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Zhao Haiping took out a wine gourd from the house. Meng Qiqi recognized this gourd. Zhou Ziheng's gourds were all about the same size, and the most common gourd had to be paired with a jade cork—turn it over and have a look Sure enough, the word "Zhou" was engraved on the bottom of the gourd.

"Open it and have a look." Zhao Haiping said.

Meng Qiqi then opened the cork and found that there was something like a rag in the wine gourd. It was very light, but the spout was too narrow to pour it out.But Meng Qiqi couldn't be bothered, he groped in the Sumeru Ring and found a thin hairpin. With a light pinch of his fingers, he bent the tail of the hairpin into a small hook shape, and easily put the wine into the gourd. The things are ticked out.

It was a dilapidated piece of parchment with a dull color. There were traces of wine stains on the paper, and because it had been stuffed in the wine gourd, it smelled of wine.

Meng Qiqi waved it to dissipate the smell of alcohol, then spread it out on the table.The other three people came over together and saw something densely written on the paper, but because too much time had passed and it was soaked in wine, they couldn't see clearly.

"What is this writing?" Zhao Haiping squinted his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be not well.

Meng Qiqi shook her head and asked, "Didn't Uncle Zhao show it?"

Zhao Haiping also shook his head and said: "No, Shiro said that this thing is very important, so don't let others know easily. I was afraid that I would accidentally leak it, so I didn't read it at all."

At this time, Shen Qingya suddenly let out a sigh.

Meng Qiqi immediately asked: "What do you see?"

Shen Qingya didn't answer, picked up the parchment and went to the sun to look more carefully.Meng Qiqi didn't dare to interrupt, so she reached out her hand to stop Zhao Haiping, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Uncle Zhao, this is my life-long friend, you can trust her."

Shen Qingya has read poetry and books since he was a child. In terms of erudition, I am afraid that no one in the younger generation of Xianmen can surpass him.Meng Qiqi guessed that he must have discovered something, all they could do was wait.

But Shen Qingya also seemed to be in trouble, her brows were deeply frowned, and her eyes showed hesitation.After a long time, he turned around and said uncertainly: "This seems to be a musical score, but the way it is recorded is very strange, and it is not quite the same as ordinary musical scores."

"Music score?" Meng Qiqi raised his eyebrows, thinking of Zhou Ziheng's unreliable old man, he said, "Could it be some drinking order?"

"No. This is more like a large-scale court repertoire or a war song in the army." Shen Qingya said.

Hearing this, Chen Boyan said: "If it is the battle song of the forging sergeant, my Black Feather Army also has it, and its power is not small."

Meng Qiqi hurriedly asked, "How to say?"

Chen Boyan glanced at Zhao Haiping from the corner of his eye, paused, and said: "If it is an ordinary battle song, it can at most boost morale. However, there are many seniors in Xianmen who are proficient in rhythm, and they use rhythm as a sharp blade to kill the enemy. My Black Feather Army The battle song circulated in the novel can not only boost morale, but also greatly increase the energy in the soldiers in a short period of time."

Meng Qiqi nodded, but her doubts remained undiminished, "But this kind of music is of no use to my little uncle. Why does he hide it so well? Is there anything special about it?"

After finishing speaking, Meng Qiqi picked up the parchment again, trying to find some clues from it.

Shen Qingya said: "This sheet music is incomplete, the name of the sheet music should be on the right side, but you see, the part on the right side has been torn off and is gone."

Meng Qiqi looked carefully, and as expected, she asked, "Can you hum a part to listen?"

Shen Qingya was stunned, looked at Meng Qiqi and Chen Boyan, then glanced at Zhao Haiping and the little boy who had finally made tea and ran over with a teapot, and said, "Let me try to play a part."

After finishing speaking, a guqin suddenly appeared in Shen Qingya's hand.Surprised and curious, the little boy put the teapot on the table and stood next to Yifu to watch Shen Qingya play the piano.

Shen Qingya was very focused when playing the piano, her bony fingers stroked the strings, as if she was stroking the psychic white deer on Tianmu Mountain.He tried the notes a few times, groping for the melody in his heart at a leisurely pace, with a peaceful expression.

In the already quiet bamboo forest, it seemed to be even quieter.

A bamboo leaf quietly fell by his hand, touched his little finger lightly, and was shaken down by the sudden melody.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and in an instant, the falling bamboo leaves and the arc of the wind seemed to be covered with a touch of elegance.Even Zhao Haiping, who was born in the army, couldn't help but listen attentively, for fear of making a little business and ruining the artistic conception.

In the past, there was Prince Jin playing the flute under the tree, and now there is Shen Zi playing the piano in the deer and bamboo forest.

Meng Qiqi had to admit that although he was a stupid cow with no rhythm, every time he heard Shen Qingya playing the piano, he could always relax easily.He had obviously never been to Tianmu Mountain, but he seemed to have traveled through it and saw the leisurely white deer on the green cliff.

But this time, Meng Qiqi couldn't help frowning.

Shen Qingya also quickly noticed the error in the meaning of the song, pressed the strings lightly with both hands, and stopped.He slowly closed his eyes, the sound of the piano stopped, the wind also calmed down, and the falling of the bamboo leaves seemed to have stopped.

The slender fingers stroked gently along the strings without making a sound.

Mottled sunlight falls from the gaps in the bamboo leaves, like intermittent rhythms, jumping on Shen Qingya's long and thick eyelashes.And the broken light and shadow, in the continuous migration of the clouds, separate and rejoin.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew a strand of hair hanging from his temples, Shen Qingya opened his eyes suddenly, his fingers flicked, the passionate music seemed to break through the restraint, and murderous intent splattered everywhere.

Boundless fallen leaves, with the bamboo pavilion as the center, rise like sharp knives.

This is the use of Yuanli, Meng Qiqi carefully realized it, and his eyes fell on the parchment again.

The little boy opened his mouth wide in surprise and stared intently, his face full of excitement.But soon, Shen Qingya stopped again, and the killing just now disappeared like a tide.

"How do you feel?" Meng Qiqi asked.

"It's not quite right." Shen Qingya frowned slightly, and said: "Maybe it's because of the lack of music score, or maybe it's because the instrument is wrong. I always feel that what I play is different from the real music."

Chen Boyan quickly said: "It doesn't matter, Senior Zhou also doesn't know how to play music."

"Yes." Zhao Haiping was deeply touched, and said: "Usually someone else plays for Shiro, and he drinks and listens to the music next to him. How can he play the music?"

"Then what is the little uncle doing with such a music score..." Meng Qiqi thought carefully, if they wanted to solve this doubt, they might have to find out what the name of the music was.Perhaps with the name, we can know the story behind it.

Suddenly, Meng Qiqi thought of something, picked up the gourd, shook it, and drew something out of it, "I remember there is another thing in it, this is... a map?"

The appearance of the map is gratifying, and this map is not as blurred as the score on parchment, and every stroke is clearly recorded.But this map is too simple, there are only a few strokes, not to mention it can only point to a general direction, but it is impossible to guess exactly where the map is drawn.

As a former general, Zhao Haiping was very familiar with the entire Great Xia territory, but even he couldn't recognize him.

Just when everyone was at a loss, Meng Qiqi suddenly came to his senses, and quickly took out another map from the Sumeru Ring to compare with it, and asked, "Does it look like it?"

"Isn't this painting a place?" Zhao Haiping asked doubtfully.

"Of course it's not the same place. Don't worry about the direction of the lines, just look at the way these two pictures are drawn, doesn't it look like it?" Meng Qiqi was a little excited.

"Like." Chen Boyan gave an affirmative answer.

Encouraged, Meng Qiqi quickly expressed her judgment, "Do you know what is drawn on this map? This is also given to me by my little uncle, and it shows the route in the Wang family's secret realm. Look here ——The destination is a red dot, and the location represented by this red dot is in the depths of Wang's secret realm. These two maps are so similar, does this mean that this map is also a map of the secret realm?"

Chen Boyan nodded, and said: "What you said is not unreasonable, but the question is - which secret realm does this picture represent?"

Nineteen secret realms, eighteen left after excluding Yinshan Mountain.Whether this is still a map of the Wang Clan's secret realm, or a map of another secret realm is unknown.

This is a big problem. Meng Qiqi thought for a moment, then calmly said: "If there is no other way, we can only look for one by one. The fourteen small secret realms are relatively minor suspects, so we can rule them out for now. The other three big ones, two of which are separate In Tianmu Mountain and Gushan Jiange, it is not difficult for us to get in."

Shen Qingya nodded, acquiescing to Meng Qiqi's statement.

Zhao Haiping didn't know much about the secret realm of Xianmen, and he couldn't help much, so he didn't interrupt.After patting the boy on the head and giving him a few words, he got up and went to collect food.

As soon as Zhao Haiping left, Meng Qiqi said solemnly: "There is one more thing I didn't say just now, the destination pointed by the red dot is the place where I met the bell ringer. The layout there is exactly the same as the palace at the entrance of the secret realm. "

"Wait a minute, clock?" Shen Qingya was stunned suddenly. After recovering, he hurriedly turned out the previous music score, pointed to a vague mark on it, and asked, "Do you think this is like a clock? This picture Many symbols on the clock are not words and should represent different musical instruments, and the clock can also be regarded as a musical instrument."

"I remember that the sound of the bell in the secret realm can make monsters go berserk." Chen Boyan said in a deep voice.

All the clues were suddenly connected by an unimaginable relationship.

Meng Qiqi quickly sorted out her thoughts, but the clues were too complicated, and to put them together completely, Meng Qiqi needed more and stronger evidence.

Chen Boyan was also lost in thought. He subconsciously flicked the simple map and thought of Yinshan Mountain.Countless clues eventually point to the secret realm, and Yinshan is the most special one in the secret realm. In addition to the suspicious chase and amnesia that happened to him, maybe he should find some time to go back and see for himself.

He must hold the Black Feather Army firmly in his hands, and nothing will happen to Yinshan.