Entering the Qingqiu Trail, the temperature dropped sharply, and my heart felt like a weight was weighing on it.
The towering steep walls on both sides of the body invisibly give people a huge sense of oppression.
The more they look up, the more they feel that the mountains will press down at any time.
During my previous visual inspection, I thought the path was at most four to five hundred meters long.
Who knew it would be extremely difficult to walk, with ravines and gravel everywhere under my feet, and I would be injured if I wasn't careful.
Shiry Yang seemed to be very interested in the blue rocks.
She gradually slowed down and finally stopped.
I walked up to see what she found.
Shiry Yang raised his arm, pointed to the rock wall above our heads and said: "The cliff face there is uneven and the cross-section is round and smooth.
There should have been a wall sculpture there.
I don't know why it was destroyed."
I observed carefully through the gaps between the branches climbing on the cliff for a while, and found that there were indeed many traces of iron hammering on the green rock.
The "wall sculpture" that Shiry Yang called was even more scarred, and its original appearance could no longer be seen clearly.
The ferocious and rough chisel marks were exposed to nature together with Qingqiu.
After a long period of exposure to wind and sun, the rough and messy lines gradually became soft and integrated with the huge Qingqiu rock peak.
If Shiry Yang hadn't seen it so clearly, I wouldn't have noticed these details at all.
"I want to go up and have a look," Shiry Yang asked me for advice.
"We didn't find any written signs along the way.
We can only speculate on the location of Zhenku City.
There are more than one wall sculptures nearby.
If we can find inscriptions Things like that are more convincing than anything else.”
I stopped Fatty and the others and briefly explained the situation.
Both agreed to go up and view the rock carvings.
Lao Chuai raised his eyes and looked around, took two steps back, and almost pressed against the cliff: "I think it's not that high up there, it's at least three stories high.
Let me go."
"You're a sick person.
Just rest and don't cause trouble."
The fat man picked up the pickaxe and said, "Old Hu and I will go up and take a look.
Maybe we can dig out a nest of eggs and replenish them for everyone."
Lao Cai was dissatisfied and argued with him: "When I used to twist the door and pick the lock, the place where your little boy was not yet born was everywhere.
What tools do you need?
I can go up with my bare hands."
He rolled up his sleeves and vomited.
After a few sips of saliva, he climbed up the green hill just like a hozen climbing a tree.
He successfully reached the location of the hanging sculpture by using the dead branches clinging to the cliff.
Then he found a raised stone peak and squatted down, pushing aside the branches and leaves to start looking.
"There is a word under the statue," Lao Chuai lowered his head, waved to us and shouted, "But I don't recognize it, what should I do?"
"It's okay.
You come down first and I'll go up."
Shiry Yang told him to pay attention to safety.
Unexpectedly, Lao Chuai suddenly let go of his hand on the rock, scaring us and rushing to the foot of the rock.
He swayed for a while and finally regained his balance.
I was so frightened by him that I was covered in sweat.
I couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing?
You almost killed someone?"
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He smiled sheepishly, squatted on the stone and said to us: "It's okay, I remembered it.
I have a pen and paper in my pocket, just take it out.
In case Miss Yang runs away again, it will be dangerous."
After he finished speaking, He turned to face the rock wall and started printing.
I stared at his back, not daring to relax for a moment for fear of an accident.
Fortunately, Lao Chuai acted prudently and quickly returned to the ground with Tuowen.
"Ms.
Yang, look quickly and see what's written on it."
The three of us came forward at the same time.
Shiry Yang took the crumpled paper and looked at it twice, then asked the old man: "These are the only words left."
"Ah, it turns out that a large section has been scratched.
These are the only ones that are clear.
How about I go up there again?"
"No, these few words are enough."
Hearing her say this, it was like taking a reassurance.
The fat man couldn't wait to ask: "What do these words mean?
I look like they are crawling like a centipede."
"These are two different passages.
There is no context.
I can't understand the full meaning at the moment.
But there are two words that are very crucial."
"What" "Treasury, endless wealth."
"Hey, it's all done," the fat man said, rubbing his hands.
"God finally opened his eyes.
Not only did we find the ancient city, we even paid for the round trip.
I think there will definitely be enough left over to build a new front." " I'm quite excited, but I can't be too arrogant in front of Shirey Yang.
According to her temperament, no matter what she finds, she will 100% confiscate it.
I decided to go back and make a plan with the fat man.
Anyway, I couldn't lose myself.
In Lao Chuai's eyes, antiques and treasures are all external possessions.
His only concern now is to find the town treasury and find the life-saving elixir.
Hearing that the name of the ancient city was written on the rubbings, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.
"It's not in vain, there is hope, there is still hope."
He eagerly picked up his luggage and strode forward.
After a delay, the atmosphere became more lively, and everyone's faces became alive, no longer as tired and serious as when they first entered the mountain.
I chased Lao Chuai and before I knew it, the group of people had left the Qingqiu trail and arrived at a relatively open area.
The natural environment in the hills is incompatible with that of Camelback Mountain.
There are dead trees and sandy areas everywhere.
If the Green Sea is the pearl in the depths of the desert, then this depression is undoubtedly a ditch where the moon does not shine all day long.
It is difficult to imagine the reason for such a large-scale subsidence in the deep mountains.
"In such a big place, where should we start?"
The fat man shook his arms and rushed down along the edge of the depression, using inertia.
I didn't have time to stop him, so I tied up my bag and ran along the path he had stepped on.
As soon as my feet landed on the ground, I felt something was wrong.
The seemingly cracked and lumpy soil felt strong and soft when I stepped on it.
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It's almost like it was hoed specially.
Someone has been to this place.
I immediately drank the fat man, but when I raised my head to call someone, I realized that there was no one in front of me, and he had long since lost track of him.
Shiry Yang was busy taking care of Lao Chui.
She didn't realize what happened when she caught up with him.
I said that the fat man disappeared, right under my nose, within two or three minutes.
She stepped on the soft soil and walked to my side, reacting quickly.
"We arrived late.
The soil has been turned over long ago."
She picked up the soil on the ground.
"The soil is very fine.
It should have been turned over several times.
The tools are more advanced than us."
"I'll go down to find someone.
You and Lao Chuai don't come out for now."
"No, I'll go with you."
Lao Chuai ran down the hillside unsteadily.
He looked at this unique Yadan landform and said to us, "It's easier to get into trouble when people are separated.
Let's go together."
I didn't have time to argue with him.
The fat man's disappearance disrupted my thoughts.
I followed the footprints on the ground for a while, and suddenly a loud "rumbling" sound came from the sky.
The sound came from far to near, and repeated circuitous.
We stood and watched, and the blue sky suddenly changed color, and the color of the mountains in the distance gradually merged with the chaotic blue-gray sky.
"The weather has changed, and there is a storm."
In the desert, wind and sand are constantly blowing all year round, and strong winds of magnitude 7 or 8 are commonplace.
The storm before us came with strange rapidity.
Although we are in the deep mountains with natural barriers, we cannot be careless and must find a place to hide.
"It's not just the wind, there's also rain."
Lao Chuaicai sniffed the air, "We're in the mine, and our noses are sharper than anything else.
This storm is not going to be light, and something big is going to happen."
Shiry Yang looked at me worriedly.
"Let's go into the woods."
I gritted my teeth and pushed Shiry Yang and Lao Chui up the hillside.
There is no shelter in the sunken area, and when a big sandstorm comes, no one in this group will be spared.
A strong wind quickly swept in, and the world became extremely dark in the blink of an eye.
I quickly pulled up the windproof towel and ran quickly towards the Qingqiu trail.
I kept looking back, hoping to find the fat man, but until the three of us squeezed into the narrow rock passage, we still found nothing.
The manic storm slashed and smashed with knives and axes.
We wrapped the tent skin around ourselves and huddled up against the rock wall.
There was a storm sound like howling ghosts and wolves outside the cliff road, and dull crashing sounds continued to fall all around.
I couldn't help but poke my head out, and in the blink of an eye I was hit hard all over my head.
When Lao Guai saw me shrinking my head, he said proudly: "How about it, I said let it rain."
"There is also hail."
I covered my head and smiled bitterly, "You are really good at this.
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I don't know what happened to Fatty.
This storm came so suddenly, and it probably won't last long.
I will go find someone when it stops.
You guys stay here and don’t run around
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