Of course, Qiu also knows that the deepest secret of the door is by no means the legend of Tiyunzong, the Taiping Mountain has been established for nearly a thousand years, and there are countless stories that have been handed down, some of which are tactful and tortuous, some are fierce and intense, some are bizarre and treacherous, some are thrilling, and some are sad.

Just before the dynasty, the mountain suddenly came a genius who was not born in the world, this young man was born in the family of merchants, although there was nothing great in the martial arts, but the study of poetry and classics is proud of the world, it is rumored that he is fourteen years old, has mastered the car master, Loulan, Yueshi, Buyeo, Yayoi, Tunguska and many other foreign languages, in the dynasty won many foreign exchange language competitions laurels, with a variety of officially certified seal qualifications, at the same time the same writings, but also spread that he can write more than 2,000 poems a day, read more than 10,000 volumes, but also at the age of the horn, founded the Kyushu Youth Jing British School, so that the world of the world sideways, sigh since ancient heroes out of the youth.

After all, there are always some people who are short-sighted and accustomed to living by themselves, sitting in the well and watching the sky, for example, someone proposed at that time that there are only 12 hours a day, and then 100 moments, this day composes more than 2,000 poems, an hour will be nearly 180 poems, and 20 poems will be written in an instant, which is still non-stop day and night, without eating or drinking; 。 Although there were doubts in the current dynasty, it did not prevent the young genius from becoming famous all over the world, and he returned with honor, and his classics "A Thousand Texts Quick Memories", "Poetry Performance", "Wenda Zonglun", and the essay collection "Mo Make Shaohua Negative Youth" were reprinted in all major bookstores in the world, and the sales volume was millions, and his reputation boosted the prosperity of his family business, which became a topic on the streets and alleys for a while.

Because although there is something to talk about in this kind of story, after all, there is always some intriguing, so the people of the division do not often talk about it, but the Taiping Mountain Gate people went down to Jiangzhou with seven swords, and in the year of the catastrophe, the story of the wealthy lord Wang clan who swept the snow in front of the door in the two rivers and three states opened a warehouse to help the victims and saved millions of hungry people, but it is a story that people talk about.

Qiu Ye is most concerned about the secret of the master, but he has been on the mountain for more than ten years, and he has never known the master's road number. This is simply a secret that can't be said, on the mountain, you can only hear the uncle, the uncle calls the master to be a brother, a brother, the later generation of the important door respectfully called the master, or to the uncle and uncle, this time down the mountain tribulation is only heard to be called the old master or the Taiping Mountain master, it seems that there is also an intention to avoid mentioning the master's road number, which can not help but make people suspicious.

The generation of the master keeps in mind that the Taoist holds the obsession of simplicity and absence, takes the heart as a warning, and constantly hone and improve, and the generation should be in the order of prudence. In this way, the master is also a cautious character, but no one has called his way, I heard that only the third uncle, who usually loves to laugh, called once in public, and was later forced by the master to learn martial arts, since then, the third uncle has not mentioned this matter, and the others have kept silent.

Qiu Ye's mind turned quickly, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he was about to find the most critical clue hidden in this door, and when he came back to his senses, he found that it was not a flash of inspiration in his mind, but the palace lamp that was slowly rotating in front of him. It turned out that his body had already been a few feet off the ground, although this vertical and horizontal technique was shallow, after all, it was the authentic sect of the Daomen, and the body was like a string when it started, and the suspension was as light as a feather.

Qiu also looked at the shape of the palace lamp, and before he had time to take a closer look, his figure had slowly fallen beside Chang Li. "What's in the lamp?" the civet eyelashes twitched, staring at the little Taoist's face. Qiu didn't dare to mention the feat of mind wandering through time and space in a leap, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "This palace lamp itself has not found anything special, but its rotating rhythm is very peculiar, have you noticed it too?" The civet nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, little Taoist, it's not that stupid." And then, how do you break it?" "I'll look at the other ones. Before the words fell, people had already risen into the air again, and this time Qiu didn't dare to be careless, fortunately, he just said nonsense and passed the danger in one go, otherwise I'm afraid that the palm prints on both cheeks should be a pair.

When approaching the second lamp, Qiu also cheered up, and the glasses looked carefully for a moment, and saw every detail of the palace lamp, the brightness of the shape, color, pattern, and pattern, all of which were the same as the previous one, the only difference was that the angle of rotation of the two lamps was not consistent, and the speed of rotation was also slightly different. After landing, Qiu also jumped again and again, and probed the other two lamps as well.

Wu Bao listened to the conversation between the two beavers, and knew that the clue was on the four palace lamps, but he didn't dare to interject, but stood quietly with several white knights. Qiu also stood still and turned to the civet dog: "These four lamps are completely the same shape, but the angle, rhythm and speed of rotation are slightly different, and the answer should be like this." The fox bowed her head in approval in silence and waited for Qiu to answer further. Qiu did not speak, but rose up again, jumped to one of the palace lanterns, and gently pinched the wooden side shaft of the lamp with two fingers of his right hand.

Qiu also concocted the same method, stopped the four lamps one by one, and waited for the changes in the hall. As a result, after about half a moment, the four lamps began to rotate again, and the angle, rhythm, and speed were the same as before, and there was no change in the hall.

This result made Qiu also scratch his head a little, and when he looked at the civet again, he found that the civet was staring at the mural on the side of the main hall, and the civet muttered: "This painting is really a cuckoo crying blood, empty mountains and new rain, a spring branch, only a bird is independent, such as crying and complaining, its state is sad." This is the story of Emperor Wang's incarnation of the cuckoo after his death, legend has it that Du Yu participated in the war of the ancient war, and the fief was in Shu after the war, Du Yu also called the emperor in Shu, called Emperor Wang. In his later years, the flood in Shuzhong was a disaster, the people could not be safe, the floating corpses were drifting, and the suffering was unspeakable. The turtle spirit inspects the terrain, measures the water potential, channels catharsis, the flood is calm, and the people of Shu are safe. Du Yu felt his ability to control the water, so that the emperor was located in the turtle Ling, and he was called enlightened. Then Du Yu retired to live in seclusion in Xishan, and legend has it that he turned into a bird after his death. Every time Qingming, Guyu, Xiaoman, Mangzhong and other busy agricultural seasons, they will cry loudly. When the people of Shu heard it, they all called the emperor to support the soul, and it was called the cuckoo by the people of Shu by the cuckoo bird, which seems to be beautiful, but in fact it always makes people feel a little sad. The civet was silent. "Wangdi turned into a bird, called the cuckoo, every agricultural time, the cry is not stopped, Qingming, Gu Yu, Xiaoman, mang. ”

Qiu also suddenly said: "I understand." ”