[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that when Liu Yang was dreaming of a thousand autumns, the old man of the palace came to visit Muqing's mansion. Mu Qing saw that it was getting late, so he simply left the old man at home to eat. At the dinner table, Mu Qing meditated on the fact that the salt gang was powerful, so it was better to ask the old man about the whereabouts of the Hundred Illusion Map. I never thought about it, but I really asked some clues from the old man of the palace. The old man of the palace told Mu Qingming the address of the village, which was the small fishing village where Han Damao's family was located. After sending off the Gong family, Mu Qingming decided to take Mo Han and go to the fishing village to investigate. After finding the ancestral hall in the village, Mu Qingming took Mo Han and climbed over the wall to enter, and finally saw the legendary rattle made of a hundred illusions. 】

Night fell on the earth, taking away the last shred of light. The well-fed and well-fed Miaoyu Miaobi had already gotten up and went to light the lanterns in the courtyard and at the door.

Mo Han also saw the corpse baby in his arms, yawned and looked casual, and after saying "unaccompanied" to the old man of the palace, he took the corpse baby Hanquan to the bedroom and coaxed the child to sleep.

In the lobby of the main house, only Mu Qingming and the Gong family were left, and even Miaotian Miaole and Ah Hong also went back to the house to do evening classes.

"Dad, do you still have such a brave 'brilliant' past?" Gong Xiaoyun, who was holding her cheeks with her hands, pursed her lips and smiled, staring at her drunken father in front of her, with a bit of admiration in her eyes.

"Of course, your father and I were really brave when I was young. At that time, if your mother hadn't been pregnant with you, I would have gone to make a revolution full of Tartars. Being praised by his daughter, the old man Gong not only did not feel embarrassed, but was even more proud, and boasted loudly to his daughter and Mu Qingming: "At that time, I made a lot of preparations, such as how to use foreign guns, such as how to use knives and axes, I learned all these in a month or two. Later, your mother became pregnant, so I had to give up this plan. ”。

While speaking, the old man of the palace did not have the slightest remorse from beginning to end, but his face and eyes were full of pride and pride.

This old man, who is over half a hundred years old, has burning eyes when he narrates this. It's just that now, it's hard to imagine how this old man made that decision in the first place.

"And is this village still there?" When the old man was still immersed in the good memories that had passed, Mu Qingming asked again, breaking his thoughts.

"Here, the name is not what it used to be, what is it called Hanjia Village now, it is on the edge of the sea of grass." The old man didn't doubt why Mu Qingming asked this at all, and when he was just curious, he raised his glass and drank the last bit of wine in the cup, and then said: "However, a few years ago, there was a big flood in Dianchi Lake, and the city was flooded to the waist, and the small village by Dianchi Lake was also flooded by most of it, and a lot of people died. Since then, I have been convinced that the drum is nothing more than a myth. ”。

As soon as these words came out, Mu Qingming was 100% sure that he was talking about the small fishing village where Han Damao's family was located.

In private contact with Han Damao's family, Mu Qingming not only knew that their small fishing village was called this name, but also knew that Han Damao's family was one of the survivors of the floods many years ago.

There are many floods in Kunming, and the reason for this is that there are lakes, rivers and rivers inside and outside the city. And when the rainy season comes, it rains heavily. As long as the river is unfavorably dredged, the city will be flooded everywhere except for high enemies such as Yuantong Mountain and Wuhua Mountain.

Especially in the area from the Daguan River to the West Gate, as well as the two banks of the Panlong River, the flood will flatten the sea as soon as it comes.

When the flood is heavy, boating is possible in the city. Not only did the wealthy families live on the slopes of the highlands, but they also kept rafts and other things at home.

It also became a unique scenery in Kunming at that time.

And when the flood comes, the first places to suffer are the houses and villages near the lake and the river.

Even when Mu Qingming came to live in the city, he secretly buried several water-sheltering beads in the Shala Alley, which were surrounded by various places around the alley, so that the flood could divert the route, so as not to flood the home when the flood hit.

After Mu Qingming got a positive answer, he was satisfied. So he didn't ask any more, but just said: "It seems that if it's really a myth, I can only listen to it." After that, he poured wine for the old man of the palace and continued to drink and chatted about other things......

The meal was drunk until it was almost over, and Mu Qingming sent the palace master, who was staggering when he walked, to the entrance of the alley. It wasn't until he saw the palace family, supported the old man to go away, and disappeared into the night, that he turned around and left.

"You didn't drink too much, did you?" Mo Han, his wife who followed him out to see off the guest, asked with concern.

"It's okay, I've already used Zhenqi to force the wine out of my body." Mu Qingming, whose face was as usual, said clearly. At the same time, the footsteps are steady, and it is easy to walk in a straight line.

"That's good, the old man Gong is a big drinker, don't fight with him next time. And there's only one bottle of wine left in the house, so we'll have to buy some tomorrow. When Mo Han chattered this, she and Mu Qingming had already returned to the door of the Mu family's small courtyard.

After entering the courtyard and closing the door, Mo Han hurriedly cut to the chase: "Do you want to go to Han Damao's house immediately?" Otherwise, I'm afraid of long nights and dreams. ”。

Several other dragon lockers also surrounded them.

"It's not like you have a lot of dreams at night." Mu Qingming, who was standing in the courtyard, shook his head slowly, looked around at the dragon lockers, and said slowly: "But you really should go and take a look." Mo Han and I will go over, and you can just take care of the house. If Hanquan wakes up, try to lull him to sleep. ”。

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and only the faint light of the lantern in front of the eaves was left in the small courtyard, breaking through the darkness. The night wind became strong and fierce, and it made my cheeks ache.

After the other dragon lockers nodded in silence, Mu Qingming turned his head to his wife beside him and said, "Concealment Spell, and then shrink the ground into an inch technique." ”。

Mu Qingming, who had just spoken out of the technique, had already hidden his figure by pinching the magic trick in his hand, and disappeared into the small courtyard of the Mu family out of thin air, disappearing without a trace. Mo Han beside him, after following him to figure out the same trick, disappeared into the flying night wind.

After a blink of an eye, both husband and wife flashed to the edge of Dianchi Lake. However, the position was off, and as soon as they landed, they stood in the reed-covered shallows, and their hems and shoes and socks were soaked in the water, and they were immediately soaked.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han frowned in unison, a little helpless. But he ignored all this, looked around, found the location of the small fishing village in the dark night, and waded in the water.

Although the Dianchi Lake at night is also rolling, it is much quieter than during the day. Under the night wind, there are only swaying reeds and rolling waves, which make a constant sound.

Mu Qingming's sudden appearance made the sound of frogs chirping in the reeds also abruptly stopped.

Before the Concealment Spell had been lifted, they headed out into the darkness on the shore.

The quiet little fishing village, too, fell into a deep sleep, quietly, without the slightest sound or noise. Mu Qingming and Mo Han walked slowly through the village, looking for the location of the ancestral hall.

This small fishing village has been plagued several times, and there are only a dozen families left, and it is not difficult to find an ancestral hall. The two soon found a small square courtyard with brick walls between a dozen small courtyards surrounded by adobe walls.

The conspicuous mottled red brick wall, and the antique red pillar courtyard gate, the Mu Qingming couple who silently circled around the small courtyard gradually told the history of this small courtyard and the village.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han stood under the old locust tree outside the courtyard wall, jumped on tiptoe, and suddenly moved more than a foot off the ground. It fluttered down on the branches of the locust tree, and looked through the branches and leaves into the red brick wall.

The night was deep, and the courtyard was empty, except for the night breeze that shook the wild grass growing in the courtyard. And in the depths of the courtyard, there is a small bungalow built on the steps of a stone platform. It is said to be a bungalow, but there are cornices and corners in all directions, and the glazed tile roof is covered. Compared to the main houses of most families in the village, it is more luxurious and exquisite.

And Mu Qingming and Mo Han both smelled the faint scent of sandalwood from the hut with the doors and windows closed. It is the smell of incense used to worship the gods and ancestors, and it is left after burning.

This place must have been a sacred place for the villagers of the small fishing village – a place where they worshipped their ancestors.

Mu Qingming and Mo Han glanced at each other, and they all used the technique of shrinking the ground into inches, and dodged into the ancestral hall.

In the blink of an eye, two breezes blew out of thin air on the ancestral hall where the doors and windows were closed, and the figures of Mu Qingming and Mo Han appeared from it.

The two of them, who opened their eyes in the dark, raised their eyes and looked around. I saw that the space in the house was not large, and on the stone case in the depths of the middle, the central seat was dedicated to the water god of Dianchi Lake believed by the locals - the Holy Emperor of the Dian River. High up, looking down at Mu Qingming, their spiritual hatred, the stone carving of the Holy Emperor of the Yunnan River, is solemn. The painted colors on his face add a bit of majesty to this statue. So much so that the willow king (dragon king's son-in-law) and the dragon princess around it, the god of the net and the general of the sea patrol, as well as the gods of civil and military wealth, shrimp soldiers and crab generals painted on the left and right walls, seem to be just foils.

On the offering table in front of the Holy Emperor of Lingfu Qiuyi Dian River, the spiritual positions of the ancestors of the ancestors who entered the small fishing village were neatly placed, divided into three cases and stood in front of the stone carving of the Holy Emperor of Lingfu Qiuyi Dian River, all of which were mahogany gold characters.

The cold spirit position seemed to have eyes, and in the tranquility of the night, silently watching Mu Qingming and Mo Han.

There is also the energy of the Dao Spirit Body, which emanates from these tablets. It's just that it may be a long-term relationship, and the energy of these spirits has faded a lot, and it is not as rich as it used to be.

"Wood, it doesn't seem that some divine drum is protecting this village, it seems that there is some kind of magic in the tablet." Mo Han, who was staring at the spirit position, pondered for a long time, and then said to Mu Qing secretly with his mind: "I feel the power of the spirit body. If the Divine Drum is here, these forces are supposed to protect the Divine Drum If we want to take away the drum, it will take a lot of effort. ”。

After that, Mo Han looked around here in Mu Qingming's nod. Soon, she found that the hand raised by the Spirit Fu Hatred Ascendant Dian River Holy Emperor was raised above his head, and it was clenched into a fist. But there was nothing in his hands.

For a while, Mo Han's curiosity rose, and he didn't know what this stone statue of the Holy Emperor of the Dian River was originally holding in his hand?

At the same time, Mu Qingming also took a step forward, his eyes shuttling back and forth between the three rows of spirit cards. Soon, he saw the middle of the last tablet, and behind the largest tablet was a red mahogany handle carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Is what Mu Qingming saw a rattle made of a hundred fantasy pictures? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

[The spirit of the small theater of the dragon people is the holy emperor of the Yunnan River - the belief god of the ethnic minorities in the southwest, according to the record of the "History of Nanzhao Ye", the sixth king of Nanzhao Yimu is looking for the god of the mountain, which is generally believed to be related to the worship of the landlord. Hu Weiben's "History of Nanzhaoye" volume "Damengguo" said: "The twelve sages are named the twelve mountain gods." "The Holy Emperor of the Dian River is one of them. 】