Be cheeky and ask for some recommendation tickets and monthly tickets with all the officials, and cheer for "Rising Coffin"!

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Nonsense, of course I'm willing, Illusory City is the place I must go, not to fulfill Professor Xue's wish, just for Gu Yi alone.

"Go on, Xiao Hui." I looked up at Xiao Hui and nodded seriously.

Xiao Hui cleared his hoarse throat and said solemnly: "First of all, on behalf of the teacher and myself, I apologize to Brother Cui, although it is a little late, but I am sincere, because we were not familiar at that time, it was purely a teammate relationship, and now I only saw the teacher, I suddenly remembered this, in fact, the teacher hid one thing from Brother Cui." ”

"It's okay, since I said a write-off, even if it's a common hatred, I will forgive, you go on." I waved my hand at Xiao Hui casually, Xiao Hui's face immediately became much easier, and his hoarse voice seemed to be a little softer.

It happened in a mountain village called Longhualing

There is a woman named Jinhua, when she gave birth, she gave birth to a boy * baby, which was a great joy, just because the child was born to kick over the midwife's big flower porcelain bowl, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered.

You know, in those particularly superstitious times, this was an extremely serious matter.

"This child was wronged too much in his previous life, and his life in the next life will be hard, either Ke Dad or Ke Niang, the Xue family will suffer some sins in the future."

"Yes, this child must be fierce when he grows up, and the neighbors will definitely be uneasy."

……

In short, this matter was quickly spread, and for a while, it became a hot topic of discussion among people on the streets.

One night a month later, when the clouds covered the moon, Jinhua wore a turban and carried an old basket, and walked to a cemetery with a panicked expression, stopping from time to time to look back along the way.

Jinhua came to the cemetery, saw that there was no one around, and hurriedly put the old basket on the side of a tombstone, took out a piece of paper kraft paper from his arms, pressed it on the bottom of the basket, and then knelt down and chattered: "Please bless my son to survive this catastrophe, not my Jinhua is ruthless, let alone a big rebellion, in fact, I was forced to make this decision, and only in this way can my son have a chance to live." ”

Before leaving, Jinhua cried and looked back countless times, turning back in three steps, and stopping in five steps, especially the child's chubby little hands, which have been lingering in Jinhua's mind, making her heart like a knife, saying that the child is the flesh of her mother's heart, but she cut off her own flesh with her own hands.

Worried about being discovered, Jinhua endured the pain and ran towards the entrance of the village.

Two days later, in the night, the old man of the forest guard Lao Zhao came back from work, just passing by this cemetery, heard the weak cry of the child, so he found the child and hugged him, and ran all the way back to the shack he built in the forest, the child was already hungry and couldn't even hear the scream, Lao Zhao hurriedly deducted a little rice residue from his pot, crushed it in the water with his hands, and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

Lao Zhao's life is not called a day at all, one meal a day, a pot of rice paste for a month, he has eaten the last meal and looks forward to the next meal, the poor jingle sounds, how dare he pull a child.

But no matter how young the child is, it is a life, Lao Zhao is poor but sincere, holding the child in a hurry to get on the fire did not fall, and finally had an idea, so he walked to the entrance of the village overnight with the child.

It may be that this child's life should not be extinguished, or maybe his life is indeed hard enough, it just so happened that during this time, an archaeological team was stationed at the entrance of the village, and Lao Zhao went to this.

Lao Zhao sneaked close to the tent of the archaeological team, put the child on the side of the tent door like a thief, turned around and did not forget to stuff a piece of brown paper into the child's clothes, and then ran away from home in one breath.

Time flies

Twenty years later, the once chubby outcast has now become a dignified young man, the young man clutches a piece of brown paper tightly in his hand, and returns thousands of miles back to Longhualing to find his parents, but the news he gets makes him feel like he has been struck by lightning.

It turned out that Jinhua had passed away more than ten years ago, and she didn't eat or drink, she was bent on death, and finally starved to death. And his father, Xue Manzi, was almost out of breath after being carried back by a group of people, and he died not long after.

"Your mother has turned into white bones, your father is a mouse, the one who died miserably."

"Everyone sees, this is the evil seed, don't say it, and the face is back, the world will report it......"

The young man remembered the roll of his eyes and his vicious voice as he turned his head.

In the early spring, the young man entered the Zhejiang area with the archaeological team, worked during the day, and went out at night to inquire about Xue Manzi's whereabouts.

Fortunately, Xue Manzi was famous, and finally someone in the know secretly told him some things about Xue Manzi, but after that time, all the dozen or so members of the archaeological team were buried in the ground, leaving him alone to crawl out of the soil half-dead.

Later, the young man traveled almost all over China, and his hard work paid off, and he found some of his father's accomplices in many ways, and told him about Xue Manzi's bloody experience and his deathbed wishes.

It turned out that Xue Manzi was beaten half to death, and he was lucky to pick up a breath, but in the end he still failed to come back to life and kicked his legs away.

In the following days, the young man began to study like crazy, and with his studious and intelligent, he gradually became famous, and then he was hired by a school to become a teacher for archaeological research.

Until today, the original sturdy young man has gray hair, but he has never forgotten his father, and in order to fulfill his father's deathbed wish, he made this trip to Chales.

Xiao Hui said a lot of things, and the three of us listened to it with fascination, and even Gu Yi finally wiped the corners of his eyes and listened.

Actually, I have long guessed that this child is Professor Xue, but after listening to Xiao Hui's story completely, it is another state of mind, that is Professor Xue's life, living for his father's wishes, just by this I can feel the persistence and energy in Professor Xue's heart, but I don't know whether to say that he is filial piety, or stupid.

"Xue Manzi's wish is connected to the Mayi Divine Mountain?" I couldn't figure it out, it seemed that these were two things that were not related, but when they appeared in a story, they were obviously inextricably linked, and I had to look at Xiao Hui with big questions.

"Because the illusory city is too illusory, no one knows where it is at all, and the only clue is that Chack's sister Chama married a puppet king of Fanguo, and Chama single-handedly covers the sky and monopolizes the power of the court. According to the wild history, Chuck once gave his sister a mirror as a congratulatory gift. The other one was kept in his hand, and the key was that each of the two mirrors was engraved with a complete map, which was the topographical map of the Underground Palace of Charles and the Illusory City. This secret was also discovered by Chuck and Tzama when they secretly exchanged mirrors. Of course, some of these materials are true, and some of them are deduced by the teacher, as for the truth and falsehood, I can only hehe. ”

Xiao Hui said this, in fact, there is no need to talk about it, everything is already very clear, it turns out that everything revolves around the copper mirror, I was surprised to know this, if it wasn't for Xiao Hui to say it himself, I thought that those bronze mirrors would only have a role if they were all collected together.

According to this, not many people are coveting this bronze mirror, especially the one in Chuck's hand, it seems that we are lucky.

But I'm still a little worried that the two mirrors have been secretly copied.

After listening to Professor Xue's story, then this piece of paper is no longer a secret, so I said to Xiao Hui, "Can I open the kraft paper and take a look?" ”

"Whatever you want, it was given to you by the teacher, Brother Cui can look at it however he likes." Xiao Hui chuckled.

"Okay." I slowly unfolded the kraft paper in my hand halfway.

"Longevity, this is the name your mother gave you, I hope you live a long and healthy life, poor child, since the moment you fell to the ground, I haven't seen your father, and now my mother tells you that your father Xue Manzi, although he is a mouse, everyone hates him, but in my mother's heart, he is a good person.

My son has a long life, and if you can live, you must not follow the path that your father walked, it is a dead end. "A few lines of crooked lines were slanted on the vellum, and the ink had faded, but I could still read it in one breath.

I unfolded the other half of the vellum paper again, and on the back was a topographic map, which was already very blurry and looked very complicated, and the corner of the map pierced a dense pile of fine eyes with the tip of a needle, and when I looked closely, it turned out to be the three words of Unreal City written upside down.

Xiao Hui slowly removed his fingers from the pile of eyes, squinted at me and said, "Didn't let you down, did you?" My eldest brother Cui, this is a eunuch who quietly wrote it down by impressions, and was later sold to a merchant at a high price, and it was returned to the teacher's hand to redraw the manuscript after several turnovers. ”

"How many more? Can that still be a secret? "I almost shouted, I thought that I was one of the few people who knew about the Unreal City, but I felt lost when I looked at the map, it is estimated that the rubbings of this topographic map are already flying all over the sky, can the so-called Unreal City still be illusory?

"Look at what scares you, this topographic map teacher has investigated, and he can only enter the very edge of the illusory city, and the real key place is still on the bronze mirror, maybe the eunuch was too anxious at the time, or maybe he was stupid, and he didn't remember it completely."

"It may be too complicated for him to remember." I added.

At this time, the topographic map had been passed in Gu Yi's hands, and Gu Yi was looking at the map very carefully, and while bending back and forth from time to time.

"Gu Yi, light your hand, take your idle." I whispered to Gu Yi, worried that it would turn into waste paper in her hand, so I was about to get it back.

But I heard Gu Yi say in a low voice: "What does a round of solar energy on the coffin mean?" Is it the way to open the coffin? Or is it the Totem of the Charlesians to the Sun? ”