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    "Whether we like it or not, life always urges us to move forward. People prepare, set off, trek, and settle down Wherever they stop, the fire will be lit." Feng Bujue said in a gentle voice, like a recitation.  The tone read, "From the migration of individual lives, to the exchange and transportation of ingredients, from the evolution of cooking methods, to the flow of life's destiny the hurried pace of people and food never stops."

    "What are you doingthe wandering god on the tip of your tongue?" Honghu continued, "Even if you suddenly give a very literary monologue, it will not change the current situation." As he spoke, he tightened his grip  Staring at the mature piece of neck meat in front of him, he was having an ideological struggle in his mind.

    "The new mission has been released. I can't let you hesitate any longer. Hurry up and get on your way. Don't act like a girl" Feng Bujue's mouth was full of oil at this moment, and he smelled of meat when he spoke. It was obvious that he  I have eaten the piece of rib meat I grilled.

    However, Brother Jue, who was half full, still did not leave the fire.  He also wants to bake more strips of meat, wrap them up, and store them so they can be taken out and eaten at any time later.

    "No matter! If I continue to be hungry like this, my stomach will start to digest myself!" At this time, Tianma Xingkong shouted loudly, closed his eyes, stuffed the meat on his hand into his mouth, and then started chewing fiercely.

    "Eh?" After a few seconds, he opened his eyes, "It's not as disgusting as I thought It tastes like beef, and it's quite crispy"

    "Yeah, it's just a bit bland." Feng Bujue continued, "It's a pity. If we had flour, we could wrap all the parts of the meat and steam them to make it have a distinct texture  ¡­¡±

    "It's a big siomai thing, isn't it? I pretend I haven't seen that cartoon!" Atobe interrupted with a roar.

    "Haha" Feng Bujue smiled.  "It's just a joke. Without salt and cooking wine, there is no way to season so much meat. Besides if the siu mai is so big, I'm afraid it's impossible to steam it thoroughly. You can consider using charcoal fire  "

    "Who is discussing technical issues with you? You are full and hold on!" Atobe said again.

    "Yes, I'm full." Feng Bujue looked like he needed a beating, "Hit me, you idiot."

    "You're cruel" Atobe's psychological defense finally broke. He glared at Brother Jue fiercely, and then started eating it himself.

    At this time, the good-for-nothing uncle also muttered to himself: "Well in order to pass the level, I even changed into a girl. Even if it is really cannibalism, it is nothing"

    As soon as this was said, the other four people shouted in unison: "We are still good friends even if we don't mention that!"

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    A few minutes passed, the players (except Feng Bujue) filled their stomachs with conflicting emotions, and then came to the stone wall at the head of the palace.

    This is the wall closest to the altar that they have not surveyed so far.

    "Hmm the mission description says 'the corridor behind the altar'. So the entrance is either behind this wall, or under the floor on the back side of the altar." The useless uncle stood there and speculated, "Consider  We are already underground now, so the road to the crystal puzzle is probably going upwards" His eyes moved to the wall, "Crazy brother otherwise you try licking it again.  try?"

    "It's not like I licked out the secret of the altar" Feng Bujue said, walking to the stone wall, "Those light patterns recorded on the stone slab will appear as long as they are touched by living creatures, and the  There is no limit on the part of the body, and it can also be done through clothes"

    "Okay, you don't have to go into detail" Uncle Useless dissuaded me.

    "Okay" Brother Jue smiled nonchalantly and then reached out to touch the wall.

    The next second, there was only a "hiss" sound, and a thick layer of dust poured out from the texture of the wall, forming a large cloud of dust mist.

    Seeing this, Atobe immediately took out his weapon (a large fan) from his bag and waved it back and forth twice.  Dispel them easily.

    After the dust dispersed, the slightly shining light pattern on the wall became clear.

    Feng Bujue covered his mouth and nose with one hand (I want to explain here that after the battle with Fuling, he took off his gloves, put them in his bag and restored them to a clean state; to put it simply  There is no shit on it. Don¡¯t worry), he continued to press his other hand on the wall, looked at the light patterns and said, "As expected, the reminder is still a mural."

    The teammates also looked around and looked at the patterns formed by the textures.

    The mural in front of you is larger than the two behind the altar, but the content is not complicated.But it¡¯s quite understandable.  The content of the painting is a humanoid creature standing behind the altar and playing the piano against the wall.  There are a bunch of strange symbols below it. The system has no translation at all, and I don¡¯t know which language they are in.

    "Ha a pleasant time solving puzzles." Feng Bujue looked at the symbols with interest.

    After seeing the mural, Honghu immediately turned around, walked towards the banjo next to Walkol's body, and said, "I think it's music score."

    "Ah, it's quite obvious." Feng Bujue responded, "But there is a problemMusic is a special language. Even if we can guess which elements in the score each symbol refers to, it is impossible to guess  The exact pitch levels these symbols refer to." He paused, touched his chin and said, "There should be further hints"

    Atobe, who was standing aside, looked at the methodical two people with an unclear look, and sighed: "It's only at moments like this that I feel lucky to have guys like you in the team"

    Tianma Xingkong shrugged and said: "Actually just break the wall as I say."

    "About this" Feng Bujue turned to Brother Ma, "I have confirmed it with the Imitation Soul, and it told me that the 'Five Gods' protect this temple with the power of spells. If anyone  Attacking the wall with brute force will trigger a counterattack spell. When the Imitation Soul pretended to be you before, it planned to use this method to kill people with a borrowed knife, but fortunately, Uncle Good-for-nothing stopped him in time."

    "Tch" Tianma Xingkong continued with a disappointed look on his face, "These despicable guys ah" He picked up the meat on his hand and took a bite, then continued incoherently, "I can do some spells or something.  His little tricks tsk tsk so annoying."

    "I saidyou are chewing on other people's knees with relish while saying thisis it really okay?" Atobe covered his face and shook his head.

    "Found it!" Honghu had already picked up the banjo and looked at it for a few seconds. "There are similar symbols engraved on the neck, and there are them under each string." As he spoke, he took the banjo and walked away.  Come over.

    "That's easy to handle." Feng Bujue turned around and said, "Just follow the shot."

    "Well it seems that it is not difficult to solve this puzzle, but" Honghu responded as he walked, " among the five of us, does anyone know how to play this thing?"

    "I can." Suddenly, someone answered in a very normal tone.

    Before he finished speaking, everyone else turned to look at him.

    "What's wrong? Is it weird?" Uncle Good-for-nothing asked with confusion on his face.

    "Well that's a bit" Honghu said, but he still reached out and handed the banjo to the useless uncle, "First of all, this is a relatively unpopular instrument."

    Feng Bujue continued: "Secondly, I really can't tellBrother Chai, you are actually a literary young man."

    "Hmpheven though I'm only twenty-seven or eighty years old this year, I have a lot of life experience." The good-for-nothing Uncle put the cigarette in his mouth and took the banjo with both hands, "I used to still  He¡¯s a member of a boy idol group.¡±

    "Huh?" Atobe used a modal particle to perfectly express his mood at the moment.

    "Haha You didn't expect that, did you? I debuted when I was seventeen, and the four people I formed a group with were all my peers." When he said this, the good-for-nothing uncle had already turned his head around the shoulder strap and put his class  Zhuo Qin slung it across his body, "The record company produced several crappy records for us that we couldn't even listen to, and then they even held concerts." He freed his hands and took another puff of cigarette, "It's a pity.  When we were nineteenwe were out of date.¡±

    "So fast!" Tianma Xingkong exclaimed in surprise.

    "Of course, I can understand it." Uncle Good-for-nothing smiled, "After all, we are nineteen years old. For idol groups, if the combined age of all members is over a hundred years old, they are considered an elderly group."

    "Hey! Which planet's standard is this! Are you a North Korean group?" Atobe couldn't help but complain.

    "Speaking of which there was a Korean in my group back then, and I had a pretty good relationship with him" Uncle Good-for-nothing continued, "The second year after the band was disbanded, he returned to China to serve in the military."  He blew out the smoke again and said, "Uh¡ª¡ªtwo years later, I received a postcard and learned about his marriage. His husband seemed to be his comrade"

    "Isn't this amount of information a little too much" This small talk, which lasted less than two minutes, already made Honghu, who is known for his calmness, sweating profusely.

    "Then that" Atobe interrupted with the corner of his mouth twitching, "Time is limited, let's focus on the mission first" After saying that, he immediately turned to look at Brother Jue and shouted,  "Hey! Crazy Bujue! Come over quickly and solve the puzzle! Fight!What soy sauce!  "

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    Brother Jue is banging his head against the wall

    "I just want to erase some strange things from my mind" Feng Bujue said without looking back, "Today I saw a lot of things that I shouldn't see and don't want to see and now I hear a lot of things that I don't want to see.  Listen As a person with a very rich imagination, I must remove those substances that will seriously pollute the spirit from my thinking palace as soon as possible"
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