The city is huge, shockingly big.

There are four city walls, east, west, north and south, each of which has three city gates, and each city gate has three straight main roads. Each of these arterial roads is forty meters wide. In other words, in the entire national capital, the eighteen smooth and wide main roads make the whole city very convenient for transportation.

"This is completely beyond my imagination, and the city should be in a good place according to its location, geographical conditions, and general age. However, the examination record clearly records the standards and specifications for the royal city, the so-called royal city should be nine miles square, and the city walls are built on all sides, and the wall is seven pheasants high, and the corner of the city is nine pheasants. (Note 1)

There were three gates on each side, making a total of twelve gates. But now, except for the eighteen main roads in nine longitudes and nine latitudes, the others are completely different. Even according to the regulations, this main road should be up to nine cars in parallel.

Judging from the ruts found in the Erlitou ruins, the car at that time was only more than one meter wide. Therefore, the main road is about ten meters wide.

But ......"

The third and fourth are a little silly now.

They are different from Li Sishi and Zhang Fang, as the top scholars, they have no problem with this, but they dare not make any doubts about what they know.

This is also the most helpless point of Professor Yang.

Although they are all his proud disciples, Li Sishi has already gone out to become independent. Originally, Zhang Fang had already received a call order from the reserve camp, and as long as he was in the past, he would enjoy the treatment of a big offering. But seeing that his two juniors were still immature, he could only choose to stay.

"Brother Jie, where did you get the peach?" Yang Ming looked at the not very big peach in Xing Jie's hand in shock. Don't you remember peaches in the fruit supply at the camp?

Could it be that Xing Jie still brings fruit to his mission? I know that this Xing Jie is a delicious mouth, but it can't be exaggerated like this, right?

"There's a cart over there, but this thing is fake. Take it in your hand and play with it, and smell it. I just tasted it, and the shape and taste don't match. Xing Jie looked at Yang Ming and said with a smile.

Everyone was stunned. How much love must this have to eat to do this? God knows what the stuff is here, something from thousands of years ago, and it doesn't seem to be a shame?

"And how do you know it doesn't taste right?" asked Wisdom softly.

"It's very simple, I like to eat crisp peaches, so in my heart, the chickpeaches of Guangdong Lianping are the supreme treasures. But the peach in my hand is the most common peach, because it has been cultivated for the longest time. What I like and what I see on the back subconscious are inadvertently combined, and the taste of hairy peaches with chickpeaches is formed. Xing Jie threw the peach in his hand and talked there.

Well, a big foodie is a big foodie, do you even have to check this kind of thing?

The group laughed a lot, and everyone gave a thumbs up to express their sincere admiration for Xing Jie. However, except for Professor Yang, no one saw the deep horror in Xing Jie's eyes.

"What's the matter, I don't think you look good. After Professor Yang waved his hand and sent everyone out to collect information again, he deliberately called Xing Jie aside and asked.

"I don't think there's something quite right in this place, because when I'm out on the prairie I can easily tell the difference between duck grass and fescue with just a light smell. But now, I can only tell myself what kind of peach I have in my hand by tasting it! I don't even dare to think that by the end, I will become an NPC like the pedestrians on this street?" Xing Jie said quickly.

Professor Yang's face was very ugly, and Xing Jie's words were a wake-up call for him. Of course, he knows in his heart what his son-in-law has experienced over the years, and his rich exploration experience is not inferior to himself. After a hundred battles, he has not only gained the rise of status and wealth, but also the intuition like a beast! Now that he has a sense of crisis, he must not be underestimated.

Professor Yang is also an old Jianghu, after so many years of going down to the tomb and entering the underground palace, he has had all kinds of strange experiences, and it is not uncommon to have life-threatening experiences. But for this kind of subconscious that can be imaged, he is also the first time to meet it!

However, for this simple judgment, Professor Yang also has his own set of methods of judgment.

What is the best skill of the old man?

Ancient texts, of course!

He is especially good at judging and identifying various oracle bones and gold inscriptions.

After turning around, I came back, and my face was very ugly.

Xing Jie just asked briefly, and Professor Yang said helplessly, he never thought that the words of the Zhou Dynasty would run on the plaques before the Shang Dynasty.

Now what?

The subconscious mind has already begun to assimilate.

If this continues, one by one they will have to become insane.

Exit to go?

But won't this be the case the next time you come in? The reason why the builders made this place so insidious must be that there must be some secret hidden here.

The secrets that have been painstakingly hidden represent absolutely good things.

Forward or backward.

This question is really worrying!

"We've been here for almost an hour and there's been such a change in consciousness. I think it's going to be very dangerous if I explore it any further. So we're going to go back now and come back in after a break. ”

Xing Jie felt that it was okay, there was really no need to put all the people here for a secret thousands of years ago. Besides, this sand table is here, and I can't run or run without long legs. Take 10,000 steps back, if the danger is too great, it's a big deal to go back and get a few drones or robots.

Won't there be anything going on by then?

If it really doesn't work, wait until you go up, open a big hole in this big karst cave directly, and give him a pot for the broken palace and attic.

Backing the organization is so tough, it's so barbaric.

If you don't like me, bite me?

The idea was shameless, but Xing Jie seemed to have underestimated the degree of blackness of the sand table builder.

They can't get out!

Because a large number of soldiers in armor appeared under each city gate, densely packed, God knows how many, and each one was holding a sharp blade. The pipe axe and the straight axe (Note 2), which shone with a sharp cold light, can be seen at a glance as a killing weapon that can only be made by the bronze casting technique.

Mom, who said that the weapons used in the Shang Dynasty before were all big black sticks? A sea of blood makes you think that people in the Shang Dynasty would wield wooden sticks when they fought in wars, right?

Xing Jie has a dragon claw knife, which is incomparably sharp, but the other party is a formed army, and he is holding a long weapon of about three meters. In addition, there are more than 20 people in the group, as well as Professor Yang, who is a pure clerical officer. Even if Xing Jie and his guards are all good men, but how many nails can they hit with iron?

As for heavy weapons, there are them, but in the face of so many people, coupled with the continuous reinforcements, Xing Jie's firepower is still insufficient!

Now what?

Everyone's cold sweat came down.