Chapter 118: Mural scroll

Before they came to the long scroll, they looked up and saw that the front of the long scroll was engraved with words. The writing was ancient and the words were obscure. Although they could barely recognize them, one of them came from the earth and the other came from the civilization of civilization. The meanings of these words are a bit difficult to understand. After repeated deliberation, I gradually understood the meaning of this passage.
The meaning of this passage is actually very simple. It is a simple overview of the young princes. It probably means that the ancient dynasty was born about ten thousand years ago, and a young hero was born, which saved the greatest crisis of the dynasty. Jiang Tuotu, in all directions, was named the champion. Later, he fell in love with the princess of the Chao Dynasty, married the princess, and was named the king of a different name, but unfortunately, Wang Hou Yingnian died early and lamented. The pictures were all drawn by Wang Hou himself when he was seriously ill. The world did not know what he meant. Therefore, he was carved in the tomb and accompanied by Wang Hou.
"Really not a monk?" Feng Tiehua and Qi Fei scrutinized the text, wondering, "What does it mean to be born?" Since this young prince is not a monk, why are there two corpse guardians? "
Qi Fei thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "I can't think of it, Brother Feng, can you know the age of this ancient dynasty?"
Feng Tiehua said with a smile: "The empire has billions of years of history. The empire empire is like the sand of the Ganges River. It is simply countless. But looking at this ancient text, it is also a dynasty and a prince. The period when the two civilizations were mixed and evolved during the cultivation of truth has not yet formed science and technology. The two civilizations lived together and had a harmonious period. "
Qi Fei nodded, motioning Feng Tiehua to look at the mural behind the text, this long scroll mural roughly depicts the life of the prince in a chain.
Above the mural:
It seems that as the sky descends, in a remote mountain village, a blue light slides from the sky.
A ragged teenager sat up from a rotten bed in a shabby thatched hut, his eyes confused.
The teenager walked out of the hut and saw a crowd of villagers. The villagers seemed extremely surprised that he could get out of the hut.
The teenager seemed extremely strange to everything around him. After a long pause, he found something to eat in the thatched hut and entered the mountain near the village.
There are two lone tombs in the mountain. The boy wandered for a long time, and finally knelt down and rubbed three heads, then walked aimlessly in the mountains.
After a few years, it was still in the middle of the mountain. The young man's clothing disappeared and was replaced by animal skin leaves. His eyes were still confused.
On this day, he went deeper into the mountains, and a small orange highlight appeared above the sky in front of him.
The orange highlights got bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a big orange fireball. This fireball is brighter and more dazzling than the sun. The entire big ball is burning with orange flames.
The teenager was stunned. As the fireball approached, he found that there were a pair of fuzzy wings on both sides of the fireball, and the wings were also burning with orange flames. The fireball seemed to be a human shape, but it did not seem to be a person. In short, it should be a life.
The teenager hurried to his knees and worshipped endlessly.
The big fireball seemed to encounter something in mid-air. It bounced and spun quickly. The light and darkness were very horrible. Soon after, it turned out like a firework, emitting a bright and beautiful light. It banged and exploded.
This section of the painting is a bit vague. Obviously, the young prince should have his head down, but only painted the scene in the sky by imagination.
The explosion was very violent. The boy was hit by the flames and huge shock waves falling from the sky, and even wounded. One of his hands was blown up.
The boy was lying unconscious on the ground for a long time, and then the picture suddenly changed. The boy stood up, and another hand appeared on the arm that originally had his palm cut off!
auzw.com It was a dark-colored, skinny, skinny head with only four fingers in one hand.
The teenager was terrified, looked around, and finally found the hand that was blown up. He took his broken hand and was at a loss.
The boy's intuition was that the dark hand was not his own. In panic, he cut it with a knife and smashed it with stones. He tried all kinds of methods and wanted to get rid of the hand, but after countless tossing, he found the hand. It didn't seem to be afraid of anything. He grew firmly on his arm, couldn't destroy it, and couldn't take it down.
The teenager should have been tossing for a long time, but in the end he had no choice but to go down the mountain with this dark four-finger palm.
In order to live, he went to join the army, starting from a small soldier, with great military achievements.
This dark hand saved his life several times during the North and South battles of the boy. It seems that this hand really has nothing to destroy. It seems that it has a separate life and will automatically protect the boy when it is in danger.
Juveniles battle for the North, the champion of Hou, the champion of the three armies!
The young man opened up territory, sealed the different name of Wang, and became a horse!
But the teenager seemed unhappy, and in the age of peace, he collected map literature frantically.
He often stared at the stars at night, even more confused.
Gradually, the young man began to move away from his rights and took his soldiers and servants to travel around the country. In the far north, he encountered some god-men flying in the sky.
After the war, he took the risk and rescued a dying divine man. After the divine man recovered, he wanted to teach him some divine skills, but somehow his body could not learn at all. He asked the divine person to identify his four fingers. Black hand, the man of God did not even know the origin.
In order to thank him, the god-man sent him two corpses to protect him from returning to the ancient dynasty.
The juvenile prince was already discouraged at this time. After returning to the dynasty, he drank and enjoyed daily, indulging himself, but when he was alone, he was confused and depressed, sighing.
It didn't take long for the juvenile prince to become ill, and a year later, he died of depression.
There is also a poem at the end of the long scroll. The literary talent is not good. It should be written by the teenager himself. It writes: what is a dream in the past life, a champion in dreams, a long-souled soul, and he remembers the desert drive the Huns.
Seeing this, the long scroll is over, and Qi Fei thinks silently.
After a long while, Feng Tiehua said: "I think this young prince should be a traversal, because he is a mortal, so I do n’t understand what happened to him. He got a black hand right by chance. What is this black hand? What the hell, and what was the fireball with wings that day? "
Qi Fei said nothing, his eyes were still looking at the last sentence of the poem, still remembering the desert driving the Huns.
Feng Tiehua continued: "Those gods and men should be monks or evolvers, but it's also strange, why can't this boy cultivate because the soul and the body don't fit after the soul wears it? Master, let's take a look inside. , A waste of time here. "
Qi Fei's face was very complicated at this moment. He heard the words blank and said softly, "Okay."
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