Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2559
Going further in, the ancient palaces present all kinds of sculptures, animals and portraits are exquisite, and even the carved flowers are unique.

At the end of an alley is a stone wall blocked with marble, and there are no roads on the left or right.

Mu Qian pressed the mechanism on the wall, and a stone door on the left opened, and there was a dense darkness inside.

Just as Jian Junxi wanted to go in, Mu Qian took her arm and shook his head.

Write down in the notebook, "This is not a real entrance, it's just a trap that can only be opened from the outside, once people enter, they can't get out again.

And the inside is actually a dead end, even if you are not killed by the mechanism, you will be trapped to death. I opened it because the real mechanism is behind this stone door. "

Jian Junxi's blue eyes flashed a touch of surprise. The ancients had unique ingenuity. They not only carved the stones to life, but also came up with a design for the entrance that is hidden in the fake.

Mu Qian took out a stone from behind the door wall, and the stone door on the other side opened automatically, revealing a bottomless aisle two meters wide.

Mu Qian put the stone back, and after returning to its original shape, he led Jian Junxi to the right again.

Jian Junxi thought that he would be there soon, but he never expected that there were eight fake institutions like this, and he didn't see a huge stone tablet until the ninth stone gate was opened.

There are two words "Mujia" engraved on it flying and dancing.

Jian Junxi walked to the tombstone, looked at these two words, and fell into deep thought.

The thickness of the lines of the characters changes obviously, with ups and downs, the writing is vigorous and powerful, the momentum is like a flood, the color is dark, light and wet, the shape is broken and tossed, and the thickness and thickness are infinitely changing.

It not only integrates the perseverance and aggressiveness of Confucianism, but also contains the nature and change of Taoism. The author is somewhat disillusioned with the vanity of the world, but wants to live a long and empty life.

With this word, one can tell at a glance that this person has a very high academic level, and his writing skills will not be less than 30 years old.

What made her unbelievable was that she could feel these two words, as if they were worth tens of millions of gold, making her unable to breathe.

Mu Qian wrote in his notebook, "This was written by Mu Sufeng, the ancestor of the Mu family. It has been recorded in historical books and has been more than 1000 years old."

Jian Junxi nodded, it is not surprising that the ancestors had such a level.

Mu Qian wrote, "Young master, you're all wet, go to the young master's room to take a shower and change into clean clothes!"

Jian Junxi took off his down jacket, saw that the clothes inside were not affected, and it didn't feel cold here, so he refused indifferently: "No need!"

Mu Qian took the down jacket and backpack and put them aside, then took out his notebook and pen.

"You haven't eaten breakfast yet. I just made it. The restaurant is over there." Mu Qian pointed to the northwest.

Jian Junxi wanted to refuse at first, but he held back his gaze full of expectation, and said lightly, "Go and change your clothes first!"

Mu Qian waved his hand, and the man walked forward, and Jian Junxi had to follow.

As soon as I walked into the hall, I was still surprised by the buildings inside. It may be because it is underground, so the interior is supported by many red pillars.

Each pillar is engraved with a pair of dragons and phoenixes circling around, looking up at the sky, as if ready to soar into the sky at any time, the scene is extremely spectacular.

Looking around, there are all old-fashioned furniture of decades or even hundreds of years. Because they are well maintained, they don't look old, but there is an illusion that they have entered hundreds of years ago.

Jian Junxi looked at the calligraphy and painting of Shangshan Rushui on the wall, as well as the lifelike sculptures of animals, with a little appreciation in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)