I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 163 Crane ()

Qin Jian did not move, and a white light shot towards the curtain on the right side of the two people at a speed that the words could not catch up with. It was He Si. This time, the thread was not as gentle as before. It just gently opened the curtain, but went straight to the top of the curtain, aiming at the horizontal bar above the curtain.

With a fierce but silent cut, the connection between the two ends of the copper pipe and the wall was easily separated. The metal fell together with the cloth and landed on the thick carpet, making a dull impact sound.

The skylight outside the window broke into the house again. It was still an empty courtyard, the sky was dark, and the clouds were filled with rainwater and were pressed low.

He Si took a few steps toward the window, but was stopped by Qin Jian.

"Wait, that's not quite right."

"what happened?"

He Si stopped as he was told and followed Qin Jian's gaze and looked out the window - there was no wind, there was no wind all the time outside when it was raining, the trees did not move, the grass did not move, the water in the pond... He Si frowned frowned. Every time a raindrop falls, ripples ripple out layer by layer. It seems normal, but the only thing that changes in this picture does not give people a sense of agility. Instead, it makes the picture look lifeless, because the raindrops always fall on the same spot. Everywhere, ripples always ripple at the same speed and arc, interfering with each other and forming an unchanging pattern.

Even the frequency of the sound of rain is monotonous.

“It’s not a window, it’s a painting, a picture framed by a window frame.”

What appeared together with He Si's words was the sound of the canvas cracking.

This time, the lifelike rain scene was not destroyed by the simple violence of the thread. Sparks appeared in the rain, like small flowers born on spring branches. They were knocked down and bloomed again, starting a game between heaven and earth. Life defeats words, and the little stars finally become like a prairie fire. The water of the pond reflects the light of fire, like the warm and unrestrained spring spirit of the mountains reflected in the water. But the ultimate beauty is withering. After the prosperity, everything is extinguished, leaving only A lonely black ashes.

The painting burned out, and the scenery outside the window really broke into the house this time. There was no more sound of rain, and the view was filled with the tranquility of the bright moon among the pines.

He Si did not go to the window immediately, but looked at the pile of ashes with a happy face, then turned to Qin Jian: "Has your ability to control flames not disappeared?"

"It's not the same fire as before." Qin Jian answered simply, taking two steps towards the window with his hands behind his hands.

"That's it?" The joy on He Si's face faded, and she turned to look at Qin Jian's hand behind her back, as if looking for something, and asked hesitantly, "Is it still copper type?"

"It's the elixir of immortality."

"Another nonsense."

The pace of walking forward stopped. Qin Jian, who was calm and confident just now, looked aggrieved: "Really, why do you still use the word "you" again? When did I ever talk nonsense?"

He Si said it casually, knowing that he was wrong, so she curled her lips and ignored him, but Qin Jian was not ready to let it go.

"Let me ask you, who discovered the combustion and explosion of a mixture of saltpeter and sulfur, and why?"

"Saltpeter and sulfur mixture..." He Si's most troublesome course when she was studying was chemistry. Now when she was asked about these two terms, she suddenly panicked, "This discovery should be due to some very accidental events." "Accidental? I'm afraid. It’s inevitable, think about gunpowder and elixirs.”

"Gunpowder? Pill?" He Si tried to connect the two. A wisp of green smoke accompanied by the smell of burning sulfur flashed past her eyes, and she stretched out her hand and luckily caught it. Yanchen said, "I understand, it's alchemy. The origin of gunpowder comes from Taoist alchemy."

Qin Jian nodded, looking like a child who could be taught: "So, do you understand?"

"Then the pill in your hand is not an immortality pill, but an accessory for gunpowder refining."

"Putting the cart before the horse," Qin Jian waved his hand calmly, "Elixirs are the purpose, gunpowder is the accessory. In order to pursue the immortal way, the ancient Taoist alchemists repeatedly explored and practiced in medicine, pharmacology, chemistry and other disciplines, and devoted themselves to It took a lifetime of hard work to refine this elixir. Unfortunately, this elixir failed to make its master immortal in the end. However, after witnessing too much smoke and fire, it unexpectedly gained the ability to burn matter."

"First it's movable type printing, then gunpowder," He Si's eyes lit up, "How many antiquities have you brought with you? You must have brought all four great inventions with you!"

"This is a good idea, I can try it next time," Qin Jian neither admitted nor denied, but changed the topic, "Let's look out the window first. If the plot is not triggered, the author may not be able to wait any longer."

"Yeah, I almost forgot that we are still in the book." He Si said, looking towards the full moon.

The scenery outside the window was very similar to the day when Deng Chensha invited her to the banquet. The bright moon hung high, elegant and solemn. However, the two cranes that were pacing among the green pines and white stones that day now stood on one foot, and the other foot was curled up in the warm feathers. The elegant and slender neck also fell backwards, lightly covered by the back feathers, and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

The crane stood quietly on the spot, motionless, its feathers as white as snow shone with a faint silver light, and it did not look dangerous at all. Because they had learned from the window painting, He Si and Qin Jian did not immediately identify it as a living creature.

The soft silk thread penetrated the moonlight, circled around, gently wrapped around the leg of a crane standing alone, and slowly tightened - He Si was testing in her own way.

The sweet dream was disturbed, and the moonlight condensed on the feathers fluctuated twice. He Si immediately loosened the thread, but it was already too late. The feathers of the two cranes were shaking violently, and their originally hanging legs fell down together. The neck in the wings also stood up - the movement was quick but stiff, with a hint of weirdness in its elegance.

He Si knew something was wrong. Before she could think about it carefully, she heard Qin Jian say: "I'm awake. It seems to be alive."

But then, He Si's eyes moved from the crane's slender legs to its equally slender and straight neck. The neck was long and curved, glowing with a dim green light. It was not like the downy body of a bird, but rather like the fine scales unique to amphibians.

"Not quite right."

"Did you just realize it now?" He Si asked, resisting the cold air that spread from her vest.

"Old flower."

Qin Jian stepped forward and held He Si's cold hand. At this moment, the two cranes turned their heads at the same time. Their heads completely showed the characteristics of snakes, flat and slender, and the snake's head also showed a vivid red color. No wonder Qin Jian also looked away at first. But now, the long snake body was twisting in the darkness, the bright red letter was hissing, and the blood-soaked eyes finally locked onto the strange intruder, emitting an eerie light.

He Si knew what the cold and sticky thing she touched on her waist was. It was not a fish, but a snake. On top of this bird that was supposed to be fairy-like, the originally elegant and slender neck and head with a sharp beak turned into a snake.

He Si gasped, and the monster that was neither a bird nor a snake moved. Its sharp fangs suddenly swelled, and its bloody mouth expanded to an incredible extent, as if it could swallow an adult in one mouthful. Before He Si could tighten the loosened thread again, the neighing sound reached her ears.