The Night Pearl rested at his feet, leaning against the wall, and the light came from below to the top, and the short sword pierced in the wall was reflected in an extremely long shadow, reaching to the roof, like a black beam.

Inch by inch, the short sword slowly pierced into the wall, gradually being devoured, Chen Changsheng held the hilt of the sword, staring at the place where the sword came into contact with the wall, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his expression became more and more nervous.

His mind was attached to the sword, as if he was walking on a night road without lights, not knowing what he would encounter in front of him, this feeling of complete unknown, more than anticipation, was more uneasive.

Finally, the short sword came back with a clear feeling, after the sharp tip penetrated into the wall for about half a foot, it hit a certain hard object, Chen Changsheng stared at the wall in front of him, and used his strength again after a moment of silence, confirming that it was difficult for the short sword to penetrate it again, and he was slightly surprised, he didn't know what material the thing inside was made of, and it was difficult to pierce even his own sword, and at the same time, he was sure that this was what he was looking for.

He let go of his left hand, raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, then regained his grip on the hilt of the sword, this time no longer trying to go deeper, but began to move on the plane, relying purely on the feel, the short sword slowly cut through the hard bluestone wall, except for the faint fluttering stone chips, there was not a single sound.

The short sword cut silently, walking in the bluestone wall, wandering non-stop, and finally returned to the original place, cutting a complete pattern on the wall, Chen Changsheng looked at this pattern, and felt a little familiar, and then remembered that the outline of the forest seemed to be like this when cooking.

He drew his short sword, moved closer to the bluestone wall, and used the sharp head of his sword to reach into the wider gap, and carefully began to pull outward, prying without stopping.

Here is the wall to the right of Wang Zhice's portrait, and with his movements, a whole piece of bluestone slowly moves outward at a distance of several hairs at a time, until it is visible to the naked eye.

I don't know how long it took, there was already a half-palm distance between the cut bluestone and the bluestone wall, Chen Changsheng put the sword back into the sheath, held the smooth and neat ends of the bluestone with both hands, took a deep breath, and the true yuan slowly spread to all parts of the body, transmitting the power to his arms.

A very low and subtle grinding sound sounded, and in the soft light of the night pearl, the stone chips flew more rapidly, and a piece of bluestone with an extremely irregular appearance was slowly taken out of the wall by him.

A hole was cut in the bluestone wall, and a box could be faintly seen deep inside, this box was embedded in the stone wall, and it was difficult to separate when you looked at it, but the lid of the box should be open.

In the wall of a place like Lingyan Pavilion, there is such a mechanism, and there is actually a mysterious box hidden.

If this scene is seen, it will definitely cause a major earthquake in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it may even go back hundreds of years ago, and some famous families are only afraid of ushering in a catastrophe.

Chen Changsheng didn't know who put this box in the Lingyan Pavilion, and in the Lingyan Pavilion that was built back then, there were countless craftsmen and officials staring at it day and night, how could that person hide from the eyes of countless people and finally the divine eyes of His Majesty Taizong - he only knew that there was a box in the wall of Lingyan Pavilion that he needed.

The color of the box hidden in the wall is quite dark, and the outermost lid is very light and then removed, revealing the real lid inside, only to see that there are many copper wires on the lid, and there are many delicate copper buttons between the lines, which looks extremely complicated, and the middle is the mechanism to open the box.

The children in Kyoto can also guess what these copper buttons and copper wires are, which are the most popular nine links in the Great Zhou, but they are countless times more complicated, and they seem to be seventeen sets of chains.

Nine consecutive rings and the maze in the forest when cooking, are Wang Zhice's hard work to pass the time to dissipate the spirit of the game, although it is just a game, but it is very good for exercising the strength of consciousness and arithmetic ability, but the nine consecutive rings are common, seventeen sets of links are very rare, and the difficulty of cracking is very different.

Chen Changsheng didn't hesitate, stared at the extremely complex copper wires and began to calculate, his eyes fell on a small copper button from time to time, and then he began to start the wire, his fingers kept pulling and playing between the copper wires, as if playing a piano, and the copper wire and the copper button were constantly connected in one place.

This process took him a long time, until much later, he looked at a blank space in the southwest corner of the lid, took a deep breath, and left the ring finger of his left hand to leave the copper wire, only to hear a soft click, and the copper wire he had woven began to move on its own, and the pattern kept unraveling and reorganizing, heading towards the middle.

This is the process of unraveling, it will take a long time to know whether it can be solved in the end, or it may be until the end, only to find out that the solution is wrong, then you have to start again.

In addition to waiting, there was no other benefit, Chen Changsheng noticed that there was a lot of sweat on his head, and when he raised his arm to wipe it, looking at the sweat stains left on his sleeve before, he couldn't help but be stunned, shook his head with a wry smile, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and carefully wiped the sweat on his face.

Looking at the changing patterns, the copper wires and buttons, he was silent.

He didn't know who made this mechanism, Wang Zhice or someone else, just like he knew that there was a box in the bluestone wall, he only knew that these were stored in zài, but he didn't know why they were stored in zài.

These things were all told to him by the Taoists.

Before coming to Kyoto, Chen Changsheng had always thought that his master Ji Daoist was an ordinary Taoist, at most he was a skilled doctor, but now that he had experienced so many things, he naturally knew that his master was definitely not an ordinary person, and he should even have another identity.

Those Taoist classics in the old temple of Xining are all ancient books before the major compilation, and the richness of the collection can even be compared with the palace, how can ordinary people collect so many Taoist collections?

He shook his head as he held his dagger and looked at the portraits of the former heroes on the wall. How could ordinary people know that there were so many secrets hidden in the Lingyan Pavilion? Even this short sword was extremely unusual.

It was also Ji Dao who told him that if he wanted to change his life against the sky, he had to enter the Lingyan Pavilion and find the secrets related to it. So from Xining to Kyoto, his goal was to enter the Lingyan Pavilion.

His life is not good, and if he wants to live past the age of twenty, there are only two ways - to cultivate to the realm of divine seclusion, or to change his life against the sky. Both of these methods sound very unreliable, because it is basically impossible, but relatively speaking, the latter is still a little feasible, because there has always been a folk legend of changing one's life against the sky.

First of all, we need to know what fate is. He looked at the copper chain pattern that was being unraveled, and thought silently, could it be that his fate was hidden in this?

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(Note: Grinding Shilin and Cooking Shilin two names, in the end I decided to use the latter, because it looks more beautiful, in addition, I finally got home, went out for 20 days, walked eight provinces or municipalities directly under the central government, I also admire myself, tomorrow is still a chapter, from the day after tomorrow to work hard to write, thank you for your understanding.) ）