Jiang Lian and the sage returned to the camp.

The acceptance of strange situations among the mountain do is actually far beyond that of ordinary people, but this time it was still shocked. In addition, most of the mountain do not know the inside story, such a realistic scene suddenly comes to the front of you, which will inevitably lead to some trouble.

They were in groups of three or five, whispering but fiercely.

"What are those? Freaks?"

"Can it be filming? The kind of human-demon war, Mirage Bead recorded the scenes of filming?"

"Bad, there are only actors, no cameras, and no staff?"

"It's not like aliens. Aliens are all high-tech and they have UFOs."

...

Xian Qionghua heard it funny and waved her hand to let Meng Jinsong over: "This...you can find a way to control it. Since they have seen it, it is inevitable to discuss it, but don't spread out."

Meng Jinsong was familiar with handling such things: "Or, just like the matter of the cave god, sign a confidentiality agreement?"

Yamado is very wise, and it is funny to say that they are proud to be able to participate in confidentiality incidents. Such confidentiality incidents are generally named in the form of "date + place name". After a personal resume, there are a few more such things, which are like a string of medals, showing that a personal experience has been extraordinary and strange.

Anything is good, just achieve your goal, Xian Qionghua nodded.

At this end, Jing Rusi had already strode to meet Jiang Lian and the others and asked, "Did you really see it?"

Jiang Lian was stunned for a moment before he realized that what she was talking about was looking at the divine eyes.

He nodded: "The cowhide scroll in Yan Luo's hand is on the front and back. The one he looked at is a roadmap. There are many words written on the back. It is very likely that it is some of the records left by the ancestors of the Kuang family."

Jing Rusi still didn't believe it: "Can you really remember it?"

She remembered that Jiang Lian was chasing the cow in the field, jumping and jumping, sometimes in front of the cow, sometimes on the left of the cow - in just a few seconds, the mirage jumped away. If it were her, I was afraid that it was not clear whether the characters or drawings were on the cow curl.

Jiang Lian smiled: "I'll try my best."

After saying this, Jing Rusi didn't know what to say anymore. She changed the subject: "Just, you two were standing there, what were you talking about?"

***

This topic is not suitable for public discussion. Jing Rusi saw Jiang Lian's concerns and invited him and the sage to enter Meng Qianzi's tent, leaving Meng Jinsong to cook chores outside.

Jiang Lian made a long story short and told his own and the charlatan’s speculation.

Meng Qianzi said strangely: "Does 'they' all look like that? But it's normal for me to see the portrait of Huangdi."

The charlatan said to her: "Miss Meng, what is 'normal'? You are also experiencing the 'human-oriented' aesthetic problem."

Jing Rusi thought to herself: "This reminds me that I often stay in Huashan Mountain, not far from Baoji. There is a Yan Emperor Temple there. I went to the ancestral hall. The statue of Yan Emperor also had a cow horn. The introduction also said that Yan Emperor was a human body with a ox head."

Speaking of this, she looked at Xian Qionghua: "I thought this was a symbolic technique of art. Emperor Yan was a farmer, so he portrayed him as a diligent and hardworking old ox."

Xian Qionghua laughed and cried.

Jiang Lian pondered for a moment: "Actually, it doesn't have to be that long. I think half and half. Some may look like humans, while others are far from human appearance."

Because counting boxes to seal treasures is a major event for the gods, it is unlikely that ordinary people will participate. Moreover, the dragon fell and the people at the scene played tragic songs around the bonfire. It was obvious that they were mourning their own destiny. If there were ordinary people inside, they would yell at random that "the glory is no longer there, where will we go?" wouldn't it be too funny?

Besides, they look a variety of, including cow heads and mantis heads. It is not uncommon for some people to look like.

Meng Qianzi said: "There must be a large human-like ratio on the Huangdi side and it is easy to get close to the human race. Chiyou's side is the opposite - no wonder Chiyou resists the fusion with humans. He thinks he is very beautiful and has pure bloodline. Maybe he doesn't look down on Huangdi's appearance in normal times... It's like, I don't want to let me grow into a monkey in the future."

Jiang Lian was really amused and crying, but Meng Qianzi's analogy really hits people's hearts: perhaps in the eyes of the Chiyou clan, a person's appearance is equivalent to the appearance of a monkey in Meng Qianzi's eyes.

The talisman cleared his throat: "In fact, in history, Yan Emperor and Huang Emperor also fought a war. Later, Yan Emperor surrendered and probably accepted Huang Emperor's approach: because Huang Emperor had a wife and a son, Yan Emperor? I know he had a daughter named Jingwei, but Chiyou, whether it is legend or history, there has never been any record in this regard."

Meng Qianzi muttered: "He wants to reproduce by itself."

Xian Qionghua suddenly thought of something and her heart tightened: "The perfection is the appearance of a deformed person. Then... the water ghosts were transformed back then, were they actually transformed successfully?"

Jiang Lian shook his head: "I can only say that the indicator of appearance has been achieved, but what they value most is the ability to reproduce itself. This item is simply terrible."

The ideal situation is for generations, generation after generation. In fact, there are very few who can survive twenty years. On the contrary, it is a non-water ghost like Yan Luo who has taken the lead in his rebirth lifespan. Jiang Lian felt that Zong Hang's lifespan should not be shorter than Yan Luo.

Jing Rusi murmured: "In other words, only the rebirth of the water ghost can be like a return to the ancestor? Why? I see those water ghosts, it is no different from us."

Meng Qianzi corrected her: "How come it is the same? I asked me to say that choosing a water ghost is right. Isn't it said that the first life on earth comes from water? Water ghosts can have the same veins and breathes with water. Their physique is originally quite suitable for this kind of... conversion."

It's easy. After all, the water ghost is an outsider. Jing Rusi's care can give them is limited. She brought the topic back to normal: "Duan Zihui and Yan Luo have appeared here, our eight-man team has also come, and something happened to Shi Xiaohai here. Does this mean we... have arrived at the place?"

Jiang Lian nodded: "Yan Luo is holding a road map in his hand. He is obviously looking for somewhere to compare the map. The final destination is likely to be marked on the map. As long as we can restore the map, it should be not far from finding the body of Grandma Duan...."

It's not far from finding the box.

Jing Rusi was excited when she heard this and blurted out: "Can you please draw it as soon as possible? We can draw it earlier, and we can arrange it earlier."

Before Jiang Lian could answer, Meng Qianzi spoke first: "Don't let me know, Si Ma, they are not convenient to do it at night, so I'm afraid it's not safe. It's midnight, so let Jiang Lian rest first, and it's not too late to do it tomorrow morning."

Jing Rusi was stunned, but she still smiled reluctantly and said, "That's OK..."

When Jiang Lian saw that Jing Rusi and Xian Qionghua were both disappointed, his heart thumped: Isn’t this the time for him to show off?

He said: "I can try it. After all, it is a big deal. Not only for Grandma Duan, but also for the whereabouts of four mountain dwellers are unknown. If you find it earlier, there may be hope. Everyone doesn't have to worry about it."

This really came to Jing Rusi's heart. She couldn't help but nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Xiao Jiang is really... sensible, then thank you for your hard work."

Meng Qianzi was on the side and glanced at the two of them angrily. Seeing this, she was really a wicked person.

Although Jing Rusi has never seen the eyes of the gods in person, he has heard a lot of them: "Then let's make arrangements immediately? Do you have to arrange someone to cooperate with you? Is Jinsong OK? He is doing things safely."

Meng Jinsong?

OK, although it was not the one he wanted, Jing Rusi had spoken and Jiang Lian was not very troublesome. He was about to nod when the charlatan next to him suddenly said: "That's not OK, it must be a woman. This is the rule of their God-Eye Seal. Last time I wanted to help Xiao Lian apply God-Eye Seal, but they were eliminated."

Jing Rusi said "Ah": "There is such a priority to sticking to the divine eyes?"

Damn it!

Jiang Lian almost forgot that there was another rule he set. He had to stick to whatever he said, so as not to slap in the face: "Yes, we... have this rule."

When I said this, I felt guilty.

Fortunately, Jing Rusi knew very little about the Secret Eye, and the faction was even more unpredictable.

Female...

She looked at Xian Qionghua, originally wanted to ask whether she was coming or herself - Meng Qianzi had been looking at the mountain mirage for a long time, and Jing Rusi didn't want to work on her anymore.

But Xian Qionghua said, "Let Sister Zi come. She and Jiang Lian are good at cooperating better than us."

Meng Qianzi lowered her eyes and said, "I'm just casual, it doesn't matter."

***

Meng Qianzi had an injury on her leg and was inconvenient to move, so she was executed in her tent.

After preparing the paper and pen, everyone else retreated. In order to keep quiet, in addition to silence, they also moved away the nearby tents.

Jiang Lian always thought about finding an opportunity to be alone with Meng Qianzi these days. Suddenly, everyone was cooperating and "supporting" them to be alone, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

The wind outside was growing taller and smaller, like countless light or heavy feet rubbing across the roof of the tent, Jiang Lian smoothed the paper in front of him.

Without pencils, I went into the mountains to search and search, and it was good to carry one or two water pens with me. After collecting the mountain ghost, I got about ten pieces. Jiang Lian looked at them one by one, and then looked at Meng Qianzi: "I shouldn't change pens frequently. If you feel tired, just rest."

Meng Qianzi pinched her throat and learned from Jing Rusi's words: "Xiao Jiang is really... sensible, so thank you for your hard work."

He snorted coldly again: "What did I say, it seems that they didn't hear it."

Jiang Lian sighed: "I am not familiar with my fourth aunt. I don't owe her money or want her. I sprint eastward when she pointed to the east, and I rolled westward when she pointed to the west. Who are you?"

Meng Qianzi burst out laughing.

She sat next to Jiang Lian, helped him put on a brush, and asked him: "The roadmap and description should not be too detailed, it will be enough soon, right?"

Jiang Lian shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case. I just glanced at that account. It was all traditional Chinese characters. I actually couldn't write traditional Chinese characters. In other words, I want to 'draw' all those characters like painting, and you see, this stroke..."

He pulled out the cover and frowned.

What problems can a pen have? Is it because there is no water? If there is no water, change one.

Meng Qianzi leaned over to look at it. At almost the same time, Jiang Lian suddenly turned his head and pecked her lips gently.

Before Meng Qianzi could react, and before he could even be confused, he sat back to his original place as if nothing had happened and said, "Okay, I'll start, stop talking."

As he said that, he held the pen in his hand and closed his eyes.

What do I fuck...

Meng Qianzi raised his hand and wanted to give him a punch on the back of his head. He stopped his hand in the air and saw that he was indeed entering the state, so he couldn't lift it down.

Is there anything like this? It would be fine if I don’t say hello, but she won’t let her speak after all. She has done her job seriously and pretends to be like a silly...

Meng Qianzi gritted her teeth and slowly retracted her hands, but she couldn't explain why. She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked her lips.

That place was warm and soft, slightly wet, and suddenly her cheeks were burning, as if she had done something shameful. She hurriedly retracted her hands, uneasy to sort out her temples, and stroking her hair, and looking around with guilt, just like someone peeking at her next door.

He was also suspicious: Will anyone see it outside? Although it is in a tent, there is a lamp inside, and the shadow of a person will be reflected on the tent cloth.

It doesn't matter, she convinced herself that it was just a cross between the heads and shadows, and she could also be handing something.

I just thought about it for a while, and I came to my senses until the rustling sound of writing in my ears.

She glanced at the paper and found that what Jiang Lianxian painted was Kuang's account and book, which was arranged vertically in traditional Chinese. He wrote in the painting technique, and his posture was quite funny, but this did not prevent the words from being arranged one by one.

Meng Qianzi's heart moved: These are the words, and she can read them while writing them, and there is no need to wait until they are finished writing them all.
To be continued...