Mr. Hei San scolded: "No nonsense, no lock...that's because it fell, no seams...that's because your eyes are small, you can't see the seams, right?"

The bandits burst into laughter again.

The minion turned around with a bitter face, his eyes were indeed very small. He was probably overwhelmed by this: "Third Master, really, I want to talk nonsense, so I asked Ma Biaozi to dig out the intestines."

This oath is much more vicious than the sky hitting the five thunders. After all, there are fewer thunders rolling in the sky, but in those days, Ma Biaozi ran all over the mountain.

Mr. Hei San was half-believing and half-doubted: "Let me see."

The boss wanted to see, and the bandits naturally cooperated. More than a dozen torches came up and reflected the box in a slight way. After looking at it for a while, Hei San said "huh" and took his hand to pat the box body, listening to the sound like a ripe melon. He kept turning the box over and standing up, for fear of missing something subtle.

This made it convenient for Jiang Lian: the box had six sides, which was originally thrown to the ground, and one side was close to the ground. After he looked carefully, he couldn't see the whole picture. Now it turned over and stood up again, and finally he saw it clearly.

This box is really exquisitely carved, with patterns, figures, birds and beasts on it. For a moment, I just glanced at it in a hurry and it was difficult to describe it all. I just vaguely feel that the lines are flowing, and they are made in one go and lifelike. I really don’t know who has the ability to carve this line of knife.

Mr. Hei San murmured: "Fuck his wife..."

A cruel look suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Your third grandfather really doesn't believe it!"

After speaking, he pulled out an axe from behind his waist, raised his high place, and a piece of flesh on his face moved, and he slashed hard towards the box.

Jiang Lian screamed out loudly. At this moment, he forgot that everything was an illusion. He bent his elbow and hit Hei Sanye's chest hard, trying to stagger him, causing the axe to slash.

In this world, I am most afraid of this kind of thing. The pearls are secretly cast, and the ancient calligraphy and paintings that experts have restored over time have been restored by experts. When they reach the illiterate old man in rural areas, they are just crispy pot paper, and they will be despised that they cannot burn for a long time. This third master of Hei doesn't know anything, so he just throws away the calligraphy and paintings of Old Man Baishi as waste, but this box...

The collision naturally left empty. Jiang Lian didn't stand up and almost fell. Meng Qianzi was looking at Hei San. Suddenly, he saw Jiang Lian fall out and hurriedly reached out to grab it. He was one step late and grabbed it.

At this moment, I suddenly heard an extremely ugly buzzing sound, which was comparable to a scratching pot and saw. Hei Sanye spread his axe, shook his hands, and screamed in pain.

Jiang Lian came to see him in a hurry.

I don’t know what material this box is, but it is so hard. The force of the axe left only a white seal on the carved box surface. However, the third master of Hei was injured by the recoil force: the tiger’s mouth cracked and blood flowed from his palm.

Can't even cut axe?

Jiang Lian was shocked and felt a little relieved: he had always worried that the box would be discarded in the wilderness. The rain had been blowing snow for nearly a hundred years, and the box had long decayed, so the prescriptions inside could not be preserved. Now it seems that it is a worry.

The boss was injured and the bandits were in a panic. Some people quickly took out the medicine from their arms, some people took the materials on the spot and tore a silk robe to get cloth to wrap the wounds of Hei San. Some people went up and kicked the box away to please Hei San, and cursed: "Broken copper and iron."

In the chaos, Jiang Lian noticed that the master, named Yan Luo, looked at the box again and again.

Jiang Lian's heart thumped up and down, and he looked up and down carefully.

These bandits are all mountain bandits who are only greedy for women with alcohol and sex, and do not know a single word. Only this Yama has seen the world and probably read books. They know that the valuable things in this world are far more than gold and silver, but also that some strange objects must have their value.

Master Hei San was furious, and his one-eyed eyes were so angry that he almost burst out his eyes: "Make a fire for me and burn it!"

Yan Luo shouted anxiously: "Third Master!"

He trotted to Master Hei San, smiling as if he was pleased: "I said Master Third, do we have to hurry up? In the end, it is a robbery. If someone comes to the future, it will be inconvenient."

He pointed to the hill-like cages: "You put so many valuable things on your door, and you can't make a mistake with a broken box... it doesn't understand it, it's just a dead thing."

Mr. Hei San was stunned. After thinking again, he felt that this was very reasonable and praised him: "It's still the master who thinks carefully, or do you mean the literate person's brains are so wise?"

As he said that, he glanced at the box again: "It's really worthless?"

Yan Luo underestimated: "The carving is good, it can be worth one or two foreign money, but it depends on whether anyone buys it - this box has no joints, so I told you, it's just a welded box shell."

The minion with pigtail braids was puzzled: "Master, why are they fleeing, why are they carrying an empty box shell?"

Yan Luo said: "You don't understand this. This is called an empty city plan. Those who sell opium should bring a few boxes of mountain goods and pretend to be legitimate merchants. When they encounter robbery, they throw away the boxes of mountain goods and lead the evil people to rob them. They take advantage of this loophole to protect the opium and escape. These are all pretexts."

"This family brings valuable calligraphy and paintings and empty boxes. This is the same reason. We have been surrounded by them. Otherwise, they would throw these valuable goods down and coax us to rob them, and run away with gold, silver and foreign money. Wouldn't we lose a lot?"

The minion suddenly realized.

Mr. Hei San also praised Yan Luo: "It's still the master who is knowledgeable. Or if you want to pull a village to the top of the mountain, you must have a literate master!"

Yan Luo smiled modestly, smiling, and his eyes drifted to the two boxes that were abandoned aside.

...

The next unboxing was much smoother, and every bite was not disappointed. Hei Sanye asked someone to reload the box, including foreign money, gold and silver, pearls and jade jewelry, and the best silk and satin were also installed. He picked up expensive ones and packed them in total. When he was lifted on the horse, even the legs of the pack horse were staggered by the weight.

Mr. Hei San was too lazy to pay attention to the remaining empty boxes and corpses on the ground. With a wave of his hand, he wanted to pull people back to the village. Yan Luo came out and suggested: "Mr. Third Master, let's clean up. There are boxes everywhere on the corpses on this ground. When those passing by, they knew that they had been robbed and killed."

Master Hei San sneered: "I'm still afraid of this?"

"I'm not afraid of them reporting to the officials. Anyway, those who are officials are just free. I'm afraid that the news will spread. Everyone knows that there are bandits on this mountain, and they avoid them in the past - we have to take a long way to kill a fat pig in the future."

Master Hei San thought about it and took a breath of cold air.

Yan Luo was calm and calm: "It's better to clean up everything. Turn around, I will take people around the nearby sinkhole and throw it in."

...

Jiang Lianyan watched the corpses being lifted up, one by one, one by one, pressing on the horse's back like a heir. Five or six horses carried about twenty dead bodies, trembling and being beaten by others. After following the team carrying the stolen goods, he walked away slowly.

He was unwilling to accept it and kept following, as if he wanted to go to the destination to see what the box would be like, but the range of image of the mirage bead was limited. When he followed a mountain pass, it seemed as if there was a boundary. Those people and horses passed by and disappeared, as if they came from the smoke and dust of the years, and then went to the smoke and dust of the years, and only stayed here for a moment and performed a play.

The surroundings were quiet again, and Jiang Lian was standing at the mountain pass, unable to adapt to the change of reality and reality for a while. The last scene that was stuck in his mind was the woman in white dress hanging on the horse's back: her hands swayed left and right as the carriage walked, and the half-connected head was the same.

Behind him, Meng Qianzi said, "This trip has gained a lot."

That's right, Jiang Lian took back his mind that was led away by the team.

This trip was better than expected. The box must be there, but I don’t know where it is scattered.

However, you can start with one person.

Yama.

***

It was already very late when I returned to Yunmeng Peak, but Kuang Meiying was not sleeping yet. She paced back and forth at the inn gate. When she saw Jiang Lian get off the car, she rushed forward and said, "Jiang Lian..."

Someone got out of the car one after another, and she swallowed the second half of the words back, and her tightly held hands trembled slightly.

Meng Qianzi smiled and said, "You guys talk."

As they spoke, they quickly stepped up. Everyone could wink and walked into the door.

Kuang Meiying bit her lip and waited until these mountain dogs were finished, then she grabbed Jiang Lian's wrist: "Did you... see?"

Jiang Lian smiled: "I saw it."

Kuang Meiying's eyes blurred in an instant, and she could feel the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes: "You have seen my grandmother's appearance, too?"

"I saw it, and I also saw your grandmother when she was a child. When she grew up, she looked quite like her grandmother when she was young."

Kuang Meiying let out a long sigh, she let go of her hand, sniffed again, and murmured: "Okay, OK."

Suddenly I remembered something again: "Where is that box?"

Jiang Lian did not answer positively, but just looked up at the sky: "Stay first, dawn... let's start work."

...

The next morning, Jiang Liancaocao finished breakfast, accompanied by Kuang Meiying, locked himself in the room again, and kept his door closed.

Overall, today's workload is similar to yesterday. Yesterday's picture was large, so I had to kneel down and use the floor as the table. Today I could only draw normal picture images, but there were many, and just the box and six sides, he had to draw six pictures.

Kuang Meiying's mood is also different from the past. Although what she draws on her usual life is related to her affairs, those drawings are like mock exams, which are the most important passing tests.

The first picture of Jiang Lianhua was the woman in white dress holding Kuang Yunyang in her arms - this was the one that Kuang Tongsheng wanted to see the most, so the priority was the highest.

Kuang Meiying held her breath and looked at her nose from time to time. She had never seen her grandmother, but she had seen the photos. As Jiang Lian said, her grandmother when she was young did look very similar to this grandmother.

When this picture was formed, Kuang Meiying took out the silent mobile phone, took a picture in front of her, and sent it to the nurse. Then she went out quietly and added another phone call, saying that when the great master woke up, he asked him to take a look. Maybe he was in a good mood and was excited, and this death disaster was safe again.

Next, the box was drawn, with the front, the back, the side, the bottom, and the sun gradually went up to the middle of the sky and gradually sinking westward. When the six pictures were finished, it was already afternoon.

The box is beautiful, carved with many birds and beasts, and many pictures. Kuang Meiying looked at it and then vaguely identified that the carvings seemed to be all ancient myths.

For example, there was a man with animal skin around his lower body and his bearded and halberd were lying in the air, and there were seven or eight flame-like fireballs in the air, and there were also falling - this is... Houyi shot the sun, right?

There was another man with his hair wrapped around his waist and neck, and a chisel in his hand. He was chiseling on the stone platform sitting under him to make a picture of Yin and Yang Pisces Bagua - anyone with some common sense knows that this is Fuxi's Bagua.

I also recognized that Suiren's painting of wood to make fire, and Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs. Some of them had large pictures, some were very small, some were on the front and some were on the back. The division between the pictures was not rigid, and the space was separated by the shapes of birds and beasts, and the layout was quite natural...

Kuang Meiying was just watching it, and suddenly felt something was different from the door. When she turned around, a piece of white paper came into the crack of the door, and was constantly moving left and right.

This was what she and Wei Biao agreed: when she accompanied Jiang Lian to paint, no one could come in to disturb her. If there was something urgent, she stuffed a piece of white paper from under the crack of the door and swayed left and right. If she shook it a few more times, she would naturally see it.

Kuang Meiying's heart skipped a beat: What can happen at this moment be so urgent? Could it be that it's the great master...

Her head buzzed, and she was lightly running over in three steps and opened the door and came out.

The guess was right, Wei Biao said bad news: "Once you can't do it, you almost passed. After the emergency rescue, you got angry, but it was probably not long before the hangover. The doctor asked us to hurry up and buy the latest flight, saying that it was just one or two days."

Kuang Meiying couldn't help but nodded, panicked, but couldn't cry for a while, and couldn't help asking him: "How could this be...? It was quite stable before. I even drew Jiang Liantang's portrait. The great-grand figure that the great-grand lady had always wanted to see. I thought he might be happy and could live a few more years..."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Wei Biao was stunned for a while, and suddenly reacted: "You sent him a grandmother like a lady? Why are you sending this?"

Is it wrong to post a portrait? Kuang Meiying was confused: "I just want him... to be happy."

Wei Biao was so anxious that he almost jumped: "Old man, just hold on for a breath, just for his unfinished wish - Mr. Gan prepared his will a few years ago. If he couldn't meet us, he wouldn't be afraid of misinterpreting the explanation. What else do you think he can have? His biggest wish is gone, and the hanging breath will be relieved."
Chapter completed!