4000-year-old stone statue revived

The inside of the cave was still the same as when we came here before. Tang Xiaoyu followed everyone, and when he approached Zhiming Shenjun, he became nervous again.

Although Zhongming said that Zhiming Shenjun would not kill him, it was hard to guarantee that he would not be slapped on the ears, or pushed to the ground and gnawed on the fine sand.This wasn't what he was most worried about. He could bear some hardships, but he was afraid that the gods would directly throw them all out when they saw him, without even giving them a chance to comment.

Fortunately, he didn't think too much. After entering, they found that Zhi Ming was lazily lying on the futon, playing with a jet-black thing in his hands. Looking closely, it looked like a small round model.

Seeing that everyone was present, Zhi Ming opened his mouth and yawned, scratched his messy hair, and took advantage of the situation to hide the black thing behind his back.Then he glanced at them one by one, pouted at Tang Xiaoyu who was hiding at the end: "You alien star is really annoying."

Ah yes... I'm so sorry.Tang Xiaoyu shrunk into a quail behind Xie Zhi, and almost knelt down to the god, crying and begging for mercy.

Zhiming said with disgust, "What are you going to do this time?"

"I, I want to return the spirit birds to the gods." Tang Xiaoyu was terrified: "But I don't know how to take them out, and I don't know how to return them to the gods?"

Zhi Ming snorted softly: "What are you worried about, you can return it to him when you die."

It was a fairly expected answer. Although I didn't know the current situation of Shenjun, it was enough to have a return plan.Tang Xiaoyu nodded: "That's good."

Everyone watched him dumbfounded as he turned around and left after saying the four words, not even caring about the pet mount, and when they thought of the previous conversation, their foreheads twitched wildly.

Fuck, does this guy just want to jump off the cliff and die here? !

Zhi Ming put on his fucking face, stretched out his arms helplessly and called out, "Hey, hey, wait a minute."

Tang Xiaoyu immediately came back with a hippie smile on his face, and gave him [-] likes for his wit and realistic acting skills.

In fact, in the effort of the two sentences just now, he suddenly discovered a paradox.If it is true as Zhiming Shenjun said, if you die, you can return the spirit bird, then why didn't Mengzhang, who was in a rage a few days ago, just kill him and his parents?With the terrifying divine power of the Divine Lord, he can be crushed to death with just a single finger movement, so why humiliate him with a slap and ruin his face?

Even when he begged Meng Zhang to kill him, the other party failed to make a move, instead threw a threat and left.

This matter has troubled him for several days, and he finally figured it out just now.

Suicide, or homicide, cannot return the spirit bird to the god.

After calling him back, Zhi Ming frowned, as if he wanted to slap him too.But after thinking about it, he endured it again and decided to take revenge from other directions.

The little boy was standing obediently behind Zhiming, when suddenly his own god gave him an order: "Go and get my tortoise shell."

The few people didn't know why, and watched the little boy run out of the cave in a hurry, and then moved in a tortoise shell that was bigger than half of his body, and put it on the sand with difficulty.Tang Xiaoyu saw that it was the big tortoise shell that he and Ling Guang got back from Ji Wanying before, and it was said that it was still an artifact of the god of the underworld.

Chongming was the most knowledgeable and intelligent among the four. He quickly realized that what he was facing was an extremely rare artifact, and immediately held his breath and showed awe.

Zhi Ming sat up unhurriedly, walked to the tortoise shell, and waved his hand casually.The center of the tortoise shell, which was like a cauldron, suddenly miraculously bubbled up half of the pot of water.There is a fairy mist above the water, and it is not clear whether it is clear or chaotic.

Tang Xiaoyu looked closely, and always felt that there was something in the water that was sinking and floating.

It seems to be a human figure, and it seems to be a mountain scene.

Chongming realized something: "Could it be..."

Zhi Ming ignored him, but said to Tang Xiaoyu, "You can find the answer you want by yourself."

Tang Xiaoyu was staring intently, but didn't understand at once: "Where can I find it?"

Chong Ming secretly pointed to the pot of water.

Tang Xiaoyu was even more confused: "Water, water?"

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and wanted to fish into the water, but Chongming stopped him halfway in horror, and shouted at him: "Calm down!"

Tang Xiaoyu: "???"

Zhiming silently waited for them to finish their small talk, and then slowly explained: "This is the illusion of Shenyuan."

Hearing this, Xie Zhi immediately ran over with a groan, and stood between Tang Xiaoyu and the turtle shell, refusing to give way: "Master, master, you can't go in!"

Tang Xiaoyu was blocked by two long-legged men, unable to break through, and said angrily: "What do you mean?!"

"It is very easy for a mortal to get lost in the illusion." Chongming grabbed his arm and said, "It is said that the lost person has no soul and body, and is infinitely reincarnated in the illusion, living and dying like a mayfly, and it is impossible to find the reality again. self!"

Zhi Ming sat back on the futon leisurely, raised his haughty square chin, and his messy hair bounced like seaweed: "How about it, do you want to go in?"

Tang Xiaoyu calmed down inexplicably after hearing what Chongming said.He lowered his arms very slowly, and stood calmly on the fine sand, two steps away from the tortoise shell.He didn't pay too much attention to the pot of water, and looked directly at Zhiming: "If you get lost, you can't get out, right?"

Zhi Ming snorted again: "That depends on how you define the concept of getting lost."

This answer was obviously a trap for people to step on, but Tang Xiaoyu jumped into it without hesitation, nodded and said: "Okay, I will go."

The trio of onlookers felt that something was wrong, and before they could make a move to stop it, they saw Tang Xiaoyu gliding to the side of the tortoise shell like a loach burrowing through a hole, climbing the edge of the tortoise shell, looking at the pot of water, and then at Zhiming. .

How to do?

Zhiming finally waited for the opportunity to retaliate, raised his long legs, and kicked Tang Xiaoyu's ass fiercely.

"Go down you!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The sudden sense of weightlessness made Tang Xiaoyu scream again and again. He felt as if he was falling from the clouds, surrounded by the white expanse that was swiftly passing by, his hands and feet were struggling, and he couldn't touch anything.

Could it be that he fell to his death first when he came in?

The frightened thought flashed through his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his butt touch the ground suddenly, and there was no pain in his body, as if he was sitting like this before, but his hands and feet moved randomly.

Ge Laozi is scary!

He took a few deep breaths, looked around in shock, and found himself sitting in front of a stone-wood structure with clay on the walls and a thatched roof, which was very similar to the restoration of the ancient building in his memory.And all around him are buildings like this, connected by corridors, with several door openings in the middle, and the same scene is seen in the distance.

What he was facing was a large open space formed by four buildings. There were three straight plane trees in the center of the open space. It was dusk, and the setting sun came in from the corner of the building and passed through the leaves of the plane trees, leaving some mottled light and shadow on the ground.

Tang Xiaoyu sat in a daze for a while, but he didn't hear anyone's voice, and no one passed by. Except for the chirping birds, the whole area was very quiet.He decided to get up and walk, exerting strength between his waist and legs, but he couldn't stand up, and was still fixed in place like a nail.

What do you mean?

He looked down at his legs and feet, thinking to himself, could it be that Lao Tzu has become paralyzed?

Just when he was confused and confused, he suddenly heard "myself" sigh: "Oh, why doesn't this Phoenix come here? Could it be that I haven't done well enough?"

The voice sounded a shade or two lower than his own, but overall it was similar.After finishing a sentence, the silence returned, Tang Xiaoyu took the opportunity to try to make a sound, and found that what he said could only be heard by himself, and no real voice came out.Before he could figure it out, he heard the voice mutter again: "Maybe it doesn't like those elegant music, but prefers my vulgar music."

Almost at the same time, a long strip-shaped thing came to his mouth in his field of vision, Tang Xiaoyu looked intently, and suddenly groaned.

Bone flute? !

That bone flute I saw in the Dizhou Museum?

Of course, it was not as worn out and stained as he had seen before, but smooth and round, well maintained.

A pair of slender big hands are holding it, and their fingers are pressing on the air hole.Tang Xiaoyu felt that his lips touched the blowhole of the bone flute, and in the silence, a few not-so-pleasant sounds came out.But "he" was very happy to blow, and he played intermittently for a long time, and finally stopped abruptly at a certain moment.

The heartbeat of the body was suddenly accelerating, Tang Xiaoyu was panicked and didn't know what was going on, looked around, and finally found something strange.

On the sycamore tree in the open space, there was a big gorgeous bird, its wings looked like fiery seedlings under the setting sun.Its few tufts of tail feathers fluttered without wind, its stamen-like crest was lively and pleasant, and its round eyes were full of curiosity.

"Shenjun!" Tang Xiaoyu shouted excitedly, trying to rush forward quickly, but he couldn't move at all.

"Fuck!!!" He played a set of martial arts angrily, but he seemed to be just a ghost, bound in a strange body, without autonomy at all.

He was making a fuss in this room, while "he" in that room stammered out a few words in disbelief: "Feng, Fenghuang?"

The big bird spread its wings and flew up from the sycamore tree like a luxurious red silk. It rose and fell a few times, and when it landed on the ground, its body changed and turned into a human body. It tilted its head and looked curiously.

Tang Xiaoyu saw that Shenjun's appearance and clothes had not changed, but his long hair was tied up in a bun, and the red jade hairpin in his own museum was impressively on his head.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and both sides were a little at a loss, carefully crossed their eyes, and finally tried to enter the language exchange session.

"Phoenix?"

The body Tang Xiaoyu possessed leaned forward slightly, and asked hesitantly.

The question was not answered, but the red figure came over like a ghost, and touched "his" forehead lightly with his finger, as if flirting slightly.

This scene is really familiar... Tang Xiaoyu was sighing, when he saw "myself" jump up in panic, and yelled fiercely: "What, what are you doing!"

Huh?God has become shorter?After jumping up, Tang Xiaoyu was surprised to find that Ling Guang, who was three or two centimeters taller than him before, was now only below the tip of his nose. The height difference seemed to be Chongming himself.

Could it be that this is not a god?Tang Xiaoyu was frowning and thinking hard, when a familiar voice came to his ears: "I am... Suzaku."