It was much more convenient to go along the villages and villages. It was very convenient to have Gatong, the Han Miao, along the way, but Chu Xunyu and the other four walked for more than ten days. The mountain road was rugged, and the vast 100,000 mountains in the southern border were really not famous. There were constant invasion of beasts and poisonous insects on the way. Fortunately, Chu Xunyu was proficient in pharmacology, so it was not a problem. Gatong was too curious about the identity of Chu Xunyu and the other three. He always thought that they were gods and kept asking for this and that. It took five or six days for Mu Yuan to give it to him.

He roughly explained clearly. Everyone walked hard all the way and finally reached the location mentioned by Uncle. Looking from the cliff, there was a dangerous peak opposite. There was snow on the top of the mountain. It was worthy of being a plateau. Mu Yuan could clearly feel a little uncomfortable breathing. Looking up at the sky, it seemed that it was closer to the sky. The atmosphere was peaceful. Looking down, a small village stood at the foot of the mountain. There was a clearly visible stream passing through it. He took out the stone slabs to see it. It seemed like the pattern above, and it seemed that it was here.

"It's here." Wangchen waved the stone slab.

Mu Yuan took it from the side, touched the ancient Miaowen on it and sighed: "I really want to know what is written on it, but no one knows it these days."

"Go down." Chu Xunyu shook the horse's reins.

"I didn't expect that the Dian horse was good at walking on mountain roads." Mu Yuan followed behind and patted his horse's neck. "The short one is like a mule, but his endurance is unexpected."

It took more than two hours for everyone to go down the mountain to the gate of the village. As always, Gatong came forward to talk. After explaining it clearly in Miao language, checked the goods and let them go. Everyone came in and found that this was a very dilapidated and ancient village, but it felt very simple. The ground was full of children running around. There were many terraces on the back mountain. Young people worked there. But for a long time, an elder was surrounded and said a few words to Gatong. The meaning of translation into Chinese is roughly that although this village is a traditional Miao village, Gatong brought Han merchants and was very welcome. At present, the people in this village lack the most is silk, and hope it can be satisfied.

As soon as these words came out, the three of them quickly took out all the silk and put them in front of everyone to exchange. Good guy, Chu Xunyu saw that almost everyone was coming out to carry things for exchange. It seemed that there were no merchants in this village usually came, but this was also an opportunity. Chu Xunyu had an idea and had an idea. He quickly told everyone loudly that in addition to medicinal materials, the most important thing for his group was to collect antiques, hoping that everyone could take out some. When Ga Tong turned on Miaoyu, he didn't understand what "antiques" were, so Mu Yuan quickly explained: "It's something that has been old, old, and things passed down for many years."

Ga Tong nodded clearly and said it in Miaoyu. Everyone looked at each other, as if they were half-believing and half-doubted. It seemed that it would be impossible to move the truth. Chu Xunyu turned around and took out a piece of Jiangnan silk from the basket like a magic trick. He shouted: "You guys, authentic Jiangnan Suhang silk, embroidery, and materials are all top-quality. If you want, please exchange the old things for what you want."

As soon as this object came out, the women in the village were in an uproar. They all saw that their objects were extraordinary. They urged the men at home to search for "antiques". After a while, they saw groups of people carrying all kinds of things out in a vast way, such as broken mirrors, old kettles, and even broken plows. Mu Yuan said to Chu Xunyu with amusement and tears: "What kind of mess is this? Is this an antique?"

"There is no way, I pick it one by one." Chu Xunyu rolled up his cuffs and frowned, "Pick out anything that looks like ancient Miao texts or stone slab patterns."

The three of them looked at the rags in the hands of the villagers. Not to mention, they really gained something. There were only two pieces of broken stone slabs the size of a palm. The patterns on them were indeed similar to the original one. Chu Xunyu quickly asked Ga Tong to find out the source, but the answers they got were very disappointed. Almost no one remembered where this thing was picked up. Fortunately, Chu Xunyu kept his promise and gave them two pieces of silk, which made the women go back with a smile. Who wouldn't expect that this behavior caused a black-faced man to be very dissatisfied. He pulled his wife to speak to Ga Tong in Miaoyu, and pointed at Chu Xunyu and the other two. Mu Yuan asked curiously: "What did they say?"

"They are not convinced." Ga Tong told Mu Yuan, "his wife said that they also have this thing, but it is made of wood, and it is too big to move it out. I ask if you want it?"

"Huh?" Chu Xunyu hurried over, picked up two large pieces of silk and said, "Tell them that if they are willing to change, I am willing to give a very generous reward."

Gatong hurriedly told them that the wife was so happy that she pulled the black-faced man and pointed at Chu Xunyu and the other two to leave. The black-faced man seemed a little reluctant, but he couldn't stand the woman's pestering and beating him, so he had to wave his hand and signal Chu Xunyu and the other two to come together.

Everyone followed the black-faced man to his house together. It was a two-story building. It seemed that he was old, but the black-faced man did not go in. Instead, he went around to the back of the building. There was a small house under the base of the wall, which contained some firewood and debris, and pointed it with his fingers. Mu Yuan asked strangely: "Are you talking about this pile of rags?"

After a brief explanation from the man who was black-faced, it turned out that what his wife was talking about was not the debris inside, but the wall on the right side of the hut was a whole thick wooden board. Chu Xunyu walked closer and saw that the wall was carved with patterns. However, it was a long time ago and it was covered with dust and could not see what it was. Wangchen quickly asked the man who was black-faced to ask for a rag, and moved the debris with Mu Yuan and wiped them clean before looking.

The things depicted on the picture this time are completely different. It is not the scene of a mountain flowing water on the stone slab in Chu Xunyu's hand, but an extremely strange scene. There is a snake-like monster with a body coiled around the ground like a python. The head seems to be an old woman with a wrinkle on her face. What is particularly special is that she is actually licking a door with her slender tongue. What is this? There are many ancient Miao records around, but no one can understand it. Mu Yuan asked Chu Xunyu: "Yan Gong, does this painting mean that we have to go in the mountains to find the door first? Then we have to stick out our tongue and lick the door open?"

"Go aside." Chu Xunyu gave him a blank look, lowered his head to ponder the painting, and his mind was collected from many rumors about alien races, but he was still puzzled.

"Does these words seem to be a little too much?" Wangchen was an old man after all, and pointed to the wall and said, "The words on them are already unusual, as if they are trying their best to explain something."
Chapter completed!