The book followed the last time. Just as Chu Xunyu pried open the cabinet door with force, a sudden tremor and a shaking wind came. The three of them felt something was different and could not help but be very alert. Chu Xunyu calmed down his mind and shouted softly. His hands suddenly forcefully. With a crisp sound, the door panel was stretched open a thick crack, and the upper and lower shaft pins could be seen, but they were all hopelessly rotten. This was not a problem. The long sword was cut off with one stroke back and forth, and the huge cabinet door was removed.

The bronze door removed was quite heavy. The three of them held the door panel aside, looked at the cabinet, and couldn't help but be stunned. This is... a jar? Mu Yuan pointed at it and asked in surprise: "This is the key? What kind of latch key? Open the door with a wine jar?"

Yes, the three of them could see clearly that the bottom of the bronze cabinet was solid, and the padding was very high. Half of them were bronze tables. There was a clay jar on it. It was a simple shape, and the body of the jar was not redundant, and the mouth of the jar was sealed with fire wax. The three of them were surprised. Although they didn't know what the behavior of the cup masters was, they had never heard of a wine jar that could be used to open the door. Wangchen guessed in disappointment: "No one said that it was the key we were looking for. Maybe... maybe because it was of no value, the cup masters did not take it away. After all, when they left, they only took away important things. This thing seemed useless, so they fell down."

"Who said it's worthless?" Mu Yuan said proudly, "Last time we were underground in Shu, the porcelain that appeared in the Spider Shadow Monster Building was a good antique. Although this jar was full of streets during the Warring States Period, it seems that it is a priceless antique. Looking back, it can be sold in the market for a good price. I guess I can't finish it in the next life if I change it to delicious food."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and went to get it: "Come on, don't be mine anymore, don't argue with me."

Mu Yuan's rash behavior always comes out from time to time. Chu Xunyu couldn't even shout it. He saw Mu Yuan picking up the jar and hearing a small sound: "Crack", Chu Xunyu knew it was going to be bad. This sound was obviously touching the mechanism. He was so upset that he was about to call the two of them to be careful, but he didn't expect Mu Yuan to show up. He had already held the jar to his chest at this time. Suddenly he saw dripping water below, so he raised it to look down, and said strangely: "Is this thing a bad thing? Leaking water?"

It turned out that there was a pool of black and sticky water stains at the bottom of the jar and dripped a few drops. Wangchen took the conversation and asked curiously: "Is it wine? The longer the time, the more fragrant it is. The wine from the Warring States Period has been treasured, so Li Taibai will probably be drunk."

Chu Xunyu didn't bother to pay attention to the old and young people talking nonsense. He stretched out his head to look at the place where the jar was just put in the cabinet. Sure enough, there was a trace of a bronze four-sided tongue reed with such black water stains on it. He suddenly realized that he had some tricks. This kind of mechanism is mostly related to weight. The losers in the world often use it. He pressed heavy objects on the tongue reed. Only when someone touched the weight and changed the mechanism, the mechanism was touched. However, the people of the Mo family were also good at dismantling and only needed to replace another heavy object with a weight that was about to continue to press it.

The tongue reed is fine. I don’t expect these cup masters to be very good. They actually use the water in the jar to press the tongue reed. The water is easy to spread. There must be a groove at the bottom of the jar, and there is a pool of water in it. Even if the force of a mosquito touches the water and sprinkles a drop, the weight will change, and the tongue reed will be touched. It is indeed ingenious. These thoughts flashed quickly in Chu Xunyu’s mind, but the next moment he would throw away these nonsense things. When was it still admiring others, and he couldn’t help but turn around and shout, “We have fallen into the trap, leave here quickly.”

"Why are you trapped again?" Mu Yuan asked in disbelief, holding the squad, "What else do they have..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a shaking under his feet, not very violent, but he felt that there was a sign of trouble. The earth-colored skeletons on the wall fell down in groups of three or two. Wangchen knew that it would be broken, so he couldn't help but shouted angrily: "We can't run, the latch key has not been found yet. We came here for this trip."

"Keep the green mountains here, and you won't have to worry about burning firewood." Mu Yuan grabbed his sleeve and shouted, "This movement is obviously that the grandson who gave up the cup is going to mess with us again, so why don't you run away? It's too late to save your life and we can go around the southern border to find clues. Is there only the clues of the ancient Dian Kingdom?"

After the two had a dispute, they turned to look at Chu Xunyu together. Chu Xunyu gritted his teeth. In fact, he couldn't bear to leave here by heart. After all, things have come to this point. There is a great shortcut to enter the Ancient Dian King City. How can you return empty-handed? I couldn't help but grit my teeth, make up my mind, push the two out of the door, and shouted: "You go first, leave here, I'll leave the key."

"What?" Mu Yuan was shocked and returned to hold him back and said, "Are you crazy? Isn't you just staying alone to deal with Master Zun to seek death? Let's go!"

"No!" Chu Xunyu had already thought of a way out, "You go first, I still have Ting'er. If I really can't do it, I have no way to escape. I rely on her to temporarily escape back to the polar regions. I find an opportunity to come out. You can leave quickly. If you die in southern Xinjiang because of me, I will never regret it in my life."

After such delay, the change of change arises again, and the shaking becomes more and more violent. The earth-colored skeletons on the wall fall more and more, but unexpectedly, they slowly move out the door as if they are alive. Mu Yuan was shocked and forgot about the dangers around him. He pointed to the skeletons moving outside the door on the ground and exclaimed: "So fun? The skeletons actually live by themselves? It's much more interesting than the dead skeletons in your Yaowang Mansion in Yelangzhong."

Chu Xunyu also felt incredible. The corpses, skeletons and other objects in the Medicine King's Mansion can be loaded with cars. The clan members are born to study these things. They have never heard of the skeletons and skeletons walking on the ground for thousands of years. This is really an unprecedented strange thing. They took a step forward, kicked one over, and looked carefully. They immediately understood and said in surprise: "This is..."

At the same time, just as Chu Xunyu and the other two were trapped in the quagmire of the Jushi in the mountains, a stream winded through the vast mountains of 100,000 miles south of the border. There was a village beside the stream. This village was built unusually and more refined than ordinary villages. Whether it was the materials used in the house or the dress of the villagers, it seemed very noble. What was strange is that the people of this house were mixed with ethnic groups in terms of dressing, not only Miao people, but also Dai people, Yi people, Tujia people, etc. There was even a carriage that quickly passed through the house. Although the villagers on both sides avoided and dodged, it was not surprising.

Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of a large wooden building to the south. There were four Miao guards at the door. Although they were swords and swords, they all seemed to be monks from the Jindan stage from the Central Plains. At this time, a young man jumped out of the carriage. He looked like a Dai, but he had the Nascent Soul stage cultivation. He asked in Chinese: "Are the big village guys here?"

"Wait a minute, we are discussing the matter." One of the guards replied, "I guess it will be almost over at this time, and you will be summoned soon."

"Okay." The young man was not in a hurry and stood aside to pack up the miscellaneous items in the carriage.

Another guard interrupted with a smile and asked, "You have encountered those new things when you go outside? Tell us, a few days ago, other brothers came back from Zhongyuan and told us a tremendous joke about Shushan and Jieyuan Sect. It's so wonderful. What about you? What happened?"

"I didn't go to the Central Plains this time." The young man smiled and shook his hand, "There is something else. You care about what the Han people do. They always like to fight around."

Just as a few people were chatting, many people came out of the gate, including men and women, old and young, and people from all ethnic groups, but their identities were extraordinary. When they left the gate, servants picked them up. Some of them were riding cars, some were riding elephants, with a noble form, but their expressions were very serious. They whispered a few words with their fellow tribesmen from time to time, using their own language, and outsiders couldn't understand it for a while. At this time, a child came out and said to the young man: "The big village man called you in."

The young man nodded, handed the carriage to the servants, went in alone, turned around and entered a room, with deer-headed and cow horns hanging on the walls of the house, and a mighty eagle mural was carved on the middle wall. There was a stove pit on the floor, and a bonfire was burning. There was a hot water burning on the fire. An old man dressed up, sitting beside him smoking a hookah. Two servants were sorting out the things that were scattered after the guests left. Seeing the young man at the door, the old man waved, and the young man quickly took off his shoes at the door, walked in respectfully, and bowed to the old man.

"Sit." The old man's voice was a little hoarse, he put down the hookah, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

"You are still so busy." The young man sat down and greeted him.

"Hey--it's a lot of things." The old man sighed, "Some villages have insufficient salt; some fights, there are many casualties, and herbs cannot keep up; some food is insufficient. Now spring is just beginning, and new rice cannot be harvested. All villages have to adjust each other. Things are really troublesome. Forget it, let's not talk about this, how are you doing?"

"Oh, some of them have found some of them." The young man took out a roll of bamboo slips, opened them and answered respectfully, "The battle a month ago was really as you expected. It was deliberately chosen by Wushe Village. Their three village masters were very dissatisfied with the supply of food this time. They thought it was deliberately deducted by the Qizhai in Chishu Village, so they instigated the dispute and set fire to their two small granaries, hoping to see how much food Chishu Village has. After all, the Qizhai Guard has always been in charge of our food, so it is natural to suspect him."

The old man shook his head helplessly: "There is too little trade with the Central Plains now. Since ancient times, our southern Xinjiang has many mountainous lands. We can't save much food by planting and hunting on our own terraces. One winter came, so many people were waiting for food. The black snake thought that the red spider had deducted the food and left it to his village. It was really worrying. If the red spider ate better than anyone else, then the people in the surrounding villages would definitely flock in to ask for something to eat. How many rice can he have in the red spider? Isn't it a disaster for himself?"

"Yes." The young man continued to report, "Winter grain consumption is too high, and it can only be exchanged for villages such as Han Miao or Han Dai and the Han people in the Central Plains. The cost has also increased, and the inventory of fur and earth and silver is also decreasing. However, the Yi people's Pu'er tea harvest is very good this year. After the Han people's New Year's Eve, they contacted some salt merchants and grain merchants from Jiangnan in the Central Plains and sent all the tea cakes made last year in exchange for a large amount of grain, salt and clothing, which was about 500,000 yuan. However, Jiangnan is far away from our mountains and rivers, and the Yi people's branches requested us to send people to escort them to avoid accidents on the way. The customs clearance discs of the Han government in southern Xinjiang have also been issued."

"Okay." The wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to be stretched out. "This is the first good news I heard in spring. This batch of supplies is very important. Food is the foundation for maintaining the people. After all, not every person can practice without eating or drinking. If the tribe is prosperous, the southern border will flourish."

After saying that, a servant came over to put down with a tray. There were many bamboo chips neatly placed in it, but some of them were empty. There were words written on the bamboo chips. The old man picked them and took out three to hand them to the young man. He paused and added another one: "The food matter is urgent. If I pass on my words, the first three villages immediately drew the elite cup masters from the village to take the text disc to Jiangnan for transportation. The remaining one is left. You ask their village to choose some cup masters and people to go to the tea garden. We also need to speed up the planting and production of Pu'er tea cakes this year. Fur, herbs and tea are the foundation of southern Xinjiang, and tea is the foundation of our village."

"Yes." The young man took the bamboo shoot with both hands, but seemed a little worried. "There are really a lot of masters who have drawn the four villages below us. Should I report to the leader?"

"He?" the old man smiled bitterly, "He is not here, he is still discussing affairs in the church. He has been arguing all day long, and every time he doesn't make a noise for three or five days, he has to count the journey. It's too late to wait for him to come back. The food matter cannot be delayed. You can do it first."

"As for the order." The young man stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly he stopped, turned around and pointed at the bamboo slips and said, "The three Han cultivators who reported the last time were a little surprised."

"Oh? What do you mean?" The old man didn't raise his eyebrows.

"It seems that I'm also asking about the whereabouts of Golden City."

"Haha, is that?" the old man nodded impatiently, "It has always been like this. Which sect in the Central Plains belongs to?"

"I don't know yet." The young man shook his head.

"It's still the same thing, let the brothers in the sect keep a close eye." The old man smoked water hookah again, "After so many years, they are not the first to come to southern Xinjiang to find Golden City, so they will follow the old rules and send someone to stare secretly, try to find out the details and not cause trouble. If you cause trouble, see where you are from a famous sect, take it and expel it; if you are a casual cultivator, you will find a place where there is no one to deal with it, and there is no need to say."

"No." The young man continued to look at the bamboo slips and reported, "According to the news from Tanzhu Village some days ago, their background should be extraordinary. There are brothers from the cultivator in the sect who secretly glanced at them. The Taoist and Buddhist monks are not very powerful. They should not be casual cultivators. There is also an ancient sword cultivator who seems to be an ancient sword cultivator. The origin has not been clear yet. It is difficult to identify which martial arts are from them. According to the recent report from the people, they are coming to us. They should arrive twelve days ago... Arrival..." The man was stunned when he said this.

"Where did you go?" the old man looked up and asked in a strange way.

The man also raised his head and replied strangely: "Arriving at a side of the east side of our village, there is a big mountain. I remember that it seems to be the 'Gulao Mountain' singing in the song."

"Where are you doing?" The old man was also quite surprised, "What's going on now?"

“It hasn’t come out yet.”

"Well..." The old man lowered his head and thought.

At this time, another young Yi man came in outside the door, handed the old man a small bamboo slip and left. After reading it, the old man seemed surprised. He put down the hookah and said to himself: "It's strange, is it a coincidence? What does it mean?"

"Dazhairen, what do you think of these three Han monks?" the young man urged.

The old man waved his hand, and another servant brought a tray over, which was also bamboo chips. However, these bamboo chips were very exquisite, with about fifty carved beams and painted buildings, but they were still not all there, and some were also vacant. The old man's fingertips slid over the tail end one by one, stopped on twenty, and picked them up and handed them to the young man: "He happened to be free, and it was suitable, so let him keep an eye on them."

"He?" The young man took the name clearly and was a little surprised. "There are only three ordinary monks in the Central Plains. This is not the first time we have met him. It would be too serious to let him go."

"Something changes." The old man waved the bamboo slips he had just handed over, "Be careful, there are chaos everywhere now, so as not to cause any more changes. It is safe to let him go. In addition, he will tell him that if the matter is confirmed, just do it directly without reporting. He knows what I mean."

"Yes." The young man put away the bamboo shoot and said the last sentence, "I don't know if the three Han people can come out of the mountains. After all, we don't want to go to that kind of place ourselves, which is too unlucky."
Chapter completed!