After that old Qiu finished playing a set of sticks, he suddenly stopped, and jumped backwards a stick distance: "Boy, why don't you fight back?"

Wang Ergou said: "My shot is a killing move, if I can't kill the enemy's life with one sword, I won't make a move, not to mention that I have no grievances with you, so I can't fight back." ”

"Good!good!good!" that old Qiu said three good words, Wang Ergou saw that although he was dressed as a martial artist, he looked quite like a down-and-out scholar, and he was about fifty years old, and his face was as pale as the people here, which must have been caused by being underground for a long time.

Lao Qiu turned around and left, and said without looking back: "Boy, you come with me!"

Wang Ergou looked at the old patriarch, Zhou Qifang's eyes were full of joy, and he beckoned to Wang Ergou again and again: "Hurry!

The group hugged Wang Ergou and caught up with Lao Qiu's pace. Several villagers are holding torches aloft for lighting, they are walking along a tunnel inward, there are vague statues of gods on both sides of the tunnel, and it is impossible to see whether it is a Buddha or a way, and there is a neat stone path under the feet, and the degree of damage is not as good as that built in recent years.

A group of people walked along the winding corridor for a meal, and finally stopped in an empty underground cavern.

Where the torches lit him, Wang Ergou seemed to see a pair of huge figures a few feet away.

"What's that?" Wang Ergou pointed to, and a member of the clan shook the torch over. Under the reflection of the flames, there were indeed two strange statues, the one on the left was a strange god with a bird's head and a human body, and the two arms were broken when they went up and down, and the one on the right was a strange god with a snake head and a human body, and the two arms were all broken from the shoulders, and the two statues were each three feet high. The villagers were not surprised by this statue, and they had obviously seen it a long time ago.

The road in the middle of the stone statue is smoother and wider than the previous road, and at a glance, it is empty in front of it, only Lao Qiu's distant figure swayed a little or twice in front of him.

The clansmen continued to hug Wang Ergou and walked along the road for more than 50 zhang, and finally saw Lao Qiu, and the road came to an end.

At the end of the road is a black gate, about ten zhang high, four or five zhang wide, like stone and iron, extremely heavy. Lao Qiu stood in front of the gate with his back hand and said to Wang Ergou, "Are you here for this?"

"What?"

"Aren't you here for this?"

Wang Ergou looked confused again: "What do you mean...... I risked drowning in order to find this place......"

"Could it be...... Isn't it?" he asked, tilting his head, his expression as if Wang Ergou had some conspiracy.

"No!" Wang Ergou replied categorically.

Lao Qiu sighed lightly: "It seems that Xiao Ducian didn't tell you the truth. ”

"Xiao Twilight Cicada?"

"Hmm, your kung fu and knife weren't passed on to you by Xiao Dui?"

"Kung Fu and knives are passed down by my master, the Broken Knife Hero, I don't know Xiao Dui. ”

"What's the name of the Broken Knife Hero?"

"This ......" Wang Ergou was stunned, he had been on the mountain with his master for fifteen years, and he didn't know his name and surname. The rivers and lakes only called him the Broken Knife Hero, but they never mentioned who his surname was, "You mean, Xiao Ducian is my master?"

A crowd laughed. Indeed, there are still few people whose apprentices don't even know the name of the master.

Lao Qiu stepped out of the way, and behind him appeared an inverted cone pattern of half a human height, which had four sides, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The four corners of the awl have four circles, each with a transverse hole in the center.

Lao Qiu pointed to a circle and said, "You can insert the broken knife on your back." ”

Wang Ergou got closer and saw that the quadrangular pyramid was carved into a huge piece of metal, and there was a circle in the middle of the cone, faintly with some patterns, but Wang Ergou didn't have the heart to study what he had drawn.

He focused on the circular hole pointed by Lao Qiu, the edge of the hole was extremely flat, he pulled out the knife, aimed the head of the knife at the hole, the hole was just stuffed, he pressed lightly, the knife was pushed into it seamlessly, and there was no trace of gap.

Seeing Wang Ergou continue to look confused, Lao Qiu smiled and said, "There are too many stories that Xiao Ducian didn't tell you. He saw that the knife was fully inside, and only the handle remained, "You can try to turn around now." ”

Wang Ergou used a little force on the handle of the knife, and the handle of the knife turned half a circle with a circle, and he couldn't turn anymore.

The broken knife turned out to be a key!

Everyone held their breath, knowing that something was about to happen, and the silence around them was so quiet that only the sound of the flames could be heard.

"Ka...... Woo......" Two muffled sounds came from within the giant door, like the low cry of a long-sleeping dragon.

Postscript to this chapter:

Yongshe Lake is a part of today's Gaoyou Lake, and the legend of "Yongshe Pearl" has been spreading. The story of this chapter is that I borrowed the legend of "pearl" for the development of the plot, and fabricated an ancient "submarine" (turtle ship) out of thin air, and the pearl became the lighting equipment of the submarine. The legend of "Yongshe Pearl" can be found in Shen Kuo's "Mengxi Writings" in the article "Strange Things: Yangzhou Dazhu", and the original story is roughly as follows:

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there is a very large bead in Yangzhou, which is often seen when the sky is dark. At the beginning, it came out of Pize in Tianchang County (now one of the northwest sources of Gaoyou Lake), then turned into Yongshe Lake, and then in Xinkai Lake, for more than ten years, residents and pedestrians often saw this bead. My friend's study was built on the lake, and one night he saw the big bead very closely, and at first it opened the mussel room slightly, and from the kiss it shone like a golden thread. Orr, suddenly open the shell, the body is as big as half a bed, the white light in the shell is like silver, the pearl is as big as a fist, so brilliant that it can not be short-sighted, there are shadows in the surrounding forests for more than ten miles, like the rising sun, and the red of the sky in the distance is like wildfire. Then, suddenly, it went away, and its line was like flying, floating in the waves, bright as the sun. In ancient times, there was a pearl of the bright moon, the light color of this pearl is not like the moon, and the glow has a flame, like the sun.

Is this big pearl really in a mussel? "It flies" and "Bright as the sun" are not like ordinary pearls—more like a modern searchlight.

Could it be that the "turtle boat" is real? I believe it myself.