He reminded him: "Miss Achun, be careful, we will help you illuminate it."

"I mean, look at me."

She took a step forward and stepped on a rope with her feet.

With more personal weight, the rope was immediately pressed down and began to sway left and right.

There is no protective measures, and the entrance of the cave is nearly 100 meters away from the bottom of the cave. Even if the underground river is mainstream, such a high height is equivalent to a concrete floor. Once it falls down...

Not a joke.

I didn't dare to speak and make any noise.

Even Douyazi, who had always talked a lot, closed his mouth and watched quietly.

In front of you.

Achun spread his hands, stepped on a rope, and began to walk forward slowly.

When the rope sways from side to side, she will stop and can't wait, and continue to walk forward, just like walking on a tightrope at a high altitude.

Achun has a beautiful figure. She is like a swallow falling on a telephone pole, as light as a swallow, with a relaxed look on her face and walked to the opposite side step by step.

Brother Yu looked at me and nodded.

I took a deep breath and walked to the edge of the hole.

Holding the rope tightly with both hands, I was not so brave and not as balanced as Achun. I used the most effort, the stupidest, but relatively the safest way.

Just go backwards.

I wrapped my feet around the rope, grabbed my hands and feet tightly, and used force to move forward little by little.

When I climbed into the air, I couldn't help but look down.

It is dark and bottomless. Those who have fear of heights and dark phobia will definitely not be able to see it and will feel dizzy.

The rope was bent and I slowly climbed to the right.

Next is Xiaoxuan.

"Don't look down! No problem!" I shouted to Xiaoxuan from the air.

Xiaoxuan also learned to climb like me, but she was almost exhausted when she was halfway through.

Xiaoxuan gritted her teeth and crawled over without saying a word with a fierce force.

Next, put the head, bean sprouts.

Finally, it was Brother Yu. Because he had to collect the rope after going over, Brother Yu could only pull out the dagger first.

He stuck the dagger in the middle with two larger stones, tried it, and then began to crawl towards him after he felt it was fine.

Brother Yu weighs heavier than the two Xiaoxuans. Once he goes up, he can see that the rope is bent in a very large curve, and it is very serious to shake left and right.

Knowing that he couldn't drag it down, Brother Yu climbed up faster.

But, just when we were less than three meters away, the dagger stuck in the stone suddenly slipped and fell off!

Brother Yu grabbed the rope and fell down instantly!

"Brother Yu!"

"Wenbin!"

"Stand by!"

The rope was against the hole wall, and Brother Yu slid down for more than ten meters, holding the rope tightly without letting go.

Anyone with common sense in physics knows that the weight of the downward falls is even greater.

I looked back in panic and saw that half of the dagger nailed to the wall had fallen out, leaving only the knife head stuck on the wall, I wonder if I could hold it.

Brother Yu exerted force with his arms, and pulled the rope and started climbing upwards.

At this time, Achun looked up and frowned and said, "This doesn't work, everyone grabs the rope."

As soon as we grabbed the rope, we did, as A Chun said, the dagger nailed into the wall popped up.

Without the support point, the rope quickly slid downwards, and we were instantly led forward.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Douyazai shouted three times in a row and grabbed it.

I grabbed the rope tightly and leaned back.

Xiao Xuan and the other hand also struggled to support their heads, with no obstacles under their feet, and they were led to slide forward.

No one ever thought of letting go.

No one said letting go.

Ten minutes later.

A big hand reached up and slapped it on the ground.

Brother Yu came up and lay on the ground and gasped, and we were also gasping for breath.

Just now, because it was sliding down too fast, the gloves that Brother Yu wore with his right hand fell off, the rope was worn out, and a lot of blood was bleeding.

After a disaster, there will be no danger.

"Thank you."

Brother Yu got up from the ground and thanked Achun.

Because Achun first said that the dagger could not hold on, so we had time to react.

Achun smiled and said, "You owe me once."

After collecting the rope and resting, we continued to move forward.

In the notes left to me by Mr. Wu, I used red circles to draw the place Guizailing, but except for the red circles, there was no mark on this place. Mr. Wu once told me in person.

The notes were not written by him, but the original version was copied by some of the predecessors of the Northern School back then.

After the Jinshi Captain disappeared, the prototype of the Northern School was first formed.

Those predecessors were active in the early days of the Republic of China, and were all experts of the level like Li Yazi. They invented Luoyang shovels, improved whirlwind shovels, used gap plates to create crutch needles to deal with stones...

At that moment, I was wondering whether the seniors who wrote the original notes had ever set foot in the places we went to back then?

I don't know.

The walls around here are smooth, without a large area of ​​stalactites, and there is not even a goose tube. The ground is also very smooth, but there are some small gravels scattered.

It was dark and sunny, as if I had stepped into another world.

Very dark, very dark.

Looking for it with flashlight, in the dark, I heard Achun shouting: "Look! What is that!"

He moved his head to the flashlight, walked a few steps to the right, and looked up.

"It's a mural... there are murals in this place..."

"How could it be..."

"No, the humidity in the air is so high. Once the time exceeds four hundred years, no mineral pigment painting can be preserved. This era will not be too far away. It should be from the Qing Dynasty."

Tell the head right.

Water Cave, Banshui Cave Tomb, has greatly damaged murals, silk, Thangka, and other mineral pigments.

It has been dry for thousands of years, and it has been wet for thousands of years. It takes half a year to dry and half a year. Either the entire tomb chamber is soaked under water to isolate oxygen, or it is very dry, like the tomb of Jin Youzi in the desert.

I'm afraid of this kind of tide-reversing state. In this environment, ironware rusts and bronzeware decays very quickly. No one is willing to build their tombs in this environment. Not to mention the coffin, the bones will be rotten and turned into

dust.

"Take your head! There are also on the wall here!" Douyazi shouted on the other side.

Very strange.

Some of Guizailing stone sculptures have been around for thousands of years, but it can be inferred that these murals have not lasted for more than the Qing Dynasty because they have been preserved.

The Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system. Since Ying Zheng sent Xu Fu to sea to seek immortality, Emperor Wu of Han respected ghosts and gods, believed in the words of Taoist priests and alchemists, recorded the affairs of the world in the form of murals in the tomb, and regarded death as life.

The Eastern Han and Western Han Dynasty, the Jin and Later Jin Dynasty, the Great Liao and Western Xia, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing.

The culture of tomb murals has never stopped. The ancients believed that murals can seek benefits and avoid harm, and have good fortune, longevity, immortals, and descendants.

These murals generally have form and cannot be painted blindly.

One is the image of the house the owner lives in during his lifetime, or something the owner of the tomb did in his life.

Another type is to paint fixed themes from all dynasties.

Flying feathered man, door god, four divine beasts, flowing clouds, golden crows, talons, golden toads, yellow-skinned snakes, twenty-eight constellations, Ganoderma lucidum, deer and crane, etc.

But these themes were not seen in a single mural left here.
To be continued...