Chinese Sun Qingxin intermittently shouted pitifully.

"If I die one day, please ask the master to burn more food and drink for me in the future...... If you are a beautiful woman, you can go from any country. ”

"It's best to be from Ermaozi's family, younger, not more than eighteen years old. Sun Qingxin's trembling made Jin Feng a little irritable, and he slashed at the back of his neck with a palm, making this conversation pass out.

Sun Tongfu's screams on the side became low and intermittent, his hands and feet were broken by Jin Feng, and his body squirmed on the ground with difficulty, which was miserable.

Jin Feng glanced at him indifferently, turned around and walked out of the Taoist temple. In front of the main hall, Jin Feng picked up a bucket to rinse the big tripod in front of the door, but found an interesting phenomenon.

This big tripod turned out to be cast of cement. Jin Feng couldn't help but hum. In this remote dilapidated Taoist temple in Shennongjia, Jin Feng accidentally bumped into this bronze, and Jin Feng was also quite unexpected.

And it was a bronze covered up with cement, which made Jin Feng full of interest. His fingers pressed on the rim of the bronze and circled around it.

If you look at the cement on the covering, it was fifty or sixty years ago at most. At that time, the transportation was inconvenient, and it was all dependent on people carrying horses and camels.

To be able to carry the cement back all the way back to cover this tripod must be to cover up some secret. Jin Feng sneered twice, took out the hammer and shook the body of the Ding hard, and the Da Ding suddenly made a dull sound, accompanied by a distant echo.

The hammer kept beating, and the cement shell on Da Dingding's body gargled and fell down.

"Bang la la......" A thick piece of cement shell fell, revealing Dading's original face. A strange ornament came into Jin Feng's eyes, and it instantly made Jin Feng change color.

Although the cement shell of the bronze tripod !! has fallen off, the cement is still pasted on the tripod body. Seeing the ornaments on Ding's body, Jin Feng categorically gave up the idea of violent cleanup, and squatted next to Ding to think silently.

Cement is the most difficult thing to clean, especially in the existing environment. If you use iron tools, you will inevitably hurt the body of the tripod, and you can only peel off the cement shell of the body by hammering.

The cement sticking to the tripod can only take another way. Jin Feng walked around, cut a few arrows, came back, sharpened a handful of bamboo sticks, and slowly picked them up.

It took more than an hour, and a palm-sized body revealed its original face. The black is blue, the patina is almost invisible, there are small black dots all over, and there are many small dots like gravel.

The ornamentation is the most common cloud and thunder pattern in the spring and autumn period. When he touched the cloud and thunder pattern, Jin Feng already had a bottom in his heart.

Looking at the bronzes, just looking at the ornamentation on the outside of the body, it is definitely not enough. Ornamentation is only one aspect of the bronze, and the most important way to do that is to look at the inscriptions on the bronzes.

But all the bronze vessels of ritual and heavy objects have inscriptions. Generally, bronze inscriptions are just a few words, and there are many.

It is common knowledge that the larger the bronze, the more inscriptions. The inscription on this bronze vessel, Jin Feng, was not found on the outer wall of the tripod body.

His gaze shifted to the inner wall of Dading, and he gently tapped the inner wall with a hammer in his hand. The muffled buzz continued, and the solid cement fell with a pop.

Within two minutes, Jin Feng gave up tapping. Such a bronze heavy weapon should not use a hammer, and he is still in a hurry, and he doesn't even want the most basic rules.

Now it's not as good as before, if he hurts the bronze a little bit, Jin Feng won't forgive himself. After repairing in this dilapidated Taoist temple for one night, Jin Feng also looked at other places in the Taoist temple, except for a statue of Taishang Yuan Shi Tianzun from the Jiaqing period, there was nothing of value.

At night, Jin Feng lined up with several old blackened futons, and fell asleep under the shrine of Yuan Shi Tianzun.

Turning his head and glancing at the blackened Yuan Shi Tianzun, Jin Feng said softly

"Yuqing Ancestor, please help me look at it. Although Sun Tongfu was cruel and tyrannical, Yuan Shi Tianzun made Jin Feng feel extremely safe.

In the wooden house in the backyard of the Taoist temple, Sun Tongfu's intermittent wailing and curses were heard, as well as Sun Qingxin's resignedness and consolation.

was interrupted by Jin Feng, Sun Qingxin was going to send Sun Tongfu down the mountain to the hospital. However, this old boy was also hit by his uncle, and he really didn't have the strength to hold it.

Jin Feng will definitely not come to the rescue. So Sun Qingxin could only hastily pick up his uncle's hands and feet and tie them up, which can be regarded as doing his best.

This made Jin Feng a little surprised. The next day, Sun Qingxin spent money to invite a few local young people to carry Sun Tongfu down the mountain to the hospital, but Sun Tongfu sat on the bed and drove them all away with a knife.

Sun Qingxin knelt in front of his uncle and cried loudly, but Sun Tongfu was indifferent. At noon, Sun Qingxin cooked a meal to serve Sun Tongfu, but was knocked over by Sun Tongfu, and scolded Sun Qingxin.

Sun Qingxin silently grabbed the food on his head and ate it, and found Jin Feng in frustration. At this time, Jin Feng had already packed his bags and was ready to leave.

Although Sun Qingxin was reluctant in every way, he was helpless, and the eyes of the old men were red in an instant.

Jin Feng stretched out his hand and handed Sun Qingxin a bookmark and said softly

"Hit the passerby. There will be a farewell. ”

"Take this thing and study it hard. ”

"The big tripod at the door is a special national treasure, and I have already pasted it with cement. Remember not to let people see the clues. Sun Qingxin didn't have time to look at the bookmark given by Jin Feng, and his voice whimpered

"Master Jin, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both. When I take care of my uncle, I'll go to you. ”

"Follow you for the rest of your life. Jin Feng took out two cigarettes and lit them, handed them to Sun Qingxin, looked at the sky with his head half-held high, and said silently.

"I burned your yellow python, and you, it took you exactly a year to melt here. ”

"Now I am also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river...... If you follow me, it will hurt you. After a pause, Jin Feng sighed softly.

"The rivers and lakes are far away, so let's settle our destiny. ”

"Take care. ”

"Gone. Without the slightest hesitation, Jin Feng turned around and left. The figure is lonely, the figure is lonely, the autumn wind is sorrowful, and it is indescribably desolate.

Sun Qingxin suddenly shouted

"Master Kim—" He fell to his knees.

"Master Jin!" Jin Feng's footsteps paused for a few seconds and let out a long sigh.

"A year later, Jincheng, the Imperial Capital Mountain Scrap Station. ”

"The signboard is still there, and you're going to go in. ”

"The signboard is not there, don't look at it and leave directly. ”

"Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan was a little worried. Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it is time to return. The bright moon people lean on the building. "Bianshui originates in Zhongzhou, flows southeast into Surabaya, and finally into the Huai River.

After many days of traveling day and night, Jin Feng crossed the Han River from Jinzhou into the Lao River and turned to the place of Kongming's retreat all the way north.

Ten days later, they arrived at Bianliang City. Standing on the boat crossing the river, Jin Feng quietly looked down on the capital of the seven dynasties under the Yellow River and the Bianliang City of the eight ancient capitals.

After returning to Shenzhou from the Emerald Country, after more than 20 days and nights of long-distance running, Jin Feng's hair grew longer and his face became darker.

With a scruffy beard, he looks more like a middle-aged man in his early thirties. The deliberately heavy tone and slippery local accent made the boatmen dare to charge only the fees of Jin Feng's locals.

Standing on the bank of the surging Yellow River, gazing at the rolling turbid waves, and then looking up at the foggy sky, Jin Feng silently pressed the cap lower and walked away quietly.

Bianliang City, a city stacked on top of each other, and there are several cities buried underground. This folk proverb has been passed down here for thousands of years, and the low-lying Bianliang City has been repeatedly damaged by natural disasters, forming a wonder of the Yellow River hanging in the sky.

There is also the magic of digging ten meters underground is the monument of the previous dynasty. The first thing I did when I came here was to go to a time-honored soup pot shop, but unfortunately it was no longer a thing.

I ate a bowl of fat mutton soup with the famous Zhangjia mutton soup nearby, ordered two pot helmets and chewed them slowly, and walked to Songdu Royal Street.

During the Northern Song Dynasty, the Tokyo Imperial Street started from the Xuande Gate of the Imperial Palace in the north, passed through the Zhou Bridge and the Suzaku Gate, and went directly to the South Gate of the outer city.

It is more than ten miles long, 200 steps wide, for the emperor to drive in and out of the road, dignified and magnificent. The newly built Imperial Street was built on the site of the original Imperial Street.

The total length is more than 400 meters. The corner towers on both sides stand symmetrically, the pavilion hall is paved one after another, the plaque, the couplet, the disguise, the font size are all taken from the records of the Song Dynasty, antique.

The buildings of this place are all done in accordance with the Northern Song Dynasty, although there are some deviations, but the overall atmosphere is magnificent, the water waves are mighty, the green willows are green, and there is a special taste.

There is everything to eat and play here, all of which are delicious snacks from Zhongzhou and Bianliang City. As well as antiques, calligraphy and paintings, various shops.

In late autumn, Bianliang City has begun to cool down, and the geographical location makes the smog here quite serious.

Jin Feng, who was dressed tightly and tightly, did not attract anyone's attention. The antique shops here are very tall and tall because of the strong cultural atmosphere in the surrounding area.

Naturally, the contents are also expensive. The treatment of Jin Feng in these shops...... Nature is conceivable.

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