Zhang Ping said to Qi Tan, "Don't move, hold him up", and touched the bamboo body and bamboo leaves.

Like that pine tree, these bamboos are not real. The skin is cool under the dust, the bamboo leaves are textured vividly, and the bamboo joints are straight and show their posture, and each root is ingenious.

How much should I carve the dense bamboo bushes in two longitudinal directions?

It seemed as if there were really magical magic in the world that directly ignited two lines of bamboo into stones.

Qi Tan blocked Lan Hui and grabbed a bamboo and shook it: "Why are there always trees carved with stones?"

The bamboo body swayed, and Zhang Ping said in a deep voice: "Be careful."

Qi Tan slapped Lan Hui's arm, who had reached the bamboo, and said, "Be careful, there may be hidden weapons that are poisonous."

Lan Hui glared: "You two have touched each other."

Qi Tan raised his eyebrows: "If there is poisonous on it and the texture is penetrated, maybe he and I are fine. You little kid may not be able to withstand it, do you understand?"

Lan Hui blinked, suddenly jumped to the side, grabbed a bamboo and shook it.

Zhang Ping grabbed him: "There is no poison. But this is a tomb. Be careful in everything so that you can go out safely."

Lan Hui nodded and grimaced at Qi Tan: "Mr. Zhang said, this is not poisonous."

Qi Tan shook his head: "It's really worry-free to walk with the child."

Lan Hui turned his head and touched the bamboo again: "I think it's like jade."

Zhang Ping nodded: "Maybe. I don't know much about jade and stone, so I can't judge for the time being."

If Lord Lan is here, you should know it, and you can understand the meaning of the poem "Go to the Fairy" written outside.

Qi Tan waved his hand impatiently: "Jade is also a stone. If you have anything to tell, go away quickly."

The ground of the path was covered with uneven stones, which was quite uncomfortable when you stepped on it. After walking for a long time, there was light ahead.

The three of them paused slightly at the open end of the trail, and Lan Hui let out another whistle.

On the sky wall ahead, there was a full moon hanging, with stars adorned with them, and the clear and silver brilliance was wrapped below.

There are a few banana trees, a stone table, three or two houses beside the side, the door is empty, the window is half open, the slanting bed is small, and the books are idle.

Qi Tan almost blurted out, "Is anyone here?" Zhang Ping walked to the stone table and looked up at the moon.

That Yue, of course, wasn't Yue. Qi Tan stood beside Zhang Ping and raised his neck: "It's quite a big night pearl, it looks so good to cut it open."

Lan Hui took a breath: "This is the Night Pearl. The book says that Emperor Yang of Sui's palace was also illuminated by the Night Pearl, which should be about the same size as this one."

Qi Tan said, "You haven't seen it before? There are so many people in the palace. When you look back... Oh, I'm already a commoner. When you look back, I'll write a letter to the emperor and ask him to go and see it. There are also those that are bigger than this."

Lan Hui curled her lips secretly, turned her head and followed Zhang Ping to the stone table.

On the table was a chessboard made of ordinary bamboo and wood, and two chess baskets were woven. Zhang Ping wiped the floating ash on it. The chessboard and basket were half old, as if it had been used for a long time, but I don’t know what was painted on the plate and basket, and there was no decay at all.

The two chess baskets each had black pieces and white pieces, and the chess pieces were all covered with chess pieces and were moistened for several years.

The two stone benches opposite the table are waiting for others to sit down and make a start.

Zhang Ping looked at the room here, and Qi Tan, who was impatient, had already run to the door of the room in the middle and pushed open the door.

Zhang Ping raised his head slightly: "Don't touch any decorations."

Qi Tan ignored it and stepped into the door with a swagger.

"There are a lot of things in this room."

Lan Hui, who was shaking down the steps and pretending to observe, turned his head and looked at Zhang Ping, and the lantern in Qi Tan's hand was wandering around the house.

"Huh? Uh--!"

Lan Hui hesitated for a moment and rushed to the stone steps: "What?"

Qi Tan glanced at him and raised the lantern high. He saw a long desk standing across the front of the door facing the door, with two long swords and two whisks on the desk.

A painting hangs on the wall above the long table. In the painting, there are two people wearing Taoist robes sitting opposite each other at the stone table playing chess.

Qi Tan said with a tweet: "Didn't you say what is here and the tomb of the king? Why did you draw two Taoist priests?" He reached out to get the long sword on the desk, and a "Don't move" came from behind him.

Qi Tan's back shook and glared at Zhang Ping, who had entered the house unhappily: "Why don't you report it when you come in?" Zhang Ping pressed his shoulder and moved him back. Qi Tan shouted angrily: "It's unrestrained, and I'm often disrespectful. I really think I can't cut my dog's head?!"

Zhang Ping said nothing, took the lantern from Lan Hui's hand, illuminated the surroundings and on the table, pulled out the candles from the lanterns, and lit the big lamps on the six copper racks on the left and right sides. The room suddenly became bright. The ground was flat, the four walls were smooth, and there was a door on the left and right sides. In the empty hall, there was nothing else except the long lamp rack and the painting.

Zhang Ping put the candle back into the lantern, and Lan Hui stood on tiptoe to look at the painting on the wall: "The place where these two Taoist priests sit is the same as the yard outside."

Zhang Ping nodded slightly, and the scenery in the painting was indeed the same as outside. Even the two people playing chess were in the sky above the heads of the two people playing chess, there was also a bright moon and a few stars.

"It's not that they sit the same as outside, but that they sit the same as outside."

Lan Hui opened her eyes wide and Qi Tan said, "The yard outside was built according to this painting, do you understand?"

Lan Hui wrinkled his nose: "I know, but..."

Qi Tan said nodded: "This painting is unreasonable. These two people don't even have a light in front of them. Can you see the chessboard clearly?"

Lan Hui said: "You can definitely see clearly. When the moon is brightest, it is very clear. The person on the left is still giving in to the one on the right."

Qi Tan said, "Can you see this?"

Lan Hui looked serious: "Look at the chessboard, the man holding a white piece on the left can win if he is in the West Kowloon Twelve, but he is giving in to the one on the right."

Qi Tan said: "It seems that the person who should take Heizi in the painting should be the one who should take Baizi. If he takes Baizi, he will wait for the other person to finish the bag."

Lan Hui pointed to the painting: "No, look at the signs of the pan and the white-handed man, he must have been here in the East Three North Five, and this was intentional giving in."

Qi Tan snorted: "Maybe it's too dark, he can't see clearly. Isn't it just a few dots that the person who draws the picture can just circle."

Zhang Ping said lightly: "It's indeed giving in to each other."

He didn't know much about chess, but the young man sitting on the right side of the stone table in the painting held a black piece in his hand, staring at the chessboard, his expression was calm, and he was obviously thinking. The older young man opposite him smiled and looked at the boy with a loving look.

"The white one is teaching the black one to play chess."

Lan Hui grinned happily, Qi Tan rolled his eyes, and walked towards the stone door with a lantern. Zhang Ping grabbed him again, pulled him behind him, and pushed open the stone door on the right.

Qi Tan snorted coldly, resisted the attack, and followed Zhang Ping behind him and stepped into the door with Lan Hui.

When you see a pool of silver light that is slanted over half of the window sash, spreading on the table in front of the window. There is only an oil lamp, a coarse porcelain beam-lifting pot, and a coarse porcelain cup on the table.

There is a wooden box against the wall on the side of the table, with a blue robe, a black robe, and a copper hairpin stacked on it, as if waiting for the owner to get up tomorrow morning to wear it.

A screen is crossing the window and the table, blocking the moonlight.

A line of big words on the screen—

From this point of view, the mind has its own way.

Behind the screen, there is only one case, like the outer room, placed on the upper front against the wall.

There is a porcelain altar in the middle of the case.

Lan Hui asked softly: "What is inside this jar?"

Zhang Ping uncovered the yellow satin in front of the altar and opened the book cover under it.

"It's Hewang's ashes."
Chapter completed!