Zhao Ge: 38. Bone buried place

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"Bailishu!"

The voice seemed to be coming from a distance. Jun Wanbai rushed out of the small Lingxing Temple. She looked around, but did not see the familiar thin figure. It was sinking and dark, and there was no one on the farmland outside the city. The heavy clouds in the night sky were blown away by the wind, and the surrounding scenery was chilled by the moonlight.

Jun Wan returned to Lingxing Temple in vain, and Li Xin stood at the entrance of the temple, frowning.

He sensed all around, and also found no traces of thyme.

"This guy." Jun Wanbai held the sword and gritted her teeth bitterly. She was so angry that she wanted to kick on the altar, but the altar had collapsed, and the Lingxing Temple was full of weirdness. Can't tolerate her getting angry.

Li Xin's expression is not much better, and it becomes more and more cloudy.

He turned and walked straight to the entrance of the hole, jumping into the one on the left without hesitation. Jun Wanbai strode to keep up with him holding the sword--Bai Lishu was a superior bastard, and this recognition became clearer now.

After Jun Wanbai and Li Xin disappeared one after another at the entrance of the cave, the dust on the altar fell sternly, the mysterious text on the wall was completely hidden, and restored to its original appearance, with the "bang" With a sound, the altar closed. The small secular Lingxing Temple is the same as before, and no one can see what has just happened here.

Behind the altar, Shen Mu's spirit star idol watched everything that happened in the dark night.

The secular statues of woodcarvings are merciful and merciless.

From the entrance of the cave, there is a long natural stone path underneath. The path is not wide and only allows two people to walk side by side. The left and right sides are slabs of bluestone with rough and uneven cutting surfaces. Under the feet are relatively strong granite, one by one. The surface is also exceptionally rough. Jun Wanbai took out the lantern from Najie to light it. She took a picture of her surroundings and found many words carved on the bluestone.

""Taiyilu"."

Jun Wanbai looked at the indented text and read two lines to recognize it.

The so-called "Taiyilu" is Taishangzong's method of suppressing evil spirits. No wonder the fake scholar Ye Qiusheng rushed all the way to this Yanmen County. It seems that this place has a lot of connections with their Taishangzong.

Jun Wanbai raised the lantern and took a photo in front of him. I don't know how long the corridor is, and the cold wind blew from inside. Since the "Taiyilu" that suppresses evil spirits is inscribed in this secret path, there may be something at the end. Jun Wanbai didn't understand it. Judging from the scriptures inscribed on the stone road, she knew that the amount of work was probably not small. Then why did she never hear of what the Supreme Sect’s people suppressed here?

Since there is "Taiyilu" inscribed here, Bailishu should be in the right direction, and the person surnamed Ye should have entered this secret path.

"Half crazy, do you want to stay here and guard?"

Jun Wanbai asked casually. Don't look at Ye Qiusheng after they had just joined hands. In fact, the relationship between the two is definitely not good. In the Nine Profound Sect, the kind that you have to fight almost when you meet each other-in fact, almost all core disciples are like this.

With a cold snort, Li Xin walked over her towards the depths of the dark tunnel.

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Ye Qiusheng walked alone in the dark tunnel. This dark tunnel was very rough, surrounded by rugged and raised rocks, which became more and more ferocious against the deep darkness. When Ye Qiusheng passed by, the swaying torch in his hand lit up, and the uneven rocky horns cast a long shadow, as if countless demons were entrenched.

One day he will pour all the wine of that bad old man into the water.

Ye Qiusheng thought of the old man who made him run around all day, and swears again.

He didn't walk fast. As he gradually deepened, the rocks on both sides of the underpass gradually became more and more rugged, with more and more sharp bulges, and the wind flowing in the underpass became stronger and stronger, and the faint area became wet. .

Ye Qiusheng stopped and listened carefully, and he could distinguish the sound of water from the sound of the wind. There is wind flowing in the underpass, indicating that the underpass must lead to a wider place. The sound of the running water was not loud, as if it came through layers of rocks, and it was a little fuzzy, and it was still some distance from where he was right now.

It seems that the record is correct: there is a secret path under the temple, one on the left and one on the left, and the left and the right are dead. Its right leads to an underground river, which cannot be crossed.

The entrance of the cave that comes down, the left side connects the life road, the right side connects the dead. But right now Ye Qiusheng knew that he still entered the one on the right.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, they tend to go to Hushan.

No way, who made him just a laborious life.

Ye Qiusheng held the torch and continued to walk inward. In order to track down this place, he traced it from the Cangpu dynasty in the south to the Qi Qin dynasty, and then went all the way north to Bingzhou in the Chen dynasty. He was too lazy to count how many wronged roads he took in the middle.

According to his investigation, the underpass should be the underground river leading to this Yanmen County. Yanmen County is a city at the pass. Not far from the gate is Guangu. The city is built in the surrounding mountains, so the bottom of the city is hard rock instead of soil. The underground river leading to the underground passage of the Lingxing Temple is part of the hanging river that runs through the city.

The water veins of a city are like the veins of a city.

"The hanging river flows backward for no reason" Ye Qiusheng traced it all the way, and finally determined the location of the thing based on this sentence combined with other legends-just as the old man said, "it" itself is the five elements of chaos, which reverses yin and yang. , When it wakes up, something unusual will happen.

According to the one-hundred-year-per-breathing rule, the time when the Xuanhe River in Yanmen County flows back for no reason is just when it "breathes."

It was calculated that another century was coming, and Ye Qiusheng came here alone with the "lock".

However, even Ye Qiusheng didn't know exactly what the so-called "it" was. He just had a vague guess in his heart.

Ye Qiusheng walked in, and the underpass gradually became narrower. After experiencing a nearly vertical dip, the stones on both sides were sharp like swords. In the end, Ye Qiusheng had to turn sideways to pass. Fortunately, after half a stick of incense, the wind became more and more violent, the sound of water became louder and louder, and the underpass tilted upward again.

Squeezing out of the two rocks, Ye Qiusheng's feet were empty and stepped on the flat stone bricks.

The secret tunnel full of rocks finally ended.

Ye Qiusheng raised his head and looked forward, but he stopped slightly.

At the end of the underpass is a stone chamber with a semi-curved top. The floor is covered with flat stone bricks. The stone chamber is empty. The place facing the exit of the underpass is a huge, heavy iron cast door. . A faint blue fire was burning by the door, and the sound of water came from behind the stone gate.

It was not the huge mysterious iron gate that made Ye Qiusheng move, but a figure standing in front of the gate.

——A man in a white robe.

The man in the white robe does not know how long he has been here. The figure gathered under the robe was still thin, and the man stood still in front of the door, as if waiting for his arrival. The blue fire by the door shone coldly on the man's robe like snow, showing a faint chill.

Ye Qiusheng held a torch with his left hand, and his right hand was wrapped in the wide sleeves of his deep-clothed robe. He suddenly saw such a man waiting for him like a ghost, and he even smiled: "I have been waiting for a long time, and I feel terrified. "

As soon as the word "fear" fell, Ye Qiusheng's figure appeared directly in front of the white robe man out of thin air.

A jagged ancient blade wrapped in the sleeves of the robe drew towards the white robe man's throat silently.

The smiling scholar of Taishangzong is the most ruthless. He has a smile on his face, and his mouth is as polite as a Confucian scholar full of economics, but his subordinates are killing people directly.

The moment he shot, the white-robed man standing still in front of the mysterious iron gate raised his head. Ye Qiusheng saw the face under his hood clearly, and met a pair of eyes like a waveless ancient well.

When the ancient blade was about to pass the man's throat, he stopped in the air.

"Okay."

Ye Qiusheng said softly, retracting the ancient blade and taking a step back.

Under the hood, is the face with eyebrows, eyes, and snow, which was recorded at the top of the list of twelve beauties by the Kyushu Bank.

——It is indeed a fixed number.

His instinct is not wrong, Bailishu knows something, and it really is the source of his anxiety. In a daze, Ye Qiusheng felt like he was returning to the secret realm five years ago. Back then, just like now, this person appeared when everyone thought that Bailishu would not appear.

"Young Master Baili also likes to travel in the middle of the night when there is heavy exposure?" Just as the incident of a killer as soon as he came up has never happened, Ye Qiusheng has a smile on his face, and he is quite familiar. Asked, "I don't know why Lord Baili came to this ghostly place?"

"Why are you here?"

Bai Li looked at him quietly. It was obvious that Ye Qiusheng’s ancient blade would cut his throat, but this person didn’t blink, as if he knew Ye Qiusheng would be at the end. Stop at the moment.

"Me?" Although the ancient blade in Ye Qiusheng's hand did not cross Bailishu's throat, he still held it, slightly inclined to the side. It was an ancient blade with serrated edges, faintly glowing with dark red light. "The weather is just right, so I think that the beautiful lady can't sleep, so I just come out to relax at will."

The sound of the water rumbling behind the door, Ye Qiusheng opened his eyes and said nonsense with a testimony, and as he said, he laughed frivolously: "Oh, I see, it is possible that the son of Baili has a clear heart with his heart, so he thought Want to appreciate Fengyue together?"

"In the spring, Yanmen County suddenly warmed, the river was hanging backwards, and the city wall was destroyed for ten miles. People thought that the earth would turn over and be shocked." Baili was not moved by Ye Qiusheng's frivolous words, but Ye Qiusheng's pupils suddenly shrank. , He spoke in a hurry.

Bai Lishu's tone was flat, but Ye Qiusheng sounded like thunder.

His smile faded for an instant, his face was illuminated by the flickering blue fire, and the ancient blade in his hand vibrated slightly, like the excitement before a giant shark cannibalized. The half-true killing intent was condensed in the air, and the sound of the wind seemed to be affected by the invisible aura, suddenly becoming sharp.

"Do you think that what you have in your hand is all...the lock?"

As if not aware of Ye Qiusheng's killing intent, Bai Lishu whispered softly. He seemed to be asking, but his expression didn't show a trace of inquiry.

The murderous aura that was so tight in the air suddenly disappeared.

Ye Qiusheng laughed, the ancient blade in his hand disappeared, and he looked like a scholar: "It is a great honor to be able to think of a place with Young Master Baili."

He put away the ancient blade, Bai Lishu glanced at him, retreated some distance back, and gave him the position facing the door.

Ye Qiusheng raised the torch and looked carefully at this ancient giant gate.

The light of the torch projected on it can only shine a little bit, and more light comes from a row of faint blue flames from top to bottom on both sides of the giant gate. The flame fuel of the ghost fire is the legendary shark grease that can burn for thousands of years. It is not known how many years they have been burning here.

Ye Qiusheng felt a faint chill when looking at the candles of the sharks.

Who used this shark man grease to light a thousand-year-old fire, waiting for the newcomers in the future?

He waved away the vague and vague thought in his mind, and began to focus on this mysterious iron gate that had only been mentioned in the incomplete manuscript.

The gate is about four feet high, and the giant gate made of pure black iron is dark in color, revealing a disturbing red light faintly. It lay there, giving a sense of unparalleled weight. The door is divided into two, with reliefs hovering around like a dragon and snake on the left and right. But the relief was not like a dragon or a snake. It seemed to show only a long neck, and most of its body was hidden in the clouds.

"Fog Bird."

Bai Lishu stood beside Ye Qiusheng and said softly.

The relief on the mysterious iron gate is exactly the misty bird totem that Qingyu Guangzhou encountered that day. The reason why it looks like a dragon and a snake is because when carving, only the long neck bone of the misty bird was drawn. The neck bones are coiled around, which is the most open posture of the Foggy Bird of Prey-from head to neck to the wings, and finally the whole Foggy Bird of Prey circling like a phantom.

Bai Lishu silently looked at the relief on the mysterious iron gate.

Carving the ritual dance of the misty bird at the entrance of such a place, do you mean that this creature will one day return with anger, flutter its wings, and whine of revenge?

As they encountered that day.

Although Ye Qiusheng knew that Bailishu and the others had encountered the misty bird, he didn't face the terrifying and terrifying ancient beast in person, so when he saw this relief, there was nothing but a moment of sigh. Other thoughts. What he cares more about is the things on the door other than the relief.

There are many gray spots on the deep black mysterious iron gate—there are many night pearls inlaid on it. It's just that these night pearls, which should be shining, seem to have run out of energy at this time, dusty, even inferior to ordinary orbs. Ye Qiusheng raised the torch and leaned closer, and found that the night pearls were actually inlaid on the indented nodes of the array.

"The star of the week."

Ye Qiusheng said this word that is familiar to almost all immortals.

The so-called cultivating immortals, what we are looking for is the interaction between people and the world and everything. The Zhoutian astrology is undoubtedly the existence of many people who have enlightened and studied. Throughout the ages, no one knows how many capable people and strangers have invented many amazing formations against the Zhoutian astrology. But it is recognized that the only star map inscribed in the Qingming Pagoda is the only star map that can be labelled as "The Stars of the Week."

The Jinglingtai, known as Penglai, was originally a failed Qingming Pagoda, so Taichung also has such a map of the sky and stars.

But at this time, Ye Qiusheng and Bailishu saw a map of Zhou Tianxing and constellations inscribed on the mysterious iron gate in the ground of this little Yanmen County.

But the picture of the stars of the week in front of me is not complete. Among the twenty-eight stars, there should be no Ye Mingzhu on the node of the Big Dipper, and the seven semi-concave holes destroyed the integrity of the entire array. It is precisely because of the lack of these seven night pearls that all the night pearls on the entire array are in a dim state.

Ye Qiusheng took a look at Bailishu. The man stood aside, also looking at the Zhoutian Xinghua map on the mysterious iron gate, but he didn't know what he was thinking, or... waiting for him to do it.

"It's unfair to think about it." Ye Qiusheng sighed and took out a copper box from Na Jie resigningly. "I ran my legs and broke my legs to gather things together. As a result, someone didn't have to wait for the door to open. That's it... Forget it, the beauties don’t touch Yang Chunshui, so they should pay the price of “one thousand catties and one side”, so as to save your juniors and disciples always using this excuse."

Ye Qiusheng’s "one side" teased that Qin Jiu's previous sister of the Hehuan Sect tried to see Baili Shuan with a high-grade spirit stone. Unfortunately, Bailishu, who was teased by him, did not respond at all.

Beauty is beautiful, but like ice.

Ye Qiusheng opened the copper box, and seven of the same gray night pearls lay quietly on the silk. It took him a full ten years to throw these seven beads on the side of the road that no one wanted to pick up.

Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan...

The night pearls are placed on the cavity one by one, and as the Big Dipper returns one by one, the night pearls on the giant gate of the mysterious iron light up one by one...like a dull Stars appear one after another in the dark night, eventually forming a vast sea of ​​stars. At the same time, the immobile mysterious iron gate itself began to tremble gradually. When the mysterious iron gate weighing tens of thousands of tons shook, Bai Lishu and Ye Qiusheng only felt that the arc-shaped stone chamber shook.

Like an earth dragon turning over.

Kaiyang...

The Xuan Tiemen had already begun to tremble visibly with the naked eye, Ye Qiusheng turned his back to Bailishu, and took out the last night pearl from the copper box. He moved his fingers lightly, as if trembling once from tension. Just when he was about to return the last night pearl to its place, his hand stopped in the air.

There was something cold on the back of his neck.

It's bitterly cold, with a sharp sense.

It was a long sword with a sword body that shook out of its sheath about a palm width. It was held horizontally by a hundred miles. The sword body of the long sword was like a cool moonlight, and the snow-colored blade was stuck into Ye Qiusheng’s Neck, as if his throat will be cut in the next moment. Ye Qiusheng did not look back, nor did he continue to put Ye Mingzhu in the groove.

In the stone room, one person is squatting and one person is standing. The hands of the squatting people stopped in the air, and the standing people held their swords horizontally, and the air seemed to freeze.

Bai Lishu's sword came up silently, even if the blade was close to Ye Qiusheng's neck, it did not bring a trace of murderous aura.

But Ye Qiusheng would never feel that Bailishu's sword would really not pass forward.

He has seen Bailishu's face showing his sword expressionlessly. When a sword that seems to come from outside the sky falls, it does not carry the slightest murderousness-the ice is sealed for thousands of miles, and the creatures under the ice are lost due to the extreme cold Life, but can you say that ice itself has killing intent? Bailishu's sword is like ice and snow itself, without a trace of emotion, not even murderous.

It's just a simple sword.

It was precisely because his sword didn't carry a trace of murderous intent, Ye Qiusheng didn't realize it until the blade of the sword hit his neck.

Ye Qiusheng's heart shuddered. He knew that he was too dependent on the murderous sensitivity that he had cultivated between life and death, but he was still calm on his face: "I think there is a problem with the few sentences I wrote. Sometimes The guy in the white coat does not necessarily look like a heavenly immortal, but also like the life-deathing impermanence, son Baili, you are very similar to the life-threatening impermanence."

"So you don't think your life is long?"

Baili Shudao.

Unexpectedly, Bai Lishu would actually follow Ye Qiusheng's ridicule and joking, although his tone was as cold as saying that he really wanted to draw the sword at any time to end others' lives.

But the truth seems to be the same.

"Young Master Baili wouldn't be so cruel, right." Ye Qiusheng looked at his neck, only shook out a long sword with a snow-colored blade, smiled bitterly, "Is your admirer anyway!" /

Jianfeng sent a thread forward again, pressing against his skin.

Ye Qiusheng changed his view: "Okay, okay, so for the sake of temporary cooperation?"

"The allusion of fish eyes mixed with beads does not apply here."

Bai Li is indifferent and honest, holding the long sword's wrist bone Lingting, but the sword body is extremely stable. The unmoving sword body carries an invisible deterrent, but it is silently warning something.

The two stood in a stalemate for a while, and finally Ye Qiusheng sighed.

This feeling as if every move is being understood by others is really terrible...How does the Nine Profound Sect purify geniuses and lunatics?

He released his hand and let the Ye Mingzhu he was holding fall to the ground with a crisp sound. The wrist shook slightly, and another Ye Mingzhu appeared in his hand-just before he picked up the Ye Mingzhu, he made a drop-off plan and replaced the last Ye Mingzhu.

The moment the fake Ye Mingzhu is installed, the mechanism in the stone room will be set off, and the cage will drop from the sky, trapping the intruders in the stone room who do not know the mission. At the moment when the cage fell, Ye Qiusheng, who had been prepared, would dodge as quickly as possible. When Bailishu is trapped in it, he will replace the false Ye Mingzhu and replace the real formation pearl.

The so-called cooperation is just talk.

Even if Bailishu really had another "lock" in his hand, Ye Qiusheng didn't intend to let him enter the profound iron gate--their hard work of the Supreme Sect's past dynasties did not need the Jiu Xuan gate to intervene.

But...

Ye Qiusheng glanced at the long sword resting on his neck, smiled bitterly, and put the real Ye Mingzhu on it.

Boom Rumble——Boom Rumble——

Bai Lishu put away his sword, and stretched out his hand to pull Ye Qiusheng up, who was squatting on the ground. Together they withdrew several steps backwards.

I saw the fire of the sharks on both sides of the mysterious iron gate began to shake violently. The faint blue light swayed and projected onto the slowly cracking mysterious iron giant door, interlaced with the starry night pearl light on the door. Under the changing light and shadow, the misty bird relief on the door seemed to be alive. His long neck trembling and dancing in the starry sea of ​​night.

The stone chamber began to shake violently, and brick dust fell violently above his head.

Ye Qiusheng's true qi was released slightly to protect his body, and when he turned his head, he saw that the white robe on Bai Lishu's body exuded a hazy light, and also blocked all the gravel dust outside. Finally, with a thunderous loud noise, the two profound iron gates slid to both sides completely. The movement this time was so great that even the city above it would be affected-no wonder "it" was imprisoned outside the city.

Go!

The damp and cold wind blew on his face, and Ye Qiusheng made a gesture to Bailishu, and rushed into the black lacquered hole exposed after the mysterious iron door slid open. Bailishu coughed in a low and suppressed manner, and moved up with his sword. The space is small, and the echo is still rolling, besides there is a huge crash of water.

Bai Li Shu's depressed, low cough was drowned in all kinds of loud sounds.

Ye Qiusheng didn't notice it.

Behind the mysterious iron gate, he held the torch and stood silently.

Bai Li Shu stepped out of the deep black giant gate. A short stone platform passed through the mysterious iron gate. The long hunting wind rolled frantically from under the stone platform, blowing his white robe fiercely. Fiercely.

It is said that the stone platform is actually just a black boulder embedded in the cliff wall protruding halfway. The long, bitter wind whizzed from top to bottom.

——Behind the mysterious iron gate is a majestic underground world that is frightening.

This is an astonishingly large space. The ground vein tears a large vertical hole here, and the deep black rock layer splits and extends downward like a knife, as if it has cracked to the depth of the ground vein. The river water burst out from the cracks in this vein, and violently hit the deep black cliff with the momentum of destroying everything, breaking into thousands of splashes, making a rumbling sound. Perhaps because it was too dark, the river under the cliff was faintly black.

Someone reformed the cracks in this ground vein and built it into a natural...prison.

Yes, it's a prison.

In the vast underground, thousands of pure black iron chains criss-cross the entire space, like a giant net spreading everywhere from top to bottom—if Hezhou Qinjiu were here, he would find those iron chains. Suo was no different from the sparse friendship that day Baili used to restrain the misty birds.

In the center of the net made up of iron locks fell a lonely strange rock like the head of the Chongling Mountain-it was not so much a stone, it was an isolated island. Under the vertical Qianren cliff, the black water rolled back and forth, precisely because they flowed around the isolated island.

It's like...

The black dragon hovered to guard the unforgivable sinner.

"It's magnificent."

Ye Qiusheng sighed softly.

Standing on such a boundless cliff, standing in the cold wind, watching the huge chain that runs through the sky like a dragon, the roar of the underground river is in my ears, the kind left behind In the time of history, the majestic and majestic rushed forward, and the sense of insignificance of oneself spontaneously emerged.

Bai Li Shu didn't speak.

He walked a few steps forward, looking down from the cliff. The island surrounded by black water seemed to be lifted up by water and floated in the air, and it seemed to be suspended by a chain. It fell heavily there, letting the black water wash and roll.

——It's like the heart of something.

"The land collapsed and the mountain destroyed the heroes to death, and then the ladder stone stacks were linked together."

Ye Qiusheng started to read the famous poems that have been passed down through the ages. He walked forward step by step, and walked straight to the left of the stone platform before stopping. The sleeves of his generous Confucian clothing robe flew like a crane.

On the left side of the stone platform, a narrow plank road was opened up artificially, hovering and extending into the darkness on the cliff wall.

"The Tianti Stone Stack was indeed linked, the ground collapsed and the mountain collapsed, but the strong man died so that he could not even leave his real name!" Ye Qiusheng looked blankly at his face, seemingly indifferent. Li Shu.

"Lingxing God! Shit secular gods! Shit mortals know the state!"

Ye Qiusheng's voice suddenly rose, sharp as a knife.

"That is my elder too!"

——That is my elder too!

Ye Qiusheng's voice broke through the roaring wind, with an explosion of resentment after suppression.

His voice was so angry, this anger was not directed at Baili Shu, but at... directed at other, larger things.

——The Chief Shen has no idea about this Lingxing Temple.

Is it just that the person surnamed Shen knows something? Almost the entire world of immortality knows everything.

"There is a stele in front of the shrine, saying: Yan Zhen, a native of southern county. In the sixth year of Jingyuan, he served as the head of the state. Yanmen county is the stubborn land of the state. It's hard work. Yan Xing repaired water conservancy, worked with his own hands, worked hard, for more than 30 years, and died in his post. The people felt his favor, and he built a temple to worship him and became a spiritual star..."

Ye Qiusheng at this time became like a real scholar again, chanting the inscription on the stone tablet in front of Lingxing Temple without missing a word. Only this time, the people standing in front of him were not the people who had headaches and irritations when they heard him "drop the pencil case" in the past.

Bai Lishu stood silently, listening quietly, his robe as white as snow.

"His last name is Kong, but his single name is An."

Ye Qiusheng faced Bailishu, uttering all the names that had long been forgotten by the immortal world.

Kong An.

Hundreds of years ago, the genius of Taishangzong. He is also the youngest elder in Taishangzong's history. But soon after he became an elder, he faded out of people's sight, and there was no news from then on.

On a day when Taishangzong was always in the snow, the young elder changed his Taoist robe, put on the robes of secular Confucian scholars, and changed his name to the Chen Dynasty. He changed from a superb elder to a secular official who loved the people like a child.

He built a sealed and hidden cage under the ground in Yanmen County. On every mysterious iron chain that runs across the air, there is a "Taiyilu" written in blood.

The people on the ground work at sunrise and rest at sunset, never knowing that they are actually living on the crater. The young elder burned out his own life and sealed the thing underneath firmly, avoiding a disaster of disastrous life.

Ye Qiusheng faced Bailishu, told the ancient past to the vast underground world, telling a story about a secular **** whose name is no longer known, and his expression is as solemn as he is telling the whole world.

But he himself found it ridiculous.

Kong An, Kong An.

I don't care about the affairs of the world in my life, a hole can calm my white body.

There is a genius who cultivates immortality with such a name. The youngest elder of the Supreme Master finally tried to protect an ancient secret, in order to protect the people of the Li people in the counties and counties of the state, he lost his blood and soul in 30 years, and finally became like Mortals generally die! After his death, he didn't even leave a stone tablet with his real name!

For many years, many people in Yanmen County have bowed their heads in front of the Lingxing Temple. The inscription in front of the Temple is inscribed with one thousandth of merit.

But even the name is wrong.

"He is the elder of my great master." Ye Qiusheng repeated it softly, the light of the torch swaying in the wind shining his face bright and dark, "This is his graveyard, so..."

"Why should I let people who don't know him embark on the path he has made with his own hands?"

Ye Qiusheng seemed to be asking. He stood straight, without a knife in his hand, but the aura on his body was so clear that it made people feel. As long as someone dared to step on this stone step for half a step, he would draw his sword.

Bai Lishu looked at him at each other, and the wind passed between the two, but it couldn't ease the tense atmosphere-the kind of atmosphere where swords will face each other in the next moment.

For a long time.

Bai Lishu lowered his eyes, he put away the long sword that was raised diagonally, and took out another thing. Ye Qiusheng looked at him without a word, and Gu Blade slipped out of his robe sleeves and held it in his hand.

The sound of water.

Not the roar of the underground river below, softly, like an ancient sigh.

"I never drink."

The cold-looking youth in white robes slowly poured the tea in the wine bottle on the stone platform against the wind. The water drops reflected the clear light, just like the sacrificial wine falling during the Qingming Festival.

"Replace wine with tea."

Ye Qiusheng watched silently—the one who was so late for many years, who truly paid tribute to the elders who died silently and silently, is such a simple wine that is temporarily replaced by tea.

But...

At least it was a young elder named Kong Ming An.

"To respect the heroic soul."

Some people cut off Hongchen for the sake of immortality, and some people bow to Hongchen for the sake of this world.

Bai Li Shu Linfeng toasted, and poured the last cup of tea. He threw the wine bottle off the stone platform, and the bronze wine bottle hit the cliff wall, disappearing into the darkness like dust.

"Let's go."

Bai Lishu turned and walked towards Ye Qiusheng who was blocking the plank road.

——The deceased has fallen asleep, and the living still needs to continue to do his unfinished things.

Ye Qiusheng understood what Baili Su hadn't said, so he fixedly looked at the thin white robe youth, and finally turned around in silence.

When he walked up the stone steps and walked a short distance above, Bai Lishu suddenly called him.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qiusheng asked.

"The ladder stone stack, the six dragons return to the sun, the yellow crane must not pass." Bailishu stood on the plank road, holding the rough stone railing with one hand, he seemed to understand something, slowly muttering.

My gaze swept through the mysterious iron chains in the air. The mysterious iron chains across the ground were like volley ladders, and the hovering underground river was guarded by a giant dragon. So...what about the yellow crane?

Bai Lishu raised his head and looked at the darkness above.

Listening to his low voice, Ye Qiusheng also vaguely noticed something unusual.

Bai Lishu didn't say a word. He took out the "Golden Crow" that was an imitation of the ancient divine bow from Najie, and put it on a long arrow with bright oil on the top. The bow shot an arrow, and the long arrow coated with bright oil whizzed up into the sky. When it flew to the top, the whole long arrow burned, and the bright white light swept away, illuminating the darkness at the top.

The whistling sound came after another.

One by one long arrows burned in the air. This was a hundred years ago, when the Jintang Dynasty and the Huangling Dynasty broke out, the craftsmen of the Jintang Dynasty invented it for instant lighting on the battlefield. Bow and arrow. The dark night lurking army of the Huangling Dynasty was exposed to light under the arrow of bright oil.

At this moment, the long arrows used in the wars of the duny dynasties are shot and shot out one by one.

The overhead of their heads was suddenly bright as day.

Seeing what was on top of his head clearly, Ye Qiusheng held his breath subconsciously.

On the top of Yaoyao's head, there are giant bird bones entwined with ancient pythons hung on the traversing iron chains. In the burning, thousands of bones were chilling. No, that's not a skeleton of birds and snakes entangled and hung. Those huge skeletons appeared a grayish-white color, hanging down, and what people thought at first glance as ancient pythons turned out to be their neck bones.

"Yellow cranes must not cross."

Bai Lishu lowered his long bow and looked at the forest of bones in the white light. His voice is also very soft.

Ye Qiusheng lowered his voice: "Are we in the nest of misty birds?"

Hanging above their heads is a solid image of the skeleton of a misty bird that is sealed and sleeping—maybe not a bone, because the misty bird is originally a kind of fleshless thing. It turned out that after the Profound Emperor killed a million misty birds, these creatures that had disappeared for an entire era on the Twelve Dynasty Continent were not extinct. They slept in the dark ground, waiting for the time to wake up.

No wonder no one found them.

Who would have thought that the final resting place of the emperor in the cloud above the sky would be this cold and dull underground?

Bai Li Shu looked up at the huge shadows and did not answer his words.

Since the Emperor Profound Emperor was able to kill millions of misty birds, why did he leave behind and let them sleep in this dark ground?

—is it because of compassion?

Where can there be "compassion" for the person who can kill millions of living beings called the emperor.