Mountains and seas can be flat

Qi Gong couldn't help looking back at his broken car while walking, Fang Zheng said: "Can't this car be repaired?"

Hope flashed in the eyes of the strange man: "You still let me go back to repair?"

"Let go. I told you that we are not bad people, I just let you show me the way first. What's your name?"

"My name is Santu."

The three pictures of the strange-armed man showed disbelief. After all, the skills of Zifeng and others just now, and the fact that the net bag shattered when Fang Zheng lightly swiped it, all showed their strength. In this era, strength often means plunder.

Beside the beech forest, there was a seemingly ordinary small ditch. The odd-armed man jumped down and pulled the lush green vines and weeds, and suddenly an entrance appeared beside the ditch.Fang Zheng noticed that there were many cylinders on both sides of the entrance, and many arrows were exposed inside.It seems that if there is no one to lead the way, if you want to force it through, you will have to be shot into a sieve.

Unexpectedly, the man with the odd arm jumped into the hole and shouted at the same time: "Let go!"

A string of arrows were shot at the entrance, and they shot at Fang Zheng and the others. Fortunately, Fang Zheng had observed it before and was mentally prepared.He pops the golden bell.Zifeng, Changling and the others also retreated quickly, but none were injured.

Only the little slave, Jiao, was unlucky. He didn't have a strong fighting quality, and was shot by several arrows in an instant, and fell into a pool of blood.With a few breaths left, he groaned in pain.

The door of the passage was activated at the same time that the odd-armed man jumped in. Behind the camouflaged wooden door, there was a heavy and solid stone door, which was gradually closing.

Fang Zheng was angry from the bottom of his heart, he heard a slight "click" of the arrow machine inside, it was the sound of a round of arrows shooting into the air.Fang Zheng jumped out immediately, just in time to put his hand into the gap of the stone gate, and used the "shrinking hand skill" to get in. At the same time, he pulled out the Chonghua sword, and stuck it firmly on the stone gate. Squeeze hard into the middle.But the stone was no match for the sharpness of the sword, and it was chopped into pieces like tofu hitting a kitchen knife.

Behind the stone gate, in addition to the three pictures of the odd-armed man just now, there are two gatekeepers who are struggling to turn a winch. They each have only one hand. Seeing Fang Zheng shrinking in like a ghost, they are all scared. His face was earthy.

Behind this stone door is a semi-enclosed mechanism room, which contains various wooden gear mechanisms. It should have been a stone cave in the past, and the outside of the cave can be seen from the open half of the mechanism room.The residence of the Qihu people is built on a small mound, and there are stretches of exquisite wooden houses scattered on high ground.

At this moment, quite a few of the odd-armed people had heard the commotion and rushed over. Most of them held crossbows in their hands, which were machines that could be released with one hand. Only very few held knives or swords, and no one held axes or daggers. Equal weights.

Fang Zheng grabbed a few stones at hand and threw them at the two odd-armed men who turned the winch, and they had no choice but to let go.With a bang, the stone door reopened.Zifeng, Chang Ling, and the remaining Anda stepped in, while Cha'er and Gou'er stayed outside to check on the little slave.

Fang Zheng angrily said to the strange-armed people who were rushing over one after another: "If you save people now, we can still talk! Otherwise—" Fang Zheng suddenly pulled the Chonghua sword from the open stone gate, and smashed it into pieces with a "wow" The winch behind the stone gate and the cylinder machine for placing arrows.

Although those odd-armed men were holding crossbows in their hands, none of them dared to shoot the arrow first, they huddled together like a swarm of bees.All of a sudden, only the clattering of horseshoes was heard, and those odd-armed people separated from each other with expressions of amnesty.Fang Zheng saw a tall man with odd arms riding on the back of a snow-white horse, holding a long gun in his hand, and a small cylinder at the end of the gun.

He yelled loudly and attacked Fang Zheng and the others, and pressed a mechanism on the spear. Suddenly, a burst of flames came out of the cylinder, which exploded in front of Fang Zheng and the others with a bang. The thick smoke completely concealed the figures of Fang Zheng and others.

Those odd-armed people were silent for a moment, and then burst into cheers.But when the smoke cleared, their laughter froze immediately.

Fang Zheng, Zifeng and others stood where they were intact—except that their faces seemed to be blackened, and their aura was even darker.

Without Fang Zheng and Zifeng taking action, Chang Ling whipped out the whip and slapped the horse's face. The horse raised its front hooves as if startled, and threw off the tall man with odd arms on its back.A big snow-white fox ran up in front of the man with an "awow", strangled his neck tightly with its sharp front paws, and rode on the man.

Fang Zheng casually raised his hand to wipe his face, and repeated coldly: "Save people."

Zifeng suddenly grabbed Fang Zheng, shook his head hesitantly, and made a series of gestures. Changling translated: "Master Zifeng said, you don't need to save that little slave, you don't know that he wanted to hurt you in private .”

"For what?" Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Zifeng was silent for a moment, then sighed and gestured a few times, Chang Ling was also stunned, and it took him a long time to helplessly translate: "For...to please Master Zifeng."

Fang Zheng was in a complicated mood. He looked back twice, and the little slave was still moaning and groaning in pain outside the cave. Fang Zheng finally said: "Save, it is a life after all. It is his survival instinct to be attached to the strong. If he could really hurt me, I'll just strangle him to death. Whoever happened to be right in front of me, even if it was a beast, would save it if he couldn't bear it, and he didn't want to be grateful in return. It has nothing to do with me saving him. "

Zifeng's expression turned violent for a moment, and the other people around him, even those odd-armed people, were stunned.

The tall man who was strangled by the fox just now said with difficulty: "Let... save... save people... take you... in..."

Zifeng directed Cha'er to bring the little slave in, arranged for Gou'er and Na'anda to guard the gate, and the rest followed the Qigong people to the tribe.The Qigong people put down their weapons along the way. As I saw with my own eyes just now, they are not the opponents of these people. Once the gate barrier is opened, their weak force value is not vulnerable at all, but Fang Zheng's remark just now made them all In addition to the fear, there was a trace of curiosity, covering his eyes like a small animal and looking at Fang Zheng through his fingers.

Santu, who was the first to drive the flying car, sighed. Fang Zheng didn't settle the score with him, so he became angry when he saw it: "Are you so afraid of us? Are we so cruel?"

Santu said: "No, no, no... I saw it just now... I'm sorry, but we really don't dare to take the risk. And—" he was about to cry, "The torch is useless, we spent a lot of effort to develop it of."

Fang Zheng smelled the smell of saltpeter and sulfur just now, and he was secretly surprised that it might be the prototype of gunpowder in later generations, but it didn't exert its power. It sounded like a squib was blown up. He blurted out: "Did it get wet?"

Santu's eyes lit up: "That's right! Why didn't I think of that!" He looked excited and fidgeted, and patted the tall, odd-armed man who was being escorted by the big fox with a depressed face, "Datu, do you hear me? If not, go back and check!"

Santu looked at Fang Zheng very excitedly again, his eyes sparkling: "You also understand these Yanfa?"

"Yanfa?" Fang Zheng thought for a moment in confusion. "Yanshu" in the Spring and Autumn Period meant clever tricks. In ancient times, there were craftsmen who made flying cars and other things in mythology. . "Well...you know a little bit about it."

Fang Zheng thought, explaining this thing with the current knowledge of physics and chemistry, he is always qualified to say a few words.

"You said it earlier!" Santu danced and danced. He had completely forgotten that he was now the "hostage" of Fang Zheng and others. Is it the descendants of Qigong Yan people with signs from all over the place?"

"What? The descendants of Qigong Yanren? I don't know about that. These are... family biography." Fang Zheng also heard a word just now, "Xi Rang".This is in the myth. During the great flood, Yao sent Gun to control the water, but Gun was not good at controlling the water, so he went to steal a treasure of the Emperor of Heaven, called "Xi Rang".It is said to stop floods.But Gun still failed to control the water in the end, and Emperor Yao was punished for the Dongchuang incident, and Emperor Yao expelled him into exile. It is also said that Emperor Yao sent Zhu Rong to kill him.Later, it was his son Dayu who successfully cured the flood.

"Well, well, it's almost 100 years, we still have to dodge..."

Fang Zheng listened to Santu talk about the history of their tribe while walking.It turns out that their ancestors with odd arms, long long ago, were Fengboyu masters under the Yellow Emperor. The craftsmen in the village lived in the capital, and their own clan lived in the quiet valley around the king's domain for a long time, concentrating on researching and developing more Yan methods.

Many years after the death of the Yellow Emperor, the tribes in the capital and the tribes in the valley had a disagreement on the classification of machinery. has a new leader and wants to create more offensive vehicles.The elders in the valley closed the valley in a fit of anger, breaking with the tribe outside.Hundreds of years later, I don't know what the outside world has become, until the catastrophe of the great flood, the tribe was forced to leave their homes, and when they were exiled, they heard that a tribal leader named "Gun" was recruiting strange workers from all over the world. Yan people, making tools for water control.They went with their families in order to have a good meal.

Gun wants the Qizhi people to make a civil structure that can grow automatically and replicate continuously, so as to block the continuous flood, and call it "Xi Soil".At that time, the elders of the Qigong tribe agreed. They worked day and night for more than ten years, but they still couldn't make this kind of thing.During the manufacturing process, the elder went crazy, and a strange thing appeared on his arm, killing many people.

Gun was exiled to Mount Yu due to poor water control, and died with hatred.These core craftsmen were also regarded as Gun's close ministers and were wanted and hunted down.Many excellent elders and craftsmen died on the road, and those who survived had their arms cut off. In the end, only some old, weak, sick and disabled were left, and they fled to the valleys near Kunlun Mountain. Days of fear.Even though Gun has been dead for more than 100 years, Yao, Shun and Yu have passed away, and the times have completely changed, they still dare not leave, and every newborn child has to cut off an arm, so as not to forget the blood and tears and lessons of their ancestors, and they are also afraid of arms. Something weird is growing on it.

"Many of our crafts have been lost. The flying cars that can be built now are very weak, and the torches always fail." Santu was a little frustrated, and then looked at Fang Zheng with hope in his eyes, "But some of our clansman did not split out at the time. Is it? Their descendants may still have those technologies, and maybe you will too."

Of course Fang Zheng knew he was not, but he pretended to be vague and pushed it away.

While talking, they came to the place where the witch doctor lived.Qigong people are good at craftsmanship, and their doctors are mostly old people who are proficient in gold and stone techniques.Fang Zheng and others explained the origin and handed over the dying little slave Jiao.After the witch doctor checked, he told Fang Zheng that he was still alive.Although the little slave Jiao couldn't speak, he looked at Fang Zheng with fog in his eyes, with deep remorse and shame in his eyes.

Fang Zheng ignored him and didn't bother the witch doctor to rescue him. He walked out the door, signaled Zifeng to leave a personal guard, and asked Santu, "Where is your patriarch? I have something to talk to him about."

Hesitation flashed across Santu's face: "...Forget it, it's the same if you have something to say to me, our patriarch...has been doing nothing for a long time."

Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows: "So, you are the patriarch?"

Santu trembled in fright: "I don't want it. The patriarch is crazy. Every Qigong patriarch will be crazy, so I don't want to be one."

"But if you are in charge, isn't that the same as in practice?" Fang Zheng asked doubtfully.

"It's not the same," Santu swallowed and said, "The patriarch must inherit that thing, must go to see that thing, and then he will become more and more crazy, let him stay inside..."

Zi Feng gestured, and Chang Ling said: "Our leader said, it seems that the rumors are true, do you really have Ji Liang?"

Santu's face turned pale all of a sudden: "You——"

Fang Zheng stopped and said: "Don't be so nervous, just ask. Kira? Will that thing make you crazy?"

Ji Liang is a mythical horse that can live long after being ridden. Its coat is snow-white, its mane is red, and its eyes are red gold.When he entered the door just now, the tall man with odd arms was riding a snow-white horse without a red mane. Maybe it was the offspring of a cross between Kira and an ordinary horse.

Santu said: "We do have such a horse... It has lived for a long time. When those ancestors migrated in more than 100 years ago, they brought it with them. They built a secret library and stored all the mechanical blueprints that had lost the craftsmen's inheritance. It is placed in a secret place. After those people died, only Ji Liang knew how to go. After each patriarch took office, Ji Liang would take him to our secret library alone. Those powerful but dangerous blueprints are the glory of our ancestors. It is also a treasure that every craftsman wants to try to restore. But they are too profound, and if they cannot be mastered, it is easy to go crazy according to the spirit of our clan. So we have not been allowed to see them. Only the best-skilled patriarchs are allowed to go... But often..."

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes: "Speaking of which, maybe I still have some inheritance relationship with you, maybe I can help you."

Santu sighed, with the expression of a dead horse like a living horse doctor, "You will know after you go to see it first."

The patriarch's residence is a huge courtyard, the outside is all locked with iron chains, and there are frequent explosions inside.The door can be moved, and the three pictures introduced that one is responsible for transporting food and water, the other is responsible for changing defecation, and there is a large trap door that can transport some materials in.Their patriarch is 42 years old and has been in the house for 20 years, and his hair has turned snow white.

Fang Zheng said to Zifeng: "The two of us go in and have a look, and the others will meet outside."

Santu said: "Open the small door for them."

The two odd-armed guards carefully removed the dozen or so iron chains on the small door, listened carefully to the movement inside, and carefully opened a crack, but a pair of black and bright eyes popped out silently from behind the door, and they kept pushing towards the door. The crowd was so frightened that they hurriedly slammed the door again with a "bang!" and resisted firmly.

"Don't come out! Go back! Go back inside!" the guards shouted.

The people inside made strange noises.Fang Zheng said in amazement: "It's all like this, and you still lock him in? Let him out for treatment. What can you study?"

"Intermittently." Santu whispered, "When he wakes up, he will scold us for not letting him stay inside, and he will go to study like hell."

Sure enough, there was noise inside for a while, and then there was no sound again.The two guards carefully opened the door, and the patriarch seemed to be hiding somewhere else. They whispered to Zheng and Zifeng, "Okay, go in quickly. Come out whenever the situation is wrong. Don't mention the word 'hand'."

Fang Zheng and Zifeng looked at each other, Fang Zheng jumped into the crack of the door first, Zifeng went to hold his hand, Fang Zheng didn't shake it off this time, after they entered, the two guards quickly locked the door again on.

It was pitch black inside, and Fang Zheng wondered how to do research in such a dark place.Suddenly a few fires were lit in the corner, and Patriarch Qigong hung his head from the beam like a cat hanging upside down, looking at Fang Zheng and Zifeng curiously, showing a serious smile.