This fan was originally buried deep in the soil, but I don't know if it was because of the rain or the wind, the pendant on the tail of the fan revealed a horn outside the ground, the pendant was of mutton fat jade, flashing with the same light as the mutton fat jade on my chest, which happened to be seen by me.

When I pulled the fan out of the buried earth, even Li Guanyi was surprised.

This fan is antique, and I don't know when it was buried in the ground, the fan surface is not damaged, and the fan bone is made of bamboo, and there are dots on it.

Artuge said in surprise: "This is, how could a fan made of ancient Xiangfei bamboo end up here?" ”

Li Guanyi asked: "Xiangfei bamboo? What is Xiangfei bamboo? ”

Atugege explained: "Xiangfei bamboo, in the ancient Yaoshun period, there were nine evil dragons living in nine caves on Jiuwei Mountain, and they often came to the Xiangjiang River to play in the water, so that the flood surged, the crops were washed away, the houses were washed away, and the common people complained bitterly and complained. Emperor Shun cared about the suffering of the people, so he went to the south alone to punish the evil dragon, and finally died of exhaustion in Sanfeng Stone.

Emperor Shun's two concubines, Empress Nuying, that is, Emperor Yao's two daughters, worried about their husbands, went to the south to find their husbands, and wept bitterly after seeing Emperor Shun's tomb in Sanfeng Stone until their blood and tears dried up and died.

The tears of Empress E and Nuying were sprinkled on the bamboo mountain of Jiuzhi Mountain, and there were a little tear spots on the bamboo poles, some purple, some snow-white, and some blood-red, which was "Xiangfei Bamboo".

Some of the bamboo images are printed with fingerprints, and legend has it that the second concubine wiped her tears on the bamboo; Some of the bright red blood spots on the bamboos were dyed with blood and tears from the eyes of the two concubines.

The fan bone of this fan is full of red spots, obviously specially taken from the red spot Xiangfei bamboo, the whole fan is dark red, and the fan is about one foot two inches long, although the number of Xiangfei bamboo is huge, but it is extremely difficult to find one foot two inches are red spots of Xiangfei bamboo.

The preciousness of this fan lies in this, in addition, the fan surface of this fan is like brocade but not brocade, if the paper is not paper, even if it is placed in the ground, it will not rot all year round, even I don't know what material it is made of, which adds to the preciousness of this fan.

Although there are no inscriptions, pen and ink calligraphy and painting on this fan, it also shows that this fan is an antiquity, because the early fans did not have these pendants, and the inscriptions or calligraphy and paintings on the fans were all appeared by the later literati in order to appear elegant and easy to carry.

And this fan has never been decorated, obviously because it is extremely valuable, and later generations dare not inscribe it with awe, for fear of staining this thing.

The great poet Du Mu has a poem called the silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, the light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies, the night of the heavenly steps is as cool as water, sitting and watching the morning glory Vega.

The fan is a very meaningful thing, and the thing that has an intentional meaning must not be dirty indiscriminately.

Look at this pendant again, it is simple and round, suddenly natural, and it is not carved and modified, it must be ancient jade, and it is not the kind that is dug out of the dead man's grave from the inverted bucket.

In all respects, this fan must be an ancient fan. ”

Li Guanyi put his arm on Artugege's shoulder like a hooligan, and said solemnly: "Okay, wife, you know a lot!" ”

I don't know why, Atugege, who was still with the atmosphere of a literati when he just talked about this fan, turned into a naughty little girl at this time, and said with a smile: "That's it, the concubine is a big Qing Gege, well-read and knowledgeable, all-round in civil and military affairs, I will have more!" ”

I rolled my eyes and coughed, "There's a big light bulb here, you two pay attention to the image." ”

Artugege's face flushed, and then he said seriously: "Most of the antiquities in this world are psychic, you can use your inspiration to try to communicate with this fan and see if there will be any discoveries." ”

Indeed, as she said, this fan can appear here, and it is also a magic weapon, a spiritual thing, just like my dark sword and mutton fat jade.

I silently held the fan and felt the fan with my heart, but at the moment when my powerful inspiration enveloped the fan, I felt a powerful repulsive force explode out, directly hitting my inspiration, and then my brain hurt.

Fortunately, the pain did not make me unconscious, but made me more awake.

"That's amazing!"

Sweating profusely, I took a step back and looked at the fan in surprise, but I still couldn't see anything.

Li Guanyi and Artugeg were also taken aback.

"Are you alright?"

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand to support me and asked.

I shook my head: "It's okay, in this fan, there is such a strong breath, I can't control it, it naturally expels me." ”

Artuge thought for a moment and said, "I don't know if you have noticed, the other magic weapons we picked up seem to have lost their spirituality, but this fan always has a layer of streamer lingering. ”

As soon as she prompted this, I immediately reacted, Li Guanyi immediately turned out the magic weapons in the satchel, and compared with what I turned out, indeed, those magic weapons have no spirituality on it, they look dim, plain as water, and then look at my little golden knife to ward off evil spirits, after so many years of warm cultivation, it seems to also have spirituality, and the streamer lingers on it, although it is not as thick as the feeling brought by the fan, it is also quite beautiful.

It's like the difference between antiques and modern imitations, and spiritual things always feel so good.

Although spiritual things are rare, but this is the seventh district, there are many strange people here, and we have picked up so many magic weapons, there is no one with spirituality, right?

Then there is only one possibility, that is, the blood-colored shroud sucked up the spirituality on these magic weapons, just like sucking Han Pengju's tiger soul!

"In other words, this fan is the only one that has not been sucked away by the blood shroud!"

I looked at the fan, and my eyes lit up: "Perhaps, we already have the magic weapon to suppress that bloody shroud!" So that we are not afraid to encounter it again. ”

Of course, this is only a hypothesis, because I don't know how to use it yet, just to fan the wind? That's too vulgar.

Well, put the fan away, and the three of us continued on our way.

We walked forward like this, time gradually passed, I looked up at the sky, according to our speed, it should have been early in the morning, but this day, why is it still foggy?

I realized another problem, that is, this valley of blood corpses seems to see the light of day all day.

This discovery made my heart a little heavier, I remembered that the Falling Flower Village that day had always been foggy, it was caused by the convergence of resentment, and in the Blood Corpse Valley at this time, it should also be this kind of resentment, but it was far more violent than the Falling Flower Village that day!

Because of Luohua Village at that time, I could still feel the resentment, and in the Blood Corpse Valley at this time, the resentment actually overshadowed my senses!