The rain outside the store was getting heavier and heavier. At the beginning, it was still "crackling", with sporadic raindrops hitting the window, but after a while, it was "rustling". The sound of doors and windows being washed by rain came one after another, and it sounded like a whole lot.

The sky seemed to have a hole collapsed, with heavy rain pouring down, lightning and thunder roaring, and strong winds.

Everyone around was quietly watching the two people drawing the map. Feng Shuzhu turned his head and looked outside the house, saying, "It's so stormy that even the Sword Immortal cannot walk. It seems that the owner will not be able to come back for a while."

When everyone heard this, they knew that Feng Shuzhu said that the two of them could draw pictures in detail without worrying about the owner coming back to stop him.

Grandma Duan also turned around and looked outside the house, saying, "I didn't expect that there would be such heavy rain in such late autumn." A hint of gratitude was faintly revealed in her tone of speech.

Feng Shuzhu's eyes moved along Yi Dingjia's pen tip, and he whispered in a low voice: "Who is it that he will build a wine shop in such a rare place. Could it be that it is not for making money to do business?" His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself, or for others.

Grandma Duan thought for a while and said, "When Young Master Feng said this, she reminded Laozi that she didn't see a wine jar when she was cooking in the kitchen just now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Shuzhu became suspicious. Even Shui Lingyue, who had not spoken, turned her eyes to Grandma Duan, and her cold eyes blinked again and again.

At this time, Chu Qing was squatting down and carefully looking at Xiaojiu's drawing. Hearing this, he stood up, walked forward, and joined in and talked: "It's not that the owner drank all the wine and went to a faraway place to buy wine."

Feng Shuzhu smiled when she heard this and said, "This situation may really exist, but it is very impossible according to common sense."

Chu Qing thought for a while and said, "What's impossible? It's already a very common idea to build a wine shop here." As she said that, she turned her eyes and seemed to suddenly remember something. She turned her eyes to the kitchen and said, "Will the owner hide the wine in a cellar? We haven't looked for it carefully?"

Feng Shuzhu thought for a while and said, "This idea is very good. We really need to take a closer look. Maybe there are other secrets in this store."

Chu Qing nodded, chose a brighter oil lamp, and turned around and ran towards the kitchen.

I heard that I was going to the kitchen to find a wine jar, but Xiaopang Bear Bag turned around and followed him, looking impatient, almost surpassing Chu Qing several times and ran to the front.

Feng Shuzhu, Shui Lingyue and Grandma Duan also understood it. They each went in one direction, walked away slowly, and searched carefully up and down.

In less than a while, the three of them had already looked at the store up and down. Needless to say, they had found nothing. The three of them returned to Yi Dingjia and Xiaojiu and saw that they were about to finish depicting them.

Suddenly, Chu Qing ran out of the kitchen excitedly, took a very strange thing in her hand, and walked towards everyone, saying, "Brother Feng, what do you think this is?"

Feng Shuzhu turned his head and took it to his hand and looked at it, smiling and said, "This is a sheepskin bag for water, which is necessary to travel far away in the desert."

Chu Qing took the sheepskin bag back, looked carefully, and said, "The people in this desert are really strange, why do they use sheepskin as water pockets?"

Feng Shuzhu smiled and said, "The desert is very hot, and the sheepskin bag is very heat-insulated and breathable. If you use other items to fill it with water, it will easily smell."

Listening to Feng Shuzhu's explanation, Chu Qing suddenly realized and carefully looked through the sheepskin bag in her hand, and pressed it tightly from time to time with both hands.

Such a rare object in the Central Plains is that even Shui Lingyue, who has not spoken, has also taken a fancy to her.

At this time, Yi Dingjia suddenly heard a sound of "Ouch." Then he stood up, pounded his waist hard, and then moaned, "I'm so tired that I'm finally finished drawing."

Feng Shuzhu reached out and gently supported Yi Dingjia, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaojiu also stood up from the ground, looked at the map beneath him, and said, "Brother Feng, I've finished drawing it too."

Feng Shuzhu looked over and saw that the maps on the table were really mixed up and could no longer see clearly. He turned his head and said to Yi Dingjia: "Senior, this picture has been drawn. Next, we will rely on you all."

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he stroked his beard and said, "That's natural. I've been looking carefully while tracing it. Let's go there and splice them together." As he said that, he pointed to the open space next to him, turned around and walked over with a staggering pace.

Seeing that he was walking so hard, Feng Shuzhu knew that the person was not well-behaved when he was old, so he said to others: "Let's just pull a few tables and put the picture on the table, so that it looks more convenient."

Several people started to put together two tables. Yi Dingjia carefully spread the maps on them one by one, and everyone surrounded them.

I saw Yi Dingjia holding an oil lamp in his hand, looking at it for a long time, selecting a map from it, placing it at the bottom, looking at everyone and saying, "This is the entrance to the desert."

Everyone looked on the map at the same time, and saw that there were several tiled houses painted at the bottom of the map, but there were two hills behind them. Upwards, there were blank spaces, and on a piece of paper, all of them were blank.

Yi Dingjia seemed to see the doubts of the crowd, and after returning to the map, he pointed to the blank space and said, "The beginning of this place is the desert."

After listening to his explanation, Xiaojiu returned to the ground, selected the picture he had drawn, found the same one, spread it on the ground, and gently tapped a dot with a brush in the blank space.

Seeing that everyone had already understood, Yi Dingjia picked up the oil lamp, looked at it for a while, and selected another map from it, put it down close to the first map, and said, "This picture depicts the passage from the entrance from the Central Plains."

Everyone once again set their eyes on the map, and saw that they were almost parallel to the tiled houses, drawing a road with two thin lines. They did not see the starting point of the road, but they saw it passing through a region with many small dots, and then they were connected to the first picture.

Yi Dingjia's fingers moved along the two thin lines, stopped in the area full of dots, and tapped the small dots with his fingertips, saying, "This is a large grassland. And these two thin lines are just roughly indicating the direction, and there will be no roads on the grassland."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that the little dots originally meant that the grass was covered with wild grass.

After listening to it, Xiaojiu also selected the same one according to his appearance. After carefully putting it on, he used a brush to point two small dots in the blank space, which were counted as sequence records.

The little fat bear bag seemed to be quite interested in these maps. He made a fine brush somewhere and circled it on a small piece of paper, drawing something that no one could understand, as if he had made a smaller version of the map himself.

At this time, Yi Dingjia selected the third map and placed it on the first map. Everyone could see clearly that the picture was no longer a blank area, but a lot of circles. The large circle was surrounded by small circles, and the color between circles seemed to be a little darker. Next to the circles, there was another pattern like stars.

Yi Dingjia pointed to the picture and combined with the first picture, explaining: "Although these two pictures are close together, they are actually more than a thousand miles away in the desert. These circles should represent the peaks composed of weathered rocks, and the pattern next to it is a water intake point."

Feng Shuzhu said: "In this way, this is the first water-intake point after entering the desert from the entrance."

Yi Dingjia looked at Feng Shuzhu, nodded, but said, "The water intake point in the desert is always a mark. This often happens. You have been running for hundreds or even thousands of miles, and when you are about to die of thirst, you find the water intake point. But when you are lying at the well and looking inside, you find that there has been a dry well there." As he said, Yi Dingjia licked his lips, as if he was already hungry and thirsty at this moment.

Hearing this, everyone was silent because everyone knew that it was terrible to have no water for many days, and that was probably more terrifying than not being able to find food.

Seeing that the atmosphere was so depressing, Feng Shuzhu turned around and brought a bowl of tea, handed it to Yi Dingjia, and smiled and said, "At this time, we are not in the desert, so this tea can still be drunk as much as possible. What the senior said is already dry. It is better to drink a sip of water and moisten your throat and continue."

Yi Dingjia happily took the tea and smiled jokingly: "I am really a little thirsty when you say this." As he said that, he picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one go.

Next, after spending a lot of incense, Yi Dingjia put all the maps together, and during this period he explained some special terrain, and he couldn't help but mention the strange phenomena of storms, mirages and other in the desert again.

Turning back, he saw that the oil lamp on the table had burned most of the time. Yi Dingjia breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had completed a difficult task. Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief, not because of fatigue, but deeply felt the vastness of the desert and the magical and strangeness inside.

While everyone was relieved, they turned their eyes to the desktop again. The spliced ​​map was composed of seven small maps. One was obviously missing from the top, which looked very inconsistent and uncomfortable to look.

Chu Qing spoke first: "Is this map incomplete? It seems that one piece is missing."

Yi Dingjia forced his eyes to open his eyes tiredly and sighed, "Yes, a picture is missing."

Chu Qing looked at Feng Shuzhu and said, "What part is missing? Is it the most important?"

Yi Dingjia shook his head lightly and said, "What is missing is not the most important, but the specific location of the Heavenly Prison."

Upon hearing this, Chu Qing said with confusion: "What is missing is the Heavenly Prison? What is that? That is the hinterland of the Western Regions Desert. Isn't that the most important thing?"

Yi Dingjia looked at Chu Qing, stretched out his five fingers, slapped his hands on one of the pictures, and said, "In the desert, if you can't find water, every place can take human life, so every picture on this table is about life and is just as important."
Chapter completed!