The Confucian Temple is a famous building in the center of Jinan, and it has been the case since the opening of the city. Therefore, standing in this building with the purpose of "respecting literature and respecting Kong", my heart is gradually quieting down.

No matter what the appearance of the person in front of me is, I have not forgotten my mission, which is to be a divine water mirror.

"Okay, give me that mirror. I said.

The man frowned: "The matter is urgent, let's leave first." As for the mirror, I have hidden it properly, and I will give it to you after I have escaped the search. ”

I didn't move, still staring at each other calmly: "Give me the mirror, and run away." ”

A person can't guarantee a good time every day, once I know the whereabouts of the Divine Mirror Water Mirror, I don't dare to miss it easily, so as not to have many dreams at night.

"Trust me, the treasure is already hidden. He said.

I repeated for the third time: "Mirror to me, go together, or I'd rather stay here." ”

It's not that I don't believe in each other, it's that there have been so many strange changes along the way, and I can't even believe myself anymore.

"Well, you-well, go, go get the baby!" he stomped his foot helplessly, pointing to the left front.

The brick walls in front of the left are blackened by smoke and fire, looking dilapidated and desolate. Each brick is so large that it almost fits the size of the bricks of the city wall.

He walked over quickly, squeezed a few times through the crevices of the third-to-last row of bricks from the ground, bent his knees, and with a gentle push, a secret door about a meter and a half high and half a meter wide appeared on the wall.

"Enter. As he spoke, he took the lead and bent down to get in.

I followed him, down the narrow steps, and after a dozen meters of progress, I turned left and entered a narrow storage room seven or eight meters deep underground.

This place is different from the normal storage room, and as soon as you enter, you can hear the sound of rushing water, which is very turbulent, and it comes from underground.

It turned out that there was a round well with a diameter of one meter on the ground in the southwest corner of the storage room, and it was from there that the sound was emanated.

I think of the hydrogeological characteristics of the city of Jinan, and this well must have an underground spring vein. Judging from the development process of the late Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, and New China, every secret spring that appeared in the main urban area has the potential to subvert Jinan's previous hydrological experience and develop into a new "modern spring city" water vein management model.

There was a railing at the side of the well, and a thumb-thick gray hemp rope was tied to the balustrade, and the other end hung down from the water, presumably tied to something that needed spring water to nourish it.

In recent years, many health care experts have developed the concept of "spring water nourishing device", which puts a lot of jadeite, green jade, strange stones, and famous trees directly into the spring water for preservation, which is intended to absorb the aura of the water veins of heaven and earth, and continue to exist in the utensils, so that users can obtain unexpected auspicious happiness.

"Is it right here?" I didn't wait for the man to speak, and took the lead to the well.

Three feet underneath, the white well water bubbled upwards vigorously.

I grabbed the rope and was about to lift it up when the man stopped me and hugged me.

"Wait, wait, I have to make sure you really put the interests of the people first. Everything that changes here involves the life and death of the whole city!" he cried.

I didn't take the mirror for myself, I was originally for the safety of the people. The other party is really pedantic, and the words have already reached this level, and they are still entangled.

"Let go, I'll take the mirror up and withdraw together!" I shouted, and with a wave of my arms, I pushed the man away, and then opened my bow left and right, and pulled the rope upward. Unexpectedly, there was nothing at the end of the rope, and of course there would be no Divine Water Mirror.

This result immediately led to a vague hostility between the two of us, and he said that the divine mirror was in the well, which was clearly a lie.

"You're lying to me?" I asked, dropping the wet rope.

"I didn't. The man shook his head, "Well, you should know why." ”

I groaned for a moment, and instead of following his words and asking what the "why" was, I sighed softly.

Good deeds will be grinded many times, and greed will not do good things. The Divine Aspect Water Mirror is a treasure artifact, and it is definitely not so easy to get your hands on.

"Now, can you go?" he asked.

I knew that the Divine Mirror must have been hidden by him with some kind of secret technique, in a place that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Good. I nodded, silently remembering the path to the chamber.

"Go to the Tiegong Temple at the north gate of Daming Lake, where there are brothers to answer. He said.

I didn't insist anymore, because the water gushing from the well was extremely fast, and even if I barely went into the water to hunt for treasure, it would be too risky and very unwise.

Led by the man, we returned to the main hall of the Temple of Literature and went straight through the small gate in the northeast corner. In the old days, the waterways near Daming Lake were developed, and I have known it from historical sources.

We descended from a simple pier made of pine planks and propped up a small boat all the way north across Daming Lake.

Ever since I entered this strange vision, I have been thinking that the Divine Water Mirror is a treasure with magical powers, and if it can play a role in the trend of resisting Japan and saving the country, then the process of resisting Japan will be easier for the Chinese people. During the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the Chinese were united in one effort with only one goal, and that was to drive the invaders out of the Central Plains.

There were so many strange people and treasures on the rivers and lakes, and what role did they and them play in the vigorous tide of resistance against Japan? Everything is unknown, and what future generations can see is only a series of history books, and we can only see the changes in that era from the history books.

Now, I'm here, can I see the real history?

The houses on all sides of Daming Lake are low, the scenery is depressed, and only a few places on the south shore are holding the sun flag, which proves that the city has been under the control of the Japanese army.

"With the Divine Water Mirror, you can fight again, isn't it? If you blindly retreat, when will it be a head?" I sighed at the clear blue water.

Jinan is a city of heroes in history, between the Tang and Song dynasties, there are countless pillars of the country, humerus ministers, but to the Yuan, Ming, Qing, and Republic of China, it seems that the hero's blood has been worn out, let the army sword slaughter, but do not make any voice of resistance. Just like now, the number of Japanese troops stationed in the city is only a few hundred at most, so the number of Lian Jiazi in the city must be this number combined, right? It's a pity that the sun flag was hung all over the city, and men, women, and children became obedient people under bayonets. If I were born in this era in the summer, I would definitely not survive in humiliation, but create an opportunity to kill and injure the Japanese invaders to the greatest extent possible, so that these invaders would not be able to sleep well.

The history of World War II in Jinan is a history of humiliation, and all the seven-foot men have become shameless, courageless, and bloodless cattle and horses, pretending to live a peaceful and stable life, and secretly living in the shadow of the sun flag.

The man was paddling with all his might at the stern of the boat, and the two wooden oars stirred the water and made a crackling sound.

"I can't see that you were very sharp when you ran for your life. I looked at him.

He didn't seem to think it was a sarcastic remark, and smiled slightly, never slowing down his hands.

"If you don't give me the Divine Mirror, will there be any point in our meeting?" I added.

"The big plan...... The big plan doesn't include handing you the mirror. After the Hongmen feast, everything was different. He replied breathlessly.

"Not including me?What exactly does that big plan mean?," I asked immediately.

"Don't say it, it's a secret...... A big secret about the fate of the city. Summer stone, you don't mess around...... If the big plan is broken, everyone will die......" he called out my name.

I didn't know anything about his big plans, and I stumbled here by mistake, just for the sake of the Divine Mirror.

"Do you know my name?" I asked.

Ever since I broke into the Temple of Literature, I haven't declared my name.

"Yes. He nodded, "Mr. Quanzhong calculated that you would come through the 'Sand Table Performance' - he is the first 'God Operator' in Jiangbei, and what he said and what he expected will definitely come true on time." ”

I felt that the name "Mr. Quanzhong" was a little familiar, and after thinking about it, I was surprised, and asked solemnly: "The 'Mr. Quanzhong' you said is surnamed Zhang?"

He nodded again: "That's natural, under the whole world, where to find the second Jiangbei No. 1 God Operator, Mr. Zhang Quanzhong?"

Anyone who knows a little about the history of World War II will know this Mr. "Zhang Quanzhong", which is just his pseudonym, and the fortune teller is also one of his famous disguised identities. Of course, his attainments in Yi Xue, physiognomy, Dunjia, Qimen, etc., can definitely be included in the list of China's top 100 thaumaturgical masters.

Mr. Zhang Quanzhong's deduction of world history has been widely circulated among the people, and its magic is no less than that of "pushing back pictures" and "baked cake songs".

It was my honor that he expected me to come.

According to the speed of the boat, it is estimated that it will take a maximum of 20 minutes to half an hour to cross Daming Lake.

It had taken me nearly ten minutes to talk to the man, and it stands to reason that the boat had already rowed to the middle of the lake. However, when I looked in all directions, the boat was only a third of the way through.

At that time, the twilight haze became thicker and thicker, and a full moon slowly rose from the rooftops of thousands of houses in the east, like a large pale yellow jade plate, quiet and comfortable, hanging silently in the sky.

In the cities of the 21st century, there are too many neon lights and too many high-rise buildings, and it is long since you can see such an elegant full moon. Astronomers drive dozens of kilometers to the summits of the southern mountains to see the moon in order to observe the moon, which is not polluted by light.

I couldn't help but sigh: "The beauty of Minghu Lake is far beyond the imagination of today's people——"

Urban construction and natural landscapes are always at odds with each other, and the faster they develop, the more rapidly the beauty disappears, and eventually it is completely destroyed and covered by layers of reinforced concrete jungles.

Suddenly, a pillar of light came from the west, impartial, covering our boat.

Immediately, someone shouted: "Listen, the people on the boat, stop the boat immediately and be inspected." ”

The man was startled, his hands exerted force, and the wooden paddle moved like flying.

I looked to the west, and an eight-oared wooden boat was cleaving the waves, with a searchlight hanging high in the bow, and under the lamp stood seven or eight men with spears at the cross-ends.

This kind of scene often appears in anti-Japanese war movies, which are the water patrol boats of devils and traitors.