Rouran Stone is worthy of being tempered from the essence of fire on the earth, just standing on it for a long time, you can feel a warm current from the heart of the feet to the torso, accommodating to the limbs, turning over the hundred veins, making people tired, restless, and even the troubles in the heart are much more open-minded.

The twelve characters that Meng Yiwei got seemed to be a mystery but not a mystery, although there were some inferences in his heart, he still hadn't thought through the past and the future. However, at this time, I felt the warmth of Xi Xi from under my feet, and thought of the "not serious" stone door on the way, so I smiled and was relieved.

There is also a circle of the heart of the Spiral Book Palace, but Meng Yiwei did not go in again, firstly, because he was in a dull mood and was not good at hunting, and secondly, the footprints on the ground stopped abruptly here, no longer moving forward, but turning backwards. The footprints of the return were even more indistinct, even Meng Yiwei had to bend down to observe them carefully to identify, it seemed that the thief had suppressed the injury, and his body was a little lighter, and this skill alone was really shocking.

What really interests Meng Yiwei is, how did this thief escape?

After all, the big treasure on the top of his head is a Jedi that suppresses evil spirits and destroys ghosts, even if he is a super strong martial artist who can break through the first grade, he is just a rat that can be killed with a single hand. Although Dazang has been cut off a few divine lines, this is like a finger being bitten through a bit of flesh, and it does not hinder the divine power at all.

But the thief was able to break into the hidden pavilion and find the Spiral Book Palace, it seems that Dazang must have the meaning of "connivance". Therefore, Meng Yiwei is no longer so worried about "losing the secret", because since Dazang intends to "leak the secret", then the secret is not a secret, or it used to be a secret, and now it is not a secret.

But after all, this rat was frightened by Dazang, so he would never enter the Hidden Pavilion again, and it was inferred from this that there must be a secret way to the outside world in the underground palace here!

Still following the footprints on the ground, Meng Yiwei walked out of the Spiral Book Palace in a circle. Turning right, I saw a bronze relief on the smooth stone wall in front of me, and the footprints disappeared here.

This is a Yangwen bronze engraving that covers a whole stone wall, and the eyes are full of messy lines, like messy artemisia grass, one by one from the bottom to the top. Through the dense dead branches and grass, a large river with still water flowing deep from west to east. There was a large area on the other side of the riverbank, and only the dancing flames licked the earth and baked the broken sunset in the upper right corner.

Meng Yiwei frowned, a scene that he had never seen before, but he seemed to have a familiar artistic conception.

Moving his eyes downward, a few lines of small words hidden in the lower right corner came into view, and he read silently:

"Artemisia grass on the shore of Surabaya, the master's legacy. Pu Jia was born and died, and only one reed remained. ”

Drop-off: Diving

I see, that's the big secret!

Meng Yiwei's grandfather's name is Qianzi Xueli, and his deceased father's name is Pu Jia, but Pu Jia is surnamed Wu and not Meng. It's just that my grandfather knows, my father knows, others don't know, but Meng Yiwei knows, and everyone thinks that Meng Yiwei doesn't know. Now Meng Yiwei "really" knows!

Since it is a secret but not a secret, Meng Yiwei did not spend much energy on it. Instead, he held down the copper engraving and gently pushed it flat, so the whole relief slid to the right along the smooth track on the ground that Meng Yiwei had noticed a long time ago, and the two holes in the exposed stone wall were impressively deep.

Meng Yiwei hesitated a little and walked to the hole on the right first.

The roof of the cave was more than a foot higher than that of a normal adult man, but Meng Yiwei had to bow his back slightly to avoid hitting his head. As soon as you enter the hole, the slope is not slow or urgent, it extends forward in a downward trend, and you look away, but the hole is as deep as a black abyss. Meng Yiwei had no choice but to light the candle again and walk slowly along the flat stone path that was obviously paved by hand.

The candle flame flickered, as if extinguished and never extinguished. As the depth of the descent increased, Meng Yiwei noticed that the water vapor around him was gradually flourishing, and when he reached the lowest place, there were three or two drops of water hanging on his sideburns, and the trend finally rose from a downward trend, which was also an unhurried slope. It can go up a dozen steps, that is, it comes to an abrupt end.

At this time, Meng Yiwei stood in front of a falling stone door, holding a faint candle flame, twisting the year-old moss that crawled all over the stone door, and pushed it hard, it was indeed a sinking stone, and finally admitted that this road was impassable, and was blocked by this stone door that did not know how long it had fallen.

When I turned around and returned, the candle had burned out, but fortunately I had already seen the way to come, and even if it was dark, I could walk smoothly. Meng Yiwei lifted the bamboo pole and hurried away, walking for half an hour when he came, and it took less than a moment to make the loop.

Go out of the right hole, and without stopping, enter the left hole. The left hole also goes down slowly, but the front and back direction is shifted to the left, which is the opposite of the right hole. Meng Yiwei secretly calculated that with the depth of the cave and the long road, the left hole had already gone in the opposite direction with the right hole. In the depths of the left cave, the water vapor is heavier, and the ground is not paved with stone slabs, but solid black soil underground, slippery and muddy, and even stagnant water has been stored in the low-lying places.

Although it was difficult to walk, Meng Yiwei, who was hurrying in the dark, did not walk slowly, because he felt that the airflow in the cave was obviously smooth, and the more he walked forward, the faster the airflow flowed, and after an hour, he could already hear the sound of the wind blowing his clothes. At this time, faintly, the bright hole was far ahead.

Meng Yiwei stepped up his pace again, his shoes and socks had long been soaked in mud and puddles, and his clothes were also full of water vapor, coldly sticking to his back.

Out of the hole, a red sun in the western sky, the messy reed poles against the fluttering reed flowers, hiding the waves of the big river in the depths of the wilderness, but the slightly fishy river wind made Meng Yiwei confirm where this is!

In ancient times, there was a big river out of Qi Mountain,

One bay and three winding into Liyuan.

Thousands of streams of melting snow waves are behind,

The confluence of Surabaya is ahead.

"It's here! No wonder the carvings on the bronze plate look familiar. It's really this ancient surging Surabaya beach!" Meng Yiwei clenched the bamboo pole slightly, the cold air was bubbling on his body, the red sun was still there, but the sunset was not warm.

In the evening, the sunset also hung on the horizon of the heart island. The lake breeze blew in from the open terrace, making Meng Xiaohua, who was lying on the bamboo chair snoring loudly, shiver. Picking at the of his eyes, he opened his eyes and saw that the female gentleman of the academy was still sitting on the bench in the distance, holding the tea that was obviously cold, and was closing her eyes to recuperate. The setting sun shone on the side of her face, and only the delicate silhouette of her eyebrows remained, but fortunately, she could still see the delicate tip of her nose wrinkled cutely. Looking down again, it is a graceful posture hidden in the shadows. Because Gongsun Xiaoke is sitting on a bench, the graceful lines under the wide robe can't be hidden.

Meng Xiaohua was peeping happily, and Gongsun Xiaoke's cold voice came, "Be careful that your little flower is inserted into your dog's eye." ”

Meng Xiaohua turned her head unwillingly, and heard the lady of the academy change her coquettish tone, "Is it really like this, otherwise I will come to Heart Island to accompany you!" Meng Xiaohua's heart was hot, but then she scolded with a straight face: "What are you kidding!"

Gongsun Xiaoke was noncommittal, but just said with a slight pleasure, "By the way, the secret of the Great Treasure Underground is finally not a secret!"

Meng Xiaohua was slightly stunned, and then, first nodded without saying a word, and then smiled bitterly.

The sunset soon extinguished the fireworks and replaced them with the cold moon rising in the east on the fifteenth, illuminating the jackdaws on the old trees outside the window of the warm water compartment. The little eunuch who served in front of the emperor lightly closed the half-open window. Then he opened his ears, lest he let the emperor cough from the insider.

Emperor Xiyu was not diligent, and he had been on the throne for more than 20 years, and he rarely held a candle for state affairs. But tonight I was surprisingly alone in the warm water room, and the autumn night was deep, and I sat dry for two hours.

There is only one book on the imperial case, and the bird lines on the crimson cover show that the official position of the person who participates in the book is not small, and the person who participates in it is a very popular minister.

In the past month, Emperor Xiyu has seen this recital countless times, but he still can't adjudicate. Listen to the teachings of the first emperor? But I am unwilling!

Calling Pu Jia, too harsh, wearing a red dress, too dazzling! The Meng family is a stranger!

The candle flame crackled, disturbing the emperor's musings. Nameless anger ignited in his heart, and Emperor Xiyu asked coldly, "Who, the lamp?" The little eunuch outside replied tremblingly, and the corners of Emperor Xiyu's mouth straightened and spit out a word, "Chop!"

After the little eunuch who sifted the chaff was escorted down by the guards, Emperor Xiyu snuffed out the candle flame held by the crane lamp, slumped on the dragon chair, supported his forehead with his right hand, and said softly, "Shadow Guard!"

"In!" the dark shadow came out of nowhere, kneeling in front of the royal case.

Emperor Xiyu picked up the fold and threw it in front of the black shadow, and said: "Kill the person who participated in the book, and send the head and the chapter together to the Mengfu Yiyangong." ”

"Yes!" the black shadow commanded, but he didn't know where to go.

At midnight, in the inner courtyard of the Meng Mansion, the dying old Yiyan Gong opened the door, and there was a wooden box in the center of the courtyard under the moonlight, on which was placed a book of music.

I opened the chapter and looked at it, and Yiyan Gong pursed his lips and smiled, "It's a secret or not, but who knows the real secret?"