"Do you recognize the origin of this thing?"

The metal ball lying in Qingya's palm is dark under the silver luster, reflecting the brilliance of black and white under different lights. On the sphere, the treacherous lines are carved into the style of some kind of totem, layered on top of each other, and it is impossible to identify the origin.

"Show me, what the hell is this?"

Qingluo spread out her palm, I don't know if it was because she had just returned from Kanwai, and she still had a little Kanto accent.

Qingya placed the metal core in the palm of her hand, and Qingluo hooked her index finger and scratched his palm a few times with her fingernails before taking her hand back.

The desert sun was particularly strong, and through the gaps in the wooden windows, pillars of light shone onto the table. Qingluo put the metal core in the palm of his hand and studied it carefully for a moment, then shook it in his ear a few times, and then gently tapped the carved lines on it with the nail of his little thumb, and finally placed the metal core in the sun.

The two-tone metal reflects the sunlight on the earthen wall, forming a blurred spot of light, and the fingers of his thumb are gently stroked over the surface of the core, and the mysterious lines engraved on the surface are also projected as if they are magnified in equal proportions.

"It seems to be superimposed by a lot of patterns, and when I look, there are almost nine of them ...... one, two, three, four."

Holding her chin to the left, then to the right, she could tell that she was trying hard to discern where these patterns were.

"Xiangliu, Hanqi, Qiqi, this thing with a pair of wings and a long snake-like thing is a singing snake, and there are some ...... I can't see clearly, so I think I'll have to open this thing first. ”

Qingluo put down the core in his hand, closed his eyes, and searched for similar historical fragments that existed in this world.

Although she comes from another world, she can connect her divine consciousness to everything that exists in this world, in other words, she was born with the master key to open all the treasure troves of knowledge.

But she was always too lazy to look for it, because she felt that if I knew everything in this world, then there would be no point in my travels, and the joy of traveling thousands of miles was to have an unknown understanding of everything, but today, I would reluctantly help this kid.

Behind Qingluo, the long river of history is flowing endlessly, and the splendid culture of thousands of years is like a wave, jumping out of the water from time to time, leaving a gorgeous posture. She wanders along the river of time, and the flickering light of her fingertips is the wisdom that has been precipitated for thousands of years. The clouds and water are turbulent, the dust is boundless, and every stone on the bank of the river is like a few pen and ink in the history books, but behind it is the magnificent life of countless people.

Like a child full of curiosity about everything, she jumped up and down on the bank of the river, picked up a stone, looked at it not what she wanted, and then threw it on the ground.

Yes, as early as the pre-Qin period, people at that time knew how to use the art of organs as production tools and even as weapons. Among them, the most eye-catching is the Mo family among the hundreds of sons, which has reached the point of reaching the peak.

Later, it was rumored that Mozi's technique had reached the realm of communicating heaven and earth and giving life to all things. It is said that Mozi once rode a machine kite, soared upward, and traveled along the Milky Way for three days and three nights, and later the generalissimo in charge of the Tianhe Navy personally escorted Mozi back to the world. At this point, Mozi also broke away from the realm of mortals, entered the Tao with mechanical arts, and ascended in the daytime, ranking in the immortal class, and it is said that many people have witnessed the scene of ascension.

Of course, most people prefer to believe that Mozi was imprisoned for life by the king of the Song Kingdom, because the mechanical weapons he made were already hundreds of years ahead of that era, and had reached the point where they could influence the situation of the war, in order to prevent Mozi from making weapons for other countries, so the Song King imprisoned him until he died.

After Mozi disappeared from this world, he was also wiped out of the human world, along with his magical tricks, so that later, the most ingenious tricks often appeared in the tombs of emperors to prevent tomb robbers from invading their sleep.

The truth of history is now unsearchable, but the cultural treasures left by Mozi have been passed down to future generations, although the craftsmanship of Mozi at that time has not been restored, but the art of the mechanism has always played an important role in people's lives.

And now engraved on this metal core is not just a simple pattern decoration, but also an intricate mechanism that is connected together.

Nine roundabouts, nine beasts protect each other, only by unlocking the outer nine locks, can this core be completely opened, and the core of the organ is connected, and the whole body is moved, one wrong step, and there is no possibility of starting again.

"I see, it doesn't seem to be difficult."

Qingluo opened his eyes and confidently assured Qingya.

"Does the girl have a way to crack it?"

"Of course there is, but you have to answer me, why should I help you?"

Qingluo played with the ball in his hand, squinted his eyes, and looked at Qingya with a smile, as if he was waiting for the fox to take the bait.

"This ......"

This question, but it stopped Qingya, yes, what kind of relationship is it between myself and her, is it a friend? Maybe she doesn't even know, what a friend is?

"Girl, a disciple of Qingya Yijie Mountain Sect, she has no long things, if the girl has orders, as long as she does not violate morality, she will never say anything if she goes to the soup and fire."

"Don't, don't be so serious, it's funny, what are you doing so seriously, so let's do it, next time we meet, you can just bring me a pot of good wine, how about this condition?

Seeing that he was so serious, Qingluo was a little embarrassed.

"Thank you girl for your help, next time we meet, I will definitely bring the most beautiful wine in the world to the girl."

Qingya promised that after the trip to Chang'an, when he returned to Tianluo, he invited Miss Qingluo to come and be a guest. But how could Qingya have thought that the woman in front of her could go anywhere in the world, but she would not climb to the top of the skyfall.

After further discussion, Qingluo picked up the metal core again and threw it on the ground casually, then picked it up again, and then threw it on the ground again.

After repeating it a few times, Qingya also saw that no matter what angle it fell, the ball would always tilt in the direction of sunrise, and Qingya guessed that it might be due to the uneven distribution of internal weight.

After setting the direction of the datum, he saw that Qingluo conjured a thin blade thinner than the tip of a needle, which could just be stuck into the lines engraved on the ball. Qingluo first rotated the outermost layer of Xiangliu twice, so that the snake head in the middle was aimed at the west, which was the direction that Xiangliu often looked up to when he was still a subordinate of the Gonggong.

Then, Qingluo cut off the nine snake heads on the Xiangliu totem from the middle to the sides, and when the snake head on the far right was chopped off, there was a slight sound of the gear colliding with each other, and the outermost Xiangliu totem slowly surfaced on the surface of the sphere, and the first weight of the nine-fold lock was opened.

In the second weight, Qingluo turned the tiger head of the Han Zhu totem to the west, and then knocked out the two long fangs in its mouth, and clicked, and the totem of the Han Qi also reappeared.

In the third, the head of the poor Qi goes westward and breaks off its wings; Fourthly, the head of the snake goes north and its tail is broken; Fifth, the head of the ox goes east and breaks its foot......

After repeating this nine times, the layers of totems have all appeared on the surface of the sphere, and at this moment, it looks like a nine-layer floating temple with a round bottom, and on each totem, there is a very small round hole in the different parts of each beast, and at this moment these small holes happen to overlap together, connecting the inner and outer parts of the core.

He parted a strand of his hair, plucked one of them, and put it in his mouth with his own saliva, so that the hair could stand on end. Then, she threaded the hair through the small hole in the core from top to bottom, and after feeling something touched, she suddenly lifted it up, and the hair happened to be stuck in the core.

"Okay, open it, you can help me pull my hair out again."

Qingluo carefully picked up the core, Qingya found the tip of the hair stuck in it, wrapped its tail around his index finger, first downward, and then pulled the net slightly, the overlapping nine-fold totem pieces flew down, fell to the table and fell to the ground, and Qingya immediately smelled a smell of blood.

It is not like the fishy smell of ordinary blood, but more like the special smell formed by the blood of many kinds of creatures, such as the smell of the sea, the smell of swamps, and the smell of mountains.

"Oh? There are so many different beasts mixed together, and today, it is not possible for ordinary people to get this blood, where did you get this ball?

Qingluo asked Qingya, and at the same time plucked one of her own hairs, and dipped the tip of the hair into the blood that was about half a sphere, and when she lifted it again, the thick blood was dripping along the end of the hair, and she curiously leaned her nose over and sniffed it carefully, and then immediately took it away in disgust.

Qingya told her in detail about the previous two attacks by imitation beasts, but Qingluo seemed a little indifferent.

"Forget it, anyway, you can solve your own affairs by yourself, and if you can't solve it, come to me again, but say it in advance, I won't help you fight."

"Thanks to the girl's help, I am already grateful, how dare I ask the girl to do more, Qingya has been kind to the girl several times, it is impossible to repay, and I ...... in the future."

"Don't listen, don't listen, why are you nagging like a little old man, I said, are you okay, if it's okay, go back quickly."

Hearing Qingya's chatter, Qingluo covered his ears and interrupted his words.

"There's one more thing I want to tell the girl next."

"Well, I don't have to help you."

Qingya took out a pot of osmanthus wine from his arms, and took out a box of delicate moon cakes and put them in front of Qingluo.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, the small cake is like chewing the moon, there are crisps and syrup, thousands of miles away can also be a total of Chanjuan, light Luo girl, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival."