When she said this, Huo Xiuxiu's eyes were looking at the stuffy oil bottle, and the stuffy oil bottle also turned her head at this time, obviously listening to her continue, this gaze was a kind of encouragement. But at this time, Huo Xiuxiu shrugged her shoulders and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She sighed and said, "It's very boring to be gone. ”

Jin Wantang is a man of culture, he has no courage or physical strength, he has only half a life left in the mountains, and it is impossible to force him to do anything further, so he can only stay in the camp on the ground, and the others start to search everywhere, and they will bring things back after the five forks in the mountains, most of them are small sayings; It was a silk book and bamboo slips for him to identify and classify. So he didn't know what the background of the tomb was, and he didn't dare to ask, so he could only deduce something from what he was allowed to identify.

What he can be sure of is that first, there seems to be not only one ancient tomb here, because the preservation of the batch of silk books and bamboo slips that he identified is very different, and the content inside is all-encompassing, there are letters, ancient books, and Juanshu letters, and many recipients have different names, he feels that there must be a huge group of ancient tombs here, and this group of people is digging a large area of ancient tombs.

Second, he was the only one in the whole team who was engaged in classification and identification, and all the stolen things were basically clerical and ancient books to him, and it seemed that their ultimate goal might be the ancient books in this ancient tomb group.

Thirdly, the number of people in the group was often reduced, and there were frequent fights in the camp, and there were frequent accidents in the camp.

The restoration and identification of ancient books was very time-consuming, and what he did not expect was that the sale that he thought could be completed in a month or two lasted for three years. For three years, he has been constantly separating those difficult ancient texts, speculating on the use of dynasties, trying to translate the meaning, the whole team seems to be under a huge pressure, there is almost no communication between each other, everyone is silent and desperate to do things, he is extremely anxious, his teeth began to fall, and his weight changed from 15o catties to 7o catties, if that day does not come, he may die in that place.

Until the Dragon Boat Festival in the third year, this huge oppressive and closed life was suddenly broken, and suddenly there were no ancient books to send to him, and he finally didn't have to squat in the tent every day to carry out those extremely boring work.

This sudden liberation made him uncomfortable at first, but after two days his anxiety began to ease slowly, and he had time to get out of the tent and wander around the camp, when he realized that he was in such a beautiful place.

They are in a mountainous area, a rare flat land, if it is near the village, this flat area here may be reclaimed into farmland, but now it is full of towering trees, indicating that they are far away from people, or the traffic here is very inconvenient, looking at the distant mountains, you can see the sky, there are huge four connected towering snow-capped mountains, clouds and mountains, the fog is holy and immaculate, before the snow-capped mountains lie across the verdant and luxuriant mountains, that kind of green is not the green of Longjing and Asakusa in the south of the Yangtze River, nor is it běi Jīng's gorgeous glazed green is as deep as green ink, and all the sè colors in the whole area show the extremely vigorous vitality of plants.

The air in the mountains was extremely fresh, and he suddenly had a feeling of being reborn, as if it was an epiphany, and his three years of yīn darkness were swept away.

After that, his body gradually recovered, he began to dare to take an interest in the things around him, he began to regain many of his normal sensory thoughts, and now there was no trace of excavation in all the places around him, and his speculation that the ancient tombs did not seem to exist, and even if they existed, they were not on this flat land. However, the surrounding mountains are very steep, and the chances of a large-scale tomb group appearing in this kind of tiger-like mountain are very small.

Because he had nothing to do, and because he was curious, one day he secretly followed a group of people into the mountain, and after climbing a mountainside, the mountain up suddenly became a large stretch of bare rock cliffs, and the part of the mountain above the mountainside seemed to have been split vertically with a knife, and all the arcs were split, leaving only an almost completely vertical uneven rock face, and a small waterfall stood in the stone crevices above the strange trees, and a small waterfall sloped down from the top of the cliff, hitting the giant trees below, and splashing everywhere.

This kind of cliff often appears on the riverside of the Yangtze River, and those famous cliff carvings are carved on this kind of cliff, and the cliff here is probably because it used to be the course of a certain big river, but now the big river has been diverted and dried up. Looking ahead, sure enough, the cliffs here stretch for at least a dozen kilometers, and you can't see the end at all.

On these cliffs, he saw countless ropes and cable devices, like the cliffs that are rich in bird's nests, crawling full of people, and at the same time, he also saw that many ropes were being dismantled, and it was clear that he had fulfilled his historical mission. He immediately understood where the so-called ancient tombs and those ancient books came from.

Shu people have many cultivators, especially in Sichuan, where various religions flourish, it is rumored that there are many immortal seekers here, sensing that when the heavens call a certain time, they will climb the cliff without any food, only with water, find a cave or a crack, climb in, cut off the rope, cut off their own back road, do the final cultivation in it, and starve to death in it if they are unsuccessful.

Many people use such a decisive means to express their determination to become immortals, especially some local legends of the immortal mountains are even more popular, most of these will bring some ancient books of Fangshi with them, generation after generation, these caves often accumulate a lot of dynasty bones, those ancient books are likely to be these people climbed to these cliffs, one hole after another, to find out.

Now that some ropes have been removed, it is clear that they have found what they are looking for. But it looks like they're not going to leave yet, so what are they going to do?

He looked at the part of the rope that had not been dismantled but had been reinforced, and felt that there was something to be said about this matter beyond the ancient books.

It's a pity that Jin Wantang can't continue to be curious when he arrives here, with his skills, he can't climb the cliff to see, and he doesn't have the courage to ask for specific details, and then he has a very comfortable time, that is, in this rì, he and some people who suddenly reacted at the time of reform and opening up, began to play his own little Jiujiu, he suddenly regretted very much those broken ancient books, why didn't he hide a few points privately, even if the quality is not good, it is priceless, here is the only one who has the eye to appreciate ancient books, and it is easy to hide one or two copies of the best.

He knew that offending Lao Jiumen would have serious consequences, but a comfortable life made his greed like a maggot attached to a bone, and he regretted it.

People are often like this, thinking in hindsight that it should have been like this at that time, and that it should have been like that, in fact, it really brought him back to that time, and he may still not have the guts.

However, God gave him a second chance this time, and on Children's Day of the third year, something happened first, and suddenly there was a commotion, and a large group of people came out of the mountains at noon, hurriedly carrying a dozen stretchers, and the people on it were covered in blood, and for a time the camp was in chaos.

Then, in the evening, a large volume of silk books almost soaked in blood was delivered to Jin Wantang. Three years later, he saw Mrs. Huo for the first time, and the rest of the nine doors were all solemn, and a group of people almost watched him start the final appraisal work.

He only glanced at that large volume and saw that it was the Lu Huang Silk Book of the Warring States Period.