Xu Heng rode into the mountain passage, and as soon as he entered, he was stunned by this tunnel created by manpower. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Most of the ordinary mountain roads are excavated by the method of hot and cold water, coupled with axes and axes, and countless manpower and material resources are used to excavate them, which takes a long time and consumes a lot, which can be said to be a large project for several generations, and most of the time the excavation is only a short distance.

But what you see in front of you is really incredible.

One zhang wide, one zhang high, the ground is flat and solid, the two walls are smooth and non-protruding, and there is a night pearl inlaid in the stone wall every other section for lighting.

Jianchen once said that the current passage is spacious and can run horses, which is really not a lie. The height and width of one zhang is enough even if two horses are parallel. Moreover, according to the results of yesterday's comparison of the four passages that Xu Heng will pass through the mountains one by one, this passage to Shattered Cloud City is still the narrowest one!

The widest one is the one leading to the courtyard of Wanjian Mountain Villa in Jiangsu, Zhejiang Province to the east, which is one and a half zhang high and three zhang wide and narrow! Even two carriages are driven in parallel.

Xu Heng walked fast in the amazement along the way, and at the same time, he was full of respect for the giant sword master that Jian Chen said. He had dismounted and carefully observed the rock wall, and the traces of the excavation of the mountain wall were distinct, and the long passages were all cut by a giant sword as wide as a door.

One foot wide and narrow, at least eight feet long, it was as sharp as a heavy sword without a blade, but it was too thick and heavy.

Touching the rock wall, it is not difficult to imagine the scene of a tall and mighty, giant-like strong man holding this sword and splitting rocks and sweating like rain.

With the power of one person, between the mountains, to open up this passage to conquer the heavens and the earth, it is really admirable.

In addition to admiration, Xu Heng continued to ride his horse, time waits for no one, Xu Heng clearly remembers that it took a full hour to rush to the foot of Lingmen Mountain when he came. Time is already tight, plus the time to go back and forth, the time to collect and summarize information, and the time to take a break, it will be very good to be able to rush back to Wanjian Villa tomorrow morning.

What's more, the search for the sword is still at a loss.

Who knew that after running for half an hour, Xu Heng actually met a person in the passage, and there was also a fork in the passage here.

"Young Master Xu Heng, I've been waiting for you here for a long time. ”

"Huh?"

The head of Qiongzhou, located at the junction of the south of the Yangtze River in southern Xinjiang, has many commercial banks and travelers, and the city of broken clouds has also prospered.

It was just after noon, and there was still a lively scene in Shattered Cloud City. The restaurants and inns that can be seen everywhere on the streets are doing brisk business, and there is an endless stream of merchants entering and leaving the city, but the north gate is much more deserted, because facing several mountains, it is neither a traffic artery, nor a prime location, except for the residents living in the north of the city and the farmers who go to the mountains to hunt and collect medicine.

Ordinary people eat at home, business travelers drink and feast in the restaurant area of the East and West Avenue in the city, and the farmers who hunt and collect medicine are still on the mountain, so the north city gate is extremely idle at this time, and almost no one passes by.

In the cold, a man in Xuanyi rode into the city, looked at the herb and grocery shops along the street in the north of the city, and continued to walk inside.

After passing the street of the herb shop, there is a fortune teller gathering to ask Shinto.

In this area, all the physiognomy masters, divination, word measurement, and fortune-telling stalls in the city are gathered here, and the fortune tellers dressed in gray cloth robes are fairy wind bones, sitting behind the table, a group of masters. Whether it is from the south to the north or from the north to the south, the business travelers will stop when they pass this road, come in for a walk, and calculate their fate

However, Xu Heng came unfortunately, the spring sun was shining at noon, the fortune tellers either hadn't come yet, or they had come to eat, there were more stalls on the whole street than fortune tellers, and the only few were also sunburned and their eyes were slightly closed, and they seemed to be asleep and woke up napping, which was also a little deserted.

Xu Heng didn't care about this, and when he arrived at this piece, he turned over and led the horse, walked and stopped in front of one stall after another, looked around, and finally, stopped in front of an empty stall.

Unlike other stalls, where banners are erected and written to boast of such words as "Clever calculation, unparalleled in the world" and "Fortune telling, the first in this dynasty", the stall pressed a pair of pairs with paperweights on the table.

Written: Sincere request, when the spirit is real.

The next book: Measuring words and divination

The handwriting is vigorous, vigorous and powerful, and it can be seen that the writer's pen power is extraordinary.

It's just that you can't see it if you don't lean over.

The young man in Xuanyi lightly clenched his fist at another fortune teller in dark green robe next to the stall: "Dare to ask this stall owner?"

The fortune teller wearing dark green long-distance running, wearing a Taoist bun, and wearing a goatee was sleeping soundly on the table, Xu Heng called twice before he got up, wiped his hand with his hand, and looked at the young man in front of him with sleepy eyes for a long time, before he reacted to what to answer: "Ah, Lao Chen, he went out, and he won't come back for half a day," he said and yawned, "If you are not in a hurry, you can wait, you are in a hurry," the fortune teller pointed to the paper and pen on the table, "Isn't that a pen, paper and inkstone? ”

"Good. ”

Xu Heng was not polite, bolted the horse to the side, sat on the stall, and began to sharpen the ink and moisten the pen, and then began to wave.

This fortune teller was dressed nondescriptly, and he seemed to be extremely sleepless, seeing that Xu Heng had no problems, he went to sleep on his stomach again, without any image of a superior.

After a while, Xu Heng finished writing, picked up the paper and blew the ink, carefully put it on the table after the ink was dry, got up and said to the fortune teller next to him: "My question has been written, put it on the table, please tell the old man." I don't know the result, when will it come out?"

The fortune teller didn't even raise his head this time, and said a sullen "um", then raised his head sharply and looked at Xu Heng carefully: "How much money did you bring?"

"Five taels of silver. ”

"Okay, stay all, I'll tell Lao Chen, come back in the evening." ”

Xu Heng arched his hand, put down the silver taels on the table, and untied the horse and left.

As soon as the figure of the young man in Xuanyi disappeared around the corner, a man in prime clothes hurriedly walked out of the alley behind the stall and woke up the sleeping man with a happy face: "Hey, hey, Lao Chen, wake up!" I'm done eating, and I've brought you the freshly baked buns from Sanxian Building." ”

Lao Chen just got down and was woken up again, annoyed in his heart, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that the steamed bun with thin skin and big stuffing was gone, and while giving up the stall, he took the bun to his table and sat down, casually glanced at the handwriting left by the young man on the table, didn't pay much attention to it, and wiped his mouth after eating the bun and carefully studied the word.

The word "constant" is written squarely and has no characteristics, but the young man wrote it for a long time.

Lao Chen also watched for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more serious his expression became, and almost to the point of changing color, he was interrupted by a sword blade that stretched out and overwhelmed the table. Lao Chen followed the black sword like a burning stick upward, facing the sun, and saw a slender figure.

"Whatever he wants, give me a copy. ”

A cold voice commanded.