[This ball is the core of recording sound, and the urn is just the medium through which sound is transmitted, just like tape and cassette player.] 】

Chen Jian turned around and wanted to go out, but he still stopped.

What can he do when he goes out now? No matter what, it is impossible for him to enter here again, and going out will be a failure, so he can only hope that Cai Gongzhi will delay more time.

Chen Jian gritted his teeth and continued to listen to the phonograph urn, but the dust could not shake his determination.

The sixth soon began -

Bian Li: "Head, Jiang Luyi will go south to inspect, and he will arrive in Wudang in a few days, and we won't be able to hide it for long." ”

Unfamiliar voice - but Chen Jian guessed that this person was Ye Liancheng, the former head of Wudang: "I understand...... But what should we do? Ninety-four warriors and eighty-six people above the rank of knight died overnight, and His Majesty will definitely be held accountable for such a tragic injury. ”

Bian Li: "Indeed...... There are too many people. ”

Silent.

Bian Li: "Maybe we can go to the Hundred Bitter Sect immediately." ”

Ye Liancheng: "Hundred Bitter Sects?" could you say...... Do you want them to 'die in the crusade against the Hundred Bitter Cult'?"

Bian Li: "That's right, there's only one way to do it now." ”

Ye Liancheng: "Indeed. Let me think about it. ”

Bian Li: "This matter will be decided as soon as possible." ”

......

Chen Jian and others have already deduced these contents. However, it can be heard from this that in the face of the tricky situation, Ye Liancheng didn't realize that Bian Li was leading him into the abyss step by step. He is not a scheming person, and this impression is quite important, and he has the interest to distinguish between "right and wrong".

Chen Jian immediately replaced a gramophone urn, and the movement above his head became much smaller, I don't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

The seventh conversation –

Bian Li: "Rose, this is the 'Lost Wisdom' of the Hundred Bitter Sect, tomorrow afternoon I will send someone to provoke the eldest son faction and the subversive faction, when you sow the Lost Wisdom Scatter on a high place, they will add fists and kicks." ”

Rose: "Heights?"

Bian Li: "There is a corner of the open space above the martial arts field, and to enter it, you need to walk through a narrow gap, and the gap is blocked by vines. I've cleaned up the rubble for you, so you can just go in and don't be discovered. ”

Rose: "Don't worry, master. But what does this 'loss of wisdom' do?"

Bian Li: "You can't think of its use when you hear its name?" Paused for a moment, "By the way, let Zhang Shenghan stretch his muscles and bones, and it won't be long before it's time for him to show his skills." ”

Rose: "Understood. ”

......

The open space above the martial arts field should be Shen Yile's secret base. The ceramic fragments found in the weeds earlier are likely to be used to hold small bottles for "Lost Wisdom".

Chen Jian listened to the conversation three years ago, and thought that he had touched the physical evidence left three years ago not long ago, and suddenly felt that time and space were out of order, and he seemed to be ethereal in the long river of time, uncertain and uncertain.

Bian Li trusted Rose quite a lot, but unfortunately he didn't know that Rose was actually Zhang Shenghan's person, which also doomed him to ultimate failure.

Chen Jian sighed and moved the other gramophone urns in front of him.

The eighth conversation –

Bian Li: "This is the mental method of the Hundred Bitter Sect "Hair Like Snow", if you follow the above cultivation, you will be able to achieve it in less than half a year." ”

Woman's voice: "...... Is this a relic of my father? ”

Bian Li: "That's right, with this thing, you can avenge Ye Liancheng for killing your father." ”

Woman: "Thank you seniors for your advice! If the seniors have any requirements, the little girl will not hesitate even if she goes to the soup. ”

Bian Li smiled: "I am close friends with Ling Zun, but I can't avenge him because of my lack of ability, so I stole "Hair Like Snow" and gave it to you." However, I have to warn you that this method is an evil method, and you need to drink blood to perform it. ”

Woman: "Drink blood, can the blood of domestic animals be useful?"

Bian Li: "Beasts don't have zeal, even if they drink hundreds or thousands, it's a drop in the bucket." ”

Woman: "The senior's meaning ......"

Bian Li: "Human blood, the blood of warriors can work." If you want to avenge your father, you have to go on this road of blood, are you willing? If not, I will take back "Hair Like Snow" and give it to other people with lofty ideals, not his daughter!"

Woman: "I—I do!"

......

This seems to be the conversation that Bian Li bewitched Wen Qingyun to become a thousand-handed poisonous woman, and he obviously deceived Wen Qingyun. Wen Qingyun didn't drink blood in the East China Sea for so long, but he still used "Hair Like Snow", Bian Li just said this specially, so that Wen Qingyun could kill and cause a sensation in martial arts, paving the way for various plans in the future.

But it's still that question: Bian Li knew about the phonophone, how was this conversation recorded?

The movement above his head became louder again, and Chen Jian couldn't sit still. He hurriedly opened two gramophone urns at the same time, one of which was completely unfamiliar, and seemed to be something being discussed within the subversives—

"What should I do? Have you listened to those gramophone urns, Tu Youran has already made that kind of thing, the gramophone urns are hidden in all corners, and our conversations have been recorded!"

"Tu Youran is a hermit faction, he has nothing to do to do something harmful, and he was even used by the prince's faction. ”

"Stop complaining, let's think about what to do. If these phonograph urns are sent to the imperial court, we will all have to be killed, and the king of Shenyue will not be able to escape. ”

"We must find a way to get rid of Tu Youran, we must first curb the source, and we can't let him continue to build it. ”

"-It's not good!" The sound of banging on the door and the endless stream of footsteps, and many people poured into the room at the same time, "The people of the prince's faction have already set off to send the gramophone urn to Beijing!"

"Dharma protector, what should I do?!"

“...... Come with me, kill people and goods, and never let these things leave Wudang. ”

......

The other gramophone urn is playing a conversation of the hermit sect -

At the beginning, it was a familiar sound.

Bian Li: "Who killed Feng Protector and hasn't found the murderer yet?"

"Not yet-Bian Protector, the killer knows everything about Wudang, and it must be done internally. ”

"Did the WTO accession faction do it?"

"Why did they kill Protector Feng?"

Bian Li: "Don't say what you have, finding the murderer is the top priority." Why didn't you come today?"

"Karaoyu...... He said that the murderer had escaped from Wudang Mountain, and he wanted to avenge his master, so he secretly went down the mountain. ”

Bian Li: "What a fool! The murderer is in the mountain, and he can't even figure out this thing? How could Feng Yiluo teach such an ignorant disciple! Forget it, leave him alone and find the real murderer as soon as possible!"

"Yes. ”

......

Hearing Bian Li's search for the real culprit with such emotion, Chen Jian was a little confused.

Isn't he the real murderer of Feng Yiluo? Or are these words a show for others? If that's the case, Ross can learn a lot from Bian Li.

Chen Jian has become very proficient at summarizing messy information. From this passage, it sounds like the gramophone urn was invented three years ago by a hermit named Tu Youran. Now the dialogue recorded by the gramophone urn that Chen Jian heard was close to that time.

You'll be done in no time!

Chen Jian's brain relaxed slightly, but he didn't even have the energy to stretch his waist, so he hurried up and immediately opened the other two phonograph urns.

The more you go to the back, the more the gramophone urn seems to be used more and more, many inconsequential conversations, and even the love between parents and men and women are recorded, and Chen Jian can already listen to three gramophone urns at the same time.

I don't know how long it has been, and useless junk information fills my brain.

He listened to all the gramophone urns, and the last gramophone urn, which was also the original gramophone urn-

"You can record whatever you say, you try!"

This is an old man's pleasant proposal, and this person is probably Tu Youran.

......

At this point, the whole picture of the incident three years ago has been slowly spread out in Chen Jian's mind, although there are still some details that cannot be verified, but these are enough, and the next thing is to leave with these nine phonograph urns that can be used as physical evidence.

But you can't bring out so much at once.

He glanced at the gramophone urn and remembered that he had just been about to inspect the inside of the gramophone urn, only to be interrupted by a vibration. So, he casually took a gramophone urn with no use value and lifted the lid.

Inside was an indefinitely shaped ball, with a gray aura lingering in a clump that seemed to disappear with a strong blow.

Chen Jian carefully put his hands into the bronze urn, and his palm quickly touched the ball, and a cool feeling came from his palm. It was a touch he had never experienced before, and he couldn't even find a metaphor that was just right.

He slowly lifted the ball up like a jewel, and when it was removed from the gramophone urn, it remained intact.

Put it back in, and the sound of conversation can still come out of the urn.

This ball is the core of the recording of sound, and the urn is just the medium through which the sound is transmitted, just like the tape and the cassette player.

And Bian Li probably didn't know this. He was only wary of the bronze urn, but countless words were recorded by the orb that could easily hide.

Chen Jian then put two unimportant balls into the same bronze urn, and when the bronze urn was activated, two sounds could be released at the same time, which meant that even if the balls were mixed, there would be no problem.

After confirming this, Chen Jian immediately put the ball that recorded the nine dialogues into the same bronze urn, turned around and walked towards the revolving door. He expertly pasted the stone door.

The door rotated slowly, and the sound of the ground entering the tunnel became clearer.