The furnishings of the house are ordinary, and the furniture is all made of wood, and the silk texture looks simple and thick.

The host's family has a table of sumptuous food from time to time, which is the classic special dishes of the Miao family.

A little Miao boy named Nissan brought in a jar from outside the house and placed it on the dining table, Zhu Beichen's face turned pale with fright, thinking of the jars outside the house that raised Gu worms, and he suddenly got up and sat down in the other corner of the table, keeping his distance.

"Do you really think it's all Gu worms in here? Rest assured to drink it, this is the glutinous rice wine brewed by the Nissan family, and you can't kill it if you drink it. ”

This was the first time Han Qingxin smiled at him along the way, and when he opened the lid of the altar, the pure aroma of wine came to his nose.

"Not all Miao people know how to raise Gu, the Miao people who are proficient in this way are collectively called Gu Miao, but the Miao people in this town are not." Han Qingxin was happy to see him deflated, and teased him before, but he didn't expect him to take it seriously and talk about Gu discoloration. If the people of Yunnan unleash Gu poison at every turn, then this place will not be so stable.

He flipped the torn tarpaulin that had been used as the lid of the jar, all of which were covered with strange characters written in red ink, and Nissan innocently pushed the large bowl full of wine syrup in front of him.

"These are the above."

"These are the Gathering Stars." Zhu Beichen answered before Han Qingxin with certainty. The runes outlined with special pigments can gather the light of the stars at night through an unknown way of perception, and during the day, they can block the energy leakage from inside at intervals, and with the help of the brilliance of the stars, they are called 'Gathering Stars', or 'Gathering Stars'.

There are dozens of variations of this kind of rune, and different runes are written according to different uses, and the pigments used are naturally different. This overview is taken from the Yin and Yang chapter of the Yin Fu Sutra, and under Zhu Beichen's forcible memory for many days, he immediately recognized it after scanning the oil paper. However, the Yin Fu Sutra is obviously more comprehensive, and the materials used in the paper will make special requirements, rather than using oiled paper.

"I just want to say that this is a kind of rune that is very widely used by the Miao people in Yunnan, and it can be regarded as a part of the inheritance culture, and it is often used in winemaking and preserving alcohol, and no one knows the literal meaning for a long time, this is just a habit, I didn't expect you to recognize it."

"Is it because of the Yin Rune Sutra?" Han Qingxin was stunned at first, and quickly relieved when he thought about it, with the intelligence of the person in front of him, it was not surprising that he had memorized a Yin Fu Sutra.

Zhu Beichen nodded, which was considered a default, and lowered his head to taste the mellow liquor.

The thick liquor had a sweet taste, and he was a little addicted to it. A few bowls of rice wine went down to my stomach, and my brain was already groggy.

The cool breeze is blowing at night, and the ancient town is slightly cold at night. Shaking off the blanket on his body, the cold wind outside the window was fierce, and in sleep, Zhu Beichen subconsciously curled up into a ball. The effects of alcohol dissipate, and the temperature of the body surface is invaded by the cold air around it.

Dreams in the subconscious come one after another.

Towering piles of sand were piled up on the flat ground, and the soldiers stood quietly between the camps with their weapons in hand, surrounding the piles of sand. Standing dissecting seems to be some kind of ancient formation. Zhu Beichen noticed the seven dazzling and shining stars in the northern night sky, the faint light momentum was gradually changing, flickering and accumulating, and then began to bloom with starlight, becoming more and more crystalline. In the center of the formation, a thin old man held an ancient sword, dressed in a silk robe, and the sword was cold, it was a very sharp sword.

The old man's god form is withered, and his thin and thin body is holding on to the sword body, which is slightly difficult.

However, the eyes are particularly bright, and the face soaked in the years is still elegant, dusty, and elegant. The general in silver armor was still standing silently outside the formation, not far away.

The old man walked around the formation with strange steps. Zhu Beichen paid attention to the old man's footsteps, which seemed to fit a certain law, and felt inexplicably familiar, but he could never recall it.

An oil lamp was lit at the tip of each pile of sand, and the wind mixed with the sand and gravel on all sides of the unsheltered flat ground could not blow out these faint oil lamps.

He noticed this detail, seven oil lamps were arranged in the array, which matched the number of stars in the night sky, it was not a mathematical coincidence, and the layout implied the formation. Since Qiang memorized the Yin Fu Sutra, his understanding of the game has also laid a deep foundation.

Every time the old man wanders in a certain position in the formation, he corresponds to one of the oil lamps, and the posture of dancing in the wind is not chaotic, and the body shape and footwork are skillfully coordinated. Every time he came to the lamp, he pointed the tip of the sword at the night sky, and the sword pointed directly at the corresponding star in the seven stars, and at this time, the lamp suddenly became more and more dazzling.

It was like a ritual that lasted for hours.

The calm barracks was as quiet as a long-decayed cemetery, with only the slightest friction sound caused by the sword in the old man's hand tearing and hitting the space in the air, mixed with the sound of whirring wind. The seven lights are as bright as before.

The torches in the hands of the soldiers guarding the periphery of the area rippled, and the mutation protruded. Someone was storming the area, and a burly soldier guarding the outer part of the official cup stopped him. Zhu Beichen couldn't hear their conversation.

The general broke through the layers of soldiers and rushed towards the area where the formation was located, while the old man in the formation was still dancing with his sword and pointing at the stars in the night sky.

The commotion of the soldiers caught the attention of the silver-clad general guarding the large array, and he hurriedly stopped the general as he rushed in front of him. The general anxiously said something to the silver-clad general, and before the other party could react, he had already rushed towards the old man in the formation.

The violently galloping figure brought gusts of wind, and the fiercely washed air stirred the seven oil lamps, and the flickering fire swayed in the barracks at night, as if it would be extinguished in the next moment. Zhu Beichen stared at the general with a tight heart, and he faintly felt that if the lights went out, the consequences would be immeasurable.

Perhaps too anxious, the general finally rushed to the old man, put his hands on the old man's shirt, and before he could open his mouth to report the emergency military situation that might be an enemy attack, the old man stared at the general with an indifferent expression. There is infinite loneliness hidden under that cold face, and the space at this moment is extremely peaceful.

The general didn't notice that when he rushed into the formation not long ago, his panicked footsteps swept over the sand and kicked over the oil lamp on the sand pile alive.

At this time, the atmosphere was too solemn, and the general also realized it, and his lips squirmed to say something. The long sword in the old man's hand fell to the ground, shook his head helplessly, and opened and closed his lips and teeth. There was no sound around, but Zhu Beichen, who was in mid-air, understood the old man's words, the shape of his lips.

What he said was that if the destiny of heaven is like this, it cannot be forced.

The silver-clad general in the rear finally chased into the formation, roaring angrily and flipped the general to the ground, the sword at his waist was unsheathed, and the blade of the sword pointed straight away, and he was about to kill the general on the spot. The old man indifferently stopped this scene.

The plot ends here, and the pictures that appear in each scene in the subconscious are different, Zhu Beichen has experienced it himself, and he has been confused, but this time, he finally understood.

This time, it is a profound historical realism. The old man's name came to mind, or the silver-clad general, and the general, and he knew who they were.

The cold wooden bed made Zhu Beichen's bones hurt, and when he turned over, he found that the bedding had already been overturned by himself.

There is a well in the courtyard, and the water is pure and sweet.

He skillfully threw the wooden barrel at the wellhead into the well, filled half a bucket of well water neatly, and pulled the well rope to fish out the bucket. The cold well water baths the slightly heated face, and the clear well water inlet.

The temperature in the early hours of the morning was extremely low, the sky was still dark, and the stars were flickering in the sky.

"Can't sleep?"

A figure walked out of the inner room, the moonlight was projected on Han Qingxin's delicate face, and the light refracted in the pupils was unpredictable, and he was very worried.

"Are we going to leave tomorrow? Will you follow the Jiuqu River and walk the mountain stream path? ”

His question was very strange, and Han Qingxin had a thought in his heart, the young man in front of him was so thoughtful, and he didn't want to be so young as he appeared at his age. What the hell was going on in his heart?

The stars are extinguished, and the clouds and mist come from the Chen, and go away from the Yin position. He was stargazing, this night's dream gave him a lot of inspiration, looking up, the veins of the stars are like dots of lines, combined with the Yin Fu Sutra in memory, woven into a dense net, bright and extinguished, clouds and fog change, can measure the sky and the universe.

"yes, questions?" She didn't question it, he must have his own reasoning, she just wondered. "Tomorrow during the day, there will be a heavy fog in the mountains."

"I haven't heard of a Yin talisman who looks for the heavens." The Yin Fu is a very mysterious and low-key existence, and the rumors in the world only know the power of the Yin Fu Descendant, but I have never heard of the Yin Fu Descendant understand the celestial phenomena.

"The world of Yin Fu, you don't understand." He began to understand a little bit of the meaning of the Yin Fu Sutra being divided into two volumes.

In fact, the so-called yin and yang in the next volume are already the evolution of the stars and the stars of Zhou Tian and the deducing of all things in the truth of yin and yang in the world, while the first volume is a more advanced numerology of the days, as if he can foresee the fog in the mountains on the second day, but he can't predict the fate first, and he can't see through the essence of the fog.

Moreover, it is the last volume written in Jin Wen, and the text of the Jin Kingdom in history is not a series, but a bronze inscription from the more ancient Shang and Zhou dynasties, and there are really not many people in this world.

"The breath between your eyebrows is condensed, the Xuangong of the Dao Gate is flawed, pay attention to your body."

Zhu Beichen turned around and went back to the room in silence, he didn't believe that these words tonight came from his own mouth, he was not such a person before, there was always something in the dark that imperceptibly affected him, that dream that fits the historical facts, that ancient Yin Fu Sutra.

Han Qingxin looked indifferently at the same sky that Zhu Beichen had paid attention to before, he became unfamiliar, and his eyes became more and more resolute. In the last paragraph, he was concerned about himself.