Chapter: 35
Wang Xuan bowed his head, there was an engraved picture on the golden bamboo slips!
Bamboo slips, which have been in use since the pre-Qin period, vary in length from more than a dozen centimeters to more than half a meter, and characters are carved on them with a knife.
The piece in Wang Xuan's hand was golden, with a warm luster under the light.
It is eight centimeters long, three centimeters wide and two centimeters thick, and its length is shorter.
It is heavy, very heavy, and it can be expected that it will sink in the water.
What is engraved on the golden bamboo slips is not words, but several patterns, a creature with a human head and a snake body, presenting different postures.
He has long hair loose, and it is impossible to tell whether he is a man or a woman. There is a snake coiled posture, and there is also an engraved picture of him rolling on the ground. There is also a picture of a snake tail on the ground, standing upright like a sharp sword towards the sky.
There are no words on the bamboo slips, only a few engraved pictures, and it can't be seen that it has any relationship with the old technique. At least Wang Xuan didn't find its value.
"I can't understand it, I can't understand it. It has been in my hands for many years, and I have been playing with it as a jade." The middle-aged man wearing a blue mask said.
He has short, thick hair and sits there quietly.
"I got too little. A pile of golden bamboo slips fell into the hands of the chaebol on Xinxing's side. I only won two pieces back then." He said flatly.
Wang Xuan is convinced that this is a master, and his achievements in old techniques are probably very amazing.
He dared to snatch the food, competed with the men sent by the chaebol, and took away two pieces, which was not easy.
This kind of bamboo slips is regarded as a rare item even in Xinxing. After the major organizations got it, they kept it secret and studied it in secret, so it was difficult for outsiders to see it.
"Has anyone analyzed anything from Xinxing?" Wang Xuan asked.
"I don't know." The short-haired middle-aged man spoke briefly, unwilling to talk about this topic again.
For a moment, the room fell into silence.
Wang Xuan had met him two years ago, and it was also at that time that he first knew and saw the dark areas in this peaceful city.
On the ninth basement floor of a certain landmark building, there is an old art competition every Friday night. The contestants fight in an iron cage, and the blood is extremely bloody. The losers usually lose their limbs.
And the stands outside the iron cage were filled with people of unknown identities, all wearing masks, both men and women, watching the fierce competition, roaring and screaming, excitement and chaos blended together.
Wang Xuan rejected the middle-aged man on the spot, and clearly told the other party that he would never walk in a gray area. He liked the study of old arts, but he would not show "bloody art" to others.
The short-haired middle-aged man laughed at that time and told him that he was just showing him another side of the city. The real world was far from what he usually saw.
The bloody actual battle in the iron cage has little to do with them, they just occasionally pick potential seedlings.
As for them, a group of explorers.
What they have to experience is far more thrilling, exciting, mysterious, and even terrifying than this iron cage match, because they have entered the starry sky and are not limited to the old land.
The middle-aged man told him that no matter in terms of future or strength, explorers are very brilliant, far from being comparable to those people and organizations wandering in gray areas.
They chatted several times during that time, but Wang Xuan still rejected him.
The middle-aged man with short hair left him a golden business card, telling him that if he changed his mind after graduation, he could come here to find him.
And as early as that time, that is, two years ago, the middle-aged man with short hair predicted that the old art experimental class would inevitably be disbanded, and this investment project would be stranded.
"Why did you find me?" Wang Xuan asked him seriously back then.