"Whew~" Blowing out the faint candle flame in his hand, Meng Yiwei looked at the faint blue light in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "What a big deal!"

In front of him is a long and extended corridor, and behind him is a high and upward staircase, the steps are dark and dark like a blackened chimney, and the corridor is curved like a glowing galaxy.

Touching the glowing wall made of Beihai fluorite, Meng Yiwei was a little dazed!

It wasn't until a drop of cold water fell on the top of his head that happened to drip into the back collar that he was thinking about, that he suddenly woke up! Looking at the light path that turned and passed not far away, Meng Yiwei took a deep breath and raised his feet and walked forward.

"Da, da", the bamboo pole clicked on the ground, and the silence became more and more silent.

After about half a cup of tea, when Meng Yiwei silently counted to 1,642 steps in his heart, a stone door appeared at the end of the road. Compared with the gorgeous light path, the stone gate is a little shabby, and the traces of the axe and chisel on it are clearly visible, except for the thick and strong, it is really not beautiful!

Where is the back of the door? Meng Yiwei put his hands on the stone door, pushing forward vigorously, and at the same time curious in his heart.

But it didn't matter if he used this force, the personable little master of the academy fell forward with a stumble, not only easily slammed open the stone door, but also slapped it head-on. Who would have thought that the huge stone gate with a height of three feet and a width of one zhang would actually float lightly as if it were nothing!

Meng Yiwei rubbed his aching elbows and knees, got up and looked back, where is this stone gate! It was obviously a firewood made of rice stalks, and then attached a layer of thin stone flakes to the outward side! Once the people did not know the essence, they used all their strength to push the stone gate, and at least they slapped the ground to eat the soil, and at the worst they twisted their waists and bones. While slandering the boring tricks designed by this unscrupulous person, and on the other hand, feeling slightly funny, it seems that Meng Yiwei's vague memory has a very appropriate sentence: Seriously, hey, you will lose!

After a small turmoil, Meng Yiwei finally looked up, but he was even more dazed, because: in the front, there is a book, in the back, there is a book, on the left, there is a book, and on the right, it is still a book. The loop-shaped bookshelf resembles the texture of a nautilus, one circle after another, and the nearly circular dungeon is arranged into a labyrinth that does not know the beginning and the end.

There is a soft light above the head and under the feet, through the thick dust, not too bright and not too dim, like the sunset on a fine day, which makes it extremely pleasant for the eyes to see. This is the soft stone soaked in the underground flames, and the essence of the earth fire deposited by the stone for thousands of years not only emits soft light, but also diffuses warm heat, making the underground palace warm and dry, just suitable for storing books. Everything is so perfect! But it is precisely in absolute perfection that the slightest flaw will be infinitely magnified, not to mention in Meng Yiwei's blind eyes.

There are footprints on the ground—— imprints are in pairs and symmetrical

The visitor was short in stature—— with footprints less than six inches and an even gait

His body is superb, and he will be above the first product—— but the two inches of dust on the ground will be pressed down less than half an inch

This guy was exhausted, as if there was a big terrible thing behind him—— his footprints were tight, and his right foot was twisted from time to time, apparently looking back from time to time.

"Hehe, little mouse, little mouse, it seems that you are not lightly scared by Dazang!" Meng Yiwei thought it was interesting

If you look closely, you can see some other doorways. The "mouse" still fled in a panic when he entered the door, but when he plunged into the spiral library, he wandered slowly. (Footprints are no longer just one line, messy and superimposed). What did the "rats" smell?

Although the footprints are not obvious, the light of the soft stone refracts different shades of light and dark on the different shades of dust, which is no different from ordinary people's eyes, but in Meng Yiwei's eyes, it becomes a particularly eye-catching path.

Step by step, go around the first circle of the outer layer of the book palace. The bookshelves on both sides are covered with dark green lines, and the fingers are tapping hard, and the sound is crisp, and it is actually a bronze product. The bamboo slips were rolled into bundles, covered with silk bags, and neatly stacked on the shelves. There is a shrink rope at the mouth of the silk bag, and a bronze nameplate is tied to the end of the rope, on which the name of the book in the collection is carved in hollow.

Take out the "little loach" and tap the nameplate with the back of the knife, tinkling. Meng Yiwei did not stop to dismantle the Jane, but slowly moved forward.

"Ding" - ""Tiangong Remnants Copy", ** of Tiangong Mansion. ”

"Ding" - ""The Preliminary Examination of the Soul Transfer Control of the Three Gods", the ** of Shenyu Mansion. ”

"Ding" - ""Ten Square Armor Cloth and Four Horse Soldiers Slightly Traveling", ** of the Trick Mansion. ”

Ding all the way, silently all the way, sigh all the way, all the way!

It is rumored that it was destroyed forty years ago, and there is no ** in the world!

Meng Yiwei didn't seem too surprised, because he found that in the face of such a peerless secret, the "mouse" seemed to have no interest, and its footprints kept stretching forward, although it was messy, it was purposefully patrolling something.

"This is the first place, let me see what you find. Looking at the slightly deeper footprints on the ground, Meng Yiwei also had a slight expectation in his heart.

Glancing up at the books on the bronze shelves here, he delicately pulled out the bundle on the right side of the bottom floor. The bag of books was tightly crumpled and had faint specks of rust on the nameplate. I think that the person is after rubbing the nameplate repeatedly confirmed, only carefully opened the book bag, the action is also cautious, the mind is also meticulous, but the re-fastened bag is not as tight and moderate as other book bags, but crumpled ball, the book lover of the book bag must be perfect, is the strange people can not learn.

In addition, after all, he had just escaped from the "pursuit" of Dazang, and there was a slight dampness of sweat in the palms of this guy's hands, which was also stained on the nameplate of the book, otherwise in this dry underground palace, where would there be obvious green mold spots on the bronze nameplate?

I took out the book and held it in my hand. The front of the nameplate is named "Remembering the Thirty-two Years of Toad Palace Staying", and there is a seal word bulge on the lower edge, and the fingertips should be "two picks". Of course, this rhetoric is also **, it was a writer in the Talent House of the Academy a hundred years ago, and he wrote a cold palace complaint for the abolished queen at that time. originally wanted to persuade the emperor to change his mind, but he was defiled by the ill-intentioned people and molested the court. Feng Luan, who did not wait for the return after the abolition, ushered in the poisonous wine to see him off, and the writer was also torn apart by the car and died. It's a pity that this long fu, which is said to be "three thousand tears", was listed as a forbidden text, and his name has not been left since then.

Shaking off the bamboo slips, Meng Yiwei read silently word by word, "The concubine has a toad palace man, and Gui Yishu has a hundred dry grass." The incense soul is cold, and the lonely smoke is painted alone. The prisoner wept and mourned, and his heart was mourning. ”

Meng Yiwei was reading Changfu in his mouth, but he was staring at small dots in his eyes. He noticed that from the beginning of the text on the right, there was a dot mark on each word, which was faintly visible on the green and yellow bamboo slips. The thief may have sharp nails, or maybe he didn't care about the content on the bamboo slip at all, just pointed with his finger, number?

Meng Yiwei counted while reading, and the last point fell on the one hundred and twenty-fourth character, which was the word "south". Meng Yiwei frowned and pondered, but his hands did not stop, skillfully rolled up the bamboo slips, put on the silk ribbon, gently put them back in place, and tied them roundly.

Continue to move forward, follow the footprints to the "second place", this time is the volume of "Retro Jun Chan Let That Near the People's Governance Two or Three Things", Meng Yiwei touched the seal word "Shilu" under the nameplate. After opening the volume, I got the thirty-fourth word, "Xinjiang"!

"Southern Xinjiang?" linked to the first word, Meng Yiwei blurted out.

Continue to move forward, the third place, the land object house ** "Worm and Worm Gu", the seal word "捌柒", get the first word, "worm"!

The fourth place, Shenyu Mansion ** "Destroying Buddha and Suppressing the Tao is not a Confucian", the seal word "叄贰", the seventy-second character, "sand"!

The fifth, Tiangongfu ** "The Pros and Cons of the Five Rivers Transport", the seal word "Jiuyi", the 243rd character, "sea"!

The sixth place, the talent house** "The dragon shadow is invisible, the sigh snake has traces, who is the saint", the seal word "Yiwu", the third word, "dragon"!

The seventh place, the word, "East"!

The eighth place, get the word, "Yuan"!

The ninth place, the word, "deep"!

The tenth place, get the word, "Shuo"!

The eleventh place, the word, "square"!

The twelfth place, get the word, "red"!

At this point, the footprints on the ground are no longer messy.

"'Southern Xinjiang insects, sand sea dragons, deep in the east abyss, and red in Shuofang. "Who are the four people?" but the direction is clear, and they really lost the secret!" Meng Yiwei stood in place, bowing his head and smiling, but he smiled a little bitterly!