With Yuan Ji's order, countless tents were erected in a very short period of time, and the originally lush primeval jungle was now suddenly full of many gray-white tents, which was particularly abrupt. The military discipline of this spirit helmet army is very strict, from the beginning when everyone began to unload their baggage and set up tents, until now they have eaten and eaten, no one has spoken from beginning to end, and everyone has a grim expression, as if they are facing a great enemy.

Dewey took the remaining fourteen men to receive three days' rations in the baggage camp. The grain officer in charge of rationing in the baggage camp personally distributed the grain to Dewey, and he was very careful to put the few millets into the pockets that Dewey handed him. The grain officer filled them with four pieces of millet, and took them a strip of dried meat, and after thinking about it, he took a knife and cut off a third of it, and handed it to Dewey. He whispered to Dewey, "Ah Wei! There is not much stock in the army. That's all, you save some food, by the way, when you come back, you pass by some meadows, small streams, and by the way, catch some game, catch some fish and shrimp and bring them back. ”

Dewey raised his eyes to look at the grain officer, nodded understandingly, and together with a soldier next to him, he set off against the grain.

All this was seen by Yuan Ji, who came from behind, Yuan Ji came to the grain officer and asked in a low voice: "Li Laosi, how much military ration is left for our army?"

Seeing that it was Yuan Ji coming, Li Laosi hurriedly gave a military salute and said, "General Huiyu, if you eat a dry meal every day, the current grain and grass in the army can be used for three days." If you eat one gruel a day, it can last for seven days. ”

Yuan Ji said viciously: "This damn big jungle, there are no towns to loot, not to mention, even small beasts are very rare. It seems that if we can't find the temple anymore, we'll all starve to death. ”

He thought about it for a while, and said to Lang Xian and Li Laosi next to him: "Let's do it! A meal of gruel every day, after it is cooled thoroughly, cut into pieces and distributed to each soldier." Lang Xian, you can solve the morale problem. Also, arrange for more soldiers to go around to collect what can be eaten, what kind of mushrooms, wild fruits! ”

After giving these orders, he put down the small half of the dried meat and told his men to take three days' rations, and the whole team set out.

They had entered this primeval jungle more than twenty days ago, and it was only a few days ago that they had found the blue-brick ancient road marked on the sheepskin map. The more I followed the ancient road, the more strange I felt, the previous jungle was full of towering ancient trees, and the ancient trees with lush branches and foliage covered the sky and the sun, just to get rid of the goshawks that had been hovering and scouting overhead all day.

But the number in the jungle before me is getting shorter and shorter. Lang Xian analyzed that it was because the idlers cut down many big trees in order to renovate the bluestone road leading to the temple, and these many dwarf trees grew naturally later.

Yuan Ji hid under a tree more than two people high, looked up at the goshawk hovering overhead, spat on the ground, and scolded: "This goshawk that kills a thousand knives is spinning around its head all day long, and I really can't wait to give it an arrow." ”

A scout next to him said: "Don't be angry, general, this flat-haired beast will fly for a while and leave, they have received the errand of the Genting Heavenly Palace, and we won't be entangled if we can't find it." Look, general, the big bird flew away, flew away. ”

There was a long eagle chirp in the air, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief from the huge goshawk, jumped down from the tree, crawled out of the grass and gathered around Yuan Ji.

Yuan Ji leaned against the tree, opened the kettle and drank it, wiped his mouth and scolded after drinking: "Damn, I told my brother a long time ago that Kuang Qingfeng is a two-faced and three-knife person." I promised to do a good job before, and I said that I would fully cooperate with our actions, but as soon as I heard that the three old sharks were finished, I immediately changed my face and sent a flat-haired beast to help Zhuo Hua's kid keep an eye on us every day, so that we could only go out day and night, so hard to live. ”

The scout captain beside him said cautiously: "General, you see that this stone road has disappeared here, and the brothers have also searched the vicinity, but they have not found the Hidden Moon Valley marked on the map. We've been out for two days, and we don't have much rations with us. General, are we... Isn't it time to go back?"

Yuan Ji was angry, threw the sheepskin map on the ground, and scolded: "What kind of bullshit map of Raushzi, the front is ninety out of nine, and in the end, I can't find the destination." What a fucking bad luck. With that, he spat on the parchment map.

The map was smashed by Yuan Ji so hard, and smashed on a broken branch standing upright in the ground, and the sharp branches pierced a hole in the sheepskin map, and there were still a few strands of white silk cloth hanging on the tips of the branches that had been carved out. The scout captain beside Yuan Ji had sharp eyes, and he could see the strangeness of the sheepskin map at a glance.

The scout team carefully picked up the parchment map from the ground and examined the hole. Only then did he find that the sheepskin map was actually sandwiched, with a thin layer of silk sandwiched in between.

He found a thin needle and carefully pulled the white silk out of the hole bit by bit. The silk silk is smooth and delicate in the hand, and it will shine in the sun, and it looks like a superior texture, but there are some things that I don't know if they are patterns or symbols. The scout team couldn't tell the difference, so they presented it to Yuan Ji.

Yuan Ji carefully looked at the silk for a while, and he looked at the strange patterns on it and felt a sense of déjà vu. Although he couldn't handle it himself, his instincts as a soldier told him that it must be the key to their continued survival. So he made a quick decision and ordered a small number of people to be left in the makeshift camp, while the rest returned the way he came.

When they went, they were cautious, and when they returned, they were like arrows, and the two-day journey made them rush back in one day and one night. When the people in the camp heard that General Yuan had brought back the good news, they all happily rushed over to inquire, and the hard marching in the past few days not only wore down everyone's physical strength, but also exhausted their morale from the long-term unsearchable destination, and they really needed a good news at this time. Compared with physical poverty and toil, the emptiness and confusion of the soul are the most fatal blows to people.

In the dim candlelight, Lang Xian's brows were tightly knit to make out the symbols on the white silk. The more he watched, the more energetic he became, the more excited he became, and finally he jumped up from the table. Yuan Ji, who was sleeping on the table next to him, was so frightened that he rolled under the table, turned over and got up, and got lucky, and put on a posture to prepare to fight with others. But when I looked closely, I found that there was a person in the big tent who was dancing with a white silk hand, and there was no one else.

Yuan Ji withdrew his strength and withdrew the exercises. Angry, he said to Lang Xian: "Master Lang, you are so shocked, if it weren't for Lao Yuan, I carefully distinguished it and saw that it was you who didn't do it." Otherwise, if this slap slaps you in the face, it is estimated that even your wife will not recognize you. ”

Lang Xian didn't care about talking to him about these useless things, so he pulled Yuan Ji to the candlelight, pointed to the strange symbols that twisted and turned, and laughed: "General Yuan, my General Yuan! Do you know what you found?"

Yuan Ji squinted his eyes and stared at the white silk silk for a while, and said with a big head: "I, Yuan Ji, have practiced martial arts all my life, and I have never spent any thought on this calligraphy and painting. ”

Lang Xian knew that he was talking nonsense, so he didn't pay attention to him, and hurriedly pointed to the graphics on the white silk silk and explained to him: "This is our ancestor's Zhu Yuan silk book, which uses the tadpole seal book that has long been lost. The ancestors of our Zhu Yuan clan in the late mythological era, when the eighteen divine beasts were still fighting, the ancestors Zhu Yuan divine birds escaped the war in the Central Plains and migrated to the vast primeval jungle of the South Yan Continent, and then I don't remember very clearly, in short, the last frontier was established, and the word was established, although the other demons at that time were stronger than us, they recognized the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and our Zhu Yuan ancestors had already invented the text and recorded the history, and these words were carved on the rock by the ancestors with sharp claws at the earliest, because the shape of the head and tail was very similar to tadpoles, so it was called the tadpole seal book。 However, with the arrival of the Genting Heavenly Palace, it was expressly forbidden for the demon clan to build a country, and forcibly dispersed the Zhuyuan clan to various parts of the Central Plains, and lived together with the immortal clan and the demon clan, and over time, no one knew this tadpole seal book. ”

Yuan Ji smashed his fist on the large stone that was temporarily used as a table, and the stone instantly cracked a big crack. Yuan Ji roared angrily and angrily: "What kind of bullshit demon clan can't establish a country, Zhu Yuan is obviously a demon clan, can't he be regarded as a demon clan if he doesn't like brave martial arts? Could it be that we can cancel the title of our demon clan if we were absent from the Demon Sealing Conference? It's a big joke in the world, and our Yuan family is the first to disagree with this." Our ancestor Zhu Yuan Divine Bird hid in this great wilderness because he didn't like to fight with those ancient divine beasts, and our later Zhu Yuan clan didn't like to dance with knives and guns, we have already given them the Central Plains, why do you still want to chase us? Look at our fate, the Zhu Yuan clan has completely become the inferior servants of their Yunding Heavenly Palace and the Seven Immortal Clans, and they can fight and kill if they want. If it weren't for the Genting Heavenly Palace, they had harmed my people too much, and their lives were in danger, my brother and I would definitely not cooperate with that bastard secret clan and die for them. ”

Lang Xian's original passionate expression dimmed again at this moment, and he said helplessly: "In this troubled world, only strong physics can survive. Poetry and poetry can only bring the hatred of the country!"

The two fell silent at the same time, and it took a long time for Yuan Ji to come back to his senses and ask Lang Xian, "Then what is written in this ancient silk book?"