[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that Mu Shanshan, who was far away in Heizhugou, went to the West Cross Courtyard to ask his mother, did she inject the demonic qi into Mu Qing's body? got a shocking answer, unfolding a secret that had been sealed for many years. And Mu Qingming in Kunming City also went to the ghost market on Happy Horse Mountain to ask the city owner about the whereabouts of the snakeskin of the black-scaled python. After the owner of the ghost city learned that Mu Qingming was actually looking for the Hundred Illusion Map, he told Mu Qingming a suffocating disappointing answer - the Hundred Illusion Map had long since ceased to exist. And in Mushancheng in Heizhugou, after telling his wife Mu Luoshi the answer he heard from his mother, both of them could not distinguish the truth from the false, and they were at a loss for a while. 】

The night wind whistled through the ghost market of Happy Horse Mountain, blowing in front of the small building in the depths, shaking the white paper lantern on the door and the messy spirit flag in front of the door.

After the ghost city lord in the building finished asking that sentence, he raised his eyes and looked out of the building.

Under the shadows of the trees, in the darkness that covers the sky, the lights are like falling stars, dotted in the shade of the trees.

The fire of fireflies flutters in the wind and dances among the plants and trees. For the ghost envoy who diffuses a terrifying atmosphere, it adds a bit of beauty and tranquility.

"You're looking for this snakeskin, because you know another legend of snakeskin." The ghost city lord looked outside the building and asked softly.

Mu Qingming took a sip of tea and nodded.

"Fantasy map, fantasy map. How many people think it's just a little-known legend, and I said it's not a legend, but no one believes it. Young Master Mu is also the first person I have met who believes in the existence of this thing. The lord of the ghost city, who also raised the teacup, smiled to himself, and said to himself: "At that time, Chu General Zhuang jumped into Yunnan, and after hitting the edge of Dianchi Lake, he planned to return to Chu to report, and at this time, Qin attacked and captured Wu County and Qianzhong County of Chu State, and the road was impassable, so he stayed by Dianchi Lake. Zhuang Ji relied on the army in his hand to claim the king in Yunnan and establish the power of the Dian State. However, in order to protect itself, it was far from enough to rely on the barrier of mountains and mountains, and the small number of Dian troops with backward weapons. The high priest paid attention to him, and took the skin of the black-scaled snake to make a hundred illusions that absorb and extract souls, and could use this picture to create powerful illusions to confuse the enemy in order to protect himself. Therefore, there was the action of the high priest Nanying Village to behead the giant python; is obviously full of selfish desires, but it is said that it has become a selfless act of saving people. If you really have this heart, why did you go earlier? ”。

When it comes to the back, it is full of dissatisfied complaints. It's just that he kept turning his head to look outside the building, and the lights in the building were not bright, and Mu Qingming and Mo Han couldn't see the look on his face and were curious.

Mo Han, who had been listening to her story, also had a new understanding of this Hundred Illusions and asked, "Great Monk, have you ever used this Hundred Illusions?" Are there any ancient texts that record its effects? ”。

"Of course, ma'am. It's just that these books are now the only ones, and I am fortunate to have them all in my collection. The ghost city lord who retracted his gaze glanced at Mu Qingming and Mo Han's faces: "The effect is still good, the ancient Dian Kingdom has used it three times, and it perfectly blocked the attack of the Ailao Ancient Kingdom and the Qin State, so that the Dian Kingdom Zuo continued to the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty." I can give these books to Young Master Mu, and give them away for free, don't give them back. ”。

After that, he stood up and asked Mu Qingming to have tea before walking slowly upstairs by himself.

Looking at his somewhat stumbling steps, Mu Qingming looked at his wife and asked, "Have you noticed that his breath is disordered today, and his speech is no longer full of energy?" ”。

"Sick, aren't you?" Mo Han nodded and replied in a low voice.

There are still five decays of heaven and man, not to mention that they are just strange people, and they can't escape birth, old age, sickness and death. The world is impermanent, even if it is the owner of the ghost city, his body that has come back from the dead has his own unique disease.

After a long time, the lord of the ghost city turned around and returned, with a few more ancient bamboo rolls in his hand, rolled them up and hugged them on his chest. He was still faltering, and it was very difficult to go down the stairs, and he walked for a while before he walked down the steps that were only about a dozen steps: "But Young Master Mu, now you can't find the Hundred Illusion Map." It really doesn't exist anymore. ”。

Mu Qingming was suddenly stunned, and his eyes widened, revealing an incredible gaze.

I finally came to the ghost market, and heard the news that the owner of the ghost city also knew about the Hundred Illusion Map. Mu Qingming, who had no clue for more than a month, seemed to see a ray of light in the dark.

But the words that the ghost city lord said now annihilated all the light and hope of Mu Qingming.

"In the later period of the Dian Kingdom, the sacrifices in the country were unlearned and unskilled, and they had empty names. The Hundred Illusions were stolen and burned from the sacrificial residence, so Emperor Wu's army easily captured Kunming, and there was a major historical event of the 'Han Xilou Ship'. The ghost city lord walked to the table, put the bamboo scroll in his hand on the table, rummaged through it, and took out one of the scrolls and unfolded it in front of Mu Qingming and Mo Han's eyes: "According to folk records, the skin of the black-scaled python is water, and the fire cannot be melted, and in the end, two of the palm-sized snake skins were left, and they are also the places where the snake skin is blessed with the most witchcraft. ”。

The unfolded bamboo scroll, each bamboo strip is engraved with dense compilation, and the ink in the nick has peeled off a lot, making every word mottled. Because of its early Han Dynasty to make the Han Dynasty inherit the Qin system, the first use of seal script, this bamboo scroll should be the late Qin and early Han Dynasty.

"This is the whereabouts of the last two snakeskins." In the slightly old and weak voice of the ghost city lord, Mu Qingming and Mo Han slid along him through the bamboo slips, looked at the thin fingers like wood, and saw: "The merchant gets it, and the merchant drum is made of leather." A brief account of ".

"So, the Phantom Map has been made into a drum?" Mu Qingming felt that his heart was beating fast today, maybe it was because of surprise and fright, as well as consternation.

"Yes." The lord of the ghost market who sat down bowed his head slightly, and said slowly: "One side of the merchant's drum." So to this day, in the myth and legend of killing the black-scaled python, the person who killed the snake evolved into a merchant. ”......

The night was deep, and the fog in the black bamboo ditch showed no sign of receding, and the thick fog was still across the mountains and forests, blurring everything. It is also in this quiet mountain forest that the hazy haze spreads.

Mu Shan walked into the West Cross Courtyard with mixed feelings, and walked out with mixed feelings. He didn't ask for an affirmative answer, but he got a different answer.

Mu Shanjun's heart was full of doubts, he didn't know whether to believe what he heard during the investigation, or believe what his mother said?

Indeed, if his mother didn't want Mu Qingming to live, he didn't have to wait until Mu Qingming was more than three hundred years old, and the Tao was extraordinary.

However, the Immortal Dao requires Mu Qingming's demonic energy, which does not prove that Mu Yu's words are true.

Perhaps the mystery that lies in front of the truth of this matter is like the fog that spreads out in front of Mu Shan's eyes, hazy and vague.

Without saying a word, he walked forward, found the location of the main house where he lived in the fog, and walked towards the back of the house after crossing the threshold.

The disciples who were waiting outside the door closed the door with their hands.

When he came to the back room, Mu Shanshu saw his wife Mu Luo, sitting at the table opposite the bed, carefully folding the children's clothes scattered on the table by the bright fire in the copper lamp on the table.

"When Mu Qingming was a child again?" Mu Shan walked straight to his wife and sat down, lifted the teapot on the table and poured himself a glass of water: "He can't wear it now, what are you doing with it?" ”。

Outside the window, the arrow bamboo sifts the wind and the moon, and the bamboo shadow reflected on the window paper sways a few times.

The humidity dissipated in the thick fog, and the cold came into the house through the cracks in the doors and windows, but after entering the house, it was like a mud cow entering the sea and turning into nothingness.

"I made it new." Mu Luo's eyes were always staring at those little clothes, and he said slowly: "Lest Mo Han be in a hurry if he suddenly has a child." ”。

"it." Having said that, Mu Shanjun still took a few more glances at the children's clothes with fine and neat stitches, forbidden styles and not fancy ones, and asked: "Why are they all boys' clothes?" Do you know it has to be a boy? ”。

"Then I'll just make a few more girls' backs in a few days." Mu Luo said this, turned his head to look at her husband Tie Qing's face, and asked, "What's wrong with you tonight?" Feeling bad? ”。

Mu Shanshu nodded and said, "The second child's information seems to be wrong." ”。

Yan Bi stood up, walked to the side of the windowsill, opened the incense case in front of the windowsill, and the lid of the incense burner in the middle of the crest, under the curious gaze of Mu Luo, he put down the agarwood in the furnace without saying a word, and then slowly improved the lid of the incense burner after lighting it with fire.

"I went to my mother and got a different answer." With his hands behind his back, Mu Shanshu looked at the bamboo shadow reflected in the window through the curling green smoke, and told his wife everything he heard without reservation.

Mu Shan whispered softly, slowly echoing around the beams and pillars in the room where there were only the two of them. The answers given by Mu Qingming's grandmother Mu Yu were repeated one by one.

Mu Luo, who listened patiently, had a changeable expression on his face, first stunned, and then slightly opened his lips in surprise, but he couldn't speak. Then, the whole person stayed in place, and his beautiful eyes were wide open. She stared incredulously at her husband's back.

She couldn't believe that what she heard was true. Of course, because it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, I am at a loss.

"The Nine Suspicious Immortals can't be friends with us because of this, right?" After a long time, when Mu Shanshu finished saying everything, Mu Luo, who wanted to speak for a long time, slowly said a few words in his mouth: "Impossible!" ”。

"Mother just said that it was because of this at first, and then she and we slowly developed a strong friendship." Mu Shan, who still didn't look back, then said: "As for the exit of the Nine Suspicious Immortals, my mother is also very sure that she went to the dungeon to talk to the Nine Suspicious Immortals who lived in seclusion. ”。

He sighed.

Mu Shan was also at a loss, and it was difficult to distinguish between the true and false of the two answers.

It stands to reason that he should have believed his second brother. The news that this brother has always sent back, and the matter of the investigation, there has been no mistake at all.

But what his mother Mu Yu said is not unreasonable.

Looking back on the past, when he met the Nine Suspicious Immortals, the other party's arrogance that did not know the height of the sky and the height of the earth obviously would not take Mu Shan, who was only famous among strange people at that time, in his eyes.

Moreover, the Nine Suspicious Immortals, who are used to being alone, look down on the children of a family like Mu Shanshu very much. But then after getting along for a long time, something changed.

Even so, neither Mu Shan nor Mu Luo were sure that Mu Yu's words were true. It is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, which makes them at a loss for a while.

"I believe in the second child, he has always been serious and respects people who adore and respect you. For hundreds of years, he has been finding out news for us, and he has not missed anything. Mu Luo, who had been thinking about it for a long time, frowned and said thoughtfully: "However, there is still a way to distinguish the true from the fake." ”。

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