World Tibet Bureau

Feisheng Pit is located at the bottom of a hillside in the suburb of Songjiang.

Miscellaneous Hades is quite famous in East China.

This time he passively accepted the Feisheng Pit, which actually had a certain influence secretly in the magic city's antique world.

It is estimated that many people want to watch this rare flying pit scene on the spot.

However, Laoshanji did not invite many witness intermediaries.

After all, it was too lively to end well.

This kind of rivers and lakes game, the pit is climbed into it by oneself, if you lose, you will stay at the bottom of the pit for nine days, and if you die, it has nothing to do with others.

It seems rather pedantic.

But in fact, it is also understandable, people have a live face, and a tree has a live skin.

Face is sometimes more important than life for a person like Miscellaneous Yama who has a very high status in the world.

If it was Sister Jiu'er, not only would she not know how to play with others, but she would also find ways to make others fall into the pit and eat shit.

Sister Jiu'er often said that losing face is equivalent to dying.

Whenever she said this sentence, I thought to myself, it was because she was unknown in the world and had no face at all.

But I dare not say this to my face, or she will kill me.

Later, I wanted to understand the truth that a person without beautiful feathers can be completely fearless when he is thumping and fighting in the mud pit without worrying about getting his body dirty.

I will never need feathers in this life.

Sanheizi and I all put on makeup.

When we came to the bottom of the mountain, we parted.

They did what I asked.

It was a little dark.

After walking for a while, I saw a few people on the hillside ahead. Under the leadership of Xia Xi, they were setting up a flying hole with searchlights, and they were spreading rapeseed oil on the side of the hole.

Next to the pit is a thick iron pillar with a gourd rope on it.

Two chairs on the floor.

One is a simple triangular plank.

One is a Taishi chair.

Those who enter the pit need to ride a settable down to the bottom of the pit, and the rope will be cut off.

If no one outside the pit can find out the flaws in the counterfeit made by the person who entered the pit, the Taishi chair will be put into the pit, and the person who entered the pit will be pulled up on the Taishi chair to enjoy the gift of three kowtows and nine prostrations from the people outside the pit.

If the fakes are found to be flawed by people outside the pit, those who enter the pit must stay at the bottom of the pit for nine days without eating or drinking.

This is an interesting old Jianghu rule.

The triangular board is also called the monkey stool. Workers in the mine often sit on the triangular board with their buttocks, holding the rope in their hands and going down the well.

This posture is rather comical and cramped. People sit on triangular planks, like monkeys.

The Feisheng Pit was originally a trick used by foreign counterfeiters to challenge the local antique counterfeit industry.

Go down to the pit and sit on the monkey stool, which means that when you enter the pit, you are an unknown and noisy monkey from other places.

Sitting on the Taishi chair in the upper pit means that we cannot distinguish the flaws of fakes. You are not a monkey, but a master, worthy of respect.

As soon as the Taishi chair was lifted into the air.

His fame in the world also came from this.

After I walked over, the people next to me quickly stopped their movements, looked at me with great vigilance, and touched my waist with their hands.

It is estimated that there is a weapon on the waist.

Xia Xi said very calmly: "The new kid is one of my own."

Hearing this, several people relaxed their guard.

Xia Xi said to me: "Who... don't be stupid like a telegraph pole when you come here, come here first and try to see if the monkey stool is stable, don't when the old man Yan sits on it and the rope breaks, you can start playing before you play." If you fall to your death, brother chicken will scold me to death."

I replied angrily, "Okay boss!"

After several people heard this, they tied up the monkey stool.

I sat on the triangular stool.

The rope creaked and let me down.

The pit was about ten meters deep, and it was surrounded by rapeseed oil.

Not to mention an old man like Yan Wang, even a person like Bian Wu who is good at climbing walls can't do it.

The bottom of the pit is relatively dark, and they are basically busy on it, and no one specially turned on the searchlight to shine on me.

I quickly wrote a few large characters on the wall of the pit with stones.

"Don't go up the pit, don't burn incense."

Very striking.

After I finished writing, I shouted to the top: "Boss, the rope is strong, there is no problem!"

The reason for writing these words.

Lao Shanji didn't tell Xia Xi about his plan to kill Yan Wang until 10 minutes ago.

First, if there is no problem with the evidence for the identification of the fake Mian’an emperor’s hat, after Lao Pheasant tells the evidence, if Yan Wang follows the rules of death in the world, he will stay at the bottom of the pit for nine days and die.

Second, if there is a problem with the identification basis for the counterfeit Mianyan emperor hat, then Yan Wang must be promoted with the Taishi chair.They would secretly cut the rope with their hands and feet. When they were about to climb to the top, the rope broke and fell to Yan Wang's death.

Thirdly, those who enter the pit need to light a stick of incense, and the time limit for one incense stick is to let the people outside the pit tell the identification basis of the counterfeit. According to the old rules of the world, the incense is provided by the people outside the pit.Even if there is a ten-thousandth possibility, the rope is not broken, the old pheasant uses special poisonous incense, and even if Yan Wang ascends normally, after a few days, there is no antidote, he will be seriously ill and comatose, and he will die within ten days.

Fourth, in case of an abnormal situation, someone suddenly comes to attack the game, the old pheasant will point out that Yan Wang does not follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and immediately send a signal to summon the subordinates who have been arranged in advance outside, and then take advantage of the chaos to fight and kill Yan Wang .

The four plans are thoughtful and progressive, which can be described as extremely vicious.

Lao Pheasant is not a vicious veteran. Although he has great faith in Xia Xi and believes that the identification evidence provided by Xia Xi must be true, he still has prepared alternatives for different situations.

Under heavy siege, Yan Wang was almost unable to fly.

If I hadn't asked Yan Xiaoyue to remind him like Yan Wang, he would definitely think that he has a high status in the world, and the old pheasant would not dare to play tricks on him.

But people not only want to play, but also play it extremely shamelessly and cruelly.

Xia Xi replied from above: "Pull him up!"

I was promoted by someone.

After working with them for a while, the sound of footsteps came from outside.

Looking back, the old pheasant came with five or six people.

This guy was beaten badly last time.

He is limping when he walks, and needs help when going uphill.

I was kind of amused to see his fake teeth, the burn scar on his chin, and the half-healed eye socket.

The old pheasant had a big belly, looked at the pit, and took a sip: "Fuck! Can this height kill the old thing?"

Xia Xi replied: "Don't worry, Brother Ji, this is three or four stories high!"

The old pheasant bared his dentures, raised his hand and patted Xia Xi's shoulder: "Da Xia, you've been doing things very neatly these days. When I see Brother Crazy another day, I'll take care of you."

Xia Xi said, "That's right! I've been a pig these years, and I've learned how to plow the fields!"

Hearing this, Lao Pheasant laughed loudly, but the laughter was too violent, which may have involved the wound, and grinned again: "That's right, it's really you!"

The old pheasant squeezed out a cigar.

Xia Xi hurriedly lit a fire for him.

The old pheasant smoked twice, then turned to look at the crowd.

When his eyes turned to me, the old pheasant suddenly stared: "This kid... doesn't look like a good person?!"