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After listening to Banxian's words, I also felt that my heart was mostly cold.

Looking around, I saw a big hill in front of me, and under the hill, there were more than a dozen insignificant small tombs. Such a scene is really very desolate.

Senior Guan Lu sighed: "Forget it, my fate is like this, I don't want to force anything, if I die one day, I can die with my breath."

Banxian still didn't give up, he asked: "Boss, do you still have a house in that village?"

Lu Daguan said sadly: "The house was burned down by a fire more than ten years ago, and there was not a single hair left."

Banxian asked again, "Where are your relatives?"

Lu Daguan became more and more distressed: "relatives, poor people, broken families, do you have any relatives?"

When I heard what Da Guan said, I just felt that this man's life was an indescribable misery.He has a whole body of skills, but he can't use it because of a bizarre curse, and he falls in love with a perverted Zhang Qin by mistake, wasting his good time for nothing.Now, it is hard to see the light of day again, but there is no relatives, and there is no one or place to turn to.

Daguan is also strong enough, but ordinary people have to think about whether they can't survive.

If you can't use Banxian'er's method, think about something else.

I made up my mind, so I said let's go, leave here first, and wait until I return to Beijing, and then I can deal with the affairs of Daguan.

Having said that, let's go back.

There is a bridge on the way back. The bridge is built on a very deep ditch. There is a small stream under the ditch, and the water is yellow and turbid.

The bridge deck is smooth, just a whole piece of granite, except for any decoration.

When we got to the bridge, the manager said with emotion: "This bridge has an ancient history. I remember when my grandfather was still alive, he said that this bridge is older than the village under Shan Gener. Alas, After so many years, the bridge is still built here, but I..."

In the desolation, Da Guan's eyes couldn't help gushing two sad tears.

I couldn't bear to look at it, so I turned my head to watch the floating clouds in the sky and the distant mountains.

Suddenly, Banxian swished to the bridge deck, knelt down with a plop, and then stretched out his hand to caress the stone bridge carefully.Finally, he got up again, stood at a distance, and looked at it repeatedly.

I was confused by the actions of the half-immortal, so I asked, "What are you doing? Could it be that there is gold in this bridge?"

Banxian: "Bai Da, it's not gold. I'm looking at this bridge. Why does it look like a tombstone?"

tombstone?

When I heard this, I shivered.

I stood far away and took a closer look.Hey, don't tell me, this bridge is about six or seven meters long and nearly eighty centimeters wide. I don't know its thickness. From a distance, it really looks like a tombstone.

After watching from a distance, I took a closer look.

But I, Banxian, and Daguan looked at the bridge deck for three minutes, but didn't see any way out.

This is a piece of ordinary granite, and there is not a single word the size of a mosquito on it.

But on second thought, we pondered again, since there are no words on the bridge deck, maybe there should be words on the back of the bridge.

Under the back of the bridge is a deep ditch, which is [-] meters high. The bottom of the ditch is jagged with strange rocks, and the water is rushing. The walls of the ditch on both sides are steep and straight, and the soil is loose, making it inconvenient to go down.

But lying on the bridge and looking down, the line of sight is not enough.

Do mirror reflection, no tool.

How to deal with it?

So, palms and backs.

As a result, Daguan and I held palms, and Banxian held backs.Then the two of us pulled Banxian'er by one leg, made him face outwards, clasped the bridge deck with both hands, leaned under the bridge, and took a closer look.

That's it, we carried Banxian'er, from the end of the bridge to the end of the bridge, from the left side of the bridge to the right side of the bridge, and finally, we pulled Banxian up again.

I asked him what he saw.

Banxian wiped his face, panted and said: "He is a bastard, he doesn't even have a single hair, could it be that I misunderstood."

As soon as the words came out, Banxian'er's expression changed suddenly: "No, there seems to be some way around this place."

After speaking, he led us along the edge of the bridge to see the side of the bridge.

The side of the bridge body is about forty kilometers thick.

At this moment, there was plenty of sunlight at noon, and it could be clearly seen that there were traces of ax blades on the side that were similar to those left on the stone when chiseling.

But this trace is too neat.

One by one, the small square grids seem to be carved out by hand.

We walked along the bridge, from the beginning to the end, and looked at both sides, and found that there are nine small grids on the bridge!

nine...

The three of us looked up and looked at each other: "It can't be Jiugong!"

After thinking about it, I laughed and said, "It's unlikely. The Jiugongge must be followed by numbers. These grids are all blank, and there are no numbers at all. It is unlikely to be Jiugongge."

Unexpectedly, Lu Daguan was silent, not only silent, he was a little excited.

After a while he murmured: "It must, it must be the ancestor's Wuji Nine Palaces."

I was stunned again: "The Promise Nine Palaces."

Lu Daguan said excitedly: "The Promise Nine Palaces is a nine-square grid arrangement similar to a modern combination lock. There are no words on it, because the corresponding sequence of characters is recorded in another book."

I blurted out: "You know that book?"

Lu Daguan nodded desperately.

I said: "Solution!"

Lu Daguan bent down, stretched out his hand and pressed a few small squares vigorously, and finally turned his head and said angrily, "I can't press it."

Nonsense, it's strange to be able to press it.

God knows how many years this thing has been.After it was made, the mechanism pin inside was not destroyed, but was rusted and necrotic.

What to do about this?Could it be possible to lift up the entire big stone tablet?

Suddenly Lu Daguan said: "The mechanism technology of the ancestors is unparalleled in the world, and there is a unique set of methods for anti-rust. Therefore, the pins inside will never be easily rusted and damaged. I guess it is just the surface of the mechanism, due to dust and rain. Accumulation makes it inconvenient to start, why not smash it with us?"

I like it!

Ban Xianer also likes it!

If you smash it, the target is too small to strike, so we ran back to the village again, found an old man, and had a good word with him. Afterwards, we got a hammer, a thick thumb, and a steel bar fifteen centimeters long from the old man's house.Then Ban Xian'er sold her cuteness to a woman who was about [-] years old, and got a small half bucket of red paint.

We took the above-mentioned tools, turned back again, and ran back to the stone bridge on the mountain. We didn't care about rest and started working directly.

First, Lu Daguan used grass sticks and paint on different small squares.

In this way, after half an hour, the nine big grids and the small squares of Nuogan inside were painted and marked in a specific order one by one.

Banxian'er volunteered, took a hammer, fixed the steel bars, and started smashing.

boom!

"You fairy board, why is it broken!"

Banxian'er muttered, I lay down on the edge of the bridge and looked down, it's not that the little cube he smashed was actually shattered.

I said: "No, I have to do the hard work of my hands. I have to smash this thing slowly."

I took the tool from Banxian, got down on the ground, took the hammer, and began to beat slowly.

After beating for a full 5 minutes, suddenly I felt the steel bar in my hand protrude forward, and then I heard a light bang from the stone, and took out the steel bar, only to see that the small square I knocked sank three centimeters .

I checked, and what Lu Daguan guessed was true. There is a doorway in this bridge.

Then it's much easier.

I told the two the essentials, and then everyone took turns facing the side of the bridge, beating and beating.

Busy until four o'clock in the afternoon.

When the last small square sinks.

Bridge deck, no response at all!

There was no click to pop out a big monster, nor did there be a bang to open any important mechanism.

Everything, as if nothing happened, except for those small squares that were smashed down, the bridge is still a bridge.

Banxian was depressed, and he said to Guan Lu: "Guan, your ancestors, did they play a big joke on you? You have been busy for a long time, why can't you hear a single movement?"

Lu Daguan pondered: "It's not like, my ancestors are not like people who like to joke."

I looked at Kong, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration and said: "It's possible, it's possible now, the mechanism has already been activated, but because it's been too long, it's not easy to open, maybe it's just a crack or something."

"A slit?" Banxian narrowed his eyes, his gaze slightly evil.

I hehe: "Yes, it's just a slit."

So, we started to find a crack on this stone bridge.

Search, search, search for a small gap...

After looking around, hey, sure enough, on the side of the end of the stone bridge, I saw a small crack about fifteen centimeters long.

Violence!big hammer!call!

With a bang bang, the opening was enlarged by us, revealing a small space about [-] centimeters square inside.

Inside the space, lies a large box painted with wax.

I reached out and took the thing out of the hole, and put it on the bridge to look at it.Seeing this thing, it is about five centimeters thick, about twenty centimeters long, and about fifteen centimeters wide.

In the hand, it is quite heavy.

What is this?

I read it repeatedly and handed it to Guan Lu.

The large pipe was connected in his hand, he weighed it twice and said: "The material is made of steel, and it contains..." He looked carefully again and said: "There is a pin switch in this place, and it may be opened by pressing it. .Do you think we should press it or not."

Banxian murmured: "Your ancestors were too evil, they didn't allow future generations to rely on handicrafts to make a living, and what did they say, they would die if they did a decent job, this box is scary."

Big Guan also felt a little uneasy.

I said, "Just let's smash it!"

Da Guan gritted his teeth: "Okay, let's smash it."

The hammer is the nemesis of all mechanism pins, hit it once, bang bang bang!

When we smashed the switch, Lu Daguan finally opened the box with a gesture of fighting, and we were all stunned.

In the box, there was actually a large piece of rosin.

This piece of rosin is almost as big as a box, and inside the translucent rosin, a long outline of an object can be vaguely seen.

Rosin is nothing to be afraid of.

Lu Daguan smoked, and his body was on fire.

We left the bridge deck, found a leeward place, pulled some hay, and simply lit a fire to slowly roast the big rosin to soften.

After it was completely soft, I took the steel bar and fiddled with it to get the thing out.