The more you go to the inner part of the Longmen Secret Territory, the pressure you have to bear is a geometric multiplier.

The Longmen Secret Realm seems to be layer by layer, from the inside to the outside, and the pressure gradually increases. The distance between each layer varies.

It can be described as one step of heaven and one step of hell.

Sometimes I finally got used to a layer of pressure, and before I had time to be happy, I landed on the ground and was pressed to the ground again.

Ever since Dongluo realized the law of the jungle, he has been adapting to every layer of pressure and keeps moving forward.

If you don't want to be weak, you can only keep forcing yourself to take the road of the strong.

In fact, he knows all these truths.

It's just that there was Chen Baxian and Li Mu's protection before, and the feeling was not very obvious.

Now, without shelter, under the real crisis of life and death, all this is so real and terrible that the truth has become extremely clear.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are people, there are jungles.

Everyone is a fish in the rivers and lakes, and a beast in the jungle.

Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat dried shrimp.

This is not only a simple food chain, but also the most basic and simple relationship between every living creature living in the rivers and lakes and in the forest.

If you don't become a strong man, you don't know when you will drown in the rivers and lakes.

Dongluo's eyes were firm, his expression was calm, and he walked towards the depths of what he thought was the secret realm of the Dragon Gate.

Shao Hao's and Hua Xu's enmity forced their parents to death.

In order to view the Tao, some people disregarded their own life and death, and forced their father Chen Ba to commit suicide first.

Carrying the monstrous cause and effect, a few lines left by others on their bodies.

Zhou Tianzi's chess game......

There are all kinds of them, and they are faltering.

Dongluo raised his head slightly, and his eighteen years of inexplicable survival history seemed to have contaminated himself a lot, carried a lot, and lost a lot.

Dongluo grinned, and as he walked, he shed inexplicable tears again, hot and hot, burning his increasingly angular cheeks.

It has been said that growth is a matter of moments.

The two generations of people only realized the cruelty and accuracy of this sentence at this moment.

Maybe it's hindsight, Dongluo misses Chen Baxian very much at this moment, and he thinks about it very much.

I've never thought like I've ever been.

Dongluo raised his hand with difficulty, wiped his tears, and staggered forward.

Although each step was slow and slow, it did not stop.

I guess it won't stop again.

Because there are too many people and things standing behind him.

The further you go, the more mountains emerge one after another.

On top of those mountains, there were some dilapidated buildings that fell among the wild and barren grass, silent.

Occasionally, a few stone pillars with vicissitudes of pattern stand obliquely among the blades of grass, and from time to time a few demon beasts jump up and down on the stone pillars.

Dongluo took out a simple knife, chopped the grass and chopped the path, the simple knife slashed on the stone pillar, the sparks splashed, the knife edge rolled up, I don't know what material this stone pillar is, the texture is so hard.

Walk among the monuments hidden among the hills and meadows.

No wind, no waves, no thrills.

The deeper you go to the ruins, the quieter it is, most of the buildings are much better preserved than the periphery, no longer everywhere are broken walls, broken bricks and tiles, and there are also one or two complete houses, archways, in the lonely endure the cruelty of time.

Dongluo stood in front of an archway, and the words on the front of the archway were no longer clear. Only a few dark brown nicks were barely visible, and there were traces of engravings there.

As for the eight big characters on both sides of the archway, they can barely be distinguished.

The whole world is white;

I'm the only one who is black;

Dongluo silently recited these eight words in his heart, and couldn't help but admire. There was suddenly a sense of arrogance and chivalry in my heart.

Dongluo carefully observed these eight characters again.

Although these eight characters have been eroded by time, the original iron hook silver painting has long been smooth and round. But with the strength of the eyes of the winter fall, you can still see at a glance that the person who puts the pen is strictly waiting, the pen is immersed in ink, and the ink is dyed in the desolation of the paper, which is majestic.

Look at its strength without losing, the posture is not exaggerated, and the handwriting is like flowing water, swaying wantonly.

Seeing the joy of hunting, Dongluo moved a boulder that looked relatively flat from the grass, placed it flat in front of the archway, and took out the paper and pen from the mustard seeds.

The paper is no longer a straw paper made of Feipeng grass unique to Weicheng, but a moire paper that is special in Luoyang City.

The price of moire paper has been high in Luoyang City, and there is only one small shop in Luoyang City, Simeizhai.

It is the study of the Qingliu high-ranking officials in Luoyang City, and it is the favorite of the literati and scholars in the Great Zhou Dynasty. There are not many products produced in a year, and the purchase must be booked in advance.

Moire paper can show moire or other patterns when it is in the light, which can enhance its potential layered beauty.

The moire paper that falls in winter is the only good paper he can get his hands on at the moment, and this is what he asked for from Xue Nianci, and even Xue Nianci only has a few pieces.

Paper is good paper, but pen is also a good pen. It's just that compared to paper, it's a bit unsatisfactory.

The pen is also from Simeisai, and the owner of Simeisai has a strange hobby. That is, I like to collect calligraphy and paintings.

Whether it is ancient famous calligraphy and painting, or the current calligraphy masterpiece, he likes to collect.

In addition to the open sale of moire paper, the rest of the three beauties of pen, ink, and inkstone are all bartered.

You only need to send the pen and ink Danqing that you feel you can handle in your hand to the master of Simeizhai for appreciation, but he will prepare a basin of water next to him before each appreciation. He thinks what kind of pen and ink inkstone is worth the pen and ink Danqing you send, and he will let people send you what kind of pen and ink inkstone to you.

Of course, there are also some people who try to be opportunistic, deliberately using some imitation of famous people's pen and ink Danqing to test the eyesight of the master of Simeizhai.

If the owner of Simeizhai really thinks it is good, it will also be exchanged at a price not lower than the original, if it is a little second, it will be reluctantly accepted, and only when I really see those clumsy works will I call out to defile my eyes, and quickly wash my eyes with water.

This is also a beautiful talk about Luoyang City, laughing and funny.

The pen in Dongluo's hand was secretly exchanged by Zhang Baigui with his father's handwriting, but the price was it!

The inkstone is still the old ink used in Weicheng in winter.

Calm down, pick up the pen in winter, hover for a while.

One stroke down, the view is like a loose horse flying into the air and leaving the dust, and like a dragon flying in the sky, flowing and moving, from nothingness and returning to the void, all in one go.

Good paper, good pen, good ink, can be said to be full of the spirit of the eight characters on the archway.

Paper adds color to the words, and ink adds fragrance to the words.

A pair of calligraphy that may move the name of posterity was born.

Dongluo raised the moire paper with both hands, sighed lightly at the ink fragrance, nodded with satisfaction, and put the moire paper into the mustard seeds.

Dongluo smiled and looked at the eight words on the archway, and crossed the archway to the depths of the ruins again.

After the winter falls across the archway and gradually goes away, a few more people come to the archway.

Four men and one woman.

A teenager looked up at the archway and said, "The world is white, but I am the only black." This is said to be the eight big characters written by the first generation of Mojia giants, even if it has been separated by thousands of years now, it still makes people feel like a mountain looking up, it is really ...... Domineering side exposed!"

The girl among the five snorted coldly and said, "Zheng Nanfeng, if I remember correctly, this Mo family giant has suppressed your ancestor for more than one era! If you continue to boast like this, I am afraid that your ancestor's coffin board will soon be unpressable." ”

The young man who was called Zheng Nanfeng by the girl smiled noncommittally, "Ye Yingshui, in that era, your Yin and Yang family didn't seem to have any right to speak!"

Ye Yingshui looked a little embarrassed, but still quibbled: "If at that time, my Yin and Yang family is not only left with the Yang character, how can I make the Mo family one of the two major scholars." ”

Zheng Nanfeng shook his head and said, "Ye Yingshui, it's a good thing to be arrogant, but there are some definite facts that we still have to admit." Mohist, Confucianism can become the two major scholars, not how high his Mohist giant stands, but how high his Mohist doctrine stands. ”

Ye Yingshui looked stunned and stopped talking.

Zheng Nanfeng and the three people behind him solemnly saluted the archway.

Ye Yingshui also saluted the archway a little reluctantly.

Zheng Nanfeng chuckled and said: "Ye Yingshui, some great achievements, some great virtues, even if the world forgets it, heaven and earth will remember it." A salute to such a virtuous and powerful person will not disgrace the reputation of your Yin and Yang family. ”

Zheng Nanfeng crossed the archway with a calm expression, shook his head and said: "The world is white, but I am the only black." But in the end, it seems that black is white, and white becomes black. ”

Ye Yingshui took a serious look at the young man under the archway and quickly followed.

Ye Yingshui seemed to be a little difficult to hide the curiosity in his heart, especially the more he entered the interior of this ruin, the more curious he became.

Zheng Nanfeng and several people from the Zheng family behind him, from the moment they entered the Longmen Secret Realm, after adapting to the pressure in the Longmen Secret Realm, they began to rush to this place frantically.

It seemed that there was something particularly attractive to his Zheng family, or rather the big family behind him, in this place, that was attracting him.

Ye Yingshui glanced at the depths of the ruins and said, "Zheng Nanfeng, what are you here to pick up? And how did you convince me of the group of old antiques of the Yin and Yang family?"

Zheng Nanfeng stopped and looked at the girl with a beautiful face in front of him seriously, his expression moved slightly.

Ye Yingshui hurriedly clasped his hands to his chest and said with a vigilant expression: "Zheng Nanfeng, what kind of eyes do you have? ”

Zheng Nanfeng glanced Ye Yingshui up and down, and said disdainfully: "Don't think of me Zheng Nanfeng as unbearable as you Ye Yingshui." I still say the same thing, I am with you Ye Yingshui, my Zheng family and your Yin and Yang family are now in a cooperative relationship, and in the future, I can't say that there will be life and death against each other. Therefore, don't inquire about the purpose of my Zheng family's here, and I won't tell you. You just have to do your job. If something goes wrong, don't say it's you, even you can't afford it. ”

Ye Yingshui nodded, with a charming smile, "Okay!"

Zheng Nanfeng walked slowly, the wind blew the grass and saw the gravel, a desolate scenery.

Zheng Nanfeng stopped, picked up a stone from under his feet, put it in the palm of his hand and observed it repeatedly, there were still some slight notches on the stone, "Ye Yingshui, your Yin and Yang family believes that everything in the world is alive. Is there life to this kind of stone, which will never become a spirit?"

Ye Yingshui also seemed to be interested, and also squatted on the ground and picked up a stone, put it in the palm of his hand and observed it repeatedly, "Yes, a stone slowly weathers into soil, and the soil condenses into a stone, this is the life of a stone." It is as if the sea has become a mulberry field, and the mulberry field has become a sea, and there is life. It's just that the stone doesn't pass as fast as we do. The life of the stone is too long and too long. ”

Ye Yingshui didn't seem to be interested again, threw the stone in his hand into the grass in the distance, and shouted excitedly: "Stones are also lifeforms that can walk, but sometimes they have to rely on the wind, and sometimes they have to use all kinds of strange forces in this world to walk." ”

Zheng Nanfeng muttered to himself: "If you say so, everything in the world has life, and it seems to be reasonable." ”

Zheng Nanfeng squatted on the ground, looking at the stone in his hand in a silent daze.

Ye Yingshui tucked the long hair that was blowing on her cheeks, and did not urge Zheng Nanfeng.

The other three people from the Zheng family would not speak out to urge.

Ye Yingshui knew that Zheng Nanfeng was immersed in his own small world at this moment, thinking about his own affairs, and he would ignore her for a while.

She began to wander around the periphery of the ruins with nothing to do.

Although many people have already visited this site, no one can stop such a thing as luck, if it does come. If you can't keep it, you will have the opportunity in your life!

......

......

Dongluo is still walking towards the interior of the ruins, and the buildings are getting better and better. There seemed to be some streamers flickering on top of some of the buildings.

This is the lingering power of the formation engraved on the building.

Even if it's been a lapse, I don't know how many years, and there is still Yu Wei intimidating outsiders.

The architectural style of the site is still very different from that of the Great Zhou Kingdom, and it is naturally impossible to distinguish the history and provenance of this type of building with the current eyesight of Dongluo.

I had to keep it in my heart silently, and when I went out, I asked Xue Nianci to see if he knew.

There seems to be a river ahead, but it has long since dried up. There is still a long white white jade bridge over the dry riverbed above the river.

If it had been before, he would have chosen to walk on the bridge, but after seeing the glowing buildings before and still having a lingering reputation, he gave up on the idea.

Because no one knows if when he walks on the bridge, he will inexplicably touch those potential formations.

As he walked along the riverbed, the grass grew taller than him in many places, and it went straight past his head.

It wasn't until I walked out of the riverbed that I saw him again.

In front of him was a huge square, and there were still many stones scattered on it.

The stones scattered in the square were either submerged in the grass, while others were raised above the grass.

Dongluo stood in front of a boulder and looked up.

Although the boulder has become a little blurred by the erosion of time, it is still barely able to distinguish that it is a human face.

Winter Fall bypasses the human face boulder, and there is a huge pedestal behind the human face boulder, which must be used to put the statue!

Dongluo let out a long sigh, "Your statue can appear in this huge square, you must be the boss here! I don't know if you wrote those words on the archway just now? ”

Dongluo hesitated slightly, as if he couldn't bear to drown the statue of such a calligrapher in the wild grass like this. So he searched for it in the grass around the square.

The scattered limbs, bodies, and heads were found by him again, and then spliced together on the pedestal piece by piece.

Spell the old as the old.

Dongluo looked at a statue standing in the square that had long been unable to see its face, and it was even more difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

The statue has a broadsword hanging from its waist and is looking straight ahead.

Dongluo clapped his hands with satisfaction, "This is a bit of calligraphy! ”

Dongluo grinned and walked around the statue.

It is not surprising that the re-erection of a broken statue seems to be an extremely common thing.

Not long after the winter fell, Zheng Nanfeng and the others, who had been late, also came to the dry riverbed behind the square.

Ye Yingshui held a small black bell in his hand and shook it gently, his expression was complacent.

Ye Yingshui shook the little bell in his hand and said with a smile on his face: "Zheng Nanfeng, it seems that my luck is not bad." As soon as I entered this so-called Mo Family School Palace, I got a small bell, which is an ink bell that only a few disciples of the Mo Family School Palace are qualified to wear!"

Zheng Nanfeng chuckled with a strange expression: "Ye Yingshui, I'm afraid you've forgotten your identity, even if this ink bell is given to you, do you dare to wear it on your body? Even if those Mo family rangers are willing to let you go, see that those ancestors of your family are not so angry that they slap you to death." ”

Ye Yingshui put away the ink bell, and still said with a smile: "Who said that I want to wear it myself, I will sell it to those Mo family rangers." It's not okay to change a lot of spirit stones!"

Zheng Nanfeng knew that Ye Yingshui was deliberately angry with himself, who knows where this ink bell came from? It is possible that it was originally Ye Yingshui's, went out for a walk, and came back and pretended to have picked up an ink bell, so that he could envy himself.

Zheng Nanfeng shook his head, if these things were put on others, she might have been wronged, but if they were put on Ye Yingshui, she really did it.

Zheng Nanfeng pointed to the white jade bridge on the dry riverbed and said: "That's the Mo family's organ bridge, I don't know if it's invalid now, it's better to be careful, let's go through the riverbed." ”

Ye Yingshui nodded lightly, no matter how stubborn her personality is, she will not mess with this kind of thing that concerns her own life.

After the dry riverbed, Zheng Nanfeng and the four of them stood in a huge square in a daze.

The square seems to have been renovated. In many places, the grass had been removed, revealing stone slabs with a little dirt.

And in the middle of the square, there is a huge statue that is calmly watching ahead.

It's just a trace of splicing that can't be stopped.

Zheng Nanfeng's face darkened slightly and said, "Someone has been here." That thing must not fall into the hands of anyone else. Absolutely not. ”

After finishing speaking, Zheng Nanfeng took the three people behind him and rushed away like statues.

Ye Yingshui looked at Zheng Nanfeng, whose face was slightly dark, and his expression was rare and solemn, and he hurriedly followed Zheng Nanfeng who was far away.

At the same time, an old man came from outside the ruins, holding a brush in one hand and a small bucket in the other. Lewdly walked in.

"Hehe! The formation on the periphery of the Mo Family Academy Palace has finally broken through. I have fixed the eight big characters of the Mo family giant. ”

It's just that when the old man walked to an archway on the periphery of the Mojia School Palace, he stood stunned with a small bucket of brushes.

"Is it the man who took away the eight-character spirit that the old man has been waiting for for so many years?" The old man said angrily: "Don't let the old man know who you are, if you let the old man know, you have to ...... Take a good pen and a good inkstone and exchange it with you. ”

The old man walked to the archway with a gloomy expression, and touched the archway with his dry hand, and his face changed instantly.

There was no ink at all.

Could it be that the man is not the spirit of the Tuo Away, but the one who copied it?

How is this possible?

The old man looked around, and finally his gaze rested on a smooth stone.