Chapter 1273 Landa Ancient Temple

"You can sit down and talk about it, why bother with it. Erlengzi, don't kill him. ”

"Ha, this stupid boy is good, I really picked up a treasure. ”

Feng Rushan took back the red silk, flipped his hands, the red silk and the cylinder disappeared, he played with the black disc in his right hand, and slowly picked up the wine glass with his left hand, looking at Chika with a smile.

"Mr. Mu is very skilled. Okay, the two of them are highly skilled, and they admit it in the next place, hoping that Mo Gongzi can speak and count. ”

Chi Ka poofed out a mouthful of blood, and struggled unrelentingly.

"Of course our son-in-law is what he says. ”

Everything just now happened between the lightning and flint, until everything settled, Zhewen reacted, stepped forward, pulled out the saber on his waist, and tightly strangled Chika's neck, he was ashamed in his heart, his mouth was fierce, his right hand was slightly forced, and the sharp saber cut a shallow wound on Chika's neck, and a little blood beads oozed out, dripping down the saber to the ground.

"Erlenzi, come back, and then eat meat. ”

Feng Rushan gently patted Deleng's back.

He didn't arrange how Deleng was in advance, and he never thought of asking Deleng to help him and bring him here, just to eat a good meal of meat, and by the way, he had a long experience, and Deleng could be half a step faster than Zhewen, which could only be attributed to talent, and perhaps, his loyalty to himself.

Murong Xuefei's requirements for Deleng are very simple, eat well, play well, and listen to the master, of course, herself.

Feng Rushan shot Chika's left hand, and Deleng cut off Chika's right hand, which can be regarded as obedient.

"Oh!"

Deleng picked up the leg of mutton that he had just gnawed halfway through, but this time, he didn't sit down, and he still held the little scimitar in his hand.

This small scimitar was a gift from Murong Xuefei to Deleng, who asked him to cut meat and eat it, it is said that he picked it up from a cave, it was very fast, Deleng liked it very much, and almost never left his hand.

"Hehe, the two of you are doing big things, don't be like villains, there is an ancient temple in the Langtuo Mountain, fifty miles to the east,......。 ”

Mo Yun and Feng Rushan no longer spoke, Deleng began to eat meat in a big gulp, Chi Ka thought for a while, or the idea of survival prevailed, and began, tell the truth.

His story is simple.

Chika is a wandering shepherd near the ancient temple of Landa, that is, a free herdsman who does not have his own pasture, simply put, is a gangster, in winter, often in the dilapidated temple of the ancient temple of Landa to avoid the wind and snow, of course, this is his own statement, while avoiding the wind and snow, naturally also indispensable to do some other things by the way.

About thirty years ago, he stumbled upon a text in a statue, but unfortunately the text was too small for him to see clearly, so he could only determine that it was related to a huge treasure, so he wanted to find an accomplice with good eyesight and good memory to explore this wealth together.

Until today, I met Feng Rushan and his party.

Of course, during this period, Chika has been working hard, and has also gone through all kinds of twists and turns, but those have nothing to do with Feng Rushan, and Chika is reluctant to say more.

His eyes and memory are not born either.

Business is easy to do, work is difficult to put on hold, team up to explore treasure, in the Qinke grassland, it is also a difficult task.

“...... , The text on the statue appeared, I need to enter Gangyuan with all my strength, I cultivate shallowly, I can only support a few breaths of time at a time, and it will take more than half a year to recover, it has dragged on until now, I haven't seen what the text is talking about, when playing cards, I see that Mr. Mu's eyesight is very good,......。 ”

Chika showed off his vision without scruples in the service area, and won money arrogantly, in addition to earning a little money to spend, he originally had the intention of treating his colleagues.

He finally succeeded.

"The words on the statue are only useful for your Gangyuan? What kind of exercises do you practice? Your spell that changes appearance is very good, would you like to talk about it?" ”

Seeing that Mo Yun didn't mean to open his mouth at all, Feng Rushan thought about it, smiled slightly, and asked lightly.

Strictly speaking, the exercises and secret techniques of interrogating others are beyond the scope of Mo Yun to explain things clearly, but the problem of Feng Rushan, since it is related to the words on the statue, cannot be said to have nothing to do with today's affairs.

"It should be, I've found a few friends before, and their Gangyuan and god statues didn't respond. Hehe, my exercises are also related to the Namada Temple, it is a fragment of a scroll that I picked up in the temple when I was a child, and I practiced according to it for a few days, and I became a second-order warrior in a daze. That fragment, once I was drunk and couldn't find it, this body shaping surgery, I also figured it out by myself, Mr. Mu is interested, I'll write it for Mr. later,......。 ”

Chika made a very cooperative appearance and said vaguely.

As for whether Feng Rushan believes it or not, this, hehe, God knows.

"Dzewen, check here. Chika, take us to the ancient temple of Naroda and find the statue of the god Nata. ”

Mo Yun consulted Feng Rushan's opinion with his eyes, and seeing that he had no objection, he directly opened his mouth and ordered.

3000 years ago, when the wolf clan unified the Qinke grassland, the ancient temple of Landa was one of the most famous temples on the grassland at that time.

However, with the decline of the Heavenly Wolf Clan, the ancient temple of Landa naturally declined long ago.

"Erlengzi, haven't you eaten yet?"

The fragment may not have been lost, but Feng Rushan is not very interested in it, as for the body shaping technique that Chika pondered by himself, although Feng Rushan really wanted to participate in the study, unfortunately, he couldn't believe Chika, and the version written temporarily was still forgotten.

It doesn't matter if you go to Fengru Mountain or not, but Mo Yun's mood can be understood, although he doesn't really want to get involved.

"I'm full. The lamb chops are delicious, so I'll bring one for my wife and sister. ”

Deleng wrapped two pieces of lamb chops and carefully put them in his arms.

......

"Zhewen, take Chika to check it out! Be careful. ”

In front of the ruins of a grand ancient temple, Mo Yun Lema stood for a long time, took a long breath, and said to Zhewen.

Chika naturally prepared some means in the tent, but this is also human nature, Mo Yun does not plan to care, but he does not care about it, before the statue, he still has to check it carefully.

"Yes!"

Chika was seriously injured and had been restrained, and Zhewen was not worried about what tricks he played, but when dealing with the ground snake, he should be cautious, and he must not be less.

"At that time, this ancient temple of Landa was also famous, sheltering countless grassland people, brilliant and incoherent, but unfortunately the years passed, the vicissitudes of the world, and in a blink of an eye, it withered to such an appearance, who will shelter it from the wind and rain. I don't see the tomb of Wuling Haojie, there is no wine and no flowers to hoe the field, Elder Mu, there is a glass of wine!"

The ancient temple of Landa is in the mountain of Landa, covers an area of very wide, the mountain gate hanger bucket painting arch, want to come to the day is very magnificent and magnificent, now the wall collapses, the tree withers and the garden fails, the barren grass is desolate, no one is silent, the ink cloud looks up at the sky on the horse, I don't know when, the head has been covered with a layer of floating clouds, the sky is cloudy but not heavy, a round of miserable white sun struggles to walk through the gap in the clouds, the wind swept up the mountain, the decayed grass and the leaves fell, a huge goshawk swept through the cloud shadow, gliding aimlessly in the air, adding a little uneasiness and desolation to the gray and dreary sky.

"The spring breeze and autumn grass withered and regained its glory, the deceased is gone, and the lone eagle comes and goes, so the country. Yun Gongzi, let's go in. ”

Feng Rushan could understand Mo Yun's mood at this time, but unfortunately, his Hungarian language was really limited, so he had to deal with it casually.

......

"It's this silver wolf statue, Childe, please see, in the middle of the wolf's head, there is a pattern in the shape of a handprint,......。 ”

Seeing the damned Jewen's cursed gentleness, Chika pointed to a huge statue of a silver wolf, not daring to hide it in the slightest.

He could feel that the people in front of him didn't pay much attention to the great wealth in his mouth, and naturally they didn't care about his little life.

The huge silver wolf statue is vivid, although it is weathered and peeled off everywhere due to the long-term wind and rain, but it can be faintly seen the original majesty, in the middle of the wolf's head, several concise lines, very cleverly outline the appearance of a palm, if you don't look at it closely, it is difficult to find, that day Chika was because a pawn ticket happened to be blown to the wolf's head, he accidentally found the palm lines on the wolf's head, and then he was very bored, and the ghost sent the palm into it, urging Gangyuan to try it, only to find out the secret.

“...... , if the son is not in a hurry, wait for me to heal my injury, and I will definitely serve in the future. ”

A hint of resentment flashed in Chika's eyes, and slightly, smugness.

Originally, as long as Chika entered Gangyuan, a text would appear in the two eyes of the silver wolf, but unfortunately, now Chika's right hand was cut off by Deleng, and his left arm was almost beaten into a sieve by the soul-chasing needle.

Not everyone is Deleng.

"Hehe, Zhewen, take him out!"

Chika's pride, Mo Yun saw it in his eyes, sneered in his heart, and slowly turned around along the silver wolf statue, his fingers stretched out, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was calculating something.

"Elder Mu, it's been a great job!"

Seeing Zhewen's figure disappear into a remnant wall, Mo Yun walked to the wolf's head and stood up, calmed down, took a deep breath, opened his mouth to take a crimson pill, his hands were like snowflakes, and some runes that emitted a faint light flew out from between his hands and disappeared into the handprints on the wolf's head.

With the change of the fingering on Mo Yun's hand, the runes in the handprints were uncertain, and they moved slowly, like building blocks, and the runes gradually piled up and reorganized, slowly showing the appearance of a rune seal.

For a whole hour, Mo Yun was sweating profusely, the mist was rising, but his eyes didn't dare to move a bit, constantly changing his fingering, his ten fingers were sore, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere, a little carelessness would mean that all his previous efforts were lost.

When the last rune was played, I saw a burst of silver light flowing along the handprint!