There is a bug in the space? That's called buff!

Tang Yiran tapped the wall inch by inch with his fingers.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da!"

The crisp sound echoed in the empty room. She felt her hands were sore from knocking, but she couldn't find an empty wall. Is there no exit in this room?

She sat down against the wall, feeling somewhat depressed. She stared at the bronze door she had come in through, wondering if she had to use this door to get out again.

Tang Yiran had no choice but to try his luck and went forward to study the bronze door.

She observed for a long time but couldn't find the door handle. She then felt around for a long time but there was no hidden door handle and there was no mechanism that could be operated.

The door was tightly closed, like an insurmountable barrier. She sighed in frustration and sat down on the floor. Unconsciously, she looked up at the ceiling.

When she came in just now, she just took a quick glance at the ceiling, but now it seems that there is a lot to it.

There is a golden relief on the ceiling, which looks like a poplar tree with a few sparse golden leaves hanging on the poplar. The golden leaves are individual individuals, and they seem to flutter in the wind.

Beyond the poplar trees are pieces of golden leaves, some of which are just patterns on the ceiling; others are half printed on the ceiling and half exposed.

The golden leaves are in various shapes, like autumn leaves drifting and falling to the ground, but this place is the ceiling at this moment.

"With the sky as the ground, could it be that he went out from the ceiling?" Tang Yiran muttered as he looked at the relief on the ceiling.

"But if I want to get out from the ceiling, there are two problems: First, I don't have Qinggong, how can I get up to the ceiling? Second, even if I get up, where is the exit?"

She had no choice but to sit down and continue observing. After looking carefully, she found that there seemed to be words on some of the leaves. The words were very small and in seal script, which was somewhat difficult for her to recognize as she was used to modern simplified characters.

After many identifications and combinations, she finally understood "There is a God above your head!"

That’s right, there is a god above our heads!

"Then we should start from the ground and measure three feet. Maybe the machine expansion is there!"

Tang Yiran stood up happily. If she followed Sanchi's hint, the clue would be on the wall, but she had checked the wall before and found no secret door.

"It must be a floral pattern or something!"

With an idea in mind, Tang Yiran began searching at a height of about three feet around the wall. She carefully observed the murals on the wall, but found that the height of three feet was exactly the edge of the mural. The patterns were exactly the same and there was no clue at all.

Tang Yiran felt a little discouraged when she saw this, so she sat down again and reviewed the situation carefully.

"In Feng Shui, the white tiger belongs to the element of metal, so the ceiling is dominated by metal. Metal also belongs to autumn, and the withering of autumn leaves fits the theme of the white tiger."

"If the sky is the earth, and the sky is the earth... then isn't that upside down? What is upside down? If the sky and the earth are upside down, then there is a god above our heads. We can't measure from the ground where we stand, but from the sky as the starting point."

Thinking of this, Tang Yiran looked at the ceiling again and compared it approximately three feet below the ceiling. Sure enough, this time she made a new discovery: three feet below the ceiling, there was a scene of a dragon flying in the wild and defeating a white tiger.

Looking at other murals, it turned out that each dragon was in a different position on the wall, and this dragon was exactly three feet away from the ceiling.

Tang Yiran observed carefully and found that the states of the flying dragon corresponded to the six states of Qian hexagram: the dragon in hiding, the dragon seen in the fields, dry all day, or leaping into the abyss, the flying dragon in the sky, the arrogant dragon with regrets. And this one is exactly the flying dragon in the sky.

Nine and five, the dragon is flying in the sky!

Ninety-five? Tang Yiran looked around, and then at the ground he was standing on. Wasn't the floor made of tiles? He counted them and found that the tiles were seventeen by seventeen squares.

The entrance is right in the middle, and the largest number from it to the left or right is nine.

"Is this machine expansion really on the floor tiles?"

Tang Yiran decided to walk to the left first. She walked to the wall and stepped hard on the floor tiles one by one, "one, two, three, four, five", but every place was the same, including the fifth tile. She made a "tat tat" sound when she stepped on it, and there was nothing special about it.

She walked to the right side, position 95, and the result was the same.

"I was wrong?" Tang Yiran thought carefully, and she continued to observe the mural on the wall. This flying dragon seemed a little weird.

What's wrong? Tang Yiran stared at the other dragons for a long time and finally understood. The other dragons were all facing east. As the saying goes, "Purple air comes from the east", these dragons naturally absorb the purple air from the east, but this flying dragon's head is facing west.

"Falling again?"

"Could it be that I'm counting from the other side?" Tang Yiran muttered to himself uncertainly.

She counted again from the opposite direction of the door, but still failed.

"Nine-five, nine-five, do they mean to reverse these two numbers? Make it fifty-nine?" Tang Yiran started counting from the door again.

"One, two,...seven, eight, nine." She held her breath and stomped on the ground. In the empty room, the only sound was the clatter of her footsteps. Until she reached the ninth step, she felt that the sounds were a little different. Everywhere else she heard the "clatter, clatter, clatter" sound, but only in this place did the clatter of her footsteps sound like the "dong dong dong" sound of knocking on empty air.

Tang Yiran was very happy. She squatted in front of the floor and observed it carefully.

If you don't observe, you won't know that there are hidden dragon patterns everywhere on the floor. However, you can only see these hidden dragon patterns by squatting on the ground and looking at it diagonally. And this piece of floor is exactly the position of the dragon head.

She took out a small knife from the space and pried along the cracks around the floor, trying to figure out how to open the floor, but she found that the cracks were very narrow, so narrow that she couldn't find a suitable place to cut.

She sat on the ground and observed the floor carefully. The dragon head on the floor was vivid and lifelike, with its whiskers floating freely and its scales shining with golden light, but... its eyes were dull.

"It turns out that this dragon's eye is lifeless and needs to be brightened up!"

Tang Yiran raised her left hand. The place where she had bitten before had already scabbed over. She bit her other finger without hesitation. Blood oozed out. She squeezed a drop of blood into the center of the dragon eye, and the blood instantly dissolved.

She didn’t know if Tang Yiran was dazzled or what, but she felt as if the dragon closed its eyes and then opened them again.

In an instant, golden light became bright, and she watched the dragon on the ground fly up into the sky. The dragon rushed directly to the ceiling, hit the golden tree relief, and then merged into the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" relief on the wall. The dragon head then turned strangely to the east.

Seeing this, Tang Yiran was stunned. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she was not seeing things. All of this was so bizarre and completely beyond her understanding of this dynasty.

The golden leaves slowly gathered from all around the ceiling towards the golden tree, and finally all hung on the golden tree. In an instant, the almost withered golden tree became lush and leafy.

"A dead tree comes back to life with spring?" Tang Yiran looked up and muttered to himself in confusion.

Then, a complete golden tree gradually grew out from the ceiling and kept moving towards the ground. Seeing that it was about to fall to the ground, Tang Yiran quickly dodged to the corner of the wall.

Tang Yiran then discovered that the piece of floor with the dragon head had been opened, and a fire was lit on the ground. A white tiger gradually condensed in the fire. The white tiger grew bigger and bigger, and finally became about four feet tall. It was snow-white all over, with soft and smooth hair, and its eyes gave a rather unruly look.

It walked lazily on the ground, and suddenly it stared at Tang Yiran for a long time, then roared towards the sky in the direction of Tang Yiran.