Fu Canglu

Chapter 610 The Darkness Under the Lamp

Goose feather heavy snow, there are a few black spots, it is difficult to walk in the snowfield.

Heavy panting sounds.

"Master Duan's order is to find out the 'black line' of the Western Regions, compare the anomalies in the Great Wei City, and draw a map."

After a pause, the leader of the black-robed man clenched his fists, hugged his body, and said in a trembling voice: "We came here across the West Gate this time, and we are alone in danger. We cannot tolerate any mistakes. Be clear, Jiang Qingyi It is no longer our barrier, and if something goes wrong, Luoyang's identity will be exposed. Even if he didn't die at the hands of Yaozu, he would die at the hands of Shiliuziying."

There are six people in total, all wearing black robes. They don't seem to have cultivated themselves. They are wrapped in thick coats, stepping on the snow field, each foot is extremely strenuous, they are bathed in a pale color, their eyebrows are frowning, and they lean on each other. Wearing a long hemp rope.

We are in the same boat through wind and snow.

The man standing at the front was tall, he wrapped a long hemp rope around his waist, crossed it twice, tied it tightly to his hands, swayed to and fro, and said in a deep voice: "It is said that after the holy mountain of the monster clan collapsed, The chess palace moved westward, and almost all the monsters in the Western Regions retreated to the deeper snowy regions, and the desolate people and half-monsters who survived on Bachi Mountain gathered Bachi Mountain into a faction."

He suddenly said with some self-mockery: "It seems that the one who survived the avalanche was a highly respected chess master and an unswerving 'royalist'. After this catastrophe, he temporarily led the chess palace and the whole family to move westward. , in order to wait for the return of the Maharaja.”

A group of people walked with difficulty in the snowstorm.

The black robe man in the lead, the edge of the black robe that concealed his face would occasionally be pulled off by the wind and snow, revealing a handsome face. He never stopped talking, and his weak voice was intermittent.

He squinted his eyes, and there was imperceptible anger in his eyes, as well as a strong desire to survive, and while he was talking, the sleeves of the black robe trembled slightly, with strands of vitality extending along the black robe, Go under the snow.

Sen Luodao has arrested several groups of businessmen from Great Wei, among whom there are many masters with special skills. For example, these six people are all professional map drawers. After the Qijiang contract was signed, they came to Great Wei with their family business. It has gained a firm foothold in recent years.

The Qi family is such a family. It is not as powerful as the Eight Great Families, but it is big enough to be on the stage. When did you ever think that you would be tied to the same long rope at this moment, and walk this vast snowfield together, and draw a map for the person surnamed Cao in Luoyang?
In front of the sword, money looks pale and powerless.

In front of the country, individuals appear small and ridiculous.

When Sen Luodao kicked the door to arrest people, the leader was a young and pale man, dressed in a black robe, with scarlet brows like jujubes, with a look of indifference and aloofness, he killed the traitor who did not want to kneel down, and showed mercy to the rest These six people left a glimmer of life.

The man surnamed Duan asked them to bring back a map of the "black line" with a radius of ten miles in the Western Regions within half a month.

It has been thirteen days since I came to the Western Regions.

During these thirteen days, the thing Qi Lin had been worried about did not happen.

He has been using his vitality to detect the movement around him. Even the six people with the whole long hemp rope are protected by his shallow vitality and have not been eroded by too much wind and snow. His weak body and bones had already rotted on this snow field after half a month.

Qi Lin traveled all over the rivers and lakes and traveled very early. When he returned home, he encountered such disasters. He was mistaken for a descendant of the clan who was proficient in drawing, and tied to this rope.

He didn't know all the elders in the clan, and he only met one or two of them when he was young, some of them were familiar, but he had no impression of others.

Therefore, most of the other five people on this rope kept silent in order to save energy.

Qi Lin just silently observed Fangyuan's movements.

He was a little worried that the member of the temple surnamed Duan would send a team of Senluo Dao spies. When he was traveling in Jianghu earlier, Qi Lin had seen the appearance of Senluo Daoist making a move. He was arrogant, unreasonable, and ruthless.

The Qi family's old, weak, sick, disabled, women and children are still in Duan Wuyin's hands. If they want to be safe, they need that map in exchange.

What Qi Lin is worried about is that when the map of his group is drawn, Sen Luodao kills people, takes away the map, and wipes out the Qi family.

Now it seems that the surname Duan is somewhat credible.

Qi Lin didn't notice anyone following him.

He suddenly lowered his voice, tightened the long rope, and said through gritted teeth: "Those bastards from Senluo Dao, as well as those surnamed Duan. Their tricks are low, and they will die."

Qi Lin raised his head, looking at the strands of black threads hanging down from Tianxin, and then running through the entire human world.

He doesn't know what it is.

Not only the few cities where the Qi family is located, but also Xiguan, and even today's Western Regions, there are such black lines, implicating the earth and sky, running through light and darkness.

What makes Qi Lin feel a little uneasy is that these black lines seem to be indelible. His own ninth-grade vitality can be cleared a little bit, but what follows is a more powerful and tough black light.

The drawing of the black line map of the Western Regions is coming to an end. Qi Lin finds it strange that the distribution of black light is similar to that of the Wei Dynasty when passing through the border of the Western Regions. promote.

But after arriving at the designated area, these black lines hanging from the heart of the sky suddenly decreased, and the lacquer light that could be seen in dozens of steps could not be seen even in hundreds of steps.

Qi Lin didn't quite understand.

The drawing of maps is often a regular collection of maps, the direction of mountains, plains and rivers, changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, accumulated water and snowfall, drought and flood.

Those hidden and hidden things can be found on the drawn map.

Qi Lin pursed his lips, thinking of this question.

Duan Wuyin, or rather, the Luoyang Palace standing behind Duan Wuyin, what do you want to get from this map?
About the black line, or this area?
The lack of information made it impossible for Qi Lin to understand all this, but he can be sure that if this picture of himself is sent to the man of the Cao family, the entire intelligence system of Great Wei will be in his hands, and countless information will flow , he will inevitably draw some surprising conclusion, which is why he needs this picture.

"Xiao Qi."

There was an old voice behind him. The old man in a white robe, his lips were bloodshot from the cold, and his pale face was covered by a withered palm. He tremblingly wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, and said with great patience. : "I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."

Qi Lin nodded, he loosened the long hemp rope that was holding the six people together, and said softly: "Everyone, move around on your own, we will rest here for a while."

"Uncle Five."

The long rope was still held in the hands of the old man. Hearing Qi Lin's voice, the old man didn't respond immediately, but raised his head, looked at the dust-free sky at this moment, and said with great emotion: "You, look. "

Qi Lin also raised his head.

After walking for a certain distance, the distribution of black lines in this unknown western region is not dense. At this moment, there is not a trace of darkness at a glance.

The old man smiled: "We have come to the last area. There are not so many black lights here. This seems to be the last bright place in the world. In the drawing of the map, the remaining blank is the light and hope."

The old man said softly: "Have you ever thought about what it would be like if those extra black lights in the world could never dissipate?"

Qi Lin was slightly taken aback.

The old man said softly: "There will be a lot of darkness around us. In the darkness, it is unavoidable. After walking so many roads, there is no place where you can look at it without seeing the paint light. This is actually a very desperate thing." matter."

Qi Lin pursed his lips.

Yes.

If one day you look up, you can't see the bright sky.

How hopeless should it be?

The old man who was called "Uncle Five" by Qi Lin squinted his eyes and slowly looked around at the clansmen around him. The four of them seemed to be slumped and powerless, and shrank in the corner of the snowy field. The wind was neither too strong nor too cold at the moment.

"There shouldn't be so much darkness in this world."

The voice of the old man was not loud, but he was not afraid of letting others hear him.

"But where there is light, there is shadow, and shadow is darkness."

"Even the hottest and brightest lamp in the world, there is an indelible darkness under the lamp."

Pause slightly.

"The ancient scroll for drawing the map is on me." The old man said in a deep voice: "Because I am old enough, we will observe each other during the drawing process. If he needs to add something, he will come to me." Spread out the ancient scroll, and then replenish."

Qi Lin's pupils shrank slightly.

Qi Lin noticed the subtleties of the words.

The one who made the map. "He"?
Not them?

He seemed to understand what the old man meant.

In a tiny and short period of time, Uncle Wu's movement of pulling out the ancient scroll became extremely slow, and among the originally lazy and slumped eyes around him, some became vigilant because of the previous words, while others shone brightly.

Qi Lin's complexion turned pale, and he understood why he kept pouring energy into the ground, but he didn't find the reason why Sen Luo Dao's spies were following him.

It's not that their whereabouts are hidden.

It's because no one is following them at all.

According to the style of the hall, if this map is so important, how can mistakes be allowed?

Qi Lin understood why he was tied to this rope.

Because not all those who are tied to this rope are master mapmakers.

One for myself, one for Uncle Wu, and another for a cartographer.

the remaining three
Qi Lin's gaze met them one by one, and he saw an undisguised wolfish gaze.

The remaining three people are a standard Sen Luodao team!
"Swish Swish"

There were three swishing sounds, and three silver lights flickered at the same time. The bloody light of the crossbow bolt pierced Fifth Uncle's chest mercilessly. He fell to the ground violently, but did not bring out any more blood.

He threw the ancient scroll map with all his strength, and it hit Qi Lin's chest.

The eyes of the three Sen Luodao's spies became extremely cold.

In their eyes, the man in black with the collar was walking forward, holding the ancient scroll in his hand.
It is an ancient scroll that symbolizes the top secret of the Great Wei Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)