After looking around, there was basically nothing worth paying attention to outside. Even if there was, it would have probably been taken away by those two fellows. With the personality of that shabby pavilion's shopkeeper, he probably wouldn't leave anything for Yang Chen.
However, Yang Chen didn't immediately follow the two fellows' instructions to enter the second floor. Instead, he carefully walked around the first floor for a long time, looking at every corner.
Although the women were curious, they didn't stop their husband's actions. Anyway, their husband would definitely give them an explanation in the end. At this time, it was better not to disturb their husband's thinking.
After Yang Chen carefully looked at the outside, he entered the palace with the women.
This palace, although it was called a palace, it should actually be a huge mourning hall. There were all kinds of white curtains, and the decorations were very elegant. Unfortunately, the things used inside were all ordinary goods. They didn't know whether it was because of the array or something else, but they hadn't decayed until now.
There were no tributes on the offering table, only some empty plates, which were placed neatly. The most outrageous thing was that where the memorial tablet should have been, there was indeed a huge memorial tablet, but it was completely empty. There was not a single word on it, so no one knew who this memorial tablet belonged to.
But even so, Yang Chen was still very polite. He took out some tributes and placed them on the empty plates. He prepared incense and candles and worshipped the empty memorial tablet again.
After the women finished with their husband, they followed Yang Chen to the back of the memorial tablet.
There was a huge white wall behind the mourning hall, but now the white wall was filled with all kinds of poems and colorful essays with gold paint, filling the entire wall. There were probably millions of words on this wall.
Every poem and essay was written in a different font, but they were distributed very rhythmically. Just looking at this wall, there was a unique beauty.
There were almost tens of thousands of gaps in the various poems and essays on the wall, and there were no words in the gaps. It was obvious that they were deliberately left empty. There was a square table by the wall, on which were neatly arranged brush racks and inkstones. The golden paint in the inkstones looked very fresh, and the brushes hanging on the brush racks were also of the best quality. The tips were round and strong, as if they could be picked up and used.
"Junqi, it depends on your craftsmanship." Yang Chen smiled and pointed at the pens.
The gaps in the wall had been filled in according to the original text. The brush and inkstone had been prepared in this way. According to the two shopkeepers, each time one wanted to enter, the poems, songs, and colorful writings would be different, and the empty words would also be different. Only when one filled in the correct words would the second floor be opened.
In addition to filling in the words according to the original text, the font must be the same as the font of the poem. Otherwise, it would be a waste of effort. One wrong word, and the entire wall would have to be rewritten, and another batch of articles would be replaced.
Most importantly, there was a time limit for filling in the form. After a certain amount of time was exceeded, they would have to fill in the form again. If one couldn't write, couldn't remember the poem, or even wrote slowly, they would fail and be unable to enter the second floor.
Although the two shopkeepers had been cultivating for a long time, everyone was usually immersed in cultivation. At most, they had one or two small hobbies. Who would work hard on this?
Moreover, this kind of poetry, songs, and colorful writings was just appreciating it. Who would have nothing better to do than memorize it? It was not like they were going to be the top scorer, so what was the point of memorizing these things?
Because of this, the two shopkeepers had been stuck at this level for decades. Finally, they managed to enter the second floor by deceiving and running into the right one. Moreover, they had only entered once, and they would never have the chance to enter again.
Among them, Yang Chen's calligraphy was not bad, and Zhou Xianying also dabbled a little, but the best was Tao Junqi. Among the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, the zither was Zhou Xianying, the chess was Shi Wushuang, the calligraphy was Tao Junqi, and the painting was the Murong sisters. Therefore, Yang Chen said that Tao Junqi was the most suitable.
After explaining the rules, the girls also understood. Tao Junqi was a little hesitant. With so many missing words, she was not sure that she could remember them one by one. Needless to say, the one responsible for saying the answer must be Yang Chen.
Yang Chen had a good reputation for reading a lot of books since he was in the mortal world. Why did everyone say that Yang Chen had good eyesight? Wasn't it because he was knowledgeable?
Tao Junqi and Yang Chen cooperated. Yang Chen said a word, and Tao Junqi filled in a word according to the appropriate font. Although this wall was high, it was not difficult for these cultivators. In a short time, hundreds of words were filled.
These poems and essays covered a wide range, and they must also be in the original text, which was Yang Chen. If it was someone else, it was estimated that they could only try their luck.
Even Yang Chen was secretly surprised in the process of filling in the words. There were a few poems, which were obviously not works of the spiritual world of the mortal world. They clearly came from the immortal world. It was unexpected that they would appear here. There was no need to ask, just based on this point, it could be concluded that this tomb must be related to a big shot in the immortal world.
How could the two shopkeepers know the poems and essays of the immortal world? It was already a great luck to enter the tomb correctly once. It would be strange if they could enter a second time.
Tao Junqi cooperated with her husband to fill in the words. At the same time, she did not forget to appreciate these works that she had not paid special attention to before. She could not help but admire her husband more and more. There were so many essays, but her husband did not make a mistake. If everyone did not cultivate, maybe she would also be the wife of a scholar. Thinking of this, Tao Junqi was indescribably happy.
The girls also had the ability to appreciate. Looking at the colorful wall, each of them had a strange light in their eyes, and they read happily.
In less than an hour, thousands of blank places had been filled by Tao Junqi. The strange thing was that nothing happened when she finished. Could it be that she filled in a word wrongly?
"Junqi, put the pen away." Yang Chen looked at Tao Junqi holding the pen in a daze and reminded her with a smile. Tao Junqi came to her senses and hurriedly went over to put the pen back on the brush rack.
Once the brush that Tao Junqi took away returned to its place, the entire wall began to transform, and soon, it became two huge doors. Yang Chen reached out and pushed, and the two doors creaked open, revealing the situation inside.
Everyone strode in and began to observe their surroundings.
After entering, there was a huge courtyard. It looked like the front yard of a manor. On both sides were two neat rows of rooms, and in front of it was a hall.
There were several weapon racks on both sides of the courtyard, but the weapon racks were empty. The rooms on both sides were also empty, as if they had been ransacked.
Seeing this, Yang Chen smiled. He finally knew where the old things in Poor Acid Pavilion and Lost Star Pavilion came from.
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