Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Star Whistle (Part II)

This time, the whistle lasted for more than ten seconds, unhurried, and without interruption, and it seemed that the lung capacity of the whistle-blowing person was not small, and I was out of breath if I was asked to blow for five or six seconds at most. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

We all looked at Uncle Li and wanted to wait for his instructions, but then the whistle sounded again, but after only a few seconds, it suddenly stopped, and it sounded as if something unexpected had caused it to stop.

Because the first two whistles were gradually getting weaker, but this time it stopped abruptly, and at the last moment, there was a trace of trilling, as if it had been suddenly interrupted by something.

I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and if we hadn't been able to tell if the other man was really in danger, it was almost certain that he had already met with a misfortune.

The seventh master stood beside Uncle Li, turned him with his elbow, and said softly: "Eh, Lao Li, this must be the other party's deception, don't be fooled, I have seen a lot of this kind of trick, as long as you hesitate a little, you will be exploited by the other party." As the saying goes, when the time comes, it's constant, but it's chaotic, don't blame Xiao Qi, I didn't remind you! ā€

Uncle Li pinched the little stubble on his chin while pondering, I didn't expect Uncle Li to be so indecisive on this kind of issue, if you want to save it, you can save it, if you don't want to save it, you go directly to the ancient tomb, why is it necessary to think about it for so long! Still, I hope in my heart it's better not to meddle around, after all, it's probably a trap.

After a long time, Uncle Li clapped his hands violently, quickly raised his head, his eyes were bright, and he said firmly: "Go to his grandmother's broken whistle, let's go find the ancient tomb!" ā€

After speaking, he turned around and led us to the mountain, acting very resolutely, while we followed him without speaking, and even the usual words of the seventh master did not make a sound, and the atmosphere was very delicate. Because looking at Uncle Li's expression, he knew that he needed to be quiet, and this was really not the time to disturb him, no matter what he said, he would inevitably be scolded.

The mountain in front of me is quite difficult to walk compared to the previous one, not to mention the steep mountain road, but also thorny, if you are not careful, you will draw a hole in your body.

The sound of the whistle just now is actually coming from the mountain, but because the valley is empty and the echo is lingering, we can't judge the specific location of the sound source, and we can only roughly infer that the other party should be in a well-ventilated area with good sound transmission, and there are not too many trees around it, but judging from the current environment, it is obviously not near us.

Due to the rugged mountain road, we moved forward cautiously step by step, not daring to be negligent, the speed was naturally not fast, the seventh master saw that Uncle Li's expression eased, so he began to nag again:

"There are clouds in the scriptures: those who are in the mountains are in danger, and they will be buried by law. That is to say, if the trend of the dragon vein is very dangerous, then there must be a good cave here, and the location of the tomb is where the dragons and branches gather. If you follow this traditional method of fixing the hole, it must not be a big problem to find an ordinary ancient tomb, but this day the female tomb is different. ā€

The Seventh Master paused for half a second, swallowed his saliva, and continued: "It is recorded on the Twelve Star Chart that it is necessary to stand on the top of the mountain on the clear night of the seventh day of the seventh month of July, facing the Celestia in the east, and travel to the place where the dragon vein stops, and can only be specifically judged according to the nearby terrain and feng shui. ā€

After listening to this, I immediately questioned: "What are you talking about?" The seventh day of July? Isn't that long over? ā€

"Don't worry, although it says so on paper, you don't want to think about who your seventh master is, it's the famous Wu Laoqi on the rivers and lakes! Inquire inquire, who doesn't know my name? ā€

I said in my heart that he can really blow, I haven't seen him much ability for so long, I really don't understand how he was appreciated by Uncle Li.

Seeing that I didn't believe it, the Seventh Master said again: "Think about it, the methods on the twelve star charts were only summarized by the ancients, and the level of knowledge at that time was so limited, I couldn't even figure out whether the earth was round or square!" To tell you the truth, I have studied this field specifically, and even if it is not on the seventh day of the seventh month, I can accurately calculate the specific dragon vein trend, and it is only a matter of easy to find the ancient tomb! ā€

We looked at him suspiciously, noncommittal, but we could tell from his firm tone that he was still very confident.

After all, among all of them, only the Seventh Master knows a little bit of knowledge in this area, and all the hopes have been pinned on him, if even he can't find the location of the ancient tomb, then he can only return in vain.

We chatted as we walked, but most of the time the seventh master was boasting about his glorious deeds, and we were not very good at interrupting him, only the black hook was full of disdain, and said in disgust: "The hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, you almost moved out the experience in the mother's womb!" ā€

The seventh master was obviously still thinking about the previous festival, deliberately ignoring him, and continued to talk to us as if nothing happened.

Before we knew it, it was getting dark, and after a day of tossing, we were also tired, so we found an open space to sit down and rest.

The seventh master was tired and his mouth was not tired, he looked around, and said to us mysteriously: "This place is a bit evil, unspeakably weird!" ā€

Lao Hai leaned against the tree, lit a cigarette, and said with his half-bare shoulders half-bare: "Don't you know how to calculate, calculate what is the problem." ā€

When the seventh master heard this, his face showed displeasure, and he grinned: "I'm not a god operator, I just know a little bit about these feng shui sayings, don't expect me to do everything!" ā€

We all shook our heads helplessly, it seems that he is only half a bucket of water, and when he encounters a situation that he doesn't know, he can only forcibly find reasons for himself.

At this moment, the fawn seemed to have noticed something, suddenly jumped up from the ground, rushed to the side, picked up something and ran back.

I thought he had picked up some valuable treasure, but I saw him spread out his palm, and on it was a short wooden flute with a very peculiar shape, about the length of his thumb, one end was mushroom-shaped, and the other end was sharpened, and the root was polished out of a circle of grooves, and the groove was tied with a red silk rope, and the middle section of the wooden flute was neatly arranged with dozens of square holes, densely packed, and the overall look was a bit like a deformed cuttlefish fighting fish.

When I was wondering what this was, Uncle Li suddenly shouted: "This is the star picker!" ā€

We were all stunned all of a sudden, looking at that little thing, it felt a little incredible. Uncle Li snatched the whistle from the deer's hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and then blew it.

The blowing method of the star-picking whistle is somewhat unique, I saw him take half of the whistle in his mouth, the pointed end of the whistle pointed outward, one hand pressed one of the small holes, and he took a sharp breath and blew it.

The sound was crisp and ethereal, mixed with the echoes of the valley, exactly like what we had heard before!