The mountain list is a painting by the mountain ghosts in all dynasties. It includes the shape of the mountain, the shape of the mountain and the strange places inside the mountain. The notes are extremely detailed. Since the "mountain list does not leave the mountain", they are all collected in various places and have not returned to Shanguizhai.

Two days ago, Meng Jinsong had already summoned the mountain spectrum of Xiangxi to Yunmeng Peak and locked it in the guest room separately. When she heard that she wanted to see it, she quickly ordered Liu Guanguo to bring people into the house to hang up.

Xin Ci lived diagonally opposite Meng Qianzi. When he heard the movement, he leaned out and looked out. He saw Liu Guanguo and Qiu Dong, who were carrying scrolls from a room at the end to Meng Qianzi's room.

When I looked closer, I found that it was not a scroll, but a roll similar to the one that collects calligraphy and paintings. I don’t know what kind of grass vine woven, which tastes strange, but it has Chinese medicine, and it is mostly for the purpose of repelling insects and preventing insects. Marks are pasted on the cover of the barrel, such as "Jing Sanwei 2" and "Jing Luwei 8".

When the roll was opened, the inside was drawn out of the animal skin made of nitr, in the color of old cowhide, with unknown oil layers on both sides, making the paper surface matte texture and the top was covered with extremely fine ink pen marks.

Liu Guanguo took Qiu Dong and moved the table and stool. He first vacated a large wall, then glued nails and spliced ​​the animal skins in order. Only then did Xin Ci realize that the marks on the barrel cover were all positioned at two points, the flange was vertical and the latitude was horizontal. This picture was extremely large. After being well-organized, the entire wall was almost covered with mountains and waters. The roads and villages were vivid and vivid.

However, the ancient Chinese drawings are similar to combat sand tables, which really look like they are looking at "paintings". For example, some hills are painted with daidai green pine. Xin Ci approached Meng Qianzi and lowered his voice: "In fact, why bother to read this? It's still a hassle. If you make a Google map, it's all taken by satellite, please watch it as you like."

Unexpectedly, Liu Guanguo had a thief in his ears: "I know what you are talking about, Google Maps and Baidu Maps, they are all painted skins, and our mountain scores are used to paint bones."

Xin Ci smiled politely, rolling his eyes in his heart: If he can't understand, it's clear to see what he can do to draw the bones.

***

After packing up, Meng Qianzi led others away and signaled Meng Jinsong to stay.

Meng Jinsong felt like a mirror in his heart. Without waiting for her order, he opened a basket of mountain ghosts and took out a small bronze man about a sweep tall. The bronze man had a hideous and ugly face, comparable to a wild ghost. His hands were scratching his head maniaclysm. Meng Jinsong pinched the bun on his head and gently turned his head.

It turned out that the bronze man was hollow, with a thin and flat cross section, quite like a human eye. It was filled with condensed black grease, and a bright red wick end was exposed in the center. It was an exquisitely made candlestick. This candlestick comes with a scythe. Just grab one of the feet of the bronze man and pull it out, and then blow it gently, and it will catch a fire, which is the same as the ignition match.

After doing all this, Meng Jinsong retreated to the wall and reached out to press the light.

The room was pitch black, and I could only hear the rustling sound of Meng Qianzi walking. After a while, I heard a "chit pull" sound. The fire sickle brought out an orange-red fire head. In just a moment, the flame head lit up.

The candle flame is quite weird and charming. The fish belly in the candle wick is white, and it gradually turns into crimson purple and cold purple, making the surrounding oil shine brightly. In the darkness, it looks like a sudden opening of an eye. This is the "recognition fire eye" that is specifically used to look at Shanpu.

Meng Qianzi held his ignition eyes and approached the mountain spectrum. It was strange that whenever the light reflected, blood-extending lines appeared on the skin surface, either for annotation or for outline. This is the real gain from exploring the mountain. There is a score in the score, and the painting is hidden in the painting.

She greeted Meng Jinsong: "Come here and see."

When Meng Jinsong approached, he saw a slanted band of fire eyes and a winding edge wall winding out from the leather surface. This is the border wall of Miaojiang, also known as the Southern Great Wall. During the Ming Dynasty, the Miao people were not obeying the control of the imperial court. In order to eliminate border troubles, the garrisons successively built nearly 400 miles of border walls to separate the raw and mature seedlings. They believed that the border walls were all "people who transformed the outside world" and also strictly ordered that "the Miao did not leave the country and the Han did not enter the cave."

Meng Jinsong said, "Is there a small side wall?"

Meng Qianzi nodded: "That's right."

She moved her fire eyes upwards, and a intermittent thread appeared on her skin.

Most people in the world know about the border walls of Miaojiang, namely large walls, while small walls have always been rare.

It turned out that the garrisons were afraid of the rebellion of the Miao people, but the Miao people were also afraid of the garrisons coming. Although they did not have the human and financial resources to build the Great Wall, there were many wizards and Nuo people who were good at guitars and knew how to transform life and restraint. They relied on the terrain, mountain shape, and natural dangers, and set up many mysterious mechanisms and died traps, scattered in a linear shape. They were not side walls, but better than side walls, commonly known as small side walls.

However, the border army was actually very afraid of the seedlings and was afraid of avoiding them. They would not even rise up to conquer this poor mountain and feces with poisonous insects. Over time, the small border wall was gradually forgotten.

The fire eyes moved across the walls of all sizes and sizes, continued inward, and stopped among a large towering stone pillar of the peak forest.

This is a typical quartz sandstone peak forest landform in Zhangjiajie: tall stone pillars with straight edges and edges like a knives are staggered in the huge canyon, with deep forests and dense vines, lush and lush. It is said that billions of years ago, this was an ancient ocean. After several crust changes, weathering, and water erosion, this rare landform was achieved. In the most popular film in history directed by American director James Cameron, the shape of the floating mountain was derived from this.

To be fair, Dawulingyuan, known as "three thousand strange peaks and eight hundred beautiful waters", is not inferior to Huangshan. He failed to rank in Xu Xiake. He regretted that he would withdraw from the rankings of famous mountains in China. He really couldn't rely on it - Xu Xiake had never been to Zhangjiajie. Every time he went, he wrote most of the travel notes, but it involved Hunan. He wrote "Diary of the Encountered Thieves in Xiangjiang River". At that time, he was moored overnight and encountered a strong man holding a fire and slashing his sword. He couldn't dive into the water to escape. He was so embarrassed that he only had a waist-length inner robes left, and he wanted to use rags to cover his shame at the boat. In the winter, "the morning breeze was accustomed to the bones, and the gravel cracked the foot" was not so exciting that he went to the mountain to express his feelings.

Meng Qianzi slowly moved his fire eyes at this place, and Meng Jinsong's heart thumped: This peak forest is not without origin. The mountain ghost called it "Hundan Peak Forest", which is a place where mountain courage is placed. Meng Qianzi stared at this place, which should be strange.

Sure enough, she asked him: "What is the most important thing for us now?"

"The dead are the most important thing, and life is at stake. Now we should do our best to find the murderer who killed Liu Sheng."

Meng Qianzi nodded and changed the subject: "Then what are we doing in Xiangxi?"

While speaking, several rows of bright red official script characters with silkworm heads and goose tails have appeared below the fire. The first few sentences are: "The beautiful head is shy, the flowers are shy, the pupils are dripping oil, the tongue is wandering, the liver is not intestine is hanging in the empty gallbladder, there is death and a life of life..."

Meng Jinsong remained silent. This is a verse of the mountain gall that has been passed down from ancient times. It is strange to say that most of the records left by the mountain ghost snooping the mountain are quite detailed, and many drawings can even be restored in proportion, but only some of the verses left are vague and secret.

Meng Qianzi looked at the lines carefully: "I suddenly had an idea, our mountain ghost has never had an enemy or an opponent, why did you suddenly feel blood when you get here? I also asked Liu Guanguo and Wuling Mountain Domestic, spend money to eliminate disasters, and regard harmony as the most important thing, and have never had any conflicts with anyone."

Meng Jinsong's heart moved, and after contacting him, he gradually opened his mind: "What do you mean is that the murderer's intention is not Liu Sheng. His purpose is to prevent us from striking the mountain?"

The same thing is said, some things cannot be thought about, the more you think about them, the more you think, the more you think, it is that - Meng Qianzi came to Xiangxi just to celebrate the guests with great feasting, just to go there for a ceremony, but Liu Sheng was killed, and the focus was indeed changed. The matter of the mountain courage had to be put on hold and postponed...

Meng Jinsong's heartbeats like a drum: "But, there are only a few people who know about this..."

My family will never talk nonsense to the outside world. If the seventh aunt leaks the news, it is also an unintentional mistake. Could it be that the charlatan is too big and yelling everywhere that is being heard by those with intentions?

Meng Qianzi also had this suspicion: "Where is that charlatan?"

"I was taken to Wulingyuan by Chen Bang and Shen Wangu to climb the mountain. I told the sage that I was still preparing for the time being, so I was in a hurry and asked him to play for two days first. He took it seriously and followed him happily."

Even though Liu Sheng was killed, he didn't even bother to notify Erchen.

Meng Qianzi pondered for a while: "Let those two people stare at me and they have to open their eyes when they sleep. If there is something wrong with that charlatan, come and report it immediately; check Liu Sheng's affairs; and, with great fanfare, we should prepare for the small wall."

If the murderer's purpose was really to stop her from striking the mountain, and seeing that the method of killing did not work, she would probably take action again. She hangs the bait high, and she will wait for him to take the bait.

After giving the order, Meng Qianzi stopped talking, and his eyes moved down and settled next to the verse.

There is an extra line of small words with the title, which says "What verse, nonsense".

Signature: Duan Wenxi.

***

At the same time, Chen Bang and Shen Wangu were having midnight snacks with charlatans.

These two people actually have no blood relationship, but their surnames are Chen, they are of the same age and have similar personalities. Fortunately, they grow complementary, which is convenient to identify: Chen Wangu is tall and fat, with small eyes and sparse hair, and the rubbing on the head is particularly precious. If you cover it, you don’t care about the surroundings. If you cover it, you will be anxious. Therefore, you must arrange it reasonably every day and rub it according to the roots.

Chen Bang is short and thin, with big eyes, not only thick hair, but also a little too heavy hair on his body, especially his leg hair. Even if it is more exaggerated, he can tie a small braid.

The two died of drought and drought, and the flood caused by flood. Therefore, they were polite and hit it off, and went out to do things, often accompanied each other, which was called Ershen.

Coincidentally, I ate three times and ordered barbecue, and gave glutinous rice wine with pickled sour radish. The three of them had been together for more than ten hours. The charlatan sipped the wine and his face was full of redness. He continued to show the two of them that they had experienced in danger when they had wandered and had a long history in the past.

"When I saw that the insect was so thick and so long."

He gestured with his size.

Chen Wangu frowned: "How come this Gu insect looks like a corn? I heard from the old man that there are also old ladies who raise Gu in western Hunan, but the Gu they raise is only so small."

He was even longer than a single stroke, and shortened a little bit.

Chen Bang listened with relish and thought Chen Wangu was too talkative: "Didn't it mean that he feeds the Gu with his body, it's good to nourish it. Besides, the one who encounters the Yunnan Black Medal Ghost. There are walls between our Hunan Medal Ghost. Maybe there are big varieties on the other side."

The charlatan continued: "I just chopped it up with one knife. I didn't know that I would chop it up in two pieces, and both pieces would run away. Is it okay to run away? I shouted, and half of my butt was dead, and I didn't delay my hand. I brushed it, chopped it up, and chopped it up, and greeted the half."

Chen Bang's whole face was pulled up: "Then your butt is okay, aren't it?"

"Why is it okay? I'm cracked and can't lie down. I've been sleeping on my tummy for several months."

Chen Wangu took a breath and quickly poured wine for the charlatan: "It's amazing, Master Jian is so brave, respect..."

He originally wanted to say "respect your butt", but he felt that he was not very elegant: "Do it, do it!"

The charlatan was proud and empty. He didn't know how to drink. Even if he had such sweet rice wine, he would have his head and his eyes were confused.

He stared at the top of the mountain with drunken eyes, raised his neck and looked at the high black squid. The mountain in Dawulingyuan was huge. Even if it was a distance from the scenic area, it seemed to be pressing on his head when he was at night: "I look at the tourist page. This mountain has a history of 200 to 300 million years."

Chen Wangu had just put a chopstick dish into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, and he said vaguely: "That's, the little stone you kicked inadvertently are all the ancestors of your ancestors."

The charlatan sighed quite emotionally: "Then you say, why do people live so short when they are the best of all things?"

If you love to build a house, you can’t live a house; if you love to accumulate wealth, you can’t live a gold and silver; if you love to buy land in circles and fields...

Haha, come on, you can't survive.

Chen Bang stroked his mouth horizontally on the skewers, skillfully putting all the mutton pieces into his mouth: "Stand Master, the mountain is not high, but the immortal is famous, and life is not long, and the texture is enough - we humans pay attention to living a texture. What does it mean to be a stone? It is 200 million or 300 million years, and it is still a stone, and we can't speak."

Chen Wangu interrupted: "There are people who live long. Who is named Peng Zu, who will live eight hundred and eight?"

Chen Bang sneered: "You believe this kind of lies."

The charlatan said: "Xiao Bangbang, you are narrow-minded. Peng Zu, that is likely to be... the last generation... um... the last generation..."

He was drunk and his tongue was a little big. Chen Bang listened with his ears for a long time, but he didn't hear the reason for his "last generation".

What was the last emperor? The last emperor? Isn’t that Puyi?

***

When I woke up early in the morning, Meng Qianzi was busy looking at the wounds in her left eye in front of the mirror.

In fact, there is medical gel and Shan Gui's own cream, the recovery is already very fast, but women are never satisfied with the requirements for appearance. Meng Qianzi only felt swollen eyelids and looked disgusting.

Thinking about it, it was all Jiang Lian hateful, Meng Qianzi wrapped her throat with anger, and felt that the room was extremely dull. She opened the curtains and pushed the windows outwards.

Last night, the air was covered with mud, grass, and forest fog washed away, which was particularly fresh. Unfortunately, it was so good that it was a pill of rat shit.

Meng Qianzi saw that Jiang Lian was standing in the yard with his hands in his pockets, his mind was leisurely and no one paid attention to him. He was happy. He walked for two steps, then squatted down again, pinched the tip of the grass to poke the insects and ants in the flower bed. His head was left and right, and his heart was spinning. You can imagine that when he reaches middle age, he must start baldness from here first.

After a while, Jiang Lian seemed to have noticed something and looked around wonderingly. When he looked up, Meng Qianzi had already sat back on the Luohan couch.

She fanned the wind with a small ball of fan, and the slower the fan. Finally, she threw the fan, walked to the door a few steps, opened the door open.

Meng Jinsong just walked to her door and was so scared that he was shocked.

Very good, so she won't scream.
Chapter completed!