Soon, a large piece of mural with a large face was peeled off. Behind the mural, half a carriage painted with colorful paint appeared. The carriage was obviously floating on the clouds. Several women in Mongolian costumes were serving on the carriage. The owner of the carriage is a fat man. This man's clothes are very strange.
"I've never seen it before." Wu Xie whispered, suddenly becoming nervous.
This is a narrative mural.
Obviously, someone painted a narrative mural first, but for some reason, they replaced it with another one in a hurry, and time may have been very tight at the time, so the mural outside The murals have not even been completed in the final stages.
"It has something to do with the Heavenly Palace." Chen Pi'asi looked at the entire mural, then looked at the surrounding environment, and said in a deep voice, "Clear the entire wall and look at what is said in the mural. "What is it?"
Wu Xie, Fatty, Pan Zi, Hua Monk, Lang Feng and Ye Cheng took out their nails and began to work carefully to peel off the murals on the stone wall.
Cao Ya looked at it but made no move.
If they are interested in this mural, let them do it themselves.
Besides, he is not a nanny.
He lowered his head and ate the canned food. It was steaming and tasted very good.
The others looked back and saw that Cao Ya had heated up cans to eat again. They were a little speechless. Weren’t you full just now?
I don’t know how long I will stay in this snowy mountain, brother. , save some money
They originally wanted to persuade Cao Ya to save some cans. If he stayed for ten and a half days and didn't go out and ate all the cans in advance, wouldn't he starve to death
But then I thought about it, with Cao Ya's ability, even if he really ran out of food, he could definitely go out and get something to bring back.
You won’t starve to death anyway.
They gave up the idea of admonishing, but in fact, there was still an embarrassing thought in their hearts. If Cao Ya didn't listen to the advice and just looked at her coldly, wouldn't it be very embarrassing
If Cao Ya were to use force, they would probably have no room to struggle at all and would have to go see the Lord of Hell on the spot.
Withdraw your gaze and focus on the mural.
Large areas of the mural peeled off, and after a while, a colorful and majestic picture gradually unfolded in front of everyone.
There was only the sound of Cao Ya eating. The wind lantern was raised to the side of the rock wall to enhance the lighting. The dim light shone on the rock, giving people an ancient and mysterious feeling.
The color of the mural is very bright, using a large amount of blood-like red. Under the erratic light source, it shines with the brilliance of colored glaze, as if the entire rock is oozing blood.
“It’s incredible that a mural hidden under another layer of paint can be preserved so well,” Wu Xie exclaimed.
Cao Ya shook his head, what does this mean? In those high-level worlds, let alone a mural, a living person can preserve it for you for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of years.Ten Thousand Years
This pales in comparison to those.
Of course, the world is different and many things cannot be generalized.
"What is this mural about?" The fat man looked a little confused and asked curiously.
The mural is divided into two parts, each describing different things. However, when integrated together, it looks very complete and beautiful.
Wu Xie shook his head and said, "I know very little about Dongxia Kingdom, I don't know."
Others were obviously not proficient in it, and they didn't say anything.
Only Monk Hua’s eyes were bright and he said in a slightly high tone, "This should be the scene of the war between Emperor Wannu of Eastern Xia and the Mongols. Look at this person, he should be King Wannu himself. This is probably the legendary war that destroyed the Xia Dynasty in the Middle East."
He walked back and forth, marveling at the patterns above, and pointed to one side of the mural, where a large number of armadillos and armadillos were draped. The soldier in armor said
"This is the army of King Wannu."
He pointed to the cavalry on the other side and said
"This is the Mongolian army." The human army, you see, is far more numerous than the Dongxia army. This is an overwhelming war."
There are scenes of flying arrows and stones on the mural.
The fat man looked at it and suddenly felt something strange, and asked, "Why do the faces of those people in Dongxia's army look like women?"
Others looked at it and also I feel strange, do the Dongxia people rely on women to fight their wars? It would be unreasonable for the country not to be subjugated.
Monk Hua said, "No, this is a characteristic of Eastern Xia murals. You see, all the people are very handsome. I have also found some strange phenomena in the allusions. It seems that all the people and People who deal with the Dongxia Kingdom say that there are no old people in the Dongxia Kingdom, and all the people are very young. Koreans say that the people of Dongxia maintain their youthful appearance even when they die."
Everyone frowned, as if they couldn’t figure out why this happened. They could only attribute it to the special customs and habits of ethnic minorities. For some ethnic groups, the elderly were still not allowed to see guests.
"Damn, with this skill now, wouldn't we harvest the wallets of the older girls and younger wives at will? Why would we fight? Wouldn't it be nice to stay at home counting money every day?" The fat man's eyes were hot, envious, and envy.
Unlike others, he fights for money.
If there was another way to make money while lying down, he would rob tombs because his brain was in trouble.
Wu Xie laughed, he still didn’t know his identity and mission.
Bottle of stuffy oil,
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