Suddenly, the rock wall around me suddenly collapsed, burying me in the rubble.

When I looked at it closely, it was not the rocks that collapsed, but the various petroglyphs painted on the rock face.

The petroglyphs are all lines, different thicknesses, different old and new, intertwined into layers of nets, wrapped around me.

Since it is a painting, each line is given a special meaning by the author. What I can see now is the stories and thoughts behind the lines.

In front of me was a long moat with rolling waves, hundreds of meters wide longitudinally, and even if there was a boat, it was difficult to pass through the churning and turbulent current.

On the left, there are many pavilions, I don't know that there are thousands of portals, like a labyrinth, the depth is indistinguishable.

On the right side, thousands of troops and horses are whistling forward, and in an instant they are whistling away, and the horses' hooves are stepping over, and their sound is like thunder, like war drums, like thunderbolts, the momentum is amazing, and the murderous spirit is dry.

Behind him, there were countless demons and monsters rushing one after another, and countless arms stretched straight forward, as if they wanted to choose people to devour.

I couldn't move, because from my waist down to the waist was wrapped in arrowroot vines, which were dense and dense like ropes, and they were bound strongly.

Looking up, the gods are listed, the warriors are strict, as if the top of my head is the heavenly palace, I stand here, my waist has violated the dignity of the Jade Emperor, and I will suffer the punishment of heaven in an instant.

"Everything is an illusion, and it is all changed by Zuo Fengshou's illusion." I gritted my teeth and guarded this point so as not to mess up.

At this moment, it occurred to me that the surname "Zuo Fengshou" was very strange. There are very few branches of the Zuo clan, which can be traced back to the Shang Tang and Zhou Wu eras, the leader of the side door Zuo Dao, the "Zuo Long Clan", that is, the god of clouds and rain who helped King Wu of Zhou defeat the King of Shang.

Zuo Long's clan is good at illusion, and in the battle of Chaoge, he used illusion to confuse the stubborn defenders, and helped King Wu of Zhou and Jiang Shangbing to advance into Chaoge.

"Zuo Fengshou, I didn't have any malice, I just wanted to save you. When you attack me with illusion, don't you repay virtue with resentment? I took a deep breath and shouted in the direction where the toad was standing.

Actually, I was too careless and thought that Zuo Fengshou had no ill will towards me, so I took a gentle solution.

Now, by accident, the situation has reversed, and I have lost control of the scene.

In other words, everyone underestimated Zuo Fengshou, including the high-level leaders of the Yellow Flower Society.

Within the kudzu vine, a green-flowered python suddenly came out and pounced on me with its mouth open.

Still holding a sharp stone in my hand, I struck it across my chest and drew a line of pointed armor defensive cones on top of the kudzu vines. Normally, this is a necessary tool to block the violent passage of convoys, and now it is used to deal with pythons, and it is also a last resort.

Since everything around me is a petroglyph and an illusion, it is also a clever plan for me to paint with stones and restrain attacks.

Lines can be drawn on rock walls, in the air, or even in the eyes, hearts, and breaths.

Just as I depicted the dancing girl who bounces the pipa in Cave 112, her movements, postures, clothes, and expressions are all clear to her chest, no matter how she paints, she is the one she draws, and she will never lose her charm.

Now, although the lines I draw with sharp stones are crude, there is no flaw in their trajectories.

The python lunged at it, was stabbed by the defensive cone, rolled and struggled, and quickly fled.

I gradually understood that the changes in the rock paintings are also a kind of metaphysics, which is the same as the principle of sword control and qi control in the ancient sword immortal era. Those with strong aura and pure painting skills will naturally be able to gain the upper hand, and the beasts cannot be violated, and the demons have avoided them.

Suddenly, I felt that the illusion around me was receding, and the restraints under my feet were completely loosened.

"Mr. Zuo, reconcile, as long as you are safe and sound, I can go back to the Snow Bodhisattva and the Great Demon Hand to return to them." I said it out loud.

There is no conflict of interest between me and Zuo Fengshou, let alone a personal grudge. So, when he appeared, I could retreat and stop worrying about his life and death. Of course, it would be best if he would tell me the truth about the mirage, at least I could know the whereabouts of the Lancer.

"Okay, okay, reconcile." I finally heard Zuo Fengshou's voice, and a stone fell to the ground in my heart.

His voice came from the left front, about twenty paces away.

As far as I could see, when the illusion of the moat receded, there was only a bare rocky floor.

"Where are you? Please show up and speak. I asked.

"Please come here, the tea and wine have been prepared, and there are friends from afar, so you are happy?" His voice was very gentle, without the slightest hint of murder.

Before I walked, I inspected the rock wall on the right.

The lines on the rock face are still so intertwined that it is impossible to tell what is being drawn. The reason for this is that it is precisely because painters of different eras put pen to paper in the same position, overlapping and overlapping, covering and interlacing, that the most valuable ancient rock paintings were destroyed, leaving only pieces of four-like paintings.

Just like those ancient buildings in modern society, only retain the remnants of the past bricks and tiles, most of them are added later, masonry, there is no technique, chapter, inheritance at all, a hall and a floor, a wall and a door, all are mottled colors, the old and the new are not the same, so that the ancient architecture experts, archaeologists shake their heads.

It is inevitable that future generations will destroy the legacy of their predecessors, which is an inevitable by-product of the progress of human society.

This reminds me of the ancient murals of the Mogao Grottoes, and if some people renovate, repair, transform, add or subtract to them, the treasures of mankind will be destroyed in the 21st century, leaving an eternal regret.

The toad remained in place, the hand holding the dagger had fallen, and his expression was no longer panicked.

I walked to the left front, and my feet were on the hard rocky ground, and every step I took was extremely steady.

"No one can figure out the relationship between petroglyphs and mirages, only you. No one can detect my dislike for the Yellow Flower Society, and only you. It seems that God has sent you to be my bosom friend, so that I can vomit the lump in my chest as fast as possible. Fabulous, fabulous, please come along. Zuo Fengshou said.

He never showed up, but his voice was clear and calm, and it sounded not far away.

"It's a great honor to be able to see the illusion of the Zuo clan today." I said humbly.

If Zuo Fengshou can control these petroglyphs and form an unbelievable illusion with the content of the paintings, then I can even guess that all the petroglyphs are from the Zuo clan and have nothing to do with ordinary people. These are not works of art, but a kind of metaphysical weapon invented by the sidelines.

"I'm very skeptical, how could Thunderbolt Hall Lei Dongtian be willing to let you go? A young master like you has never been seen in a hundred years. If you are determined to serve the Perak Hall, the revitalization of the Lei clan is just around the corner. Alas, here, I also have to admire Lao Lei's mind, if he is willing to let you go, I know that he will be in trouble every day, and you will definitely rush to help and never flinch. Zuo Fengshou said.

Listening to his tone, he was very familiar with Lei Dongtian.

Admittedly, when I said goodbye to Lei Dongtian, I did think that way. Although I am no longer a disciple of the Thunderbolt Hall, at any time, as long as the thunder is in trouble, I will return from the stars and nights to resist the wind, sword, frost and sword for him.

"Mr. Zuo is overrated." I threw my hand over to the place where the sound came from.

"Do you smell the tea?" Zuo Fengshou asked.

There was a clear smell of tea in the air, which lifted my spirits. After running for a long time, my legs and feet were already tired, and my stomach was rumbling. When you meet such a good tea, you really shouldn't miss it.

It is estimated from the sound and the fragrance of tea, as long as you walk ten more steps, you can see the left harvest.

I took a big step forward, and a thought suddenly crossed my mind - "Guillotine Cliff." ”

When they captured the two Tankers earlier, they said that they had just pushed a Russian off a cliff on the side of the petroglyph valley.

After entering the stone gap, I also observed that on the right side of the cave are rock walls and petroglyphs, and on the left side is a hidden cliff, about two meters wide, bottomless, and endless.

If you go to the left, you're bound to fall off a cliff.

I was attracted by Zuo Fengshou's sound and the fragrance of tea, and I almost fell into his trap and jumped off the cliff automatically.

This kind of death, Zuo Fengshou will not bear the name of "innocent killing", and at any time, my death can be attributed to "accidentally falling off a cliff, a pity".

I stopped slowly, not in a hurry or impatient, and arched my hand three times in a row in the direction of Zuo Fengshou's voice: "Mr. Zuo, I suddenly remembered that the Snow Bodhisattva and the Great Demon Hand had ordered that as long as I knew that Mr. Zuo was still alive, I had to go back to the stone tower immediately to send a message, so that everyone could rest assured." Now, the tea is no longer to drink, Your Excellency and Mrs. are reunited, my mission is complete, so don't let it go. ”

Within a few minutes, the other party continued to attack me with illusions, and his intentions were extremely unpredictable. I don't want to accept the offer, and temporarily withdrawing from the petroglyph valley is the best policy.

"The Great Demon Hand is here too?" Zuo Fengshou asked.

I nodded: "Yes, the Great Demon Hand is very concerned about Mr. Zuo's disappearance, and strictly ordered his subordinates to cast a net to search, and he is so worried about it that he can't sleep at night." ”

The Great Demon Hand, Bao Toad, and even Zuo Fengshou all belong to the Gu Miao people, and I have realized at this moment that there is already a distraught sound behind Zuo Fengshou's calm voice.

This should be the weak cover door of Zuo Fengshou, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmm, can Mr. Long keep it a secret for me?" Zuo Fengshou's tone became softer.

"What secrets?" I took my breath and stood firm.

"I have lived in Dunhuang Luopan Village for many years, and I have a hobby of collecting small cultural toys and small antiques. Over time, he also accumulated some worthless little things, which were placed in the cellar of his home in Luopan Village. If Mr. Long doesn't think the country things are shoddy, just accept those things, and I won't go back in the future anyway. I gave Mr. Long these little things in the hope that Mr. Long would be able to keep his mouth shut about today's events and not mention half a word to outsiders. Zuo Fengshou said.

Although he has repeatedly called it a "little thing", I know that what can be collected by a master of metaphysics like him must be from the Dunhuang antique market, and the market value and collection value cannot be measured by money.

It is very easy to seal someone's mouth with money, especially when you encounter a greedy person, you will definitely be able to do so. It's a pity that I've always been a person who treats money like dung, otherwise just accepting a gift from Lei Dongtian would have been enough to buy a few buildings in Dunhuang.

Zuo Fengshou used money to buy me, which is really the next strategy among the next strategies, which will only backfire and arouse my strong curiosity.

"I'm sorry, I have to at least tell the truth to the Snow Bodhisattva and the Great Demon Hand, otherwise, I'm afraid the mountain search operation will never stop." I say.

Zuo Fengshou laughed: "Mr. Long, I have always felt that any kind of cooperation only depends on whether the conditions are suitable or not, as long as it is suitable, any cooperation can be promoted." I know that Mr. Long is a kind and good person, and those small gifts just now are just a little heart, in fact, I can help Mr. Long solve a huge puzzle that has been suppressed in his heart for a long time. If I do this, will Mr. Long be able to repay the favor and help me keep it a secret? ”

I immediately realized that what he said was the same thing as what Bao Chan said, and it was related to the "missing painter surnamed Dragon".

"Tell me about it? Not necessarily. I responded with a smile.

All illusions are aimed at people's desires to attack, and once I show persistence and interest in something, it is equivalent to Tai'a holding it upside down and shoving the handle of the murder knife into the other person's hand.

"DNA testing technology in modern medicine is very mature, and whether two people are related to each other can be known at a glance. Well, Mr. Long is very interested in his own background, but he can't find a place to start, and this is the biggest trouble at the moment. I can guarantee that within ten days, Mr. Long will be able to solve this problem. Zuo Fengshou said.

I didn't show the slightest hesitation or emotion, my expression was calm and emotionally stable, and I just quietly listened to the other party talk about the conditions.

"How's that going, Mr. Long?" Zuo Fengshou asked.

"It's so attractive." I said lightly.

Zuo Fengshou was a little disappointed: "Mr. Long, aren't you interested in this matter?" I am half of a 'Dunhuang Tong', and no matter how rich and powerful others are, they may not be able to do this properly. ”

Of course, I wanted to know who I came from, where I came from, and why I came from in my family. It's just that now I can't show the slightest desire to leave an attack point for Zuo Fengshou.