Mrs. Zuo turned her head to face a thick wild locust tree, folded her hands, and stopped at her chest. As she hung her head deeply, her chin rested lightly on the tip of her middle finger.

She spoke in a low voice again, speaking in a foreign language I didn't understand.

"Mr. Long, please sit here." Baoyu, who was slightly taller, pointed to the bluestone slab next to him.

The two of them kept their short guns in their hands, the safety bolt flicked open, and they were ready to shoot at any time.

I'm not hostile to them, so I can't be wary of them and let them do it.

The bluestone slab was about four feet long, big enough for the three of us to sit side by side. However, when I sat down, the two of them stood on their left and right, watching me without a trace.

I don't want to stir up any trouble, so I don't care about their hostile attitude.

"Ruyi worm, fly." Mrs. Zuo suddenly opened her arms to the sky and went straight up.

Originally, her long hair was coiled into a delicate bun, pinned by a pitch-black three-inch long glass hairpin. When she shouted on her back, her long hair suddenly fell out, but the hairpin broke off from it and fell into the grass.

I paid close attention to the ancient hairpin before, and now I can clearly see that after the hairpin is broken, a half-inch-long four-winged flying insect flutters its wings and flies towards the southeast mountain beam.

I understand, Mrs. Zuo is also a Gu Miao person, and the so-called "Ruyi Worm" is probably the Gu Refiner's own "Yuan Shen Gu", which can communicate with her. If Zuo Fengshou also carried this kind of Gu worm on his body, then within one hundred and ten kilometers, the two Gu worms would be able to find each other and become a guide for the two sides to meet.

"How long will it take?" I asked.

Mrs. Zuo replied in a deep voice: "If the harvest is near the mountain beam, there will be fruit within half an hour." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then let's wait quietly for a while." ”

The Gu magic is superb, and it is incredible. I have confidence in the technique of "Gu Worm Searching", because after all, the way of Gu art is an ancient thaumaturgy inherited from the Han Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, which is neither idealistic nor materialistic, it is a unique technique that jumps out of the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements. No entomlogist can explain how it works, just as it can't explain the "figure-eight dance" of bees and the digging of crickets into nests.

Mrs. Zuo approached me, and suddenly shook her head slightly, with a miserable smile on her gloomy face: "Mr. Long, in fact, you shouldn't have come to Luopan Village. ”

I could hear something in her words, and I just responded politely: "How?" ”

"There are some things that are unique to Luopan Village. This is a paradise where the rules are set by us and are not entirely under the command of the Yellow Flower Society. You follow the people of the Yellow Flower Society, and if something happens, no one can guarantee your safety. To be on the safe side, we must—" Mrs. Zuo smiled, revealing her neat, pale teeth.

I didn't show the slightest panic, and the two brothers Baoyu and Baobao, who were standing on the left and right, could not pose a real threat to me, although they had short guns in their hands.

"You're going to have a coup d'état?" I asked.

"We want to take back our rights, and no one wants to be slaved for generations, oppressed, exploited, called and drunk, and used as cattle and horses. Mr. Long, you are a high-class person from Hong Kong Island, and you must have your own views on democracy and freedom. You say, our requirements are not too high, right? Mrs. Zuo asked.

"Yes, everyone should have the right to democratic freedom, which is a basic need and no one can take it away." I'll be honest.

I had imagined the relationship between Huanghua and Luopan Village before, and if the latter was to repay the favor, then this relationship was worthy of special mention. On the contrary, if what Mrs. Zuo said is true, and Luopan Village is in a position of being enslaved and oppressed, then the uprising and coup d'état are imminent, and it can no longer be humiliated and endured.

"I have to find a good harvest." Mrs. Zuo muttered.

"He was the leader of the coup? Without him, the dragons are leaderless, is that true? I asked.

Mrs. Zuo smiled coldly and shook her head slightly: "Not exactly, but we must find him and find out the secret of the mirage." For so many years, the study of mirages has always been a failure. He had to give up his life to see what the problem was. The mirage is the key to the Dunhuang sky, if you don't get through this link, and if you keep it for a hundred years, it's just a blind man lighting the lamp in vain. ”

"Eldest sister, in fact, we have already prepared, there are one hundred and fifty catties buried under the stone tower*, and after the detonation, even the base of the tower will be reduced to pieces. This time, wouldn't it be a foolproof strategy for us to kill the Snow Bodhisattva and the Great Demon Hand, and then retreat to the western border as a whole? Baoyu asked.

Mrs. Zuo shook her head again: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, we are not retreating, but we must take radical measures to obtain the Dunhuang Heavenly Opportunity." No one can escape the CIA's net. The Yellow Flower Club is a descendant of the Pentagon, and the Pentagon will never let us go if we kill the middle and high-level members of the Club. Now, we must get the Dunhuang Heavenly Machine, so that all the big countries can be jealous, in order to profit from it. ”

"Someone's coming." The gem, who had never spoken, suddenly issued a warning, and at the same time leaned over and listened to the sound, "To the south, four hundred meters, two people approached, and there was the sound of pulling the bolt and wiping the dagger." ”

Mrs. Zuo waved her hand, and Baoyu and Gem immediately retreated, hiding in the dense forest.

She walked over slowly and sat side by side with me on the bluestone slab.

If someone appears, they will only see us, but it will be difficult to find the two brothers, Baoyu and Baobao.

"A coup d'état will lead to bloodshed and sacrifice, in my humble opinion, the Yellow Flower Society is huge, and the Great General, Snow Bodhisattva, and Great Demon Hand are just the tip of the iceberg, and rebellion at this moment is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. The water of the rivers and lakes is extremely deep, and the villagers of Luopan Village rebelled against the Yellow Flower Society, and it was inevitable that they would eventually suffer from the destruction of the door. If you and Mr. Zuo are for the sake of the villagers, you should keep the status quo and wait for the right time. I'm an outsider and have no stake in the coup, so my opinion is quite pertinent, and I hope you and Mr. Zuo will think twice before acting. I said with great sincerity.

Blowing up the stone tower, killing the Snow Bodhisattva and the Great Demon Hand by luck, it was just a few stones thrown at the behemoth of the Yellow Flower Society, and it wasn't even an itch in the boots, but it had exhausted all the combat power of Luopan Village.

In this kind of disparity, it would be too unwise for Luopan Village to reluctantly make a move.

"You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand, alas-" Mrs. Zuo said three times in a row, "You don't understand", and then let out a long sigh.

"Listen, maybe I can give you some advice. Now is the era of peace, and if we fight and kill, kill and slaughter, once the police intervene, all parties will not be able to get any benefits. I said.

"As long as we find the Dunhuang Heavenly Machine, we are the most noble people in the world, and we can sit on an equal footing with the ruler of all things, push the table, and reach the limit of human history. It is too tiring to live, and death is immortal, and Dunhuang Tianji is a wonderful magic weapon to help people live forever and die forever. You say, Luopan Village is close to the water and the moon first, do you have to find the Dunhuang Heavenly Machine? Mrs. Zuo asked quietly.

Dunhuang Heavenly Machine is not a universal magic weapon to solve all contradictions, but it has been abused by the world to spread falsehoods, and the more it spreads, the more miraculous it is, which has led to today's situation of competition among the forces of all directions.

The more the rumors are refuted, the more rumors become louder.

I couldn't convince Mrs. Zuo, so I had to smile wryly and shake my head.

Those from the south are not kind, and we are sitting here, and we are likely to be the target of the other side's attempted hunt.

For a long time, my biggest concern about the characters in the rivers and lakes is that everyone does not want to restrain themselves, and they act willfully and wantonly, killing others and finally being killed by others, drawing an unsatisfactory end to their lives.

"I know something about you." Mrs. Zuo said suddenly.

When I turned to look at her, there was an unfathomable smile in her eyes: "Your background, your family's past...... I know a little bit about it. ”

"How?" I asked.

In order to help me find out the origin of my family, Lei Dongtian launched a wide range of media channels, and was deceived more than a dozen times in the middle, losing millions of yuan. In fact, when I lived in an orphanage, I already had a vague understanding that my family history would never be revealed.

Now, isn't it a big joke for Mrs. Zuo to say this?

"There was once an archaeologist surnamed Long who was obsessed with Cave 112, and was especially good at drawing a picture of the rebounding pipa. He suddenly disappeared into the Mogao Grottoes, leaving his leather bag, stool, coat, pipe, and even his beloved bucket of Desert Queen pencils missing from the painting site. Someone has taken a picture, and he's—" Mrs. Zuo stopped talking and looked at me with a sneer.

I frowned again and again, and I didn't dare to believe all these specious clues she said, and I couldn't disbelieve them.

Painters who love colored pencil drawings know the Desert Queen brand pencil, which is a pencil for the aristocracy of Arab countries, the manufacturer is the Egyptian Desert Queen Company, and the distribution scope is Asia, Africa and Europe, and the main users are painters of the upper class.

In Dunhuang, I never used this pencil, but used an ordinary pencil, so as not to arouse the suspicion of the rest of the painters' troupe. However, at home on Hong Kong Island, I have always used this Desert Queen Pencil and have a deep love for it.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

Mrs. Zuo smiled slyly and shook her head: "I don't know, I'm just stating the facts, what exactly does it mean, or Mr. Long himself decides." Luopan Village is a subordinate organization of the Yellow Flower Society, which has been installed in Dunhuang for a long time, so it is natural to understand the information that is missing from other channels. Therefore, some of Mr. Long's doubts should be sought from Luopan Village instead of seeking help from the Dunhuang Museum of Culture and History. Destroy the two enemies from the south, and we can continue to talk. ”

She threatened me so openly that I couldn't refute it, but I just smiled silently, looking ahead, glancing south out of the corner of my eye.

The path was extremely narrow, and when the two men appeared, they kept rubbing off the dead branches on both sides and making a crackling sound.

"Huh? Someone? The short black fat man who walked in front exclaimed in a low voice, and subconsciously put his hands into his trouser pockets.

"What?" Walking behind was a tall, thin man with a slightly longer face, who was extremely agile, and with a slight leap, he was in front of the short black fat man.

It didn't take me much effort to tell that they were Tank Gangs—with a local accent, arrogant, openly armed, and fierce-eyed.

"Good thing, good thing." The short black and fat man laughed, his eyes slothed, dangling on Mrs. Zuo's face.

"Who are you?" The tall and thin man asked.

"Climbing the mountain for recreation." Mrs. Zuo replied.

"There are wolves on Mingsha Mountain, don't you know?" The tall and thin man asked again.

Mrs. Zuo shook her head: "We went up the mountain last night and got lost, so we had to wait until dawn to go down the mountain." If you're tired of walking, take a break here. ”

Humpty Fat touched his chin, and the corners of his mouth drooled.

Mrs. Zuo is an out-and-out beauty, I just noticed the mystery in her words, and completely ignored her facial features. On the wilderness, the fat and thin men held murder weapons, which greatly contributed to their obscenity.

"Come with us and send you down the mountain." Said the tall and thin man.

Mrs. Zuo shook her head: "We want to sit again, and we have good intentions." ”

The short black fat man was just about to have a seizure, and the tall and thin man laughed dryly: "Okay, not reluctantly, goodbye, goodbye." ”

Mrs. Zuo nodded, and the two of them passed in front of us and walked north.