More than an hour later, at the top of the foothills.

The soldiers of the Qiangren Army were following Wu Liang's instructions to set up a tent in a place where the terrain was slightly gentle and there were trees to cover it.

Wu Liang invited the mountainside, pointed to the beautiful scenery at the bottom of the mountain and said with a smile: "Old man, you should be able to see the nearby sand and water style clearly, please." ”

"Good."

Yu Ji nodded, first looked around, and then unhurriedly took out a small bronze plate from a small cloth bag he was carrying.

Several concentric circles were drawn on the small bronze plate, and many smaller areas were divided by engraved lines, and each area was marked with Chinese characters.

Wu Liang knew at a glance that this should be the compass of the Han Dynasty.

Although the compass of the Han Dynasty also had the marks of Bagua, Earthly Branches, and Heavenly Stems, it did not divide the degrees equally, but divided the Heavenly Stems, Bagua and the Twelve Earthly Branches into three layers, and the degrees accounted for were inconsistent.

In addition, this compass is just an ordinary bronze disk, and it does not have a guide function on it.

In this era, there was no light and easy-to-carry compass, and the direction was still determined by the relatively cumbersome Sinan or guide car, and if there were no such things, we could only rely on life experience to deduce the approximate direction based on the shadow of the sun and the stars.

I saw Yu Ji after he took out the compass.

I rotated left and right in my hand for a long time, and changed my position several times, as if I was constantly adjusting my position, and then I looked up at the sky for a moment, looking very professional.

And then.

Yu Ji's brows finally twisted into a pimple, and he turned his head to look at Wu Liang.

"Sir, you already have a judgment?"

Wu Liang hurriedly came up and asked.

Looking at Yu Ji's expression, the feng shui of this tomb of the Marquis of Haiyang doesn't seem to be very good, but think about it, if the feng shui is good, how can his heirs and the country of Haiyang be so fateful?

As a result, he heard Yu Ji say with an embarrassed face: "It's not, Childe, I'm afraid that today's old man won't be able to perform the trick of public opinion......"

"Why is that?"

Wu Liang asked puzzled.

"Because the old man can't find the North ......"

Yu Ji's expression was even more embarrassed, and he explained to himself as much as possible, "Today's weather is gloomy, I can't see the sun, and the old man doesn't have Sinan here, so he can't accurately judge the south, south, and northwest...... It's better to ask the son to wait a little longer, and wait until the night or tomorrow when the weather clears, and the old man will not be too late to perform this trick for the son. ”

？？？

After hearing this, Wu Liang immediately froze in his chest, and almost couldn't help but ask Dian Wei to throw the old man down the mountain directly.

A master who claimed to have mastered the essence of the art of Kanyu openly said to him, "The old man can't find the north", which is really a rare thing that Wu Liang didn't expect even if he wanted to break his head.

It's like a veteran driver who has been driving a car for ten years and says he doesn't know how to insert the car keys.

After a moment of tightness in his chest, Wu Liang finally suppressed the feeling of "myocardial infarction", and said patiently: "Does that mean that as long as I can help the old man find the north, the old man will be able to perform the trick of Kanyu immediately?" ”

"Exactly."

Yu Ji also noticed Wu Liang's dissatisfaction, subconsciously glanced at the cliff not far away, and nodded hurriedly.

"Okay, you wait."

Wu Liang resolutely turned around and said to Yang Wanli, "Go and call Bai Jingjing, let her let go of the bird catcher in advance, and say that I have something important!" ”

"Yes."

Yang Wanli answered, and hurriedly followed the whistle that sounded from time to time in the forest.

A moment later.

Bai Jingjing came out of the forest with a sack, and it seemed that there were more than a dozen birds bulging in the sack, all struggling with the chirping pocket.

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Seeing this scene, Yu Ji couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.

It's only been a while, huh?

How did this girl go into the forest empty-handed, and catch so many birds without any tools?

Thinking like this, Bai Jingjing saw a bird flying overhead, pursed her mouth and whistled.

I saw that the bird immediately changed its flight direction as if it was enchanted, and actually circled above Bai Jingjing's head.

But that's not the most amazing thing.

The most amazing thing is that Bai Jingjing whistled again, and the bird actually circled and began to land, and finally landed on Bai Jingjing's shoulder very well-behaved?

"Huh!"

Bai Jingjing's eyes were quick, and she grabbed the bird's wings in an instant, and then without giving the bird a chance to react, she stuffed it into the burlap pocket in her other hand.

All in one go, without mud and water!

！！！

This sudden scene naturally startled Yu Ji again.

It's like a gentle and elegant son-in-law who looks like Pan An, but he suddenly opened his mouth but showed a mouth full of uneven fangs, which made it impossible to prevent it.

However, looking back, look at the reactions of Wu Liang, Dian Wei, Yang Wanli and others.

They seem to have become accustomed to this kind of thing, even ...... Wu Liang actually showed an appreciative smile to Bai Jingjing?

So it seems.

This son-in-law who went south to find the ancestral grave and the guests he accompanied are probably Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, none of them can be underestimated, and they can't afford to provoke them......

Shocked, Yu Ji slandered in his heart.

"What do you want me to do?"

After catching the bird, Bai Jingjing looked at Wu Liang and asked.

"I remember you brought a sewing needle with you and borrowed it for me."

Wu Liang said with a smile.

"Yo, the head of the family wants to do his own needlework?"

Bai Jingjing pouted, but still took out a small bag that looked like a sachet from her waist, took out a small needle from it and handed it over.

"Miss Jingjing doesn't cooperate with me, so I can only do needlework by myself."

Wu Liang smiled and said something that people in this era couldn't understand.

Then he plucked a leaf from a nearby tree, and came to a small puddle in a low-lying area not far away, and rubbed the sewing needle against his hair.

A moment later.

The sewing needle was already slightly hot, and Wu Liang gently put the leaf into the puddle.

Then he placed the sewing needle on top of the leaves.

The leaves and needles in the puddle slowly rotated, and after more than ten seconds, they finally came to a complete still, and the direction of the needles was completely determined.

Wu Liang followed the direction of the sewing needle and drew a parallel straight line on the ground with a wooden stick.

Then he took another look at the moss on the rocks.

According to the experience of later generations of people living in the wild, the mossy side of the rock is the north side, and the dry and bare side is the south side, so there is a precise indication of the sewing needle, and the moss as evidence.

The direction can already be fully determined.

"This side is south, this side is north, old gentleman, please."

Wu Liang firmly pointed out the direction for Yu Ji, and said with an unkind gaze.