Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Here Shang Heyin comforted Cong Youyan, then smiled at the camera: "Even so, should we still record it?"

The photographer's face was restored to the factory settings, and he nodded sternly: "This is more real and more interesting."

Shang Heyin patted the dust and got up: "Okay, let's continue."

This variety show is actually a game of courage. Today's scene is just to get to know each other, and then talk about the rules of the game for the next month.

During the period, there must be a funny role, a hindrance role, a screaming role, a very patient sister and brother role, and so on.

In a word, even if it’s just a game, it’s a game that needs traffic. It needs hot spots and selling points to attract the audience’s attention. Each guest’s persona is full of hard work from the team, and each guest plays a role according to the script written in advance. , the game has long lost the definition of the game itself.

Even an award-winning actor like Shang Heyin has to abide by the rules of the game.

I don't know where this passage leads to?

Xiaopang, who was crouching on top of his head, kept hinting and expressing that he insisted on coming in.

Fortunately, several people were quite courageous, and with the help of the fluorescence on the stone wall, they walked in deep and shallow.

The flickering green light source reflected the gloomyness in the passage, Cong Youyan took Shang Heyin's hand, walked in front, and the cameraman followed behind.

After a short period of silence, in the darkness farther away, there was a sobbing and weeping singing.

The photographer brother touched his arm subconsciously, smoothing away the goosebumps that had just risen.

Youyan signaled to stop, and listened carefully.

The passage is cold and damp, and the stone walls contain a lot of moisture. The condensed water drops tick-tock in the puddles, matching the singing, which is quite rhythmic.

Obviously imitating the singing of the youth group, it was more like a ghost singing performed by the unknown creature in the passage.

There seemed to be a few black shadows moving fast in the haze.

With a wave of Cong Youyan's arm, three or four beetles vibrated their wings and flew out quickly.

Xiaopang on the top of his head became even more excited, constantly twisting his fat and round body, creaking.

Soon, the leading black beetle flew back.

Cong Yuyan raised the back of his hand to use it as a temporary parking lot for the beetle. The little beetle made a chirping sound. He listened for a while, then turned around and explained, "There is a dark room ahead."

"Dark room?" Shang Heyin pulled Cong Youyan back: "Will there be any danger?"

The little beetle kept chirping in front of him. Cong Youyan closed his eyes and listened again. The smell brought back by the beetle's wings evoked a clear picture in his mind, and the doubts in his heart began to deepen.

Cong Youyan paced around in small circles, jumped up and down on the stones, and said to himself: "Seven in the front, third on the right, fourth on the left, and five on the back."

Because the two are the closest, Shang Heyin could barely tell, from Youyan dancing back and forth like a great dancer, he thought he had triggered the poetic switch again.

Due to the presence of outsiders, I had to remind in a low voice: "Xiao Cong, don't jump, I'm dizzy."

Before Shang Heyin's words fell to the ground, there was a "squeak~" sound when the mechanism was turned on.

I couldn't see anything under my feet, as if there was a crack, the airflow in the narrow space changed from turbulent to rapid, and the musty smell mixed with sulfur smell hit my face.

A big warm hand in front of him grabbed his collar and wrapped it tightly in his arms. The two of them, chest to chest, huddled together, twirled around, and fell into the crack.

The impact of the fall was cushioned by the straw cushions at the bottom of the cave.

Helping Shang Heyin up from Yuyan, he turned on the flashlight in his phone and looked around.

The cold wind that came out for no reason brushed faintly along the calf, it was icy cold, and Shang Heyin was startled.

The nerves in the head were extremely tense, the roots of the hair stood on end, Shang Heyin's breathing became short of breath, and he became tense.

Cong Youyan giggled, and comforted in a low voice: "Don't panic, it's just that the old and new air have exchanged the venue. If there is any danger, I will protect you in front."

The voice was neither light nor heavy, and the tone was soft, full of hypnotic energy in the dark space, Shang Heyin calmed down unknowingly, followed him and walked forward for more than fifty meters.

The environment here is completely different from the passageway.

Under the feet is the compacted Sanhe land, and the cramped space has transformed into a broad and open space.

The slightly deserted ones are the hollow wooden doors, which have lost the support of the copper buttons and stand alone by the wall, but the material is excellent, a bit like golden nan, although it has lost its luster, it has not decayed. There are quite a few old people carrying bamboo baskets on their backs and looking like they are climbing a mountain, one by one leaning on crutches, staring at the top of the mountain devoutly.

The dry texture, exquisite craftsmanship, and how the ancients preserved it is still intact.

Shang Heyin raised his mobile phone to point at the carvings on these wooden doors, and took a few pictures.

When you get close, you can smell the fragrance from behind the wooden door.

Quiet and long-lasting, it floats lightly to the tip of the nose.

"I remember the smell here." After sniffing around from Youyan, he quickly strolled around here, and found a hidden space familiar with the way, and groped for a long time, and found a lot. Candles and flint.

Cong Youyan beat it hard a few times, but he had no choice but to throw it away, and said in frustration: "Oh, it's been a long time, and the flint has lost its effectiveness."

Shang Heyin took out the lighter from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

After thanking You Yan, he bent down to light a row of candles, inserted them into the candlesticks, took out two memorial tablets that he found somewhere, dusted them off, and placed them in front of the wooden door.

When wiping the memorial tablet with bare hands, I don't know if the smell of dust is too pungent, the eyelashes blink frequently, and the corners of Yu Yan's drooping eyes become moist.

Shang Heyin keenly felt that Yuyan's aura had changed. His actions and behavior were quite regular, and he advanced and retreated properly.

After wiping the tablet, Cong Youyan straightened his clothes seriously, knelt down on the ground respectfully, stretched his arms to his chest, put his hands together on his forehead, bowed to the ground, did not dare to raise his head, and said in a low voice: Shi Wantong, kowtow to see the patriarch."

After praying three times, Cong Youyan waved his sleeves three more times before getting up.

He turned around and grabbed Shang Heyin, and walked forward with a smile, saying in his mouth: "Master, master, your old man has always worried that I will die alone. Now, you can rest assured, I have found a wife .”

Daughter-in-law~Who is your daughter-in-law!It's really inexplicable.Shang Heyin just wanted to refuse, but there was a buzzing in his mind, a mess of words, his knees became limp and numb, and he knelt down together with Cong Youyan.

One prostration, two prostrations followed by three prostrations.

Cong Youyan held Shang Heyin's hand happily: "Daughter-in-law, this is really a coincidence. I met the cave where my master and I made alchemy before. This time we can be regarded as meeting the elders. Come on, we must consummate the house when we get home."

When he got up, Shang Heyin was still in a dazed state, and he woke up when he suddenly heard the word - consummation.

Shang Heyin, who escaped from the confused scene, the first thing he reacted was to kick Cong Youyan's calf hard.

Cong Youyan held back the pain, hurriedly hugged him, and begged in a low voice: "Why are you angry again? Daughter-in-law, in front of the master, you have to give me face."

"I'll give you face, who will give me face?" Shang Heyin broke away from the opponent's claw, blushed, and glanced at the tablet: "You, why do you still have a name? Wantong, is that your name?"

"It sounds good. It's a traditional Chinese medicine, also known as Sangjisheng." Youyan said proudly, "There are ten brothers and sisters in total, and I was the only one who was bestowed by the master in the end."

So, you were the first to die... Shang Heyin slandered silently.

After You Yan paid homage to the memorial tablet, he was in a very good mood, holding a candlestick, and led the way with bouncing bouncing.

His vision changed from dark to yellow, and the scene that appeared in front of him had a sense of time.

Cobwebs are all over the black wall, weeds half a person's height, withered and yellow canopy on the broken wall, and crooked gold-painted patterns show that this place should have been a well-repaired secret room originally.

In the thirty-square-meter space, there are remnants of walls and broken walls that have been blackened by sulfur everywhere. On the corner platform dug out according to the terrain, a black pot that exploded lies on the ruins in disgrace.

Xiaopang, who had been eager to try, cried out anxiously.

A few small beetles flew over obediently, picked up the fat bug carefully, and slid around the ruins.

Seeing Fat Chong's continuous mourning, Yu Yan empathized with him, knelt on the futon that had changed color long ago, picked out a grass core from it with his fingers, lit it, and flicked a flame at the black pot dully.

"Whoosh~"

A blue light flashed in the dark room, and a yellow paper talisman suddenly appeared from the black furnace, flew to the front, automatically without wind, fluttered in the air several times, and exploded with a "pop~".

The sudden rain, accompanied by aura, sprayed on Cong Youyan's face, and a burst of righteousness melted from the talisman, and quickly poured into Tianling Gai.

Shang Heyin's eyes lit up, thinking deeply: "I thought Taoist priests' drawing of talismans was just a trick to deceive people. It turns out there are genuine ones, so powerful."

After Yu Yan absorbed all the spiritual power, he let out a breath of foul air on his back, and his eyes were red again.

"Master treated me so well. After the incident happened, he sealed this place and no longer let anyone enter. He also expected that I would find this place after a long time, and specially left me a marrow washing talisman. Master, master!"

From Youyan's sad chanting, soon he felt sore in his heart, turned around and hugged Shang Heyin, buried his head in his arms, and burst into tears...

Shang Heyin's face was dyed a little red, and it was rare that he didn't show disgust, he hesitated for a few seconds, hugged the big boy back unskillfully, and said patiently and relieved: "Okay, it's all over, look, you Still alive, with a heartbeat."

Since Yuyan hugged the beauty and howled for a long time, he finally stopped crying, sobbing and choking, thinking of the letters he kept in the cave, those sorted cases might be able to sell for a good price, as long as he can sell, he is 10 years away The goal of [-] million is a small step closer.

He, who dreamed of hugging the beauty back, jumped up in a panic and ran around the room: "My baby, my baby, you should hurry up and come out."