Knowing that he was worried about the ancients, Man Jianghong still wanted to solve the mystery. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Curiosity is a natural instinct and an instinctive temptation that guides human beings out of obscurantism. If you are not curious, how did the monkey evolve into a human before it climbed down the tree hundreds of thousands of years ago?

Man Jianghong guessed that the small wooden tube carved by Tianfeng retained some kind of information, completely out of intuition. The reason is not for nothing, because Tianfeng is obviously being pursued by a very powerful force, and the day is not safe, so it is impossible to have no ideas when carving.

After He Songbai left, Man Jianghong unscrewed the lid of the small cylinder and was disappointed. Inside, it's about fifteen centimeters deep and has an unobstructed view. The bottom and walls of the cylinder are covered with a thin layer of fleece cushion to protect the "Night Pearl" from bumps.

He took a table knife, carefully scraped the velvet layer, and when he saw it, he suddenly became angry.

There is no hidden calligraphy and painting inside, it is covered with taupe gel and mottled flannel silk threads. Don't say that there is nothing in the first place, and even if there is, it will be covered and destroyed, and it will be impossible to discern.

However, Man Jianghong always felt that a strange person like Tianfeng would not die like a mayfly, and he would not even make a splash. Listening to the last conversation between him and He Songbai, it is very interesting and very informative.

So as the only relic, what secrets are hidden in the small wooden cylinder?

Man Jianghong's eyes widened, but the eye of heaven could not see through the wood. After thinking about it again and again, he pressed the palm of his hand on the mouth of the cylinder and began to stimulate his true qi. In this way, it is a bit like "imaging" in medicine. True Qi is a subtle and indistinguishable substance, which can be observed by the Heavenly Eye in the diffusion cylinder, outlining the layers of texture and microstructure outlines inside.

Sure enough, he quickly saw a phantom at the bottom of the cylinder, which showed that there was a mezzanine.

Tianfeng does live up to the name of "wonderful hand", and a small tube carved from complete wood actually hides a mezzanine at the bottom. Even if there are traces and scratches left during production, they will be completely destroyed by the gel flannel cloth. If it weren't for Man Jianghong's "Heavenly Eye", and he had an inspiration to stimulate his true qi to probe, he wouldn't have guessed it at all, and it would have been impossible to find it.

He carefully broke open the barrel and uncovered the underlying wood chips, revealing that there was nothing underneath. But the back of the round piece of wood, which was only twice as large as the nail cover, was covered with pockmarks. Yun Zu looked at it again and again, and was taken aback. Nima turned out to be a whole page of miniature carving, thinner than a mosquito's legs.

Fortunately, Brother Xiaoman's eye can automatically focus without the help of a magnifying glass.

It turns out that Tianfeng has rarely made a move in recent years, living in a simple place, and faintly has the intention of withdrawing from the rivers and lakes. But in June last year, he was found by a "real person" with great powers, and ordered to go to the Wushan Dragon Clan to get a strange thing, and he didn't dare to refuse.

The dragon clan rules the world's martial arts, and Wushan is not open to the public, and this mission follows up the Longtan Tiger's Den. It took three full months of research before finally deciding on a course of action. By collecting local climate data and renting satellites to photograph the terrain and landforms, Tianfeng has achieved a thorough understanding of Wushan. During that time, the origin of the dragon family was even studied, and it was found that the earliest can be traced back to the late Qin and early Han dynasties.

One dark night, the partner drove a helicopter hovering at an altitude of more than 1,000 meters in the core area of the Wushan Dragon Clan. It was the mountain pass of Wushan and the valley flat, and someone forcibly entered the mountain. This is a plan made with the real person, and he will cause riots on the periphery to attract the dragon masters to leave the vicinity of the ancestral hall.

The Heavenly Wind God unknowingly landed on the top of an inconspicuous side hall behind the ancestral hall, uncovered the tiles and drilled in.

What the real person asked him to take was really strange, and maybe even the dragons themselves didn't know about it. Before he saw it, Tianfeng had always wondered if it existed.

In front of it is the majestic Tianlong Ancestral Hall, where the dragon clan worships their ancestors. It is said that it enshrines the true body relics of the heavenly dragon, the magic power is boundless, and the wood of the main hall is immortal for thousands of years, and insects and ants are not born. As a generation of saints, Tianfeng scoffed at this legend. Five thousand years of China, ancient buildings bloom everywhere, not unusual. It is not uncommon for insects and ants not to grow, and many woods themselves have an insect repellent effect, such as camphor trees. In modern times, it is simpler, and a mothballer can do it.

But what the real person asked him to spend so much trouble and take such a big risk to steal was not the dragon clan's holy relic, the Heavenly Dragon Relic.

The side hall is cramped, and the cobwebs are dense, and the gods and goddesses in the Chuwu culture are worshipped.

Shao Si Ming's statue is slightly taller than ordinary people, holding a baby in his left arm, holding a long sword in his right hand, it looks like he has been very old, and the surface color has already oxidized under the flashlight. It seems that the door is not often opened for ventilation, and the dust on the incense table is thick, and there is a sullen smell of mildew in the air.

According to the instructions of the real person, Tianfeng used a small electric drill to break through the pineal gland between the eyebrows of the baby statue, and pulled out a pea-sized object.

That's it?

It's too smooth, it's easy.

Feeling that the outside world hadn't paid attention to this place, Tianfeng glanced at the empty hall, bent down and knocked on the stone seat under Shao Si's feet, and found that the sound was wrong. Only a minute and a half later, he drilled a fist-sized hole in the seat and pulled out a bundle of bamboo slips from it. It is estimated that when the temple was built, someone dug a hole in the stone seat, stuffed things in, and then sealed the hole with stone powder and glutinous rice juice and other things, which was seamless.

It should be said that these two things are indeed cleverly hidden.

It's a pity that I ran into the empty grandfather.

The celestial wind signaled, and the helicopter's wheel turned, pulling up the zipline, and the whole person quickly took off from the surface.

In the air, he sighed to himself, the dragon clan has stood for thousands of years, just like a former lion who has inevitably entered old age, mighty on the outside, and rotten on the inside. Their protection of the ancestral hall is not strict, but they only saw the ground, and they didn't expect someone to fall from the sky. Of course, in ancient times, the enemy could only enter the ancestral hall by killing them all the way from the periphery. In modern times, a helicopter takes cover from the darkness of the night, and it is like entering a no-man's land.

A radius of dozens of miles belongs to the territory of the dragon clan, if you want to leave as soon as possible, you can only fly to the direction of the Goddess Peak and cross the Yangtze River.

The dragon people finally discovered the strange "iron bird" above their heads, shouted angrily, chased through the mountains and mountains, how could they compare to the speed of the plane?

More than a minute later, I saw the Goddess Peak standing on the riverside, sparkling below, and the sound of the river was mighty.

As long as you cross the Yangtze River moat, you will be out of the control of the dragon clan, and the sky will be high and the birds will fly.

Because of the need to twist the zipline to pull the person up, the helicopter lowered the altitude while flying, and when it flew to the river, it was about 500 meters above the ground, which was level with the top of the mountain.

At this moment, Tianfeng, who was hanging more than 100 meters above the ground, was horrified to see that a cloud of white light rose from the mountainside of the Goddess Peak more than 200 meters away, and it was a flying sword!

The blade of the sword was broad, about a meter long, and it poured out a white mang, piercing through the dark night like a cruise guide, piercing through the fuel tank of the helicopter with incomparable precision.

It's too late, it's too soon.

I saw a flash of white light like cracking lightning, and a thunderous explosion sounded in the sky, bursting into a huge fireball. The helicopter was like a dying harrier eagle, staggering headlong.