[Tomb Raiders Notes] Play to the depths, enter the venue by yourself

Go back to the sea and pass away, only the evening is left (repair)

Zhang Yan, who directly violently destroyed the formation and cut a path, raised his sword and walked in. When he passed through the last dilapidated fence barrier, he stopped slowly. This is actually a medicine valley?

Looking at the beautiful valley in front of him, Zhang Yan's restless mood suddenly calmed down.

He looked at the lush and wanton bushes growing at half a person's height under his feet, and a faint sense of danger emerged spontaneously. Is there a trick or a trap?Zhang Yan looked at the dilapidated buildings at the end of the valley again, frowned, and simply used lightness kung fu to step in from above the medicinal bushes, and soon came to the open space in front of the dilapidated stone mountain gate that could not be seen clearly. He first looked at the dilapidated mountain gate in front of him, which was almost only left with a stone shelf. Judging by the situation, no one had been there for hundreds of years. After entering the mountain gate and observing for a while, Zhang Yan confirmed that this should be It was a small Taoist temple that did not comply with regulations. Zhang Yan looked down again at the barren open space under his feet, and the decayed small piles of wooden frames on both sides of the open space. There were no incense burners or copper tripods. There are no god statues, only a pair of unicorn stone statues standing at the door, it feels more like a fake Taoist temple that only lives for people and does not worship...

"The people who used to live here feel more freer than me?" Zhang Yan suddenly felt that he had a slight liking for the original owner of this place, and he didn't bother to care about the surprise just now, and happily decided to be here tonight It's better to have a place to sleep than to be out in the open.

Zhang Yan looked back at the cold water pool under the waterfall on the left side of the valley, and the bare stone wall on the right side except for weeds. He stepped into this Taoist temple where most of the gates were decayed and collapsed, and finally entered. It was only later that I found out that, except for the rotten building of the front gate, the buildings inside were well preserved. Although they all looked shabby from the outside, at least the gates were still standing in their original places, and nothing had collapsed. Signs, even the roof ridge beast is there.

Zhang Yan first looked at the entrances of the left and right enshrined halls in front of the main hall, and as expected, he found that not only were there no enshrined statues, but the craftsman hall and the pharmaceutical hall were inside, and even though most of the things inside were somewhat corroded, But it still works.

"This guy is quite rich. He even has gold pots, silver pots, and white jade spoons." Zhang Yan, the poor ghost who first entered the pharmacy hall to check the utensils, couldn't help sighing enviously, "It's also a fake Taoist. There is such a big difference in life.”

"Master Fusheng Wuliang... I wish I could have a few of these sets... tsk tsk tsk" Zhang Yan hurriedly withdrew from the side hall that made him feel a little out of balance, and he was not in the mood to go to the craftsman's hall again, just sighed After taking a deep breath, he walked towards the main hall, "Would the main hall be transformed into a bedroom?"

Accompanied by a creaking sound, Zhang Yan pushed open the door of the hall, but found that there was actually a dusty altar in the middle of the hall covered with cobwebs. There doesn't seem to be much decay, and there are still two ever-burning lights on the left and right, but of course they have gone out now.

But it was still an unruly main hall. Zhang Yan looked at the two rows of grand master chairs on both sides of the road leading to the altar, and the round tables and chairs placed around them farther away. Living room and dining room?Look at the number of tables and chairs on these two sides, the minimum is 50 people to start. Zhang Yan looked at these decorations where the dust accumulated was almost thickened into floating soil, shook his head and continued to walk out from the back door, looked at the two sides In the last two side halls, the style of these two rooms is very obvious. The left side is obviously changed into a kitchen and utility room, and the right side seems to be turned into a guest room... Zhang Yan glanced at the Datong shop style inside and the upper part The mats that were all rotten, lost interest immediately, and walked towards the last apse. The apse was obviously not a Taoist style, but directly turned into a Ming-style two-story attic, but it looked better than all the previous ones. The buildings are well preserved, and even the door locks are well hung on the carved wooden doors, unlike the locks in the previous temples.Except for the marks of time and the accumulation of dust, there is not even a spider web.

Zhang Yan looked at the attic quietly, suddenly became silent and hesitant, and his calm heart suddenly churned.

He suppressed the inexplicable ups and downs of emotions, hesitated for a while, raised the sword and knocked off the door lock, gently pushed the door and walked in, the afterglow of the setting sun slanted into it, and the reflected dust flew around.Zhang Yan watched quietly, and a feeling that was so familiar that he wanted to cry spontaneously arose.

The first floor of the small building is more like a library layout, except for a simple brown-red tea table by the window, the other sides are full of bookshelves.The space on the right side of the door is also neatly placed several rows of the same bookshelf cabinets. The only one on the right end without bookshelves is an upward brown wooden staircase, which is farther away from the brown-red tea table by the window on the left There is a reddish-brown desk, and there are all kinds of decorations such as calligraphy, painting, incense burner and lamp stand beside it. Except for the general obsolescence caused by the years, there is no other decay. came.

But Zhang Yan didn't look at these things carefully, his eyes were fixed directly on the desk, there was something incompatible with the display here - a knife holder that was obviously put on after pushing away a pile of things on the desk , on the knife rest is an ancient black gold knife.

Looking at this black gold ancient knife, Zhang Yan, who didn't know what he was thinking, put the sword into its sheath, and subconsciously walked over. He brushed away the thick dust, and took out a folded one from under the knife holder, only to reveal One corner of the yellow paper was on the outside, Zhang Yan touched the edge of the paper, the material made him sure that it was a kind of yellow talisman paper with a characteristic that he had been using all along, but before, he always thought it was only the "system" "That's what it is... but now it seems that it is not the case...

He looked at the other sundries on the table that had been brutally pushed away, and there was a stack of uncut blank talisman paper inside. It seemed that the person who used to put the knife holder took a piece of paper by the side and wrote After something, fold it and press it under the knife holder.

Zhang Yan rubbed the paper. For some reason, he was a little afraid to open it, and even panicked because of it.

With a steady mind, Zhang Yan slowly unfolded the piece of paper. On it was a piece of vernacular written in small script:

"Zhang Yan, my deadline is coming, but I still don't believe that you are dead. If you can come back in time and see this piece of paper, come to the Zhang family to give me a ride. Although we are not a real family, we have the same surname anyway. Seeing as me, the unlucky head of the patriarch. I always remember that it’s not easy for you, don’t give me this little face, if you don’t come, I will die with regret” [Note [-]]

Zhang Yan read the whole paragraph silently, and instantly his whole heart felt inexplicably stabbed, as if being grabbed, and an extreme sadness poured from the blank space in his heart to his limbs and bones.

He looked at the paper, his mind went blank, and his whole body froze in place, but his usually stable hands kept shaking.

At this moment, water drops fell on the paper suddenly, Zhang Yan was startled for a moment, touched his face, only to realize that he was already full of tears, so I was crying?

Is this really me crying?

But why am I crying?

Even though she was crying, she still couldn't feel anything, and couldn't remember anything.

Zhang Yan laughed quietly, but even this smile seemed to be crying silently.

He raised his head, covered his eyes with his hands, and tried to stop the tears, but found that the tears were still flowing down uncontrollably, as if he wanted to clean up the tears that hadn't fallen before. He searched his memory carefully, but no matter how hard he searched, his memory was still 38 years old, and there was not even a single fragment of it, and he had no way of knowing which patriarch of the Zhang family was the person who made him so sad. what is it call.

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and suddenly asked, "I've lived here, right?"

"Ding, the need has been detected, and the answer is being retrieved..."

"Ding, the search is complete, this answer has been deleted..."

"Ding, the retrieval cost has been generated..."

"Ding, the search cost has been offset..."

"Ding, this search is over, I wish you a happy use..."

"In the previous world, those non-task drops that you randomly threw out came from this world, right?"

"Ding, the need has been detected, and the answer is being retrieved..."

"Ding, the search is complete, this answer has been deleted..."

"Ding, the retrieval cost has been generated..."

"Ding, the search cost has been offset..."

"Ding, this search is over, I wish you a happy use..."

"Who is he?"

"Ding, the need has been detected, and the answer is being retrieved..."

"Ding, the search is complete, this answer has been deleted..."

"Ding, the retrieval cost has been generated..."

"Ding, the search cost has been offset..."

"Ding, this search is over, I wish you a happy use..."

"Ha, haha, hahaha" Zhang Yan was still crying, but he laughed wantonly, what else could he say?What can I do?These memories were obviously deleted as a price, and he probably will never get them back...

After an indeterminate amount of time, Zhang Yan gradually calmed down his emotions. He took a deep breath and began to rationally analyze the situation here. At least he can be sure that this is his former residence, and the doubts along the way before can also be resolved. Untied, but what else?Zhang Yan has a bitter expression on his face. Now he would rather he had never been here before. It turns out that he has really been in this world a long time ago... and he has a long history with the Zhang family. It is obvious that this place is dominated by him. Built with assistance.That's why most of the formations here are written by him, and a small part is different.

Therefore, Zhang Qiling would say that he had seen similar patterns on his bottle before, and he should have seen Wang Zanghai once, and even got along with him for some reason, and this also explained why he saw that Qimen Dunjia in the tomb under the sea. There will be a sense of familiarity, because some small details and habits in it are derived from his own technique habits, but because it is too subtle and he didn't think about it from himself, so he never found out the reason.

Zhang Yan thought of those two empty boxes again. The box in the right side hall should have been used by the forbidden woman to hold the beads, so I have no impression, and the empty box under the coral tree that he was familiar with... should have been him in the first place. Although I don't know what is inside, it should have fallen into Wang Zanghai's hands for some reason, and took it to suppress his tomb for Feng Shui.And the things that have been lost in it should have been taken away by a tomb robber who came later.

After thinking about this, Zhang Yanqiang pulled himself together and began to carefully flip through the classics in the study. Although the books on the table were broken when touched, they could no longer be flipped easily, but the closed books in the bookshelf could still be flipped through. Sure enough, there are a lot of his own handwriting in it.

So he went back to the first few side halls to check carefully. He first went to the medicine hall he had entered first, and then opened the locker inside. Types of porcelain vases.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty... Zhang Yan stroked the porcelain vase he took out from the cabinet, his face darkened.

It took a while for Zhang Yan to completely calm down all his emotions, and then brought all his packages in, and managed to repair the big formation that he had violently chopped out of the way before dark.

In the end, he was so busy until the sun went down that he could only be thankful that he just made a way out instead of destroying all the formations... After knowing that this place turned out to be his territory, think about the violent destruction of the protection formation just now Unlawful behavior... The mood is probably equal to the complex emotions of why Your Majesty rebelled...

Throwing the package into the first floor of the attic, Zhang Yan dug out lamp oil from the sundry hall next to it and added it to the lamp stand, then walked up to the second floor with an oil lamp and a can of lamp oil.

After reaching the second floor, Zhang Yan saw a simple and spacious bedroom layout as he wished. What surprised him was that there were not one bed inside, but two beds. The whole bed was obviously the place where he used to meditate and rest, but the other one was a simple single wooden bed, and the batting on it had naturally rotted away.The placement is next to the bunk, and just forms an adjacent angle, which does not talk about the general layout of the bedroom at all.

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, and immediately guessed who the extra wooden bed might have slept in before—the owner of the knife downstairs. After all, the door was locked when he came, and there was no trace of damage. Yes, someone else can open and lock the door.

Zhang Yan, who couldn't think of anything, was full of exhaustion. He sighed softly, and after turning on the lamp, he began to clean the dust on his bed, and then went straight to sleep.