——What if one day, the Phoenix Luan Buckle is opened again?

——Don’t worry, no one in this world can open the Phoenix Luan Buckle.

Now it seems that the names of people in this row, the group of five people, are really like a statement about me.

The charlatan murmured: "The great saints also say the wrong things."

Cao Yanhua couldn't figure it out: "At the beginning, since I could seal the seven evil slices, why didn't I just destroy them? Cut the grass without eradicating the roots. This generation has been so annoying."

Luo Ren said: "If you can think of this, I will definitely think of it - if you seal it but don't destroy it, it can only explain one thing."

Yan Hongsha turned to look at him: "What does it mean?"

The answer was Kiyo. She kept looking at the names of people, her eyes were filled with bright silver, and said, "He probably can't destroy it."

For a moment of silence, Cao Jiefang was extremely jubilant. He flapped his small wings and flew high and low to peck at the shiny words on the fog, and he always pecked at the empty space - it didn't understand that this was just a projection and had no substance, and his small eyes were full of confusion that could not be obtained.

The projected light characters gradually faded and blurred, as if they were about to melt into the fog in the next moment. The stars that shot out from the Four Archways were slowly extinguished. Luo Ren came back to his senses first: "Go to the Archways and take a look."

When I walked over, I heard Cao Yanhua talking behind me: "My little master, do you think these names make people feel terrified?"

Yan Hongshaqi said: "Why?"

Luo Rensm smiled. Hongsha was as always unwilling to think. Every time she discussed something, she always stared at the biggest eyes, and most of the lines were "Why", "Tell me quickly", "Let me tell me."

Cao Yanhua muttered: "It's a bit like a sacrifice to the dead. Wouldn't the names be listed on the tombstone?"

Yan Hongsha spat on him: "Aren't they just dead people? The last round of subduing evil Jian was the time of the Ming Dynasty. If he lived to this day and still died, it would be so scary."

Cao Yanhua was dissatisfied: "There are two types of death, one is dead and the other is dead young... Oh, little master, the ancestor of our master, that plum blossom Zhao, has the Grand Master mentioned how he died?"

Without an answer, a strange silence came, Luo Ren stopped and looked back at her.

Kiyo frowned, as if trying to recall something, he paused and spoke inconclusively.

"My master has not mentioned it clearly, but I remember that once I practiced martial arts, my master said regretfully that many of the moves in the sect were created by the ancestors, but they were unable to figure out the ultimate - if the ancestors can live longer, even if they are the life of the middle-aged man, the effect of the moves may be very different."

Cao Yanhua said in his heart: That's just that he died early. Master Tai said it too tactfully. He subdued evil Jian and did not dare to praise him for being great. In the end, he was selfless dedication. Why didn't a good person get good rewards?

The matter involved in the master's sect, and he turned around and swallowed it back, and he didn't dare to see the light of day.

Luo Ren's heart sank for no reason.

——Palaces, first seen in the Zhou Dynasty, were originally used as commemorative objects for filial piety. They are mostly found in gardens, temples, palaces, [malls], and streets.

Congratulations and tombs are not words that make people feel happy.

***

The stars at Guansi Pailou were covered, the projected light disappeared, and the wind stopped at some point, and the fog spread out and became a foggy valley again.

The box has changed from tilt to positive. Looking closely, it was originally suspended in the center of the vitreous body, but now it is close to the edge.

Yan Hongsha took a breath: "Will this box pop out with a 'puff' after a while?"

Ten thousand three subconsciously retorted: "It's impossible, this is solid."

To be honest, Xiao Jiujiu, who had not given up on chiseling a "diamond" in his heart, did not consider that if such a large piece was really a diamond, with the hardness of the diamond, he could not find a tool to chisel.

After saying that, as if to prove it, he reached out to knock on the glass surface. When he was tentacles, his face changed and he shouted: "It's soft!"

It's not just softer, but the touch has changed from the original cold to the slightest warmth, as if it's gradually heating up.

Luo Ren squatted down and reminded everyone to look at the bottom of the Sipailou.

The Yin-Yang Pisces Tai Chi discs were filled with water on their respective plates. Not only that, tiny bubbles continued to float and crack at the bottom of the plate, and the water was gradually boiling.

What's even more strange is that the water should be flowing, boundless and seamless, but in this plate, it can be clearly seen that there is an s-shaped curve that separates the water on the plate, and the thrust on both sides seems to be competing with each other. The two Pisces biting their heads and tails slowly swim, and whirlpool-shaped fish eyes appear on the heads and heads.

The thrust and resistance became more and more intense, and sharp sawtooths appeared at the S-shaped curve, like the force on one side quickly biting into the other side, and like a battle formation on the ancient battlefield. Both sides went from array confrontation, to vanguard fighting, and to a large-scale charge.

No one paid attention to the box, and they all watched the changes in the water level in the Tai Chi disk with their breathing in. What would happen in the end if compared with this?

Just when the water was no longer boundary and the whole plate was boiling, there was a crisp sound, like the glass was shattered. The one facing Mu Day, she reacted extremely quickly and fell to the ground.

The box was actually pushed out of the glass body, with great force, pressing against her hair, and a muffled sound was falling about ten meters behind her.

The flashlight shone, and the box was dark and solid, silent and silent, without padlocks, but it forced everyone to breathe.

The charlatan accidentally retracted his eyes and screamed: "This..."

How to describe it? The glass body is completely distorted and mutated. There is a line of ejected out in the center, which is exactly the moment the box came out. I knocked it with a flashlight, and the sound of the gold and stone is loud, and it is cold and hard as before.

The seven wooden pieces made by Luban were half exposed outside the glass body. They reached out to push, and seemed to be able to push them.

Looking at the Sipailou, the shape of no lock is completely unattainable, but it is the most incredible safe in this world and completely in line with the principle of locking...

The character "来" in seal script is "金" (金), the right half is the upper and lower structure, the upper and lower structure is "来" (金) above, and the traditional Chinese "来" (金) below. Use gold and water to hide valuable treasures.

This Sipail Tower is built at the bottom of the river where the river flows in the middle of the night and the gurgling water in the sun. This type of glass body is like gold when it condenses and like water when it opens. It is simply a naturally formed, sensible and graphic "lock".

***

The small thin rope was tied to the ground nail on one end and Cao Jiefang's legs were tied to the other end, allowing it to "limited freedom to move" outside.

The tent inside and outside are placed down, and the flashlight is hanging in the center and the four walls. The tent is as bright as daylight. Everyone sits in a large circle. When the zipper on the door is pulled to the bottom, in addition to the breathable mesh, the inside and outside are almost closed, and the rivers, fog and Guansi Pailhouse are also separated in an instant.

In the center of the sitting area is the dark box.

Cao Yanhua was a little uncomfortable, and the black box always reminded him of the thing the rescuers were looking for immediately after the plane crash. This night, too many signs would cause people's ominous associations about death.

The charlatan rubbed his hands and reached out to open the cover. He seemed to think of something halfway through, and then retracted.

Kiyo said: "I'll do it."

He rushed to the clouds and watched the four archways. The wooden key was handed over to her. The secret was told by her master Meihua Jiuniang. The leader of the last round of subduing evil Jian was the ancestor of her master.

It should be her.

She rolled her sleeves to the bend of the elbow, let out her breath, stretched out her hand, stopped by the lid for a while, and slowly uncovered it.

Except for Luo Ren, everyone's body illuminated a little unconsciously: Who knows what will pop up inside? Poisonous fog? A hidden weapon like a pear blossom needle in the rainstorm? Or it explodes with a bang?

In fact, the tent is narrow and if you really hit the above guess, no one can escape.

Fortunately, the weather is calm.

Kiyo exclaimed: "So shallow?"

The charlatan used to measure it with a tape measure. The height of the wooden box was about 30cm, but when the lid was opened, the depth was only 5cm.

There is 100% interlayer at the bottom.

In the box, there is a wooden board with dense tops, with characters and paintings, and the page is divided into small grids and small grids, each grid is about one square centimeter, leaving an empty space in the lower right corner to facilitate the removal of the characters and plates one by one piece.

It's a bit like the nine-grid puzzle that children play, but this one has more grids. After taking out the woodblock, two concave square grids of about one centimeter appear on the bottom of the smooth box, with the concave patterns all over the kite figure.

Is it Lu Ban's handwriting again?

The charlatan's heart moved, and from the empty position of the woodblock, he picked up a piece or two of the characters from the blank space. It was not difficult to find that the characters in each square were moving, and the back was full of kite pictures, but when you look closely, it was different. Some kites raised their heads and some lowered their heads, which reminded people of the stone lions on the Lugou Bridge. They looked similar, but in fact they were not similar.

The charlatan was excited: "I understand. This is like a movable type plate. Each piece can be disassembled. There is a picture of the kite on the bottom. You have to select two of them and press them into the concave square. After pressing them in, the mezzanine may appear. In other words, there is still a mechanism in this box."

Ten thousand San frowned, thinking that Lu Ban was a bit too showy: Yes, I know you are smart, can you be more low-key? Silver-eyed bat, it would be fine if you look at the Sipailou so mysterious, even a wooden box requires a mechanism to set up a mechanism. What's the matter?

Luo Ren suddenly thought of something: "This movable type version is a bit like movable type printing. But I remember that movable type printing seems to be invented by Bi Sheng during the Northern Song Dynasty? It is nearly a thousand years behind the era of Lu Ban."

Cao Yanhua snorted in his nose: "Little Brother Luo, don't you understand Lu Ban? A typical person who closes the door and eats alone. He built a wooden kite that can fly. Who did you see him passing the technology to? He invented this movable type woodblock first, but he just didn't say anything, so many years later that Bi Sheng invented it - if he had a little sharing spirit, the Chinese nation's technological level had already improved by leaps and bounds, and it would not be the United States' turn to the moon."

I really can't tell that Cao Yanhua's crystal glass heart has a hot patriotism.

What he said was reasonable, Luo Ren smiled bitterly and reminded the charlatan: "Look at what they said on the woodblock."

The charlatan nodded, and took out a folding magnifying glass from the cloth bag he was carrying, and pushed the glasses on his nose. He looked at the wooden board for a while and looked at it, his face became more and more strange, and he said, "Little Radish, if you find paper and pen, we have to draw a picture."

It was probably difficult to understand. The departure was hasty and there was no paper preparation. Luo Ren took out the spare pads for the tent from his backpack, asked everyone to help unfold them, and threw two fluorescent markers on it.

The charlatan ignored everything in front of him, frowned and looked at the wooden board, and then looked up at the roof of the tent, looking at the top of the tent.

A wooden plate was not long, and it was quickly seen. After reading it, it was passed to Yan Hongsha. When she saw the ancient characters that she didn't recognize on the screen, she was frightened and saw the same strokes as ants climbing. With a glance, she only saw a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram. She passed the wooden plate to Mu Dai next to her and said to the charlatan: "Let me tell me."

The name is too small, and Mu Dai was a little dizzy when he saw it. Cao Yanhua came over to look at it together and muttered to the side: "I'll go, what's this thing? What's this? Why do people look like cakes..."

When it was passed to 10,000,000, he was too lazy to read it, so he handed it to Luo Ren directly. Anyway, someone would share it after reading it, which saved time and was more efficient.

Luo Ren held it in his hand and did not hand it back to the charlatan: "Tell me, I'll see when you talk."

The charlatan grabbed a marker in his hand, lifted the cover, as if thinking about how to start the topic.

"There is a Tai Chi diagram of Yin and Yang Pisces on this woodblock. It is said in history that the Tai Chi diagram was painted by Chen Tuan of the Song Dynasty. However, because this diagram is very simple, we do not rule out that someone has drawn it before Chen Tuan."

He lay on the tarpaulin and drew a yin and yang Pisces. His hands were unstable and his outer circle was shaking and shaking like a flattened egg.

"The Tai Chi diagram has a meaning of repeating itself and ending. The whole diagram is reversed. Some people say that the Tai Chi diagram is a macroscopic thinking mode of the universe, reflecting the laws of the movement of celestial bodies and the development of everything, covering space and time, covering all things, in short, it can be applied to anything."

Yan Hongsha wanted to laugh, but the charlatan said it seriously, and she didn't dare: Just the simple drawings are all-encompassing?

The charlatan stared at the picture: "The words on that wooden board are said to be written by Lao Tzu. He talked about people, and he said that people are Tai Chi."

Luo Ren laughed and understood. No wonder Cao Yanhua just said, "How come people look like cakes?" This cake is the Tai Chi diagram, right?

"When he said this, he drew a random painting and said, "This is a man."

As he said that, the charlatan took the other end of the pen and pointed a flat egg on the tarpaulin.
To be continued...