A few days later, Lu Ming drove Li Shiqing and Si Teng to Cangcheng Mountain and began their journey to find the hanging door, intending to fulfill Si Teng's first condition.
As for where Lu Ming's car came from and where his driver's license came from, don't ask this question. The question comes from a certain black-hearted B&B owner with great powers.
"Let me see where Xingyun Pavilion is~"
Lu Ming searched the map on his mobile phone. Xingyun Pavilion was built by Si Teng's mortal enemy Qiu Shan. He planned to follow the original plot and contact other Xuanmen Zongzong through Xingyun Pavilion and then hand it over to Si Teng.
As for whether Si Teng could beat him, he didn't consider this issue at all. In the original play, Xuanmen was a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people. Even because of the rapid development of society, the Xuanmen were not seen in real life for many years, which made Xuanmen extremely lazy.
Some people even work part-time in other jobs.
Some are engaged in real estate sales, some are anchors, some are renting out businesses, and some are setting up street stalls to sell antiques...
Speaking of which, the only one who did better was Qiu Shan from Xingyun Pavilion. He faked his own death and became the CEO of a company.
"found it!"
Lu Ming handed the phone to Li Shiqing, "Go from here to here and go around a few alleys, and you'll be a few hundred meters away."
"Then shall we go now? Or..."
Li Shiqing looked at Si Teng and pointed to the sky. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, which was obviously not a good time to visit.
"Of course we go now!"
Si Teng said nonchalantly, the corners of her mouth raised slightly to conceal her pride, "Decades have passed, people like Xuanmen should be quite comfortable."
"I have to let them know I'm back!"
When she talked about it later, there was a smile on her lips and eyebrows. This was the first time that Li Shiqing and Lu Ming saw her in such a good mood. She said, "When I think about it, after today, many people will not be able to eat or sleep because of me."
I feel like this feeling...haha...it really makes me want to open a warehouse and stock up on food."
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Inside Xingyun Pavilion.
Although Wang Qiankun had explained to Yan Furui many times that his visit this time was actually to appreciate the local customs of Cangcheng Mountain. Before leaving, he happened to receive a letter from Yan Furui, so he did not want to pay attention to it at first, but considering that Qiu Shanxuanshi
I have an old relationship with my great master and don't look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face. I hesitated over and over again before choosing to contact him.
But Yan Furui always insisted on the existence of the Yu clan and the theory that Si Teng resurrected the troubled times.
For Yan Furui,
He didn't know if there really was a Yu clan in the world, but he knew that his master Qiu Shan was kind to him, and he shouldn't doubt the book left by his master, so Yan Furui used instigation and enforcement to drag Wang Qiankun to his home.
I want him to help me look at the big pit in the courtyard and the growing rattan in the pit.
"Hey, we are in a modern society. The so-called Yu clan is just a product of the ignorant consciousness of the people in the old era when science and technology developed slowly. What's more, the resurrection of the Yu clan you mentioned is not to mention a person who died seventy or eighty years ago.
The Nian clan suddenly resurrected."
"These stories you told me, it would be a pity not to use them as novel scripts."
Wang Qiankun was speechless about Yan Furui's persistence, but considering that he had already come to Cangcheng Mountain, he still chose to go to the place to see and study, maybe he could use scientific methods to help him explain the reason.
After the two of them arrived at Xingyun Pavilion, Yan Furui found a ladder. The two of them went down the ladder to the underground of the cave. The large cave was six or seven meters deep. However, they did not smell much of the moist smell of earth bags down there. Instead, there was a slight smell of moisture.
It is dry, and the only breath that can prove the existence of life is the bowl-shaped and erected roots in the cave.
Yan Furui held a chainsaw and slowly cut into the extremely thick roots of the vine while Wang Qiankun was terrified.
…
But then again, Yan Furui himself thinks that there is probably no Yu tribe in the world, but he is determined not to say it. If he doesn't believe his master's last words, he will be deeply sorry.
He did.
Ever since Yan Furui could remember, his master Qiu Shan had a very old appearance with gray hair and beard, a stooped body. The master had talked about the hanging door of the Yu clan when he was very young, but he had never mentioned anything about it.
There is no evidence of his clan, and he has not taught himself the slightest bit of door-hanging skills.
When he really heard the name Si Teng, he had to be very young, around the age of Wafang.
I remember one day, a yellow-faced mother-in-law came to the house. She had gray hair and was stooped like the master. She chatted familiarly in the small courtyard. The two looked like good friends and talked for a whole afternoon. Specifically,
He couldn't remember those things clearly. He could only vaguely recall that when the yellow-faced mother-in-law was about to leave, she said to his master Qiu Shan,
"The Heavenly Master and I, Xuanmen, have accomplished their merits after all. We need to take good care of our bodies and bones. If any big monster appears in the world again in the future, you will have to take action."
Master Qiu Shan waved his hands with a smile and praised, "I'm old and no longer useful."
After saying this, he seemed to sigh, "There are only a few Rong tribesmen in this world who can change their human form. After Si Teng, there won't be any of them."
"Yes, she has almost killed everyone who has grown up."
The yellow-faced old woman nodded in agreement, turned around and walked out towards the dirt road that was not paved with bluestones. When she reached the door, she seemed to have thought of something, and sighed helplessly and said,
"I just feel a little uneasy. Her bones were burned and she kept repeating before she died: I have never failed in my life, and I swear as much as a mountain to avenge this blood."
"After all these years, I still can't forget the look of determination in her eyes before she died."
Yan Furui can no longer remember what the master said back then. What he can still remember is that the master was standing at the door with his old skinned hands holding a cane trembling slightly.
…
After recalling it for a while, the electric saw had cut the thick teng root in half, and the brand-new wound was instantly infected with green liquid. Yan Furui pulled Wang Qiankun and pointed at the liquid, and said excitedly:
"Look, don't this blood, this bowl-sized root, and this green blood mean something?"
"Can you please stop making such a fuss? What does this mean?"
Wang Qiankun used a flashlight to illuminate the environment in the cave, then carefully looked at the green things, raised his glasses, and said seriously: "All plants have chlorophyll, and the leaves of rattan are green. You can cut them
The juice that comes out of it is naturally green."
After a pause, he touched the roots of the vines as big as the mouth of the bowl, showing a very interested look, "What is really worthy of your attention is down here. These vines have grown so big in such a short period of time, or they have been irradiated."
It has mutated."
"Either... there are some special minerals down there, which are suitable for the rapid growth of plants. If you report this matter to the relevant departments, you might even get a hefty reward!"
At the end of the conversation, Wang Qiankun also patted Yan Furui on the shoulder, as if he was very optimistic about you.
"But the booklet left by my master said that there really is a Yu tribe in this world, Si Teng will be resurrected, and this cave entrance was suddenly exploded. Doesn't this prove it?"
Yan Furui continued to argue.
"The sudden explosion at the entrance of the cave has anything to do with the Yuan tribe? This can only mean that there is methane accumulated below..."
Wang Qiankun didn't take Yan Furui's argument seriously. He carefully analyzed various situations. Just as he was talking, a stone suddenly fell from above. The two of them raised their heads and looked up.
"Is there anyone down there? The Yu clan has come to pay homage to the mountain!"