Jiaohua

Chapter 472
Looking at one by one, Shen Lie went to the opposite side, and finally stopped in front of the dilapidated calligraphy and painting with clean ink.

The strangers in the mountain temples, the mountains and the seas come in the middle of the moon.

In the old dream of the past, peach blossoms smile and float.

dead guest.

He looked at these three words, his eyes were filled with rare confusion.

Aunt Rou inspected the heads one by one, and found that they were all clay sculptures.

How did Shen Lie guess it?

She turned her head to look for Shen Lie, and saw the young man standing in front of a calligraphy and painting, which was exactly the deceased.

Aunt Rou wanted to go there, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it.

She put the clay sculpture back to its original place, turned around and sat down in front of the fire next to Shen Wen.

Shen Lie was still standing there, the place was too far apart, the light of the fire in the darkness was blurry, and only the tall and straight figure of the young man could be vaguely seen.

Aunt Rou never had a good impression of Shen Lie. When Shen Lie was young, she thought he was an unpleasant child, taciturn and had a very bad temper.Later, Shen Lie went to Guo's house, and I will see you in three years. Well, my temper is even worse, and the child who was so young before suddenly grew so much taller, and his skills far surpassed children of the same age.

However, Aunt Rou has no choice but to dislike Shen Lie, she understands how much Shen Yan values ​​this younger brother.

In this world, the only person who can make Shen Yan care about is Shen Lie.

Aunt Rou looked at the boy, and then at the calligraphy and painting in front of him.

With such a distance, naturally she couldn't see anything, but those few lines seemed to be reflected in her mind, as well as the words Shen Yan said: "Dead people."

Even so, are these few lines worth Shen Lie's lingering for so long?
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In just four lines, Shen Lie already knew how to recite them.

His eyes seemed to be on the paper, but also seemed to pass through the paper.

"Passed away" and "in the old dream of the past", these two words made him unable to calm down, and his heart was in a turmoil.

On the paper, there seems to be a pair of brows and eyes that are lively, as agile as stars, flickering and flickering, smiling like a crescent moon, and shining like spring Rong Taoxi.

Ali...

Shen Lie frowned slightly, looked away from the paper, and looked deeper into the darkness.

Husbands and things, all return to their roots, the cold comes and the summer goes, and the rivers and rivers travel the earth, which is where the way of heaven lies.

So, the past, the return, this, is it considered sailing against the current?

He came here because of Shen Fan, but Shen Lie suddenly wanted to leave, this place was too weird, it always gave him an indescribable uneasiness, which was related to her.

At this moment, there was movement in the darkness he was looking at.

Shen Lie froze, looked intently, only to find that there seemed to be a door in the dark place.

Shen Lie immediately raised his feet and walked, but before he reached the door, a loud bang came from there, shaking the ground.

Rubble stood up in surprise as gravel fell from the sky, and the source of the sound seemed to be the door she had pushed open with all her strength.

The subordinates who were sleeping in the distance also woke up one after another, and Shen Yan also opened his eyes.

There was another bang, like a heavy hammer hitting a bell, deafening.

Accompanied by the sound, a large number of rats suddenly rushed from the dark place ahead, densely packed.

Shen Lie immediately drew his sword, but the mouse walked far away from both sides of the fire he was holding, and ran towards the distance, only caring for his life, without the slightest intention of staying.

Shen Shu's subordinates fled to the fire, and they inevitably trampled on the rats in the chaos, and the bloody internal organs that spewed out were instantly trampled to a mess by their companions.

The rats ran wildly towards the way they came from, their thin and small ears seemed transparent and thin in the firelight, thousands of them flocked to Shimen.

Everyone was stunned, unbelievable, they had never seen such a scene before.

When the last mouse ran away, the subordinates seemed to find the sound of breathing, and turned their heads to look at Shen Wen.

"Young Master..." Rou Gu's voice trembled, her complexion was pale.

"Mice, run away." Shen Wen said.

Aunt Rou paused, and after being with her for many years, she could understand what he meant almost instantly.

"Yes," Aunt Rou said, "they should have run away."

"Then let's go inside." Shen Wen said, standing up.

Looking up and seeing the young man holding a long sword in the distance, Shen Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, quite surprised.

Shen Lie also saw him, looked away coldly, raised his hand and returned the sword back to the scabbard.

"Are you coming alone?" After passing by, Shen Wen asked.

"Yes."

"You're really here." Shen Wen said with a smile.

"Seeing me die for you, you are so happy to smile." Shen Lie looked at him.

Shen Yan did smile more happily, and said, "No."

Shen Lie looked at the stone gate ahead and asked, "What's in there?"

"I don't know," Shen Wen walked forward and said, "Let's go and have a look."

"I don't know, what are you doing here?"

"Come to find out." Shen Wen smiled.

Shen Lie looked at his figure coldly, and followed him. Before he took a few steps, he noticed the calligraphy and painting in front of him out of the corner of his eye. He stepped forward, and there was another clear calligraphy.

Shocked to hear that the country has been destroyed, the mountains and rivers have been destroyed, and the isolated city of the imperial capital is in danger to the north.

When spring comes, the sparrows will return to their nests, and where will they return when tired.

subjugated poetry.

And the paper quality is so obvious that it can be recognized at a glance.

and this handwriting...

Take a deep breath and don't move the city.

"Moving City" is an isolated copy of an ancient book, which was sent by Zhao Gong and placed in the Guo Mansion, and is treasured by Xia Zhaoyi.

There are many handwritten articles on the solitary book, and the handwriting of one article is almost the same as the current calligraphy and painting.

That article seems to be called "Yunmeng Yinsuo", without a signature.

"Zhiyan." Shen Wen called out, stopped outside the stone gate and waited for him.

Shen Lie turned around and followed without saying a word.

As soon as the mouse left, there was no more creaking sound inside the stone gate, and at the same time, the previous roar disappeared.

"Will there be plague?" Aunt Rou asked the greatest anxiety in her heart.

"No," Shen Wen said lightly, "If there is a plague, the rats themselves will die. If they don't die, they won't live long, and there are too many rats here, and they are very strong. But you still can't take it lightly, protect your mouth and nose, And try not to touch things here with your hands."

Aunt Rou nodded: "Yes."

When they came out, several of their men picked up torches from the fire, and now they walked a little more widely, so that the visibility was wider and bigger, and they could see the rat feces and bones on the ground.

When the companion dies, those rats will also eat the companion.

"Where did you think that the ground below would become a huge rat farm?" Shen Yan said, looking at the vast ground.

"I don't know what the loud noise was just now." Rou Gu said worriedly.

"I'm curious too," Shen Fan smiled, "Let's go."

He smiled quite easily, without any gloom from before.

The ground is made of smooth square bricks, which are as solid as the masonry of the outer wall. Except for the gaps in the splicing, there is no crack in the masonry.

They kept going forward, in the darkness, the height was invisible, the walls were invisible, and the open space seemed to be boundless.

The ground that accompanied them was densely packed with rat feces and bones stretching out under their feet.

In addition to the small bones of mice, they also encountered yellowed human bones that had been eaten to pieces, and animal bones whose shapes could not be distinguished at a glance.

(End of this chapter)