Realistic Longevity

Tang Ran has seen sharks in the museum.

When he was in college, Tang Ran had a good relationship with the professor of the Department of Archeology. Tang Ran followed him into the museum to clean up the cultural relics. At that time, he was assigned the shark silk. He not only saw it with his own eyes, but also touched it with his own hands.

However, the crocodile silk that has become an antique has a decaying smell no matter how you clean it, unlike the few pieces in Cheng Chuhua's hand that seem to have just been woven, they are soft and light, as if they have the clear breath of the sea breeze under the moonlight, and there is a kind of vitality to the touch. The sense of exuberance is extraordinarily strange.

Fortunately, even if the texture is slightly different, Tang Ran can tell when the silk is still silk.

"You found this by the pool?" Zhuang Shuai marveled, and rubbed Cheng Chuhua's hand, "Have you ever opened your hand? You can find one... no, several national treasures? "

Cheng Chuhua looked at him helplessly and smiled: "There is a kind of flower growing by the pool, blue, I don't know what it's called, it looks a bit like... like the crane orchid, but smaller, with a string of dark blue flowers in the stamens. long tassels of the same color. These crocodile silks are tied to the flowers, and I almost missed them because of the similar color."

Tang Ran took the shark silk, looked at Bi An on Zhuang Shuai's shoulder, and asked through sound transmission with his heart, "Master Bi An, do you think this is a medium to open a different dimension?"

Qu An shook his head: "I'm not sure. When we explore later, we can pay attention to whether the shark is of great significance to this place."

Cheng Chuhua and Tang Ran looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

After putting away the crocodile and making sure that Cheng Chuhua had almost recovered, Tang Ran pulled out the dagger from his boots, walked out of the jade house first, and stepped onto the jade corridor outside the door.

The house they lived in was located on the outermost layer of the ruins. It was small and empty, and it was a bit like a guard room at the gate of a school.

About 100 meters southeast along the promenade, there is a blue-purple door about ten meters high, and the door knocker is a naturally generated black jade ring.With the door knocker as the center, the gate is engraved with complex but not messy reliefs, a round table, dozens of strange-looking guests, interspersed with chime bells, zithers and other musical instruments, making the scene of "night banquet guests" come alive before your eyes.

Behind the door is the main body of this underwater ruins group, and it is also the place where they explored this time.

"I'll open the door." Cheng Chuhua changed from the second place to the first place without hesitation, and stretched out his hand to push the door.

Tang Ran and Zhuang Shuai stood by his side, one raised his dagger and the other clenched his fist, ready to guard against possible dangers when the door opened.

You can breathe normally in the ruins, and the air is quite good.Cheng Chuhua took a deep breath, put his palms on the door and pushed hard, and the door that had been closed for so many years slid back silently.

The door opened slightly, creating ripples in the air, faintly reflecting the soft light inside the door.

A deep blue world opened up in front of several people.

This is a gorgeous and huge water palace, similar to the Dai Viet Palace in the capital, with many independent spaces connected by ubiquitous jade corridors.

The first space after entering the door is the quiet and lush front garden.

The colorful coral clusters are scattered all over the place. There are broken jade trails paved among the corals, and the roadsides are surrounded by plants. Blue flowers, also tied with crocodile silk, are floating in the water, and they are too beautiful to behold.

In the depths of the garden, a osmanthus tree carved out of beautiful jade grows luxuriantly, almost covering half of the sky in the garden... No, sea and sky, on those crystal clear branches, blossoming The clear and transparent golden flowers, they seem to be dreamy things that will never fade. When the petals fall, they feel unreal. It is not until Cheng Chuhua reaches out to catch one that he confirms that they are real.

"We won't come to the legendary Dragon Palace, will we?" Zhuang Shuai was amazed and stunned.

Holding the petal in the palm of his hand to his eyes, Cheng Chuhua picked it up and looked it back and forth, then raised his hand and threw it out.

"Jade osmanthus tree..." Tang Ran was not in the mood to look at the scenery at all, and was mobilizing his nimble little brain to write down the layout of the garden, "Isn't that a symbol of the Moon Palace? Why did it appear here?"

Cheng Chuhua didn't answer, and Bi An also frowned, with the same thought in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Tang Ran keenly noticed that there was something special hidden in their silence, and asked immediately.

When he was asking, Cheng Chuhua was running through his memories in his mind.This garden gave him a subtle sense of familiarity, not a sense of déjà vu, but a feeling of suddenly seeing a piece of a piece of it in a certain place one day after putting together a jigsaw puzzle with great painstaking efforts.

Which puzzle pieces are they?

Cheng Chuhua thought hard for a long time, but found nothing.

"It's nothing." Cheng Chuhua didn't want Tang Ran to be involved in something that he didn't even think about, so he didn't tell him for the time being, but when he passed under the osmanthus tree, he jumped up and folded two sweet-scented osmanthus, and put one in his pocket , and put the other stick to Tang Ran, "Come on, go in and see what's inside."

Tang Ran was stunned for a moment, but he didn't ask any further questions, but continued to walk forward.

Cheng Chuhua never concealed it from him. He believed that Cheng Chuhua had his own reasons for not saying it now, and he would naturally tell him when it was necessary or when the time was right.

From behind, Bi An saw Cheng Chuhua's movements, patted Zhuang Shuai on the cheek, and asked him to fold a osmanthus flower and put it there.

There's no reason, it's just instinct telling him he should.

Several people passed through the vestibule and walked into a winding corridor.There are three corners in the corridor, one leads to the octagonal pavilion in the east, one leads to the ancient building in the north, and the other goes straight to the bottom, which is a wing room.

"There are exactly three paths, just like playing a game." Zhuang Shuai laughed, and couldn't help complaining, "Come on, let's share a point?"

"Yes." Tang Ran turned the sword flower, "I choose the octagonal pavilion."

Zhuang Shuai raised two fingers: "Master Bi An and I count as two people, so let's go to the ancient building with the largest area."

After the two of them divided the largest and smallest places, the remaining one of course fell on Cheng Chuhua's head.

"Then let's go." Cheng Chuhua had no objection to their allocation, and was about to walk to the wing immediately.

"Wait." Tang Ran stopped him, and when he turned around, he stuffed a dagger into his hand, "Hold this, you can defend yourself to some extent. The octagonal pavilion is close to the wing, so call me if you need something."

Cheng Chuhua was amused by his nervous look: "Understood, don't worry."

Tang Ran nodded, and said to Zhuang Shuai: "Be careful too."

"With Mr. Bi An here, I will be fine, don't worry about me." Zhuang Shuai waved his hand, and walked towards the ancient building with steps that his relatives did not recognize.

Cheng Chuhua and Tang Ran looked at each other, and went to the wing room and the octagonal pavilion separately.

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Pushing open the door of the wing room, light golden fine sand floated in the rippling water.

Cheng Chuhua stepped over the threshold, walked into the blue-gold room, stood at the door and looked around.

This is a classical wing room of the Dai Viet style, with elegant and exquisite decorations such as moon-wood lattice windows, white porcelain vases with gilding, and bronze animal brain incense burners.A curtain of pearl gauze separates the inner and outer rooms, the outer one looks like an antique small waiting room, the inner room is a bedroom, there is a beauty couch by the window, and a desk with the four treasures of the study on the opposite side, simple yet elegant.

Cheng Chuhua held the dagger in one hand and carefully walked around the outer hall.

He touched the window, opened the vase and the incense burner to look carefully, but found nothing except some incense ash.So he opened the gauze curtain again and entered the bedroom, and the first thing he saw was the beauty's couch under the window with a dim light.

A layer of warm light like the afterglow of the setting sun spreads on the steps, flowing down along the dragging thin quilt and the foot of the couch.In the radiance, the yellowed bamboo slips pressed half of the quilt and unfolded, as if someone put it down and left in a hurry after looking at it, and would be picked up again soon.

Cheng Chuhua walked to the soft couch, did not dare to sit down, carefully picked up the bamboo slips, and slowly started reading.

There is an anecdote recorded on this bamboo slip.

It is said that it was the first year of the establishment of the Dai Viet Dynasty, and His Majesty was so busy governing the chaotic country.And among the princes, the most unintentional emperor sneaked out of the palace and ran into the market, where he met a young son from a merchant's family.

The two hit it off right away, and both are thrill-loving and adventurous people, so they met to explore an abandoned village in the suburbs with many strange things, and stayed there for two full months.

In the past two months, they suffered a lot in the village. Although their lives were not lost, their spirits were devastated. They managed to support each other to escape, but just before they were about to escape, they encountered a powerful monster. Get it right.

The little prince thought that he was going to die, so he stepped forward without thinking, and wanted to help the little prince block the monster and buy him time to escape.Unexpectedly, in order to save the little prince, the little prince also took the initiative to expose his identity—the royal shark family, and repelled the monster with his natural powerful strength.

In the early days of the Dayue Dynasty, there were only tens of thousands of years left from the age of mythology. Although the immortals were no longer born, there were still traces of many monster races in the world. The mermaids were a noble and powerful race among them, but they were still not accepted by the human race.

But the little prince didn't care about the identity of the young master, and the two became close friends for life.

At the end of the story, the little prince voluntarily gave up his right to inherit the throne, and wandered around the world with the little prince.

The bamboo slips use spring and autumn brushwork and a few lines to describe the whole story, and the images of the two protagonists are also vividly portrayed.

After reading the bamboo slips several times, Cheng Chuhua really couldn't see what hidden information was hidden in these hundreds of characters, so he had to memorize the content, and then carefully put the bamboo slips back to their original place.

Then, he turned and walked towards the desk.

A half-meter-long desk is quietly placed under another window, with a soft cushion behind it, a pen holder, an inkstone, half-worn ink sticks, and rice paper pressed by paperweights on both sides.

The paper was faintly yellowed like the bamboo slips, and there was only one line written with a pen—knowing that it couldn’t be done, and doing it.

Cheng Chuhua squatted beside the desk, and reached out to touch the word without cause and effect.The dry ink was so cold that it pricked his hands. He shrank his fingers and suddenly felt that the touch was not right. He picked up a corner of the paper and rubbed it again, and this time he rubbed out the second piece of paper stacked below.

He hastily removed the paperweight, uncovered the first layer of rice paper, took out the lower one and was about to take a closer look, but felt a cool breeze blowing over the back of his head, and the sense of crisis that suddenly exploded made him conditioned to roll to the side, and the next second He heard a crisp "click".

Cheng Chuhua looked up, and saw that the desk was cut in half by a fishbone machete, and the piece of paper he just found was also cut into two at the same time.

A white, almost transparent shadow rushed towards the desk, snatched half of the paper, and wanted to snatch the remaining half, but was forced back by Cheng Chuhua's sharp-sighted dagger.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Cheng Chuhua quickly grabbed the half piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket, then grabbed the dagger to block himself.

It's Shuiling!

Shui Ling's figure flashed, almost blending into the rippling water waves around him, and attacked Cheng Chuhua's side from a tricky angle.

Cheng Chuhua's special ability has a strong counterattack ability. If Shui Ling tries to kill him, it will automatically double its attack power and return it.

However, when Shui Ling's attack fell, Cheng Chuhua didn't feel any signs of "nothing" launching.

Don't you want to kill?

Realizing this, Cheng Chuhua squinted his eyes, clenched the dagger tightly, and twisted his waist halfway to block Shui Ling's first blow.Immediately afterwards, he backed up half a step, half-bent his long legs to accumulate strength, grabbed the space where Shui Ling hadn't retreated from the momentum, turned around and jumped, and directly kicked Shui Ling out, knocking over the opposite window and flying straight for nearly ten rice.

This kick was solid, and he used all his strength. If he kicked someone, he would probably have vomited blood and passed out by now.

Of course Shui Ling was not pleased, most of his body was kicked apart, he didn't dare to fight, picked up the fishbone machete that was kicked out together, and hurriedly used this force to flee away.

Taking a long breath, Cheng Chuhua rolled up the half piece of paper deep in his pocket, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw the interlayer exposed by the gap in the split book case.

He looked around to make sure there was no other existence nearby, and then lifted the desk to check what was in the mezzanine.

After a while, Cheng Chuhua took out a scroll from it.