Lin Jianlan dipped his clothes, put them on his mouth and nose, took a burning tree trunk in his hand, and walked down slowly. \\、\\

Hovering to the bottom, he raised the torch and looked up, the tunnel was both like a staircase and a pillar, and at the top seemed to hang a black and shiny object, through the faint light of the fire, it could be seen that this object was connected to eight extremely thick chains, and gradually drowned in the darkness, presumably it controlled the entrance mechanism of the tunnel. Lin Jianlan turned around, probably burned around with the firelight, and did not see the expected gold and silver treasures of the Mandi Palace, and before he could take a closer look, someone on it had already shouted loudly: "Lin Gongzi, Lin Gongzi, how are you?"

Lin Jianlan shouted upwards: "I'm fine, everyone light a torch and come down!"

Everyone waited down, but saw Lin Jianlan in a daze at them, and then hurriedly looked around, all of them were also disappointed.

Lin Jianlan was stunned and said: "It shouldn't be, since all the code words are opened, why is there nothing?"

His puzzled voice vibrated back and forth on the ground, magnifying the uneasiness in his heart several times, and everyone thought of a possibility in their hearts, could it be that Wei Suxin had already broken through from elsewhere and taken the treasure away?

Aiman said: "Young Master Lin, don't be in a hurry, look for it." ”

Lin Jianlan walked to the wall and said hurriedly: "This wall is full of ......" When he said this, he suddenly stopped, his hand slapped on it, and then slowly rubbed it, and it caught fire, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Come and see, everyone!"

The torches were all in front of the wall, much brighter than just now, and then looked at the wall suddenly became much clearer, and it was clearly written on the Han characters, engraved on the wall, Aiman was stunned: "This ......"

Lin Jianlan also muttered, "How could this be?" Lin Jianlan's shock far exceeded that of the others, and I am afraid that only Cao Yinyin could understand this.

Cao Yinyin said softly: "Do you also see it?"

Although the word is carved on it, but there is a sense of ink dripping, the pen is full of infinite murderous spirit when tossing and turning, messy and not out of order, its meaning is somewhat similar to the couplet written by Lin Longqing, but it is condensed with deep hatred, it is conceivable that the person regarded the wall as an enemy, and hated to shatter him into powder.

Lin Jianlan originally wanted to go deep into the Western Regions, and the treasures of the underground palace that remained, if there were any words left, he would definitely not be able to understand the ancient characters of the Western Regions.

Bai Zongping said: "I hate in my life, I don't know what people who keep books hate?"

Lin Jianlan gently touched the emotions of the person who engraved the words with his hand, and said, "Now I can only read it slowly." ”

The four big characters of "Hatred in Life" seem to be the title of a wall, and when you look to the left, it is still the same wild and indignant handwriting: "Hate the homeland will not be destroyed." I couldn't help but "ah", and said secretly: "Ordinary people regard their homeland as their foundation, if they encounter foreign invasions, they often desperately want to defend their homeland and country, why does he want his country to perish?" Looking down again, another three lines of words were written in the open and closed: "I hate my heart is not strong, I hate my best friend to take my wife, and I hate to meet my opponent." ”

Lin Jianlan and Cao Yinyin glanced at each other, and said softly: "I can see some of this last hatred, what about you?"

Sha Qingchen smiled: "What's the difference? I can only see that this person is not small. He is a person who practices martial arts, and he doesn't pay much attention to anything else, just looking at the words "rare opponent", he is unconvinced.

Cao Yinyin smiled and said: "It's a shame that you still call yourself the No. 1 elegant person in Shacheng on weekdays, and you can't care about anything when you see martial arts, don't you see that this last column of words is different from the first three columns? ”

Sha Qingchen was stunned and said, "How is this possible? This is in the desert thousands of miles away from Middle-earth!"

Looking at it contemplatingly, the fourth hatred is different from the previous three sentences, not only the pen is not sharp, but it is very interesting, revealing a little bit of artistic conception that penetrates the world and comes out of the dust, and when Lin Jianlan took the sword in the warehouse of Kuangyi Gang Hangzhou General Hall, the words on the two axis couplets he saw were actually ** points similar, thinking of this, Lin Jianlan couldn't help but sigh: "More than a thousand miles away, hundreds of years ago, you can see the relics of the old people here." Therefore, the creation is wonderful, and fate is destined. ”

Li Longkic said: "Listening to what you said so mysteriously, what is going on? ”

Lin Jianlan said: "It's not a big deal, there was originally a couplet in the main hall of the Kuangyi Gang, it is said that an ancestor asked a master outside the world to inscribe, and now it seems that the handwriting is very similar to here, I am afraid that this master is the person who engraves the letter, but I don't know why he ran to this desert palace thousands of miles away." ”

Li Longji was puzzled: "It's just that I don't know why I have such a big hatred for the Central Plains, I fled here, and engraved the words of hatred for the country, and I don't know what dynasty made him hate Zhisi." ”

Aiman was on the other side of the wall, shaking his head and saying, "He is not from your Central Plains. ”

Everyone gathered around him again, and Fang saw that this wall was also full of words, much denser than the four lines of words, like tadpoles, twisted and twisted, with strange shapes, and with simple lines of drawings, vaguely visible characters and sheep, the others were completely incomprehensible, only Lin Jianlan still had some impressions of this. In the dungeon, Lin Xiaoyu's messy paper on the table was full of such words, and Lin Jianlan asked, "Aiman, do you know?"

Aiman said: "This text is somewhat similar to our people, but not all the same, I can barely read some of it, this is the life of a man, he said that he is from the Yanzhi country." ”

"Yan Zhiguo? I've never seen any books record it. Sha Qingchen said.

Aiman smiled and said: "In fact, there are many small countries here in the Western Regions since ancient times, and there is no interference between clans, each with its own customs and beliefs, as well as its own patriarch and high priest, and also people who manage various affairs within the clan, it can almost be regarded as the same country, if it weren't for the Tang Dynasty sending troops and officials, our clan would barely be a small country!"

Li Longji looked embarrassed and said, "Why does he want his country to perish?"

Aiman said, "Do you see that little picture next to it? I'm afraid the one in front is him and his beloved girl." ”

When they looked up, they could barely make out a man and a woman sitting side by side on something shaped like a small boat, which was more quaint than like a child's graffiti. Looking down further, there was a bird standing outside a box with a feather attached, and inside the box was a woman, with hair and clothes the same as in the one above—

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