Chapter 46 Nine Palace Flying Stars (Part 3)
Hong Si Niang finally stopped talking.
He glanced at Jiang Xian, cursed, and walked to the side of the Eight-Armed Arhat with a cold face. They sat face to face.
The eight-armed arhat didn't show much expression, but his smile never disappeared. She gently tucked her hair behind her ears, took a few deep breaths, and knelt on the ground: "Fourth brother, let's start."
In an instant, the palace became quiet.
One could even hear the "snap" sound of the candle flames bursting up. The two looked at the picture carefully, and Ling Xiaozi, who was more than ten meters away from the altar, did not speak, and did not even want to make any comments. Everyone knew that all that was needed now was a voice, and the courage of the voice's owner to decide life and death.
Click, click... The sound of the second hand seemed to be heard in the air. It was the last hour and a half... If they couldn't solve this problem, they would have to leave here before the monkeys and cranes moved.
The more they raced against time, the calmer everyone's expression became. Hong Si Niang closed her eyes. After twenty minutes, she suddenly opened her eyes and pointed to a place: "Longzhou!"
The Eight-Armed Arhat didn't even question it. The wine bottles had already been pried open and placed in a row beside her. She immediately picked up a bottle and tilted it. Suddenly, a colorless, tasteless, extremely sticky silver-white thread, like moonlight, poured into the hole.
At this moment, everyone held their breath. The hall was as quiet as death.
Jiang Xian did not speak. At this moment, the trembling, slow silver thread connected the lives of three people.
The invisible pressure was like a mountain, and even he, a bystander, could feel it. He dared not breathe, dared not move, as if if he moved too much, the line would be blown away.
The three of them were like stone sculptures, watching the silver at the bottom of the hole increase from one-tenth to one-fifth to one-half... You could hear a pin drop in the underground palace. Three minutes later, all the amalgam had been poured in. When the last drop of amalgam fell, Hong Si Niang and the Eight-Armed Arhat breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the floor without any image.
Right behind them, Jiang Xian let out a long, silent breath, and then he touched his chest with trembling hands. Only then did he realize that his heart was beating like a motor.
Right in front of them, the hole in Longzhou had been completely filled with silver. No more, no less, just flush with the hole! And... the mechanism was not activated!
"Heh..." The Eight-Armed Arhat was not much better than Jiang Xian, her hair was a little wet, she gently lifted the wet hair from her forehead and asked in a hoarse voice: "We are lucky."
It was a real life-or-death situation. Now she didn't even have the mood to ask why it was Longxi. Ling Xiaozi quickly brought a cup of water to the two of them. Hong Si Niang took it and was about to drink it, but she found that the water in the cup... was shaking slightly!
"Too nervous to make your eyes blurry?" He was stunned for a moment, but the next second, a dull sound of a mechanism was clearly heard.
Boom, boom, boom... Jiang Xian was the first to react. He immediately stood up and looked around. At one glance, his heart, which had just stayed in his chest, almost rushed to his throat.
Picture of Houyi shooting the sun.
With it as the center, the walls on all sides were shaking crazily. The next second, with a series of dong dong dong sounds, the ten suns above...all disappeared!
No... it didn't disappear, but shrunk into the wall, leaving only ten dark caves. Moreover, behind the cave, there was a sound of heavy objects rolling down the passage. A few seconds later, there was a loud bang, accompanied by the sound of surging water. A "creaking" sound, like a giant starting up, came faintly from the cave.
"What... is this?" Ling Xiaozi's face was extremely solemn. Before he could finish his words, the huge sound of flowing water drowned out his voice, roaring in the room!
The floor was shaking with this great force. Those huge bluestone tiles seemed to be sealing the devil, and now the devil was about to rush out! Like waves, one after another! In just a dozen seconds, with a thunderous roar, the tiles of the outermost part of the altar, nearly seven meters long, collapsed suddenly with a huge sound, accompanied by dust all over the sky!
Below that… was a dark rock, about fifteen meters above the original ground. And on the rock… were shining blades!
No... not only that, the ground has sunk more than seven meters! The ground at the edge is still shaking, and pieces of broken bricks and tiles fall down the cracks, like raindrops, making a dull sound. The dozens of meters around the altar are like an isolated island in the sea, completely isolated by this abyss!
Dead silence.
Ten seconds later, Ling Xiaozi said in a trembling voice: "Did we... make a mistake?"
"That's right!" Jiang Xian shouted, bringing everyone back to their senses: "It has started... The Nine Palace Flying Star is starting! But it won't give us too much time! We must complete the Nine Palace Flying Star before the ground collapses!"
"Yes... I'm not mistaken!" Hong Si Niang swallowed hard and turned to look at the altar: "If I'm wrong, it was poison that killed people. The current situation... means that the passage to the next location is opening!"
"We don't have much time." The eight-armed arhat pinched his pants hard, and looked at everyone with a fiery gaze: "Everyone, the Nine Palace Flying Stars are used to calculate luck! We don't have time to think about it bit by bit now! Hurry up and help think about the Dragon Rising event in the Qin Dynasty! Otherwise, we will all die here!"
Ling Xiaozi took a deep look at the abyss, vaguely seeing the bricks and stones on the edge like rain, and the sharp blades below like bamboo shoots. They were like prisoners on an isolated island waiting for judgment, trying to snatch precious time in this great collapse.
Just one look at it makes one's scalp tingle... He gritted his teeth and turned around . No one ran away. Instead, they all went to the third-level altar and gathered in front of the Nine Palace Flying Star Diagram to ponder.
"In 383 BC, Duke Xian of Qin moved the capital to Liyang!" Jiang Xianbei suddenly said, "The second star should be in Chang'an!"
Hong Si Niang pondered for a moment and nodded to the Eight-Armed Arhat. The Eight-Armed Arhat immediately tilted the wine jar, and a silver thread flowed down. As more and more wine was poured, the roar from all directions became louder and louder. One could even clearly hear the sound of bricks and tiles shaking on the ground.
Just when it was completely dumped, there was another earth-shattering bang. Dust was blown by the wind. Ling Xiaozi instinctively wanted to turn back, but Jiang Xian grabbed his neck and said with red eyes: "Don't look, don't listen. Don't care about anything!"
"If other things disturb your mind and make you lose your focus, everyone will have to be buried here!"
"Fuck..." Ling Xiaozi cursed, forcing himself not to think about the destruction of the world in all directions. In just three seconds, he gritted his teeth and raised his head and said, "In 359 BC, the princes held an alliance, but they did not hold an alliance with the Great Qin! Calling them Rongdi?"
"That's not it!" Before she finished speaking, Hong Si Niang immediately said, "Luck, luck! We must pursue the correct way of Qin Dynasty's luck, which is to land on the place where great luck flourishes every time!"
Ling Xiaozi only had time to curse in his mind for a second before he immediately spit out, "In 359 BC, Shang Yang's Reforms?"
"No." This time it was the Eight-Armed Arhat. She had already held Hong Si Niang's hand without knowing when. She was clearly in a critical moment, but she was still smiling . However, her speech speed was not slow at all: "The second point is Chang'an. Logically, the Nine Palace Flying Star will not pass by here again on the way."
At this moment, Jiang Xian suddenly had an idea in his mind. Rubbing his brows, he said, "It's not a big deal in Chang'an... It's not in Chang'an... I know!"
"In 307 BC, King Wu of Qin entered Luoyang and died suddenly. King Zhao of Qin succeeded to the throne, and Queen Dowager Xuan of Qin, Mi Yue, became regent! Luoyang! Nanhe Province!"
King Wu of Qin entered Luoyang, representing the Qin Dynasty, and the forces known as Rongdi officially entered the Central Plains. This was definitely an event that would have an impact on the Warring States Period!
The third wine jar poured amalgam, and the roar from all directions became more and more intense. At the same time, a roar of water like the Yangtze River resounded throughout the palace. The walls on all sides had cracks, and huge Qin bricks fell down with a bang, and then rolled into the abyss below. You could even clearly hear the sound of falling water.
The three holes were filled, and it was completely correct! But no one had time to celebrate, and they immediately started to think deeply.
They didn't think too long. After a few minutes, the four of them looked up at the same time and said in unison: "Battle of Changping!"
The Battle of Changping, the war that determined the fate of the Qin State!
Zhao Kuo, who was good at military strategy but only knew how to use it, replaced Lian Po, one of the four famous generals of the Warring States Period. He was defeated by Bai Qi, who was ranked first among the four famous generals. Zhao suffered a devastating blow, with 450,000 people killed, which greatly surpassed the national strength of Qin State compared with other countries of the same period. This decisive battle was undoubtedly a decisive battle. Otherwise, it is still unknown who would be able to rule the world.
"Jinzhou Gaoping City!" Ling Xiaozi continued, and the fourth wine bottle fell down. There was no triggering mechanism either!
Jiang Xian let out a long sigh, and just as he was about to continue thinking, the corner of his eye suddenly twitched and he looked across in surprise.
The wall opposite him was a painting of Chang'e flying to the moon. It was already covered with spider webs , and large chunks of stone were falling off. However... there were words behind these stones!
That is a big word "墨"!
Not only him, the walls of the surrounding palaces were also almost collapsed. This sudden pause made everyone look up at the wall and see the faint word "Mo".
"Mo...Mo?" Ling Xiaozi blinked, stood up suddenly and exclaimed: "Mozi! Mozi Mechanical Technique!"
"No wonder there are such ingenious mechanisms..." Hong Si Niang looked around in shock: "If it is Mozi's mechanism, then it makes sense. But why did he carve his name behind these murals?"
As if... to prove something to the world? Or... to leave something behind?
But now is not the time to think about these things, because at this glance, they also saw... the abyss is no more than fifteen meters away from the altar!
And they still have five stars to fly!
