Dao Guangrui has fought with many people, and there are many masters among them.

But under the grasp he just had, he lifted his weight lightly, and easily dodged the past, but instead let Song Feng's arm come up to resist, but there were very few people who were not discovered by him.

Even for a moment, he couldn't think of anyone who could do it!

"He is worthy of being the one who can crack the underground palace of the First Emperor...... No wonder Brother Sun said that they are very famous in the rivers and lakes in this industry, and how many people can deal with this hand alone? He suddenly became more cautious in his heart, and the original trace of hidden arrogance was also wiped out in an instant.

With a smile on his face, he reached out and patted Song Feng's shoulder: "Look at you kid, your body is still not good!" Isn't your archaeology also a manual work? ”

"Save you like this, and you will be tired after not doing it for a while? No wonder you are not as good as Tao Yun in your Professor Zhao, there is a gap in physical fitness. ”

After saying this, he turned his head to look at Jiang Xian and his party who came up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was a little excited just now, let's go." ”

"I'm interested in these treasures, ruins, and the like. You are like Raiders of the Lost Ark, mummies, and I like to watch them, but unfortunately we don't have any good movies of this type in China. ”

Saying that, he shook his head regretfully.

"Of course, I really have to work hard to learn this knowledge, and I don't want to dig for treasures."

While talking and walking, everyone soon came to a bamboo building, Dao Guangrui did not pause, stretched out his hand to push open the door, stepped in and shouted: "Old man, someone is coming, old man!" Looking for you to have something, where are you going......"

Boom!

"Oops!" Dao Guangrui covered his head and rubbed it, and a fruit core fell on the ground beside him.

"You bastard, you still look like a fool when you're such an adult." A reprimanding voice came from inside the room.

Everyone looked over, only to see an old man wearing a plain half-sleeved shirt, wide-waisted trousers, holding a dry tobacco stick in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, walking out with brisk steps.

The dry tobacco stick in his hand lightly knocked on Dao Guangrui's head, and then looked at Jiang Xian and his entourage: "Song boy, it's you, what did the research institute find?" Tsk, is it true this time, or is it a fraud of the above funds? ”

Tao Yun and Song Feng almost stumbled, looked at the old man and said with a wry smile: "Don't make fun of this, when did we cheat the funds?" It's about conscience! ”

"I really found something this time, otherwise Brother Dao wouldn't have brought us over like this." Saying that, Song Feng pointed to Jiang Xian and the others behind him: "This is an expert from the imperial capital, and they are particularly experienced in the excavation of ruins. ”

The old man looked Jiang Xian and his party up and down, nodded slightly, and then turned to leave: "Okay, come in." ”

Jiang Xian's eyes moved from the old man to Dao Guangrui, and they glanced at each other again, since entering the village, except for those children, the father and son were dressed the least like Dai people.

"It's really the same thing."

Thoughts flashed through their minds, and several people followed them up to the second floor.

As soon as I went up the stairs, I entered the hall. Bamboo mats are laid out in the hall, and in the corridors and balconies outside, there are bamboo tubes and jugs for fetching water, and a washing machine is also placed there. There is a fire pit in the corner of the hall, and a tripod is set up on it, and pots, pots, and other cooking utensils are placed.

"Come, Jiza." The old man sat cross-legged on the bamboo mat and stretched out his hand

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patted it and looked at a few people: "When I was young, I was wandering outside, I went to the imperial capital, and my heart was wild when I stayed outside." ”

"I really wanted to never come back."

"This unsuccessful son also follows me, he has no nostalgia for his own things, and I don't know what fox friends I have made outside."

"Don't talk about it, old man." Dao Guangrui interrupted with some dissatisfaction: "I didn't come here today to see you preach, talking about this." ”

"Yes, yes, yes......" The old man patted his head: "When people are old, they are chattering, what do you have to ask?" ”

"Old man, I don't know if you are familiar with the pattern of this four-winged bat." Jiang Xian handed over the piece of paper, "We went to many villages along the way, and many old people have impressions, but they are not too deep, and they don't know where the source is." ”

The old man took the paper, looked at the picture on it, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and his face showed emotion:

"This pattern, I really miss it......"

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Xian and the others: "Yes, I have indeed seen the pattern of this four-winged bat, and I am more familiar with it." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present showed a trace of joy on their faces.

"Of course, I don't know exactly what this pattern means." The old man paused and looked at everyone: "I only know that this pattern should be more ancient than our stockade, that bastard boy told you, right?" I have a stone sculpture of a four-winged bat there. ”

Seeing everyone nodding, he continued: "That stone carving can be said to have been passed down from generation to generation, and it is said that it was already there when it was not moved here. ”

"And there are actually a few more such tribes, all of whom moved from us at the beginning." The old man took a cigarette, squinted his eyes and said: "But after so many years, the dynasties have changed a few, it is another toast war, and what kind of messy war, and the friendship between them has long faded." ”

"Some of the villages have not been passed down to the present day." The old man looked at a few people: "To tell the truth, there are still a few stockades that still exist now, and there are still a few complete inheritances, all of which are dilapidated. ”

"Maybe hundreds of years ago someone knew what the four-winged bat represented, but now?"

He shook his head: "I can only tell you the approximate location of those villages at the beginning, and you can study the rest for yourself." ”

Jiang Xian and the others glanced at each other, and they all showed regretful expressions.

The knife light on the side was slightly stunned, and a trace of puzzlement flashed in his eyes: What is the situation? It's different from what I said before!

"Old man." Lin Ruoxue took a step forward: "Can you show us that stone carving." ”

"It's a different stone carving, you can see it if you want to." The old man stood up and shook his body and took steps: "However, I think you will be disappointed, that thing is still relatively rough, and the craftsmanship of the production is relatively average. ”

After a while, he walked out of the living room, holding a palm-sized stone sculpture in his hand, and handed it to Jiang Xian: "Just this thing, you can take a look." ”

Jiang Xian took it, and his eyes looked carefully above.

This is indeed a very simple stone carving, the lines of the whole body are extremely rough, and the stone is also a very ordinary mountain stone. A four-winged bat that is about to fly, but the picture is quite blurry, and even the texture of the wings is not much reflected, so it can be said that the craftsmanship is quite inferior.

But after generations of play, the corners of the stone carving are still quite rounded, and the four corners of the base below are also smoothed.

There are also a few words engraved on this base - hairy turtle yarrow is old.

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Jiang Xian's eyes froze suddenly, and he inhaled unconsciously.

Lin Ruoxue next to her also stepped forward, and the moment she saw those words, she was also in her heart.

The hairy turtle yarrow is from a sentence in Bai Juyi's poem Xi Lao's self-deprecation, and below this sentence is "the fairy among the bat rats". But it wasn't the poem that changed the color of the two, but the familiar handwriting on the stone.

The handwriting that once appeared in the shadow cellar below the mosquito-free village.

The handwriting left by the strange generation who entered the Buddha from the Tao and calculated the Emperor of Mengyuan's master, Ba Sipa.

White Lotus Sect Ancestor, Mao Ziyuan!

He not only left traces at the foot of Longhu Mountain, but even came to southern Yunnan to solve his own problems.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, although they have never seen a real person, but the traces left by this person in the mosquito-free village and under the Dragon and Tiger Mountain are enough to make them solemn.

"How do you feel that this ghost is still a little ghostly...... Jiang Xian's heart turned around, his expression had calmed down, he looked at the stone carving again, handed it over and returned it to the old man: "Thank you, old man, the location of those villages will also trouble you to tell me." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." The old man took the stone carving, put it aside, and said with a smile: "This song is simple, but the old man is old, and I can't remember some of them clearly." ”

"If there's anything wrong, don't be surprised."

"We're glad that the elderly can help us." Ling Xiaozi leaned up and unfolded the map: "You always say, I'll mark it." ”

After a while, several people ended talking, and after Jiang Xian and his party said goodbye, they left the village.

"Strange ......" walked out of the village, Tao Yun showed doubts on his face: "Today, the second brother of the knife and the old man are unexpectedly easy to talk, if before, he would start to drive people away if he couldn't say a few words." When the old man was young, he had a big temper. ”

"A few years ago, it broke people's heads."

Song Feng next to him sighed in his heart, and his face also showed doubts: "Maybe it's because Mr. Jiang is from the imperial capital, in the hearts of their older generation, where are the experts more credible?" ”

"Is that so?" Jiang Xian smiled: "I didn't expect our identity to be very useful, let's go, let's go to the next evil village." ”

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"Old man, you're not right." Dao Guangrui frowned: "How is this different from what we said before?" ”

"Different?" The old man smiled: "Like you thought before, make up some specious things, and then increase the importance of those boys to us?" ”

"Boy, you are still tender, you really want to make up those specious things, do you think you can deceive the head of Lanshan and Hai, the descendant of Longhu Mountain, and the granddaughter who listens to the world?" The old man shook his head: "It's better to selectively tell them what they know." ”

"Don't think that if you mix with the kid surnamed Sun for a few years, you will underestimate the world." The old man lit his cigarette pouch and took a puff: "You little fuss is a fart!" ”

"If it weren't for the fact that kid was fair to divide the money, I would have killed him a long time ago!"

"Even under the guise of our family's treasures...... the old man sneered: "What a big dog's guts!" ”

"Bastard boy, you haven't been messing around with him for a few years, you really forgot your origin, where are your roots?"

The old man looked at Dao Guangrui and said quietly: "Go out to the wilderness and go out to the wilderness, but don't really sell your body and mind to those bastards, otherwise you don't know how to die!" ”

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