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Chapter 29 Contents in the painting

Soon, a large mural with a large face was peeled off. After the mural, a half-carriage painted with colorful paint appeared. The carriage was obviously floating on the clouds. Several women in Mongolian costumes served on the left and right of the carriage. The owner of the carriage is a fat man, and this man's clothes are very strange.

"I've never seen it before." Wu Xie whispered and suddenly became 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 the time was probably very tight, so the murals outside, even the final process. not done.

"It has something to do with Tiangong!" Chen Pi Asi looked at the entire mural, and then looked at the surrounding environment, and said in a deep voice, "Clear the entire wall and see what the mural is about."

Wu Xie, Fatty, Pan Zi, Monk Hua, Lang Feng, and Ye Cheng started to take out their fingernails and began to work finely to peel off the frescoes on the stone walls.

Cao Ya took a look and didn't make a move.

If they are interested in this mural, let them do it themselves.

Besides, he's not a nanny.

Head down to eat canned, steaming hot and delicious.

The others looked back and saw that Cao Ya was reheating the canned food again, a little speechless, were you not full just now?
I don't know how long I'm going to stay in this snowy mountain, big brother, save it!

They originally wanted to persuade Cao Ya to save some canned food, but if he stayed for ten days and a half months later, he didn't go out and ate up the canned food in advance, wouldn't he starve to death?
But after thinking about it, with Cao Ya's ability, even if there is really no food, he can definitely go out and get something to bring back.

Not starving anyway.

They dispelled the idea of ​​persuasion. In fact, there was an embarrassing thought in their hearts. If Cao Ya did not listen to persuasion, and looked at him coldly, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?

If Cao Ya is rough, they are afraid that they have no room to struggle at all, and they will go to see Lord Yama on the spot.

Take your eyes back and focus on the mural.

Large pieces of the frescoes peeled off, and after a while, a colorful and majestic picture scroll 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, and the lighting was enhanced. The dim light shone on the rock, giving people an ancient and mysterious feeling.

The color of the mural is very bright, using a lot of blood-like red, under the swaying light source, the brilliance of glaze flashes, as if the whole rock is seeping blood.

"It's incredible that the murals hidden under another layer of paint can be preserved so well!" Wu Xie exclaimed.

Cao Ya shook his head, what is this, in those high-level worlds, let alone a mural, a living person can save it for you for tens of thousands of years, even millions of years!
That pales in comparison to those.

Of course, the world is different, and many things cannot be generalized.

"What does this mural say?" Fatty asked curiously, looking a little blank.

The murals are divided into two parts, which respectively describe different things, but integrated together, they look very complete and beautiful.

Wu Xie shook his head and said, "I know very little about Dongxia Kingdom, so I don't know."

The others were obviously not proficient either, and none of them spoke.

Only monk Hua's eyes brightened, and his tone was a little high and said: "This should be the scene of the war between Emperor Wannu and the Mongols in the Eastern Xia. You see this person, it should be King Wannu himself, this is probably the legend of the Middle East. The war in which Xia destroyed the country."

He paced back and forth, marveled, and looked at the pattern above, pointing to one side of the fresco, a large number of soldiers clad in armpits and armor, and said:
"This is the army of King Wannu."

He pointed to the cavalry on the other side and said:
"This is the Mongolian army. You see, the number is far more than the Dongxia army. This is an overwhelming war."

There are pictures of arrows flying on the murals.

Fatty looked at it, and suddenly felt something strange, and asked, "Why do those people in Dongxia's army look like women?"

When others saw it, they also thought it was strange. Could it be that the people of Dongxia rely on women to fight?It would be unreasonable not to die.

Monk Hua said: "No, this is a feature of the Dongxia frescoes. You can see that all the people are very handsome. I have also found some strange phenomena in the allusions. It seems that all the people who deal with the Dongxia Kingdom. They all say that in Dongxia, you can't see old people, all the people are very young, and North Koreans say that people in Dongxia maintain their youthful appearance even when they die."

Everyone frowned and seemed unable to figure out why this was happening. It could only be attributed to the special customs and habits of ethnic minorities. In some ethnic groups, the elderly were still unable to see guests.

"Mummy, if you put this skill now, don't you arbitrarily harvest the wallets of the big girl and the little daughter-in-law? What are we fighting? Isn't it good to stay at home and count money every day?" Fatty's eyes were hot, both envious and jealous.

Unlike others, he fights for money.

If there is another way to make money lying down, he will only rob the tomb when his mind is full.

Wu Xie laughed, he still didn't know his identity and mission.

Duanyouping, Wu Sanxing, Chen Pi Asi, they fought each other, occasionally for money, but mainly for some unspeakable purpose.

Including the team of Aning I saw earlier, the same is true.

Maybe people like Monk Hua, Lang Feng, and Ye Cheng are fighting for money, but bosses like Chen Pi A Si often have their own goals when they go to the grave.

For this reason, even death is not afraid.

The same is true of Wu San Province.

Everyone didn't take it seriously. Who doesn't like this technology, the problem is that jealousy is useless. The Dongxia Kingdom has been extinct for hundreds of years, and this technology must have been lost.

The crowd continued to watch.

After Cao Ya finished eating the canned meat, he stood up and also went over to look at the murals.

He heard Fatty's emotion, and laughed secretly, every technology has a price.

Practicing martial arts also requires years of hard work.

His penance was done by himself in other worlds.

Monk Hua pointed to the second part of the mural, and said, "This piece records the battle situation. You see, the Dongxia people still shot the Mongols to death one after another with one enemy against three. This war finally became massacre."

"It's not normal to be one-sided. At that time, the Mongols fought all over the Eurasian continent. How could the Dongxia people who lived in one corner be the opponents of the Mongols?" Fatty pouted.

Indeed, the Mongolians in the twelfth century were too powerful to fight.

A lot of red is used on the murals to express the tragic war, and the sense of substitution is very strong. Everyone seems to see the soldiers of the Eastern Xia fall in a pool of blood, and the Mongolian cavalry stepped over their corpses and began to burn houses and Kill men.

The third part of the fresco was pressed behind a huge stone and could not be removed. It was only estimated that it was a continuation of the content here.

Cao Ya had no plans to help move the boulder away.

I'm not very interested in this mural, and he's not a nanny either, so I need his help for everything.

(End of this chapter)