"Very nice guy?" Zhang Fan sneered, this is the evaluation of the high priest in this village, who once wanted to help them live a happy life and was noble.

"With all due respect, your sister has a lot more vision than you do." Zhang Fan Zhengse said, "The instrument you said is called a catapult!" It is a siege machine that only the most famous craftsmen under the King of Chu will make! Don't say 'red-eyed mountain ointment', even the most terrible ones will flee in the wilderness! Even the most powerful Chu King City, Yingdu, couldn't afford to resist the attack of this kind of weapon! The ink artist you look down on is the talent that the kings of all countries want to recruit! As long as they are there, the city will not be breached! Even the most powerful army of the Chu State! ”

The high priest looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously, she couldn't believe that Jing Ye, the little man who was killed by the villagers, would be the talent that all the kings of the country wanted to recruit! That's not too ...... That's a noble person who can't even be worthy of being the sister of the high priest!

Zhang Fan sighed, what a smart and wise woman the miasma girl was before her death! That ink master Jing Ye, perhaps only himself and Aken, who were born in modern times, can appreciate his nobility! Not only the instruments he made, but also the great spirit and lofty ideals of their inkers! Hehe, don't say that these ignorant ancient mountain people, even urban men and women in modern society, how many of them can truly appreciate the core values of these ink writers?!

Zhang Fan and Akon solemnly worshipped in front of the stone platform, not the dead high priest, but the ink man called Jing Ye. Then he left lonely, not to be sad for this poignant aiqing story, which is the patent of children. It's for this child of the Mo family who is buried in Yunmengze! He could have stayed in the big city, and with his ability and wisdom, he could have made a happy and beautiful life! But the faith of the ink made him return to his homeland.

Maybe it's aiqing, maybe it's not exactly aiqing. Because the ink people have firm beliefs! It is more likely that he wants to use his knowledge and wisdom to help his village develop and prosper!

If those villagers could understand and trust him, this primitive and backward village would probably be the most powerful tribe in Yunmengze ten years later! He can even lead these villagers to create their own city!

Perhaps Ruyan, as a high priest, once held his lover Jing Ye, the hand of an ink man, and made an oath on the top of the verdant mountain to stay together forever, and jointly shoulder the responsibility of making the village strong and the villagers happy! But before they could fulfill their vows, they were killed by the people they wanted to protect, and history is often so ironic! Is there anything wrong with the ignorant villagers? Or is the miasma like smoke wrong? Or is that aspiring inker wrong?

Perhaps, this answer can only be revealed by one person, and that is the Sage Mo Zhai.

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Back at the cottage, Zhang Fan asked to see the residence of the high priest's sister, because the village under the mountain had been burned down, and the relics of the ink man may only be preserved by the miasma girl Ruyan's residence before her death. The high priest agreed, and led them to his sister's house, which was next to her house. She loved her wise sister deeply, and under her deliberate protection, the miasma Ruyan's former residence was well preserved, and even the dolls from her childhood games were placed in a rattan box.

Zhang Fan Aken carefully inspected the room, hoping to find the relics of the Ink Maker. Maybe it's a very haode prop. Or help your team to meet the Sage Mo Zhai.

"You want to see what Jing Ye gave to my sister, right?" The High Priest asked.

"Yes, it is very dangerous for us to go deep into the lair of the 'Red Eye Mountain Cream' this time. And this powerful ink master must have thought about how to deal with these hateful pig demons! If there is, then he will definitely tell your sister or leave her a hint. Maybe it's an inconspicuous gift, maybe it's just a piece of bamboo slip......," Zhang Fan said.

When the high priest heard this, he had an understanding in his heart, took out a rattan box from a large wooden box, and said to Zhang Fan: "The tokens that Jing Ye gave to my sister, and those strange things, are all here. My sister kept it very well ......"

Akon was overjoyed, and immediately opened the rattan box, and there were some strange mechanism dolls and the like in front of him. There are bamboo birds that swing on their own, bamboo dragonflies, and wooden windmills that spin when blown by the wind. Turn a handle and you can walk on your own. There are also some miniature farming tools, models of villages. The ingenuity of those things made made Aken, who is a mechanical professional, very amazed! This is the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period! There are some unbelievable bamboo and wood toys, which actually opened Akon's eyes!

Zhang Fan took out a stack of bamboo and wood slips tied by leather ropes, and looked at the words on it, all of which were ancient seals, nothing more than words of love. Just a little disappointed, Green Wing turned out a very haode cloth bag, which was very tightly sealed. This intrigued Akon, who, with the High Priest's consent, opened the cloth bag.

Inside are two rattan spheres, the size of a volleyball. In the densely wound thin vines, it seems that a grass leaf bag is tightly wrapped, and a long rope is dragged out from the straw bag, like a juju, that is, the ancient football, there was a traitor Gao Yu in the Song Dynasty who was very good at kicking. But there should be no such toys in this era. Then it's a bit like an earthy mine fireball, and that rope is the fuse. Just as Akon was carefully studying the two rattan balls, Zhang Fan found two wooden tablets from the cloth bag and carefully identified the words on them......

"Looks like that's it!" Zhang Fan finished reading the ancient seals on the two wooden tablets with great difficulty, and said with great joy.

"How?" Akon asked urgently.

Zhang Fan read the ancient text above, to the effect of: "...... Looking at the evil demon mountain ointment, he is bare-eyed and light-phobic, but he can see at night, but those who have night vision must hide at noon. Its mouth is large and difficult to close, its nostrils are broad, and it is most afraid of smoke. If you attack it with fireworks, it will have a miraculous effect. After thinking about it for a few days, I got a good plan. It is necessary to take advantage of the noon time to avoid the light and recuperate, and ignite the remaining secret smoked medicine, which will inevitably faint when it smells, such as monsters and the like, and it is difficult to be spared. Then the hunters in my village can slaughter as much as they want, and the red-eyed mountain paste will not be able to resist...... Note: To light the rattan ball, you must cover your mouth and nose with a damp cloth so that you will not be stunned by ......the lavender." ）

"Hehe, a dead ink maker is stronger than thousands of living fools!" Akon sneered, "With these two secret elixir vine balls, this attack on the mountain paste lair can be effortless. ”

If the wattle leaves are still there, this attack on the lair of the Red Eye Mountain Paste will definitely be very exciting...... Oh, if he's still here, I'm afraid it won't be his turn to take the villagers to exterminate these pig demons......