Xie Jiuli placed the black wooden box he had found by accident on the table of the Eight Immortals, and carefully examined it by the light of the wax oil lamp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know what kind of wood it is, but it takes a long time to see the annual rings of this tree. The bark crumpled and covered the entire box, as if it had been wrapped in diatom mud. At first glance, it is cut directly and used as a material, and it has not been polished. The copper lock doesn't look like the copper lock that can be seen now, and there is no lock hole embedded in the irregular shape, and Xie Jiuli wants to use the toothpick he used to finish eating today to poke it, and there is no place to insert it. Looking left and right, I didn't find anything special.

It is said that this world of grave keepers is strange and strange. For Xie Jiuli, what he saw with his eyes was not only a black wooden box, but also a treasure chest that had already arrived but had not yet been opened. His heart was itching, and in just a moment, he had already guessed in his heart no less than seventy or eighty times what was inside.

"Cut it directly and make it into a box, it won't look like a fine person!" Xie Jiuli scolded.

"What are you doing?" the voice came from behind him, as if he hadn't woken up yet. Xie Jiuli glanced back at him, and was shocked to find that the black hole eyes of Qian Ji were already standing behind him, which startled Xie Jiuli a lot.

"Don't be scary in the middle of the night, okay?" Xie Jiuli touched his heart and rolled his eyes.

Ignoring him, he looked at Kuroki Kuroko on the table and asked, "Where did you find such a box?"

Xie Jiuli raised his hand and pointed to the location in the southeast corner, tilted his chin and said, "Well, it was found between those two logs." The previous thatch was covered and could not be seen. This is good, the thatch is burned and exposed. ”

Qian Qian looked at the box and said to Xie Jiuli, "Why don't you open it?"

Xie Jiuli rolled his eyes several times in succession and said, "I want to open it, but the concubine can't do it!"

Qian Qian frowned and wondered: "You are a man, why do you call yourself a concubine?"

......Seeing his serious look, Xie Jiuli was speechless. He suddenly found that as long as he was talking to him, there would always be times when he didn't know what to say. His serious tone and serious expression are simply a joker's nightmare.

Xie Jiuli immediately pulled the Qian Qian to the table of the Eight Immortals, pointed to the black wooden box, and said, "Look at it, how can this copper lock be opened? Damn, this lock is so strange that there is no lock hole!"

He stepped forward to look at it, looked at it for a while, and then said, "This copper lock is special, and the lock hole is hidden, so you can't see it." ”

Xie Jiuli looked at him with a question mark on his face before he explained: "This copper lock can only be opened by the internal mechanism. You see that it's irregularly shaped, so you have to move the middle piece from the bottom and pop it out. As he spoke, he reached out and fumbled for the copper lock, pressed it from the flat bottom, and sure enough, he heard a "click", and a finger-thick copper pillar jumped down from the bottom.

Xie Jiuli felt magical, and thought in his heart that it was really a good thing!

That copper pillar is a regular hexagonal shape and can be twisted. With a little force, he turned to the left and found that it was not feasible, so he turned to the right again. There was another "click", and the fast-raised corner on the top of the copper lock popped out about five centimeters like a spring. He put down the copper lock and went straight to open the box. The black wooden box was easily opened.

"......" Xie Jiuli looked at everything that happened in front of him in disbelief, unable to say a word.

But there was no imaginary treasure weapon in this black wooden box that he wanted to see, only a stack of four yellowed and worn books. Because the four notebooks just filled the space of the black wooden box, Xie Jiuli didn't hear any sound when he shook it at first.

He took out the four books, only to see that the paper of these books had been dusty for a long time, yellowed and worn, and there was no book cover, but it looked like the messy paper was bound together with twine, and the edges were not neat. Then I opened it and saw that it was densely filled with words written with a brush. Although the handwriting is a little sloppy, it looks strong and powerful, and the whole text is as clear as a flowing ink, which is actually a bit of calligraphy skills.

Xie Jiuli took a closer look and found that the words written on the paper were neither simplified nor traditional. "What are these words? Why can't you read anything?"

He took a cursory look at it, and then said to Xie Jiuli: "This font should be relatively old now, so I don't know it." ”

“…… You have lived for so long, there is no text for you, you still don't know ......" Xie Jiuli sighed, thinking that he had lived for a long time, but he was illiterate, which was really unexpected.

"I don't know much about it, and if I didn't have simplified Chinese now, I'm afraid I would know even less. He replied very seriously, as if he had taken it for granted.

Xie Jiuli shook his head, and said in his heart that this is really a form of white life. I didn't think much about it, but I picked up a book and read it as I flipped through it. Although I couldn't read the ancient characters, I was very interested in what was written on them. "You don't know how to write, do you know this person who writes?"

Qian Qian pondered for a moment, as if searching for information about this person in his brain, and nodded for a while before nodding and answering seriously: "Eleventh generation of tomb keepers, Bo Mingming." ”

"That's an interesting name......" Xie Jiuli chuckled.

"He's the raunkiest grave keeper I've ever dealt with. He must drink until he vomits, his hair has not been trimmed from the first side, and he must grow a beard. I heard him say that he turned out to be a blacksmith, as if he had fought a famous sword. I didn't ask in detail, though. He likes calligraphy, and he is also correct in chronology. It should be that he is not wrong. ”

"Blacksmith? This word seems to be written in a bit of Taoism, but I didn't expect a blacksmith to write such a good word. After listening to the words, Xie Jiuli looked at him and thought, "What do you think the tomb keeper's manuscript will write?"

Game shook his head, thinking about Bo Mingming's out-of-tune personality, and said helplessly: "I don't know." He has a quirky personality and doesn't usually talk much. ”

"......" Xie Jiuli tilted his head, and had to say: "It seems that we have to find someone who can understand to explain to us what is written here." ”

Qian Qian nodded and said, "Mo Tutu has been in this world for a long time, let's go to her and ask first." ”

Thinking of Mo Tutu's face smirking at Wei Xiao'an all day long, Xie Jiuli had a big head. "I hope so......"

Xie Jiuli handed the notebook in his hand to Qianxi, and then watched as Qianxuan put all four notebooks into the black wooden box. Then he said, "Let's go to bed first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

"Good. He nodded, and replied very quickly.