I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　"For example, when the emperor was discussing government affairs with the hundred officials, the emperor was clearly far away and should be very small, but the painter wanted to draw it very large, almost occupying the front page of the paper, and the ministers became petty."

　　"Could that be the reason for the painting in front of you?"

　　Professor Feng thought for a while, and finally nodded and shook his head, and finally stopped talking.

　　At this moment, Kuozibayi received a call, took out a look, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's the leader who called, everyone, I'm sorry."

　　"Comrade Kuozibayi, go do your work, don't worry about us." Chen Shuo said.

　　When he went out, Chen Shuo motioned the anti-dissimilar team members to guard the door with his eyes.

　　Seeing that there were only insiders left in the grotto, Professor Feng said, "What he said just now does exist〃々."

　　"However, considering that the creators of these murals have infinitely enlarged the realistic style of painting flowers and birds, which is already close to the modern realistic genre, so I don't think it is very likely."

　　"For example, in all the previous murals, as the main general, Yu Chi Yao, he should be as big as he is."

　　"so……"

　　He didn't say anything after that, but everyone understood:

　　Therefore, at the scene of the battle, there might have been huge jet-black pillars of unknown material, and they appeared suddenly.

　　After all, it did not exist in the previous murals.

　　"What the hell is that pillar? What does it have to do with demons? What does it have to do with cracks in the ground?"

　　This is the question that is lingering in everyone's mind.

　　When history is covered with a veil called transcendence, everything becomes confusing.

　　And this also prompted them to continue to look down, hoping to find the lost answers in the later murals

　　After passing the corner again, a tall horse that was far more than everyone's height came towards him, which shocked everyone, and subconsciously took a half step back.

　　But when they took a closer look, it turned out that it was just a mural.

　　Everyone couldn't help looking at each other.

　　"My God! This horse is amazing!" Someone sincerely praised.

　　Just now everyone mistakenly believed that, although the lighting in the grotto was not good, the creator's excellent horse painting skills were the most important factor.

　　"Amazing." Chen Shuo also sighed, this is also a huge painting, and there are more than one horse murals like this.

　　It depicts:

　　The monk wearing a large blue robe walked at the forefront of the team, and behind him were many silver armored warriors, leading white horses across the gate of Wengcheng, steadily following.

　　Moreover, a certain silver-armored warrior turned his head, the blood and scars on his face were clearly visible, but he tried his best to grin at everyone.

　　"This……"

　　Everyone was a little lost.

　　Art is really a wonderful thing. It's just a painting. Without any words, they seem to have crossed a thousand years and clearly see the scenes of the past.

　　The monster is attacking the city, and the situation is at stake...

　　The white-horse and silver-armored knights came from the sky, fought bloody battles, defeated the demons, and turned the tide...

　　The soldiers and civilians opened the city gates and welcomed them inside. People stood on both sides curiously, and the creators of the murals were among them.

　　I saw its prestige, its power is strict, orderly, and not chaotic.

　　I don't know what the creator did, but in the end, the silver armored warrior, who was full of evil spirits after the fight, turned his head and tried to smile at him kindly.

　　The people present suddenly felt inexplicably moved.Not only for the actions of those silver armored warriors, but also for this commemoration and dialogue across time and space.

　　More than [-] years ago, it was also the afternoon when the sun was setting.

　　The tip of the pen outlines the last stroke of the painting, and the person holding the pen slowly backs away.

　　The setting sun is pouring down, and it can be seen that his robes have become colorful, but when this mural of turning his head and smiling comes into view, his profile immersed in the afterglow slowly reveals a smile.

　　"This...is the most peak painting of my life. Descendants, what I want to say..."

　　The smile at the corner of his mouth grew warmer.

　　"Everything I want to say is in there."

　　At this moment, he was standing in the same position as Chen Shuo and others.Through the charm of art, the two parties have spanned a thousand years, and a kind of wonderful synaesthesia has arisen.

　　He let out a long breath, walked over and leaned down, and wrote his name in the lower right corner of the most proud painting in his life——

　　"Wu Sinian."

　　Chen Shuo finally broke free from the emotion and tried to search for the memory in his brain, but he couldn't find the corresponding information. He had to ask Professor Feng, "Professor Feng, do you know this person?"

　　However, Professor Feng also shook his head slowly.

　　Look at other people, the same is true.

　　Chen Shuo had no choice but to look back at the mural. For no reason, he had a strong premonition that those silver-armored warriors were probably also members of the ancient Sacred Shield.

　　Although the mural didn't describe the group in words, the smile alone was worth more than a thousand words in the world.

　　The style of the members of the Holy Shield is too similar to the extreme.

　　But guesswork can only be guesswork. Archaeological research is also a serious science. Everything depends on the evidence of stone hammers. You can't fool around like "you think I think".

　　"How about this, I will send the news to the bureau and let them use resources to help me retrieve the historical records of the Yan Kingdom and see if they can find records about Wu Sinian."

　　Chen Shuo suggested.

　　Others nodded in agreement: "That's the only way to go now."

　　"Being able to defeat the demons, this group of people in silver armor must also have extraordinary power, there is no doubt. The key is which force do they belong to?"

　　"Also, have you noticed it? The Tsing Yi monk at the front is with the silver armored warriors, but we haven't seen the content, it should be in the damaged content."

　　"What I want to ask is, who is he?"

　　After Professor Feng finished speaking, he shook his head again, and asked himself: "There is too little information, we have no way of knowing all of this. Let's keep reading."

　　Next is the last mural of the grotto.

　　Yu Chi Yao, the king of Khotan, has changed from white hair to black hair, wearing brand new armor, standing at the head of the city, watching the white horse and silver armor knights go away.

　　Outside the oasis, which was gradually covered by ice and snow, there was actually a circle of "green belts". Looking closely, it was a large area of ​​trees that grew lush in winter.

　　Chen Shuo and the others didn't know what was going on, they just looked at it with surprise, but Professor Feng shrank his pupils and clapped his palms abruptly: "I understand!"

　　Everyone looked at it in amazement.

　　Without waiting for everyone to ask questions, he took the initiative to explain in excitement: "When you study the history of the Tang Dynasty, you will always be troubled by the doubts of the four towns in Anxi."

　　"In 790 AD, Tubo occupied the northern court of the Tang Dynasty. Although there is controversy in the historians, the mainstream view is generally that Khotan also fell in the same year."

　　"Because there is quite a lot of evidence that the Anxi Duhu Mansion has been isolated and isolated for decades, and it is entirely supported by the local oasis. Over time, it has led to soil erosion and depleted land fertility."

　　"By around 785, Khotan was already at the end of the game and could collapse at any time."

　　"In addition, according to detailed historical records, in 790, Tubo used a large number of troops to invade Anxi. A large number of cities in Khotan fell, and Tubo used this as a stronghold to attack the other three towns."

　　"But there is actually a considerable doubt."

　　"Because there is an unearthed document numbered 'hedin24' in a private collection, written in both Chinese and Khotan, which records 'Sangyi, a camel-riding man, found anomalies in Shenshan Fort', the king of Khotan ordered 'all people and animals should be collected. City defense'."

　　"The recorder is the history and judges of Han famous officials, and the final inscription is 'Jiedu Deputy Governor, Yuchi Yao', and the year is 'the fourteenth day of the fourth lunar month in the fourteenth year of Zhenyuan'."

　　"This year is AD 798!"

　　"This undoubtedly hits hard on the view that 'Khotan fell in 790', but what puzzles the historians is that Khotan, which was already exhausted in 785, did it last until at least 798?"

　　"Although Yuchi Yao is indeed a capable person in the military and government, you must know that in 798 he was already 70 years old. In the Tang Dynasty, when the average life expectancy was only 79 years old, where did he get his energy and physical strength at the age of [-], and he was exhausted with the people of Tubo. Fight to the death?"

　　"And all this, I am afraid there is an answer." Professor Feng stared at the mural and said.

　　Although he has read the information and knows that the extraordinary is deeply involved in human history, but when he is on the road of pursuing the extraordinary, and by the way solves the mysteries of history, the shock to him is still incomparable.

　　"Look."

　　Professor Feng pointed to the green "green belt" in the mural, Yuchi Yao's blackened hair, and the brand new armor he was wearing, and said:

　　"Those extraordinary people should be worried that the demons will invade again, and Khotan, which is exhausted, has no resistance. Therefore, not only will Yuchi Yao be restored to his youth, but also the oasis that has expanded the desertification will be restored. I am afraid that a lot of fine iron will be left behind."

　　"These, the creators deliberately put them together and show them one by one for future generations."

　　Everyone was speechless for a while, and after a while, someone sighed in a low voice: "Extraordinary, human history..."

　　Chen Shuo also reluctantly packed up his mood, and said to the crowd: "There is still a grotto waiting for us, I hope we can make more discoveries!"

　　The hearts of the people were immediately excited.

　　Yup!What kind of information will be retained in the remaining grottoes?

　　……

　　ps: Everyone, go to bed early! .

Chapter 219

　　Everyone walked out of the first grotto with anticipation.

　　The white ground reflected the dazzling sunlight, and after staying in the dark room for a while, they narrowed their eyes a little uncomfortable.

　　"You give the villagers money to keep the food hot all the time. This place is dozens of kilometers away from the nearest city. The pediatric expedition team will definitely have to eat later."

　　Whispered orders passed into everyone's ears, and they turned their heads to look.

　　I saw a tall woman standing in front of Kuozibayi more than ten meters away.The two were talking, and they seemed to notice their gaze, and the woman turned her head.

　　She has a beautiful face and an obvious mixed-race appearance, but the most striking thing is the golden-orange irises in her eyes. For a while, Chen Shuo and the others have the illusion that they are being stared at by beasts.

　　When Kuozibayi saw everyone walking out, he smiled and waved, and shouted at the same time, "It's getting late, I'm preparing dinner for you at night."

　　After everyone quickly thanked them, they turned to the second grotto.

　　"Golden eyes... this is very rare." A certain professor couldn't help but said while walking.

　　This sparked a conversation, and several people discussed the relationship between race, eye color, and region, and it didn't stop until they stepped into the second grotto.

　　The frescoes here are also very mutilated, and to make matters worse, the colors have fallen off badly.