It was very windy by the river and there were no other people around. The whirring wind blows on his face, looking at the mother river in front of him, he has a different taste in his heart. Growing up drinking water from the Yellow River, this is the first time I feel that the Mother River is so kind.

I paced on the shore on the weeds, admiring the scenery.

"Anyway, it looks like we're really going to cross the river." The Seventh Master looked at it for a few minutes and almost determined a general direction.

Liang Ruoyi responded: "Be prepared, I've seen it a long time ago, there is a pontoon bridge a few kilometers to the south, and it should be open this season." ”

The Budai monk recited a Buddha name, and regardless of others, he took a step and walked along the river first.

Mazi shrugged at me, not knowing what the old monk was thinking. I really like to walk here, and I happily followed, and the strong man in the bag in front of me had just come out to pee, and now he was poking his little head out and looking ahead with great curiosity.

Sure enough, half an hour later, we saw an improvised pontoon bridge. There is a small town nearby, and there are many vehicles coming and going during the fishing season, and the pontoon bridge is being opened.

Our group crossed the river smoothly and continued to walk along the road in the northwest direction in the direction pointed out by Liang Ruoyi and Qiye. An hour later, the road disappeared and beneath the feet turned into a path.

By eleven o'clock in the afternoon, there was no road under our feet, and there were barren grasses everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of seawater.

"Damn, where have we been?" Mazi took out his small Nokia mobile phone and shook it: "Yes, the signal is gone, and the function of self-defense is left!" ”

I also took out my upgraded Nokia, opened the map, and found that I was now standing near Hekou District, Dongying City, although I didn't know much about this land, but I had also learned geographically, before the Yellow River was diverted to Shandong, this land still didn't seem to exist.

"Cao Mengde has been the prime minister of Jinan, and when he recalled Jinan many years later, he still had some feelings for this place in Jinan." The Seventh Master stood on a beach and stomped his feet: "According to the information provided by Miss Liang, Cao Mengde should have buried Diao Chan on a cliff by the sea from Jinan City to the north at that time

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) on the ground. He also gave himself a name called 'Forgetful Cliff Beach'. This place was beautiful at that time, and he and Diao Chan had met here a few times, but now, it was like a great shift, and everything had changed. ”

I think of Cao Mengde's "Watching the Sea", Wudi Jieshi Mountain, which should not be far away. It seems that he still attaches great importance to the territory of Shandong.

"Seventh Master, after so many years, the Forgetful Cliff Beach of the year can't be found at all now!" Mazi frowned and said: "It's already on the seaside, and the difficulty of preservation is very high, plus the Yellow River has been diverted several times, this place is all a flood, how can we find it?" ”

"If Miss Liang and my information is reliable, it means two points, first, Hanjia is indeed buried in the cliff beach of forgetfulness." The seventh master analyzed: "Second, on this basis, someone has entered the Forgetful Cliff Beach and stole the Han Armor, which means that it is very likely that there is still a Han Armor left in the Forgetful Cliff Beach. Although it is only a legend about the Forgetful Cliff Beach, the legendary Forgetful Cliff Beach should not be affected by too much nature, so we still have a chance. ”

"Seventh Master, Diao Chan, the Cave of the Yin!" Mazi smiled wryly: "...... here"

"Don't worry!" The seventh master pointed at me: "There is Xiao Gu!" ”

No way! That's a bit too straightforward! Could it be that when you encounter an evil thing, you directly use me as a shield?! But think about it, that's really it, I don't know kung fu in the first place, but I'm here to be a shield...... Thinking of this, a deep sense of frustration suddenly hit me, and I reached out and stuffed the strong man's little head into my bag.

The old clam was already hungry, so he found a clean place to sit down: "Let's eat something first, if you are busy in the afternoon, you won't have time to replenish!" ”

As he spoke, the old clam took out a bunch of compressed biscuits and bread from his bag and distributed them to everyone. I took out a few packets of milk from my bag and handed them to everyone, but the cloth bag monk didn't take it, so I hurriedly changed a bottle of water and handed it over.

The strong man was also hungry, so I soaked some dog-food in water, and he ate it merrily.

"I did a rough math." The Seventh Master pointed to the map while nibbling on the ham sausage: "The measuring instrument that Xiao Liang gave me shows the changes in this land in the last thousand years

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page), plus the topographic map in my hand, I can basically find the approximate location of the original Forgetful Cliff Beach. ”

"It's already flooded, isn't it?" Asako asked.

"Hmm." The seventh master ate with relish: "It should be flooded." However, there may also be accidents, that area has not changed much, and the terrain is relatively high, so it is difficult to say whether it was flooded or not. ”

"Hurry up and eat, I guess I'll be busy in the afternoon!" The old clam said.

I took a few photos of the puppy and wanted to send them to Su Xiao, but I didn't have a signal for a long time, so I had to give up.

After a break of ten minutes, we got back on the road. This time, instead of going northwest, he turned a corner and began to walk due north.

Along the way, I remembered the Long March of the year, without kung fu, I boasted that my physical strength was still good, but compared with these masters, it was still too far behind, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, I was already holding a branch in my hands, panting with my mouth, and it was difficult to walk an inch.

The strong man fell asleep in my arms, and when he woke up, he lay at the mouth of his schoolbag and stuck out his tongue and looked at me, looking like he was underbeaten.

"It should be almost there!" The Seventh Master said to me, "Hold on a little longer." ”

I answered, but the cloth bag monk in front of me suddenly stopped, bowed down and touched the ground, and then pointed to a white thing on the ground and asked the seventh master: "Do you know what this is?" ”

The seventh master was stunned for a moment, walked over and bowed down to look: "This is?" ”

I followed the pockmarks around me, and saw a white slimy thing on the ground, which looked like a liquid, but it was estimated that it had been here for a while, and there was a lot of water loss.

"Asako, do you know what this is?" The Seventh Master didn't seem to know what it was.

Asako shook her head: "I don't know." There should be no beasts or anything like that in this place, and there are very few plants, so I guess it's not the excrement of anything. ”

I knew that these people didn't dare to explore this thing easily, so I bent down and touched it with my fingers, the tentacles were very slippery, and very sticky, I picked a small piece and put it under my nose and sniffed it, there was a faint fishy smell.

(End of chapter)