Eat mutton for lunch, the barbarians don't have rice and vegetables like the Han people, mutton is rice. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is not common to sit around the fire pit to eat like yesterday in the summer, because of the hot weather, it is all one bowl per person, and it is served out to eat.

The two of them sat and ate in the shade, and Twelve stood next to him with a bowl to eat, and the fat man ate quickly, and when he saw that the fat man had finished eating, Twelve would take the initiative to help him get meat again.

"Twelve is good for you. Nanfeng said, beauty and ugliness are actually caused by comparison, there is no comparison and there is no beauty and ugliness, in fact, twelve is not ugly, but not as good-looking as fourteen, and she is tall and strong, and women are too strong to appear delicate and charming.

"What's the matter with a meal, she has to listen to me no matter what happens in the future. "Fat people don't show off.

Nanfeng frowned and glanced at the fat man, three obedience and four virtues are the etiquette of the Han people, and the barbarians should not talk about this.

"Why don't you believe it," the fat man pointed to the thorns in the distance, "This is the rule set by the brother-in-law." ”

"What other rules does he have?" asked Nanfeng with a smile.

The fat man held out two fingers, "Just two, one, she has to listen to me." Two, I can't bully her. ”

"It's a good rule, it's fair. Nanfeng nodded.

While the two were talking, the twelve ends of meat returned, and the fat man diverted the topic, "By the way, how did you offend that old witch, I see that she was angry when she came out of your room." ”

Nanfeng didn't answer the fat man's question, but stuffed the empty bowl to the fat man, "I'm full, go back to the house first." ”

"Little North Wind, come here, I'll take you down for a walk. The thorn shouted in the distance.

Maybe the north wind shouted more smoothly than the south wind, and the flower thorn shouted wrong, but the south wind didn't bother to correct it, "I'll go back and get something, and I'll be back immediately." ”

The mutton is good, but it is greasy to eat too much, and the cakes that the fat man brought in the morning are still there, and Nanfeng went back to the house to get the cakes, chewed and walked back.

The fat man had already finished eating at this time, and was talking to the flower thorn.

"Let's go. Hua Thorn turned around and went first, "Today, let you see what I am doing to press the box, what are the seven major sects, they have no reputation, you will help me make a name for myself after you go out, so that they will always look down on me." ”

There is a row of caves at the foot of Xishan Mountain, there are fifteen caves from south to north, these fifteen caves are similar from the outside, and Hua Thorn took the two of them into the eighth cave in the middle.

The other caves are similar to the caves, used to live in people, dug not high or deep, and there are utensils and furnishings inside. The interior of the cave is two feet high and more than three feet wide, and there is only a simple set of bedding in the corner of the wall next to the door, and there are no other living utensils.

There was a large stone door on the north side, divided into two doors, which were closed at this time, and there was a fist-sized hole at the edge of both stone doors, and a thick copper chain was threaded through it, and the interface was on the outside, and a large lock hung on it.

"Big brother, who's sleeping here?" the fat man looked into the corner.

"Me. Flower Thorn untied the key from her waist and went over to open the lock, "This is a family background, and you have to keep it alive." ”

Nanfeng held the cake in his hand, chewing and looking at the cave, this cave is not very rough, but it is not very detailed, this is the periphery, and there is nothing to see.

Thorn unfastened the lock, pulled down the chain, and pushed the right side of the door with her shoulder.

Seeing that the flower thorns were pushing hard, the two stepped forward to help, and the stone gate was more than two feet thick and extremely heavy.

When the gap for people to enter and exit was introduced, the flower thorn entered sideways, and the fat man followed.

Nanfeng did not rush in, but looked at the two stone gates, the surface of the stone gate is very smooth, although the barbarians can also dig and carve, but it is unlikely that they have such superb skills, these two stone doors should have existed before.

However, the two holes in the joints of the stone gate that are wound around the chains are very rough, which should have been dug out by the barbarians in the later period.

Even if he hadn't entered the interior, the two stone doors alone had confirmed his previous suspicion that this was indeed the place where the tortoiseshell was kept, and the barbarians had discovered it and modified it.

Observing the inner workings of the cave is only one of the many purposes of this trip, but there are many other important things to be sure about: who made this cave and who is it?

There is also the reason why this person placed the Book of Heaven here, whether it was for safe keeping, for permanent storage, or for other purposes.

Through this stone gate, it can be concluded that the person who hid the book of heaven was not an idler from the mountains, but should have a high power and status, and only such a person had the ability to drive the craftsmen to dig and place such a heavy stone gate.

"Wow, that's cool. The fat man yelled inside.

Nanfeng just wanted to enter the door, and at a glance, he found that there was an area on the ground to the right of the stone gate that was different in color from the other areas, and the area with abnormal color was rectangular, eight feet long and two feet wide.

Since the color difference is very obvious, it also excludes the possibility of a mechanism, since it is not a mechanism, then there is only one possibility, that is, something was originally placed in that place, and it was moved away later.

If you think about it, the epitaph is the most likely, and the epitaph that records the identity of the owner is usually placed in this position in front of the grave outside the tomb.

If there had been an epitaph in that place, it would have been an ancient tomb.

"Come on in, it's so cool in here. The fat man urged.

Nanfeng paused his thoughts and entered the door sideways.

At this time, Hua Thorn was lighting the brazier in the passage, and with the light from the brazier, Nanfeng vaguely found that there was a long passage in front of the three people, the ground was paved with stone slabs, and the stone walls were on both sides, and the dome above was also made of bluestone.

"Big brother, how is this place so gloomy?" the fat man asked.

"This used to be a place where the dead were buried. Flower Thorn's words confirmed Nanfeng's guess.

"Who buried it?" asked the fat man curiously.

"I heard my grandfather say that it was the one in the Zhou Dynasty, when I was young, he said a personal name, I don't remember. The thorn took the torch and walked forward.

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, the age of Hua Ting'er should be correct, he once found a bundle of bamboo slips in the Yuqing Sect Scripture Pavilion, the text on the bamboo slips is the same as the text on the deerskin map, according to the old master who guarded the Scripture Pavilion, that kind of text is called Dingwen, which is the text used in the Zhou Dynasty.

In fact, in Yuqingzong, he didn't treat it in vain, in addition to offending people, he also did some serious things, if it wasn't for the old mage in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who helped him translate the Ding text, he still couldn't understand what was written on it.

"You said there would be a ghost in here, why do I feel a chill on the back of my neck?" the fat man was suspicious.

Nanfeng didn't bother to talk to him, at this time he was thinking about another thing, that is, the person who was buried here before should be a very famous person, if that person was not known, it was impossible for the grandfather of the flower thorn to tell the name of the owner of a child's tomb, because it was pointless to do so.

Since this is a tomb, the tortoise shell is naturally buried here as a funerary object, and no matter who the owner of the tomb is, just confirming that this is a tomb is bad news for him, because this is a tomb, and the other eight places are very likely to be tombs, and the mechanism of the tomb is ever-changing, and there is no way to learn from it.

However, the unfortunate Wan Xingyuan Anning is consulting the important technique of public loss, and with her, she will not be helpless in the face of this situation......