The difficulty in communicating with the ancient sword is that it can't write or speak, so I didn't guess what it wanted to do after watching it tremble for a long time when I watched the tip of its sword pointing upwards.

I was helpless, and Gu Jian was helpless, so he used himself as a pointer and pointed me in the direction again.

Over the next two days, I found nine more swords in the city. Coupled with the previous ** silk sword, the ten swords have different styles, some with sheaths, some without sheaths, put together, they still look familiar......

It's especially like the ten swords that Hei Bahuang was on the river at that time, and the imperial envoy wanted to kill me......

After finding the ten swords, except for being carried by the man's corpse to sleep, He Zhuo Gu Jian only made one action the rest of the time, that is, the tip of the sword was facing the sky, constantly trembling.

It seems that it is still Sichun......

But it must understand that it is only a sword and cannot do anything......

So I ignored it and continued to study cuneiform, looking at the vast number of books I found in the city.

I forgot to mention, according to my judgment, the word "Emperor Wu" should be written above the city gate. The name of this city should be called "Emperor Wu City".

The man who looks exactly like me seems to be "Emperor Wu", after all, the big banner I brought in has the four characters "Pure Yang Martial Emperor" written on it.

Identity is not simple!

According to my knowledge, the first book in Chinese history should be Zhuangzi's "Wandering Away", but it seems that it is not. For example, the book "Drunken Wangxiang" in my hand is written about a teenager thousands of years ago, who was far away from his hometown to find a master who lived in seclusion to learn the sword, but as a result, the years went by, and he was full of regrets and wandered in the market.

As far as my ancient literacy is equivalent to the third grade of primary school, it seems that I still can't help but sigh and feel lost......

It is worth mentioning that in addition to the vivid plot and delicate description, the paper is also extremely thin and flexible, far better than modern paper.

It's amazing to see that humans have mastered the art of papermaking thousands of years ago. In addition, there is also the smelting technology of glass, gunpowder, and alloys.

It's just that I don't know why, in the next few thousand years, all these technologies disappeared.

In other words, I really can't read other kinds of books, and with my current mastery of cuneiform and my mind, I can only read them. Although I had collected a lot of books on medicine, planting, breeding, mathematics, deduction, etc...... Because there were so many obscure words and words, I didn't understand them all by reading them, and I abandoned them all in the desert.

In addition to studying, I also like to study some strange knick-knacks, such as the metal tripod I got from the man who looked like me.

With the help of a magnifying glass, I found that Xiaoding is more like a stove with a lid, with exquisite style and ingenuity, but I don't know what the ancients thought, why build such a small stove?

With this capacity, you can basically smoke a few ants......

In addition to the stove the size of a pigeon's egg, there are six things on the table of the drink shop, namely a jade medal, a wooden hairpin, a knife, a snowflake, and two beads.

Being able to put it on the table of the drink shop shows that there is something special about these six things.

Among them, the most peculiar are the knife and the snowflake, which are said at the end.

Let's talk about the jade brand first, the texture is transparent, the quality is perfect, and when it is on the market, it should be said to be priceless. But the strangest thing is that the feeling that this jade plaque brings to me is actually faintly revealing a trace of kindness. The stove the size of a pigeon's egg also has this kind of intimacy.

There is nothing special on the surface of the wooden hairpin, but it is always hot, even if it is soaked in cold water, it is hot when it is fished out, about seventy or eighty degrees. This was inserted in the fox woman's bun, and when she found that her hair bun was loose, she wanted to help her tidy it up, but she was burned by the handle of this hairpin.

Surprised, I plucked the wooden hairpin with two layers of clothes, saying that the foxy woman looks good with her hair scattered......

As for the two beads, one was jet-black and looked like an egg; One is golden and amazingly heavy, only the size of a grape, but it weighs hundreds of catties, and I don't know what it is for.

Then he said that the knife, which I had found from the poet's body, was about nine inches long with a sheath, and the blade was extremely thin. At first, I just used it as a knife to scrape the scales of a fish in the desert, but I didn't expect that just a little cut of the fish's body would cause the fish to lose signs of life in an instant.

I tried a few more times, and soon came to the conclusion that any creature cut by the knife would soon dissipate its consciousness, as if it had been wiped out of its soul.

Compared with the knife, what is even more bizarre is that the snowflake does not melt...... If you listen closely, you can faintly hear the voice of a little girl......

Moreover, the little girl inside seemed to know my existence, and tried to communicate with me several times, but she couldn't say a word, she seemed to be very weak, completely silent.

The little girl could hear what I said, but there was a generation gap in communication, and several times she asked me to help see if the people of the Fire Eaters had left, and I asked her what the Fire Eaters were, and she said that they were enemies of the Snow Clan.

I hadn't heard of the Fire Eaters and Snow Tribes, and I guessed that they might be tribal groups thousands of years ago, so I didn't ask much, but often comforted her, saying that it was now thousands of years later, and the Fire Eaters had long since perished.

She said no, she could feel the breath of the fire-eaters, and I tried to remove the hairpin that was always in the heat, but she still said that she could feel it. It wasn't until I took the golden bead that weighed 100 catties that she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said that she couldn't feel it anymore.

After saying that, she fell asleep, the second thing I've ever seen besides a female ghost that she could sleep.

There is a word in the dialect of the Northeast called sunning the face, which means similar to kicking the nose on the face, and the ancient sword is now becoming more and more sunny, not honestly raising its sword intent, always jumping and pestering me to let me take it to the city.

I was so entangled by it that I had no choice but to take it into the city.

It used itself as a guide, guiding me to the high platform. Then he raised the tip of his sword and pointed towards the dark sky.

Only then did I realize that I had misunderstood it, and it turned out that it was not estrus......

I looked up at the sky again, but it was still pitch black and I couldn't see anything.

Confused, I took out a flashlight and shone it towards the sky. Faintly, eerie clouds can be seen, swirling in the sky in a vortex.

It stands to reason that if there is wind, the clouds should be flowing; But there's no wind here, and the clouds should be still.

It's very strange that it spins like a whirlpool......

Intrigued, I took out another telescope and used the light of the flashlight to observe the clouds again.

Because of the lack of light, I can't see it very clearly, but I can still feel the immensity of the clouds above. And it rotates slowly, like a giant vortex that is about to swallow the whole world.

While I felt my own smallness and was strongly shocked, I began to take a deep interest in the whirlpool above.

I want to see the whirlpool......

I felt that the main thing to do this was to solve the problem of light source, so I took out a diesel generator with the most power, and climbed back to Linjiang along the hole dug when I came, and found a building lighting lamp with a power of up to 1,200 watts in a lighting supply store. I calculated that the continuous output of a diesel generator is 400 kilowatts, which means that it can drive 350 such lights.

With less than 20 lamps in stock, I searched for a few larger lighting stores in the city until I had enough lamps to last 400 kilowatts, and I collected a lot of cables and wires in the hardware store.

Then I collected hundreds of uncut mirrors, followed the pit into the city, and returned to the center of the platform.

Put on gloves, first lay mirrors on the ground, arrange cables, connect wires, and connect all lights to wires. Then, around the perimeter of all the lights, a wall about two meters high was erected with mirrors. This project is simple to say, but it actually took half a month.

It's just that, relative to the effort, the result is also absolutely shocking.

Compared with any scientific research institution, what I have created is absolutely unique and the most spectacular lighting in history.

Each searchlight is equivalent to a lamp bead, and the mirrors laid on the ground and the wall surrounded by mirrors become the shell of the lights.

Diesel generators make a loud roar, working hard to generate electricity.

With some trepidation, I hovered my hand over the closed switch, took a deep breath, and slowly pushed the switch open.

Thick beams of light shot up into the sky, illuminating a wide area of the sky as if it were day.

I lifted the monocular in my hand and looked towards the spot where the beam was illuminating.

There were no clouds in the sky, only swords flying, billions of swords, innumerable, like whirlpools, constantly circling in the sky.

I subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and what did my heart say? In the sky, how can there be so many swords?

The ancient sword of He Zhuang kept trembling around me, as if it was reminding of something......

I frowned and asked it in confusion, "Do you want to go up?" ”

It shook its head.

I thought about it again and said, "You want those swords to go up?" ”

It nodded.

I said, "How do I get them up?" ”

How many times did the ancient sword knock on the high platform with the hilt?

I guessed and asked, "Take them to the high platform?" Do you have a way? ”

He Zhuo Ancient Sword actually nodded.

I took out the ** silk sword in confusion and put it in front of He Zhuo Ancient Sword.

On the sword body of the ancient sword, a trace of blue light was transmitted, which went straight into the sword body of the ** silk sword.

Immediately, the ** silk sword was like a life, soaring into the sky, and flew straight into the sky.

I was secretly amazed when I held the binoculars, and took out the other nine swords, and asked the He Zhuang Ancient Sword to send them into the air.

When all ten swords merged into the vortex made of swords, the vortex suddenly erupted with a white light that lit up the entire night sky. By the time the white light had dissipated, I noticed that the surrounding area was already covered with doors made of light white phantom light.

Countless gates, all over the city in sight.

Surprised, I came to a door and gave it a gentle push. The door opened, and behind it was the hallway of the university dormitory that I knew all too well.

I became more and more suspicious, and walked in, and then I saw the madman standing in the hallway with a bowl of instant noodles, staring at me in the same confusion.

I said, "I'm grass!" Why are you here? ”

He said, "I grass! Aren't you dead? ”