readx; Tan Zhijie's eyes glanced at the upper right, and Wen Yan said to Lin Fusu: "There is nothing inconvenient. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info I'm looking for a kind of sour grass called Yan. It is said that this grass only grows on Zhuyu Mountain in Yiyang, but many people who have visited Yiyang have heard of this mountain. It seems that there is a mistake in the medicine book, and I can only go home empty-handed. ”

"Zhuyu Mountain, Zhuyu Mountain, I have seen this name. Lin Fusu muttered to himself.

"Have you seen it, where?" Tan Zhijie asked urgently.

"Is there four peaks in Zhuyu Mountain, one peak slightly out of three peaks, capped like a platform, towering on the ridge, the name of the peak is more than the base peak?" Lin Fusu asked.

"Exactly, little friend. I have a writing intention here, and you can see what you see. Tan Zhijie said that he took out a scroll out of nowhere, and unfolded it was a painting, Lin Fusu looked at the painting closely, and saw the inscription, "Huh", only to see that the words of the inscription were actually bird traces. Tan Zhijie hurriedly asked, "What?" Lin Fusu replied: "Sir, this map is somewhat similar to the geographical map of the mountains and rivers contained in the book. In the book, it is said that three hundred miles south of the crazy mountain is the mountain of Zhuyu. As he spoke, his eyes were very attentive to the bird's traces, and he wondered in his heart if these words had disappeared, and how could he dare to write them, whether this was an ancient picture, but it was not like it, and there was no taste of old flavor. Lin Fusu has been dealing with those fragments for many years, and has a particularly sensitive reaction to old things.

"What kind of mountain is Mt. Shan and where is it?"

"I don't know, but the book says that the mountain is more than 100 miles north and south of the mountain, and the mountain is more than 100 miles south of the Huqi Mountain, and the Huqi Mountain is in the south of the city that calls the wind and li. Lin Fusu replied.

"What book did you see it in?" Tan Zhijie asked.

"On a dilapidated private journal. Lin Fusu said.

"Where's the book? Tan Zhijie's mood was agitated, like seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness.

"The book is in the Washington library. If Mr. needs me, I can copy it, but the things from Washington will be brought out. Lin Fusu was a little embarrassed.

"There's no need to be embarrassed about this, let's go to Washington Library. He said to Lin Fusu, and then turned to Bixuzi and said, "Old priest, let's come as soon as we go, please wait." After speaking, he took Lin Fusu and didn't wait for Bixuzi to come back to his senses, the two of them had disappeared. And Lin Fusu seemed to have two or three moments of dizziness in his mind, and his ears seemed to disappear as soon as the wind whirled, and when he opened his eyes to understand what was going on, he was already standing outside the gate of Washington, and he heard Tan Zhijie asking: "Where is the library you said, let's go over and take a look." ”

Lin Fusu was like a dream, limping forward in the pull of Tan Zhijie. Is this the spell or martial arts in the story told by my grandfather when I was a child, why did I arrive at the gate of Washington in the blink of an eye, and they were still talking to Bixuzi in the Qingxu Sect outside the city just now. How is it possible? How is it possible? His heart was tumbling with horror like a stormy wave, and he replied to Tan Zhijie's question habitually.

Just as they were about to enter the gate, the porter sitting at the door shouted: "Lin Fusu, who are you taking into the house?" Lin Fusu was about to answer, and someone in the house greeted him from afar: "Mr. Tan, where are you coming from?" The porter saw that it was Steward Li beside Second Master Pin, so he hurriedly shut his mouth and got up to bow to Steward Li. Mr. Tan smiled modestly and said, "I asked Little Brother Lin to do a little favor, and I need to go to the place where he is doing his work." Steward Li wanted to lead the way, and Tan Zhijie sent him to do his own business, and his figure disappeared as he spoke.

Steward Li said to the porter: "In the future, this gentleman is not allowed to drink in and out." The porter asked with a shy smile: "Steward Li, is this gentleman the relative of the inner house?" Steward Li replied: "It would be good if it was a relative, he is the one who helps the third master and them in Fengyi." The porter muttered in his heart: The third master's big tree has fallen and scattered in the inner house, why is his life-saving benefactor, and the second master still respects him so much. As if to answer his inner muttering, Steward Li looked at Tan Zhijie, who had long since disappeared, and sighed: "This Mr. Tan's martial arts are unfathomable!" Then, suddenly thinking of something, he asked, "Who is the kid who followed Mr. Tan?" "Back to the housekeeper, is he Lin Fusu who replenishes books in the library?" "Oh, he's Lin Fusu - hey, how did he get on with Mr. Tan. ”

Lin Fusu turned the book out of a pile of fragments of old books in the room, the inner pages of the book were not framed, but the threads were rebound, and the unique antiquity of the old volume itself came to his face, and it looked like an ancient scroll. He was about to find the page when he heard the sound of tinkling craftsmen in the courtyard repairing the house. Tan Zhijie said: "Let's take this book to the Qingxu Sect." After speaking, he took Lin Fusu with a few vertical teleportations, and returned to the courtyard of the Qingxu Sect Guan Bixuzi in Lin Fusu's dizziness, and when he left just now, the tea that was only warm and lingering had not yet cooled.

Bixuzi looked at the two of them with a wink of old eyes, looking at the book in their hands, not quite believing his eyes. Qingxuguan and Washington, one is in the city and the other is outside the city, although Yiyang City is not too big, but even if they ride the beast and the horse back and forth, they have to run for half an hour, and they just go back and forth with half a cup of tea. He shouted Fa Qing, only to see Fa Qing running from the side across the courtyard, when Fa Qing was next to him to accept the master, Tan Zhijie greeted him with a smile, he understood that he was not a dream.

Lin Fusu took out the page and handed it to Tan Zhijie to read, the content was the same as what Lin Fusu said earlier, and there was a saying: "The wild mountain is three hundred and eighty miles south, and it is said that the mountain of Zhuyu has many pines and trees on it, and there are many comfrey and nameless grass under it." The four peaks of its mountain are continuous, if the fist of the fist peak, the middle peak is like a cloud platform, the perennial clouds and mist are shrouded, and it is difficult for people to see its shape. This is followed by some commentary that resembles a myth. It means that there are five peaks in Zhuyu Mountain, and its peaks are as jagged as fingers, and there are birds and beasts running around in the mountains and forests. But suddenly one day the five peaks disappeared a peak, the three peaks if the fist back and the fist surface of the fist peak, the original middle finger peak alone, but also no longer the old appearance, folded, the peak if the grinding platform, always hidden in the mountains between the clouds and mist, and since that day there are no birds and beasts in the mountains, only plants or insects, if people are often in the mountains are also sick, the resistance is weakened, guess that there is miasma, etc.

The more Tan Zhijie saw it, the happier he became, and the more incredible it was, the more it meant that it was the place he was looking for, but it was hard to say whether the opportunity he was looking for was there. A smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help patting Lin Fusu's thin shoulder, and said, "Little friend, you have helped me a lot." Lin Fusu hurriedly looked humble, but he really didn't feel any help in his heart. Bi Xuzi's mind calmed down and said: "These little things, that are worthy of Mr. Gentleman's compassion for his martial arts Danfang. ”

Tan Zhijie smiled silently, only to hear Lin Fusu saying to him: "I don't know if I can still ask Mr. for some things?"

Tan Zhi Nodal Head.

"Did Mr. use the martial arts technique just now?"

"It's just a technique of lifting and teleporting, and it's not a profound martial art. ”

"Sir, you said you could have done you a favor. Have you already determined its location?"

"Yes. ”

"Is it the Fox Mountain, or the Ershan Mountain, or the Fox Qi Mountain, why haven't I heard of any of these mountains?" he asked Bi Xuzi instead, "Grandpa Priest, have you heard of these mountains?"

Bixuzi didn't make a sound, just shook his head somewhere.

Fa Qing didn't wait for others to speak, and said bluntly: "I have traveled a lot of places in Dongli, but like Xiaoxing, I have never heard of these mountains. Xiaoxing's book seems to have been buried for hundreds of years from somewhere, and there is no collection in the market or our scripture building. ”

"Hehe, it's normal that you haven't heard of it or read it from books, because the books you have read are all written by Zheng Wen of Middle-earth. Children's book is not buried in the ground for hundreds of years, I read this book at least thousands of years, look at this paper is clearly silkworm paper. Tan Zhijie said as he handed the book to Bi Xuzi.

"Ah, Heavenly Silkworm Paper!" Bi Xuzi groped with his fingers to know the difference between this paper, and Fa Qing stared at this book with dead eyes, Lin Fusu wondered if this book was old and not broken.

Tan Zhijie continued: "The names of the mountains mentioned in the book are all old names, and the current names are no longer the old names. You should know the names of the mountains at the moment, because if you know a coordinate point, you can launch those mountain names. ”

Lin Fusu guessed: "Mr. knows where that city is?"

Tan Zhijie smiled, and then said: "Draw inferences from one another, and the children can be taught." ”

"Sir, before Da Zheng Wen, did Dongli have his own ancient script. Fa Qing interjected and asked.

"Yes. Tan Zhijie glanced at Lin Fusu.

Lin Fusu immediately had a vague sense of understanding, and asked guessingly: "Could it be that those things with ghost drawings are words?"

"Hmm. The correct name of these characters is called Bird Seal, which is a kind of dead script at the time of Dongli. Tan Zhijie said.

"Dead words?" Fa Qing asked suspiciously.

"Dead writing is a text that has been used in the past but has been lost for some reason in modern times, and is no longer used in its writing, even undecipherable. Bi Xuzi looked at his apprentice who was still confused.

"Sir, are you saying that these words can still be interpreted outside Dongli?" asked Lin Fusu.

"Well, I'm not sure about that, but I think there should be some information. But whether there is or not, only God knows. Tan Zhijie looked at Lin Fusu with a disappointed face and said, and then asked, "Do you want to know those words?"

"Well, I thought those words were funny, so ask. My husband also knew that I was repairing books in Washington, and if I could know those words, I couldn't tell what I would encounter at work that day. It's a pity that I don't even know my husband, so I naturally don't have anything to do with it. Lin Fusu said with a wry smile of disappointment.

Fa Qing couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Tan, why did these words become dead words." ”

Tan Zhijie smiled. After a long time, seeing the three of them staring at themselves with big eyes, they seemed to be a little embarrassed, and said simply: "I am a Da Zheng person, you need to find this matter yourself, and I should not solve it." ”