"You can sit down and talk it over. Why use force? Er Lengzi, don't kill him."
"Ha, this silly boy is pretty good. I really found a treasure."
Feng Rushan took back the red silk, turned his hands over, and 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 half-smile.
"Mr. Mu is very skilled. Well, you two are superior in skills. I accept my defeat. I hope Mr. Mo can keep his word."
Chika spat out a mouthful of blood and struggled unyieldingly.
"Of course our young master keeps his word."
Everything just happened in a flash of lightning. It wasn't until everything settled that Zhewen realized what he was doing. He rushed forward, pulled out the sword from his waist, and strangled Chika's neck tightly. He felt ashamed in his heart and spoke in his mouth. He yelled fiercely and used a little force with his right hand. The sharp saber cut a shallow wound on Chika's neck. A few drops of blood seeped out and dripped on the ground along the saber.
"Er Lengzi, come back and continue eating meat."
Feng Rushan patted Deleng's back gently.
He had not arranged what happened to Deleng in advance, and he had never thought about asking Deleng for any help. He brought him here just to have a good meal and gain experience, and Deleng was half a step faster than Zhewen. , can only be attributed to talent, and perhaps, his loyalty to himself.
Murong Xuefei¡¯s requirements for Deleng were very simple: eat well, play well, and listen to the master and, of course, herself.
Feng Rushan shot Chika in the left hand, and Deleng chopped off Chika's right hand. This is considered obedient.
"oh!"
Deleng picked up the half-eaten leg of lamb, but this time, he did not sit down, and still held the small scimitar tightly in his hand.
This small scimitar was a meeting gift from Murong Xuefei to Deleng for cutting meat. It is said that it was picked up from a cave. It was very fast. Deleng liked it very much and almost never left his hand.
"Hey, you two are doing big things, don't be like little people. In the Landa Mountains, fifty miles to the east, there is an ancient Landa temple"
Mo Yun and Feng Rushan stopped talking, and Deleng even started to eat meat. Chi Ka thought for a while, but the thought of survival prevailed, and he began to tell the truth.
His story is very simple.
Chika is a wandering shepherd near Landa Ancient Temple, that is, a free shepherd who does not have his own pasture. To put it simply, he is a gangster. In winter, he often takes shelter from wind and snow in the dilapidated temple of Landa Ancient Temple. Of course, This is his own statement. While sheltering from the wind and snow, it is natural to do other things.
About thirty years ago, he accidentally found a piece of text in a statue of a god. Unfortunately, the text was too small and he couldn't see the content clearly. He could only confirm that it was related to a huge treasure, so he wanted to find someone with good eyesight. , friends with good memories, explore this wealth together.
Until today, I met Feng Rushan and his party.
Of course, Chika has been working hard during this period and has gone through various twists and turns. However, Chika is not willing to say more about those things that have nothing to do with Feng Rushan and the others.
His eyesight and memory are not innate.
Business is easy, but work is hard to put down. Forming a team to hunt for treasures is also a difficult task in Qinke Grassland.
", the text on the statue appears, and I need to input Gang Yuan with all my strength. My cultivation is shallow, I can only support a few breaths at a time, and it takes more than half a year to recover. Until now, I still haven't seen the specific details in the text. What are you talking about? When we were playing cards, I saw that Mr. Mu had a good eye"
Chika showed off his eyesight without any scruples in the service area and won money arrogantly. In addition to earning a little money to spend, he originally wanted to treat his colleagues.
He finally succeeded.
"The words on the statue are only useful for your Gang Yuan? What skills do you practice? Your form-changing spell is quite good. Are you willing to tell me about it?"
Seeing that Mo Yun had no intention of speaking, Feng Rushan thought for a while, smiled slightly, and asked lightly.
Strictly speaking, interrogating other people's skills and secret techniques is beyond the scope of Mo Yun's ability to explain things clearly. However, since Feng Rushan's question is related to the words on the statue, it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with today's events. , the key point is, people are just swordsmen, and I am fish and meat. Chika may not have the courage to be serious.
"That's right. I've looked for a few friends before, but their Gang Yuan and statues didn't respond. Hey, my skills are also related to the Landa Temple. It's a book I picked up in the temple when I was a child. I practiced randomly according to the above for a few days, and I became a second-level warrior in a daze.I couldn't find it after I was drunk. I figured out this body shaping technique by myself. Mr. Mu is interested. I will write it down for him later "
Chika pretended to be very cooperative and said vaguely.
As for whether Feng Rushan believes it or not, hehe, God knows.
"Zhewen, check here. Chika, take us to Landa Ancient Temple and find the bottle of the god."
Mo Yun looked for Feng Rushan's opinion with his eyes. Seeing that he had no objection, he directly gave the order.
3,000 years ago, when the Sirius tribe unified the Qinke Grassland, the Landa Ancient Temple was one of the most famous temples on the grassland at that time. There were many master priests in the temple, and they were powerful. Originally, Mo Yun was also planning to leave. One trip.
However, with the decline of the Sirius clan, the Landa Ancient Temple has naturally declined long ago.
"Er Lengzi, are you not full yet?"
The fragmentary scroll may not be lost, but Feng Rushan is not very interested in it. As for the body shaping technique that Chi Ka has figured out by himself, Feng Rushan wants to study it, but unfortunately, he cannot trust Chi Ka, so the temporary version is still considered Come on.
It doesn¡¯t matter whether you go to Landuo Ancient Temple or not, but he can understand Mo Yun¡¯s mood, although he doesn¡¯t want to get involved.
"I'm full. The lamb chops are delicious. I'll bring a piece for my wife and sister Shuang'er."
Deleng wrapped up two pieces of mutton chops and carefully put them into his arms.
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"Zhewen, take Chika for a checkup! Be careful."
In front of the ruins of a grand ancient temple, Mo Yun stood there for a long time, took a long breath, and said to Zhe Wen.
Chika naturally prepared some means in the tent, but this is also human nature. Mo Yun does not intend to care about it, but it is still a matter of care. Before the statue, he still has to check it carefully.
"yes!"
Chika was seriously injured and has been restrained. Zhewen is not worried about what tricks he will play, but he must be cautious when dealing with local snakes.
"Back then, this Landa ancient temple was famous for a time, sheltering countless grassland people, and it was unparalleled in its splendor. Unfortunately, as time went by and the world changed, it withered into this state in the blink of an eye. Who would protect it from the wind and rain? It is gone. The Tomb of the Heroes of Wuling, working in the fields without wine or flowers, Elder Mu, please have a glass of wine!"
Landa Ancient Temple is located in Landa Mountain. It occupies a very large area. The mountain gate has hanging brackets and painted arches. I think it was very grand and magnificent back then. However, now the walls are crumbling, the houses are collapsed, the trees are withered, the garden is ruined, the grass is desolate, there is no sound, and there are ink clouds. I looked up at the sky on horseback. I don't know when a layer of floating clouds was already covering my head. The sky was overcast but not heavy. A pale sun was struggling to pass through the gaps in the clouds. The rustling mountain wind was rising from the ground, fading. The fallen grass blades were falling, and a huge goshawk flew past the shadow of the clouds, gliding aimlessly in the air, adding a bit of uneasiness and desolation to the gray sky.
"The spring breeze and autumn grass wither and grow again, the dead are gone, the lone eagle and the setting sun come and go, such is the country. Mr. Yun, let's go in."
Feng Rushan could understand Mo Yun's mood at this time, but unfortunately, his Hungarian language was very limited, so he had to deal with it with a few random sentences.
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"This is the silver wolf statue. Sir, please look at it. In the middle of the wolf's head, there is a pattern in the shape of a handprint"
Having seen the cursed gentleness of damn Zhewen, Chika pointed at a huge silver wolf statue and did not dare to hide it at all.
He could feel that these people in front of him didn't attach much importance to the great wealth he talked about, and naturally they didn't care about his life either.
The huge silver wolf statue is lifelike. Although it has been weathered and peeled off due to long-term wind and rain, its original power can still be clearly seen. In the middle of the wolf's head, a few simple lines cleverly outline a If you don't look closely at the appearance of the palm, it will be difficult to spot it. Chika accidentally discovered the pattern on the palm of the wolf's head because a pawn ticket happened to be blown by the wind that day. The envoy put his palm in and tried to activate the Gang Yuan, and then he discovered the secret.
", if you are not in a hurry, young master, I will definitely help you when I recover from my injuries."
A trace of resentment flashed in Chika's eyes, and a slight hint of pride.
Originally, as long as Chika input Gang Yuan, a text would appear in the two eyes of the silver wolf. 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 and life-killing needle. The smooth use of Gang Yuan may not be achieved in three to five days.
Not everyone is Deleng.
"Haha, Zhewen, take him out!"
Mo Yun saw Chika's pride and sneered in his heart. He slowly walked around the silver wolf statue, stretching his fingers and mumbling something., it seems that he is calculating something.
"Elder Mu, thank you for your hard work!"
Seeing Zhe Wen's figure disappearing behind a broken wall, Mo Yun walked to the wolf's head and stood there. He calmed down, took a deep breath, and swallowed a dark red pill. His hands suddenly felt like snowflakes flying, some emanating from them. The shimmering runes flew out from his hands and disappeared into the handprints on the wolf's head. After these runes were absorbed into the handprints, they slowly approached each other as if they were attracted to each other.
With the changing of the fingering on Mo Yun's hand, the runes in the handprint were flickering and moving slowly, just like building blocks. The runes gradually accumulated and reorganized, slowly taking on the appearance of a talisman seal.
For an entire hour, Mo Yun was dripping with sweat and the mist was rising, but his eyes did not dare to move an inch, and he kept changing his fingering techniques. His fingers were sore and weak, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere. If he were not careful, all his previous efforts would be wasted.
When the last rune was typed, a burst of silver light appeared in the handprint, flowing endlessly along the handprint!