Before coming to Xiangxi, Meng Qianzi had imagined many situations when encountering mountain gallbladders, including dangers and stability, and also imagined how he was calm and resolved one by one.

I didn't expect that I would encounter anti-counterfeiting on the spot.

Her first reaction was to denounce the charlatan to talk nonsense. Then she thought, she should be in a posture at any time, so she should not be frivolous and frivolous like a hurry.

"You said this is fake, is there any evidence? Have you ever seen a mountain gut?"

The charlatan looked confused: "No, I haven't seen it before."

He seemed to react at this time, and said stumbled: "I just... I didn't feel anything when I saw it. You said it was a mountain gut. The first thought that popped up in my mind was: No, absolutely not."

Meng Qianzi smiled angrily: "I feel that you are really traveling around the world by feeling. If you feel that the mountain courage is related to you, you will come to Xiangxi all the way. If you don't feel that you dare to say that our mountain courage is fake - that is, I have a good temper. If I change my fifth mother and I have a fire-like temperament, I will slap you two ears on the spot."

After saying that, he still felt resentful and added: "If you have evidence, just take the evidence. No evidence is available. Don't be fooled by this."

The charlatan suddenly became anxious.

If it were something else, due to Meng Qianzi's identity, he probably bowed his back. But in "scientific research", no matter who you are, he has always argued: "Miss Meng, I think you look like a reasoned person. How can you look down on the feeling?"

"It is impossible for people to have strange intuitions about something for no reason. There must be reasons and causes and results. But I can't explain why this is now, but I've been looking for it all the time - sometimes, the sudden burst of intuition is more accurate than real evidence, so can't you... pay attention to it?"

Speaking of the last sentence, the voice became weaker and the momentum became weaker: for no other reason, I suddenly remembered that this was Meng Qianzi's place. When she was unhappy, she could lock him up like Guan Erwei.

Meng Qianzi shivered and refused to speak.

In fact, she felt a little shaken: along the way, she could see that the charlatan was a bit obvious, and this person was really excited and desperate to see the mountain guts. There was no possibility of any conspiracy. However, the Shangui family had been offering things that were treasured for thousands of years, but when they came up, they were said to be fake, and no one could stand it.

The atmosphere was a little stiff, Jiang Lian cleared his throat: "Actually, I think..."

Meng Qianzi glared at him: "You are here to join in the fun too?"

Jiang Lian laughed: "Don't be anxious, come, sit down first, and say something. Everyone grows a flower, so there is no need to be anxious for a red and white face."

As he said that, he sat down first, with a calm mediation posture, and his left and right hands patted his side one after another: "Sit down."

Meng Qianzi was really amused and crying when he was growing on the same flower as you. After continuing to look stern, she went over and sat down on Jiang Lian. The charlatan sat on the other side, with his head hanging down, and still muttering in his mouth: "It's...intuition."

Jiang Lian asked very well: "Miss Meng, I have three questions. The first is, when this verse of Shangui was passed down, was it just a verse, or was there a detailed explanation and note?"

Meng Qianzi thought for a while: "It's just a verse."

Jiang Lian nodded: "Then why do you understand so clearly when you have not yet got off the cliff? "

Isn’t this nonsense? Meng Qianzi said, “My Grandma Duan has come down.”

Jiang Lianxiao: "Okay, it was said by Grandma Duan."

He changed his subject: "The second question is, you are the throne of the mountain ghost, and you can open the Nine-level Mountain. The mountain gut is so precious and hanging in the third-level Mountain. Do you think it's too shallow? Just tell the real idea."

Meng Qianzi hesitated for a while: "There is indeed a little bit, but it is not unreasonable: the protection here is already very strict, and it is very difficult to cut the mountain. It is placed on the third or fifth level. In my opinion, it is just a difference between putting it on the safe against the door or the inside. Moreover, the ranking of the mountain ghost is often hanging in the air and unable to be held. For example, before I took over, the throne was hung for more than 30 years - if you hang too deep, it will cause no one to cut the gallbladder for a certain period of time."

Jiang Lian just listened quietly, without commenting. After listening, the topic changed again: "The third question."

"Now I want to praise a woman for being beautiful. Is it reasonable to listen to my description?"

Meng Qianzi was a little confused: praise a woman for being beautiful? The first two questions are considered as deducting the question. This third one is too far from the question.

Jiang Lian pondered for a moment: "She has gentle eyes, a small and elegant nose, beautiful lips, and full rosy."

After saying that, look at Meng Qianzi: "Is this description reasonable?"

Before Meng Qianzi could come back to her senses, the sage said: "The lyrics are too poor, and the writing skills of elementary school students."

Jiang Lian was both ridiculous and too lazy to argue with him, so he just looked at Meng Qianzi and waited for her to answer.

Meng Qianzi's writing skills are probably the same as him. Although this description is a bit dry, it is not a bad sentence: "No problem."

"Okay, then what if I say that: she has gentle eyes, a small and stylish nose, delicate figure, beautiful lips, and full rosy."

Meng Qianzi frowned: "This is not right. She is clearly talking about her face, but suddenly she said it was about her figure, which was a bit awkward."

Jiang Lian was waiting for her words: "Okay, I'll finish asking. Now, I'll tell you what I think."

"There may be a problem with this mountain gut, but this does not mean that there is no real mountain gut here. Grandma Duan probably did not see the real mountain gut back then."

***

Although Jiang Lian's words also imply that the mountain gill is fake, it is much more tactful than the straightforward and rough yelling of the charlatan. Meng Qianzi leaned against him without realizing it: "Why?"

The charlatan also widened his eyes.

Jiang Lian said: "You mountain ghosts are probably too familiar with this verse. When you listen to the golden rule, you never thought about going over and doubt it. But I am an outsider and a bystander. From the beginning, I vaguely felt that this verse was a bit strange."

"But I didn't think deeply at that time, and when the charlatan said it was fake, he reminded me again."

"'Beautiful head, flowers are ashamed', indeed, quite exquisite and reasonable. But you have already mentioned the 'head'. The third sentence, 'Eye drops oil', where did you go?"

He pointed to the top: "I rushed directly to the vine cover on the top of the cliff. Yes, from the bottom, the vine cover is indeed quite like an eye. Because of the temperature difference between day and night, dew and wood juice vine mixture will indeed drip oily things - but don't you think that this 'eye drops' is like describing a woman's face when she was writing an article, and suddenly switched to the figure?"

The charlatan suddenly realized and slapped his thigh: "That's right, why didn't I expect this!"

Jiang Lian continued: "The next sentence, 'Talk', went around the water flow at the peak, but to be honest, worthless. A qualified verse that hints about the route should be without nonsense, and advances layer by layer. Each sentence has real meaning - the sentence "Beautiful head, a hundred flowers are ashamed" is passed because it points out where the gallbladder is located among the many stone peaks, but what does 'Pupils dripping oil, and tongue are as smooth as it guides you?"

"That's why I ask you if there is a detailed explanation for this verse passed down back then. Now it seems that there are only two possibilities: either this verse is made up, or... Duan Taipo didn't find the real 'eye dripping' or 'tongue walking' at that time."

Speaking of this, he smiled: "But it can't be blamed for her. She recited this verse and subconsciously went to find the right place. When she saw that it was almost the same, she would inevitably have preconceived ideas - or, the current "pupil dripping" and "tongued walking around" are the suspicious arrays set up by the ancestors of the mountain ghost, and the purpose is to lead people astray. In other words, the ancestors of the mountain ghosts do not want people to be brave enough, and even conceal their descendants."

Meng Qianzi was almost dazed when she heard it.

Yes, this rebuttal is quite powerful: the "pupil dripping" and "tongued walking around" they understand now are just two nonsense that describes the scenery, without any guidance - a verse with a hidden route should be mysterious every word, so how could such irrelevant content be inserted?

She murmured: "My Grandma Duan... It's such a pity. She is only one step away. She actually noticed some of it. She said that this verse is nonsense and far-fetched, but..."

But no matter how legendary the Grandma Duan is, she is a mortal rather than a god.

Meng Qianzi remembered that the great master said that Duan Wenxi updated and annotated many mountain plots, believing that in ancient times, people had little knowledge and exaggerated many phenomena and needed to look at them in a straightforward way. Perhaps it was this prejudice and conceit that made her not investigate even if she noticed something was wrong.

So sometimes, don’t blame others easily. Perhaps the problem lies in yourself - Duan Wenxi’s words “nonsense” attribute all the omissions to the shallowness of her predecessors, but in fact, she stepped into the fork in the road.

Jiang Lian sighed too.

It was a bit of a pity that Duan Wenxi went down to the third mountain and saw this "mountain gut". But she had no information at hand, and she didn't know what the mountain gut should look like. There was no such person like the charlatan around her and suddenly made amazing words, telling her that the mountain gut was fake, so after looking at it, she just thought it was "a stupid stone, but I'll just go there."

Meng Qianzi suddenly thought of something: "Then why do you think the real mountain gut is still here? What if this is a mysterious and mysterious tomb?"

Jiang Lian laughed: "Two reasons."

"The first is, to borrow your words, the protection here is nested one layer after another, which is really a good place to hide things. After thousands of years of dynasty changes and the changes in the weather, I really can't think of any place that can be safer and safer than here - it took such a big trouble, just a doubtful tomb, isn't it a bit too idle?"

"Secondly, I have to thank our old friend, Miss Baishui Xiaobai. She pursued you hard and fought with your life. She used all kinds of tricks. If you were a rockery, I would be too sorry for her efforts."

Meng Qianzi laughed, yes, Bai Shuixiao's eagerness proves that there is something here.

The charlatan looked at this and then that, and his heart suddenly thumped: "So, my intuition is right? But why do I... have this intuition? I have never seen a mountain courage."

Jiang Lian patted his shoulder: "You have to eat in one bite. Let's talk about your question later. What we are looking for now is the mountain gall."

Speaking of this, he looked at Meng Qianzi: "Are you going to do it?"

Meng Qianzi's eyes flashed with a strange look and replied to him: "Go down, why don't you?"

When he decided to take the mountain guts, his second mother Tang Yuru firmly opposed it. His third mother Ni Qiuhui made a smooth move and said, "Look at what's the matter. Duan Gun has left such a big diary and even the route has been drawn. We can still make mistakes?"

It is certainly safe to copy the gourd, but it also lacks a lot of excitement. It is like chewing sugarcane that others have chewed once, it is boring. If you fail, it is useless, and if you succeed, it is also the contribution of your predecessors.

But now it’s different. Grandma Duan, who is like a god, turns out to be a mistake. The album that has never been revealed in the past has to be written by her.

***

Go down, why don’t you?

It was easy to say, but when it was really down, it was not as simple as touching the upper and lower lips. Jiang Lian could see that Meng Qianzi became even more tired every time the next level: she was gasping for breath, her legs trembled, her forehead and cheeks were sweating, and even her back was soaked with sweat.

Moreover, the "node" that allows people to take a break is getting smaller and smaller: it was like a 1/2 elevator cabin with an olive core. When it was down to the eighth level, it was like a tall, flat melon seeds, and it was difficult for people to stand. In order to leave more space for Meng Qianzi to rest, Jiang Lian could only squeeze the charlatan. Poor charlatan, with his limbs on his side, and he was really like a gecko that was only flattened. Even so, his mouth was not idle.

"If the next level is smaller, the three of us will have to squeeze into a ball, as if they were stuffed in."

I couldn't think of ordering it. Jiang Lian ignored him and poured a bottle of water to quench Meng Qianzi's thirst. But the charlatan's words were really demonic, which made him think more: If Erfu had not been locked into the spacious stone chamber, but stuffed it into a narrow gap that only accommodated only one person, the quarrying worker went down with one blow and smashed a dead body from the closed rock, he would have fainted on the spot.

Meng Qianzi wiped the sweat from her forehead: "The next level is the limit I can reach. I can only hope it is bigger. If it is small, there will be no place to hang the mountain guts."

Jiang Lian said: "The next level will definitely be different."

...

The ninth level.

"Jiu" has always been an intriguing word in Chinese culture: the highest point of the sky is called Jiuxiao, and the deepest point of the earth is called Jiuquan. All the relatives of human beings gather together, and they are only Jiuqin. No matter how big the earth is, it is not as big as the Jiuzhou.

On the ninth level, it suddenly became clear.

It is twice as big as the third heavier, the air is stagnant, and the scene is also strange. At first glance, it looks like there are many stone frost on the mountain wall, and it looks like there are many curled white hairs. Jiang Lian held Meng Qianzi, and before he could speak, the charlatan rushed down and shouted: "Stone hair! Crystal flower!"

Jiang Lian couldn't understand: "What is that?"

Meng Qianzi replied in a low voice: "You don't know this, even people from mountain ghosts may not know that this is a non-gravity water phenomenon."

The corresponding non-gravity water is gravity water.

Generally speaking, most caves have gravitational water deposits generated by gravity, such as stalagmites, stone pillars, stalactites, etc. Most of the things seen in caves are like this.

However, there are a very few caves. Because they are too closed, the flow of air is almost impossible to detect. The water droplets that slowly seep in from the capillaries on the wall of the cave have a surface tension greater than the gravity, and will not drip down. Instead, they attach to the rock wall for a long time, slowly deposit and crystallize. If they are old enough, they will produce stone hairs, curly stones, and even crystal flowers. Moreover, because they "get rid of" the gravity, these crystals will curl in any direction, forming an extremely shocking wonder.

The charlatan was so excited that his voice trembled: "This kind of rare thing I have seen in Guangxi, and it is all sporadic. There is only one stone flower in Guilin. It is like a treasure. It means that it can grow so many stone-wool crystal flowers here, which means it is very long and no one has come for too long. Yes, it is this, it must be here."
To be continued...