails popped out, raising a burst of dust and leaving a small hole in the wall.
Shen Zhimo showed off this unique skill, his face was not red and he was not out of breath. He held the wall lamp in his hand as a lighting torch and said with a proud smile: "Of course, there is nothing in the world that can make it hard for me."
Tyreseer looked at him with a strange expression, hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.
The two discussed for a moment, found the exit at the other end of the side hall, and continued to explore.
It was still a corridor-like passage without windows. The ceiling was low, the air was turbid, and the light was dim, making the atmosphere very eerie. The two walked along, kicking up a lot of mud. From beginning to end, every inch of the wall was engraved with the same words as before.
Text like a stone table.
After passing through the corridor and turning a ninety-degree bend, an intersection appeared in front of him. The size and width of each intersection and the decorative style of the door frame were exactly the same. Shen Zhimo hesitated slightly and chose the direction on the left. When they turned several consecutively
After turning and connecting with cross roads or multiple intersections, the two found themselves lost.
They didn't feel too tired physically, but the repeated roads and gloomy buildings brought great depression to their minds. After an unknown amount of time, they turned to a seemingly identical intersection again. Shen Zhimo stretched out his legs and lifted his butt.
Sitting on the ground, never wanting to move again.
"Old magician, maybe someone will find our bones in a few thousand years."
Terry Hill still stood so elegantly and calmly, with her back straight and shoulders steady, as if nothing had ever disturbed her. She looked at Shen Zhimo and said: "I have been calculating the patterns of these corridors, their length, direction, and angle."
Come on, you shouldn't be discouraged."
Shen Zhimo smiled weakly and said, "Damn it, how can there be any rules?"
"Saga, I have studied the theory of Osvid, the great human scholar. It is a mathematical probability problem. We must know that everything in the world has laws. We only need to find out the laws to get the answer."
Shen Zhimo used to study eight-part essays and was exposed to Confucianism. As an adult, he traveled around the world, drank from large bowls, ate large pieces of meat, and put loyalty first. How could he know anything about "mathematics"? He was dumbfounded by Terry Hill's words and said with a smile:
"Okay, actually I don't have high hopes. Let's talk about it. What is your true identity?"
"Me? I said, if the time comes, I will tell you. You are also very mysterious. No other ethnic group is like you. If I guess correctly, your Samur language only started in the past few months.
You know almost nothing about this world. You must know that even the most isolated human tribe of the Star Dynasty or the most uncivilized tauren clan in the northern Starfrost Forest can speak a few words of Samur Common.
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Shen Zhimo smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know why I am here. Maybe I have lost my memory. This kind of thing is common and nothing special. Maybe I was hit in the head by a stone, and then the kind old Hamal took me in."
Of course he would not be stupid enough to tell the other party the truth and just make up a lie to get over the problem.
Tyreseer said thoughtfully: "I remember you once spoke a very beautiful language and that poem. Your aggressive and highly practical fighting skills, each routine has its own system.
, I can even feel an extremely strange elemental power flowing in your body, which I have never heard of in this world. The mysterious temperament in you is very attractive. Tell me if there is any civilized country in the world that I have not explored.