"There is a book in Yuyang."
"What book?"
"Look at the dragon veins and earth-suppressing energy."
"What do you want it for?"
"In exchange for my soldiers."
"I'll go with you."
Zhang Qishan always felt that Qi Tiezui agreed too quickly this time. What he didn't know was that Qi Tiezui was also looking for a book. Half of the books passed down from the Qi family were cut off by someone using a knife to compare them with a ruler.
All the way north, Tianjin Wei, Yanshan Pass.
On the day I entered Yuyang, there was an old notice posted on the city gate, with the last line of small words:
When you hear the sound of drums at night, close your door and do not respond or count them.
White flags hang all over the street. The old man on the side of the road said: I have worked hard these years.
There is a 16-meter-tall clay statue of Guanyin standing in the middle of the city, with its eyes looking down. He didn't look at the person who offered the incense, but lowered his eyebrows and stared at the land under his feet for a thousand years.
They brought an old bronze mirror from Dongling and returned it to its original place.
The man who asked them to send it said: When you get to the place, you will know it.
And they always thought that they were here to get something.
Intention: When I remember things that should not be forgotten for everyone, then have we still met in this life?