The Longevity Project

Chapter 633: The Final Mapu Temple (22)

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The others looked at each other a bit, wondering where this ghost thing came out so familiar.

But it can be confirmed that he was hungry, and he has just been mixed with other hungry and followed us.

Although I don’t understand the specific division of starvation and death, I can also summarize two major types and two minor types. The two major types refer to those who have IQ and those who cannot speak, and the two types refer to those who cannot speak without IQ. The following is also divided into high combat effectiveness and general combat effectiveness.

The number of those with high combat effectiveness and those who can speak is very rare, and we have not encountered many of them.

"Why is he so familiar?" I asked Gu Tang.

Gu Tang also asked, "Why is he so familiar?"

"Is he credible?" I pointed to the blue-gray butt that had disappeared in the hole.

"Hurry up." He was still yelling inside, asking us to follow.

Gu Tang finally nodded, "Catch up."

Chongyang first followed him first, I followed Chongyang, and Gu Tang took it.

Just like an ant, it crawls slowly in the channel where the earthy yellow rocks are piled up.

"Have the others followed up?" Gu Tang asked the team members behind.

"No," the man replied in the end.

The hungry animal in front interrupted and said: "Don't worry, they are stupid. They only know how to squeeze. The opening is so small that they can't get in."

No one paid attention to him, everyone was quietly guarding him.

There are a lot of words about this starvation, two styles that are completely different from Fang Jindong, which makes people feel that the degree of reliability is not so high.

"Why do I feel like a tomb robbery again?" I felt that the two phases of the rock passage were dense, so I vomit.

Fang Jinyue spoke, and her voice sounded pleasantly surprised, "Why use it? You guys have robbed the tomb!"

"Fuck you." I am a patriotic, dedicated, disciplined and law-abiding citizen. I wanted Gu Tang to give me a slap in the face of Fang Jinyue.

People tend to think randomly in a quiet environment, and they can only pass the time by thinking randomly.

I looked at Chong Nin’s ass in front of me. I don’t know what it feels like to look at Chong Nin’s ass without pants. It would be too funny if Chong Nin’s ass is not wearing pants.

"Are you hot in Chongyang?"

"not hot."

One sentence killed the heavens, and I remembered that sentence came from starvation. I think he should know what, and there is a lot of it. Gu Tang has already slapped me secretly and asked me to talk.

I don't know that this kind of chattering work always falls on me, but it is indeed quite idle now, and no monsters and ghosts come out to stimulate us.

"What do you call Big Brother?"

Sure enough, Hungry died, "Which one do you ask."

"Of course it's you, what else here I don't recognize me?"

Actually I don't know many of Gu Tang's team.

Hunger didn't answer directly, but was silent for a while before saying: "It's been a long time since I was called by my name."

"Then I can call my big brother me today?"

He said: "My surname is Fang, just ask my Fang to do it."

Still the name of a cultural person.

Fang Xingzhi immediately said again: "You are a tortoise-grandson, you have a ghostly spirit. You must be trying to confide in Laozi's words, so you can directly ask Sa, at this time, is there anyone who can't talk about it."

I just like this kind of refreshing, but this way is going to be wider? Did you make friends? This style of speaking is not a rank compared to that of Meng.

I thought about it, and started from the basics, "Does Big Brother Fang speak Mandarin?"

"What son is Mandarin?"

"That's what I'm saying now."

Fang Xingzhi instantly switched his accent, "You said it earlier, I will definitely speak northern Mandarin."

"Then why did you speak in dialect before?" Fang Jinyue complained in the back.

"Isn't this kind?"

It’s much easier to speak Mandarin. Dialects are too troublesome, so I asked, "What is starvation?"

"You have been dealing with us for so long, don't you know what starvation is?"

I murmured: "Actually, I don't have much dealings." My heart said I still shit every day. I don't know what the shit is.

I can't say this for sure, so I don't have to make people angry.

Fang Xingzhi: "Then you want to listen to the abbreviated version or from the root?"

I also thought that this northern Mandarin speaks six ah, even Erhuayin can speak it. However, I also found that the so-called northern Mandarin in his mouth is still somewhat different from the Mandarin spoken throughout the country, but it is also harmless.

"Of course you have to listen from the roots." Listening from the roots can completely solve the problem, and he said too much, so we can compare and mirror more information, which is convenient for judging the truth from the false. Besides, you can still count the words.

"Speaking of starvation and death, one must talk about Fang Xiangshi, and when talking about Fang Xiangshi, one must talk about Fang Xiangshi's ancestors."

"Fang Xiangshi’s ancestors were a group of people living underneath. Of course they didn’t live underground at the beginning. They were just an ordinary ethnic minority in the mountains of Sichuan. Later, they found a tree underground? This tree? It can make the human body not decay, and it can also make people sleep and wake up regularly. The ancestors regarded this tree as a sacred tree and began to settle underground near the sacred tree.

I have lived like this for many, many, many years. Until the Song Dynasty, when the Song Dynasty used troops in the northwest, Fang Xiangshi’s ancestors were expelled from the ground by the way, but in fact, the people of Song Dynasty have been focusing on the sacred tree for a long time. They were premeditated to destroy Fang Xiangshi's ancestors, and they were carrying out a top-secret plan. It's a pity that this plan was half implemented, the Jingkang change occurred, and the Northern Song Dynasty fell. About this period of history, there are notes from the Southern Song literati as evidence. "

I'm interested in that. Not only the tomb robbers can write notes, but also those who engage in longevity. And listening to Fang Xing's tone, he actually remembered this Southern Song literati's notes. "Do you remember?"

Fang Xingzhi really laughed, "Then I will reluctantly recite a paragraph for you."

"Since the first year of Chongning, I imitated Banchao and joined the military camp in order to serve the country. Since the Xining period, Wang Shaoping has taken three strategies. The country has opened thousands of miles, the country is invigorated, and the people are happy. Huangzhou Qingtangdi, Dangxiangfuqi, Tubo Tibetjia, border affairs are clear and the situation in the northwest is vigorous.

In the year of Jingkang, incidents happened, and the two emperors went north, and major events were difficult to handle. King Yu Suikang moved to the famous mansion and later to Dongping. At the beginning of Jianyan, Yangzhou was driven by the emperor, and for three years, he passed Zhenjiang to Hangzhou. The captives arrived again, and Yu Nian, who was in military and political affairs, had no intention of running, so he stayed in Hangzhou.

When I read everything, I was close to Jiazi, and the remains were still there. Erjing was ugly. Ye Mengxi River opened up the side affairs, regained one or two years of documents, and finally realized that the past is difficult to follow, like a remnant of flowers falling into the water, people and things are neither.

Twenty years in the army, many remnants of memory, decayed to pick up the pen, do not want future generations to know it. There were two or three strange incidents in the Northwest, just a little bit more, and it was fun to chat.

… Support the bar to Linqiong, Hou said that the war is coming, and the people are armored. Jingrong came out of the mountain, leaning against the mountain and encircling the army. The army lives in the valley, the carts are the camp, the sergeants are drawn out of the camp thickly, the halberd shields move forward, after the crossbow, the drums rise and the army moves, and the gold sounds and the horses stop. Fighting to attack it, thousands of crossbows are fired, and the enemy falls in response to the string. Rong also went up the mountain and led his army to pursue and kill thousands of people.

To the Xiaomin Cave, the thick order, all soldiers and soldiers are all red. At the end, Jingrong expelled the worms, and the thick army was defeated. He regrouped the soldiers and horses, arrived, and then went back and forth three times, and finally settled down the Yan Rong, helped him into the city, and buried him.

Recalling this incident, I finally realized that it was a lot of wrong, and it was a matter of the country, so I stopped talking about it. "

Good guy, I was stunned. Was this the fucking starving? I asked, "Which notebook is this?" It can't be a tomb-raising notebook.

Fang Xingzhi cleared his throat, "The original book is called "Chongning Kaibian Barnyard Records". The two paragraphs just memorized are selected from its preface and Linqiong Fuping's transcript. I directly said that Fang Xingzhi is not easy, no matter it is From other aspects of the name, this person should be a person with a high level of education.

He has just memorized this section of Southern Song literati's notes, with deep feelings of family and country in it, and also mentioned the incident that happened in Linqiong, which is now Qionglai. It may be the longevity plan of the Northern Song Dynasty left over in history. Of the few information.

The information Fang Xingzhi just passed on is not much different from what we have, which means that the credibility is very high.

"Then what?" Fang Jinyue asked as if listening to a story. (End of this chapter)