"Messenger!?"

Hengkong was shocked: "The transmission talisman is rumored to be in ancient times, and it will be recorded." Since the Xiqi War, Shang destroyed Zhou Xing, the ancient immortals disappeared, and the transmission talisman is not in the present world, this transmission talisman is not in the ancient period......"

"Antiquity?"

Although there is the inheritance of the "Huang Ting Sutra", all you get is the production of talismans, Dao spells or cultivation. Zhang Daoran really didn't know much about the cultivators in ancient times. Hearing Hengkong's surprise, Zhang Daoran wondered: "Could it be that this talisman is inherited from ancient times? It's just the formation of the Beisi Lake, and it's only been a few hundred years." ”

Hengkong's face was shocked: "Fellow Daoist, this is good news. If this transmission talisman is not a legacy of ancient times, we may have a chance to find the secret realm of cultivation!"

Cultivating the Secret Realm!

It is rumored that there are three mountains and five mountains, and in the sky above Kunlun, there is a secret realm of cultivation. As for the truth or falsehood, although it has not been confirmed, since there is a legend, there must be a basis.

"Poor Dao is a little worried......" After being shocked, a trace of worry flashed on Zhang Daoran's face: "This transmission talisman does not say whether it is a legacy of ancient times, who is the person left behind, and what is the message to be transmitted, now Poor Dao and Daoist friends don't know at all." And this talisman was found in the place where the poor path cultivated, regardless of whether the message conveyed by the talisman is good or bad, it will definitely have an impact on the poor path, on the Taoist friends, and even on the entire earth cultivators, but for the time being, I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse. ”

The excitement in his heart dissipated, and there was some worry in Hengkong's eyes: "If the messenger is delivering bad news, Poor Dao is a sinner." ”

Zhang Daoran looked at the lake in front of him, his face was cloudy. It is a good thing that the existence of the Cultivation Secret Realm exists, if the Cultivation Secret Realm is because of this transmission talisman, so that the earth of the original end of the Dharma will be re-looked at by the forgotten place of cultivation, it will be really unpredictable.

"It's too early to say anything, now we have to find out how Dalong found this messenger!"

Zhang Daoran and Hengkong stood on the fishing boat, silent for an instant, each thinking about their thoughts.

"Whoa......

Not long after, the old carp was the first to surface, with a mouth open, and a fist-sized night pearl fell on the boat. Zhang Daoran and Hengkong hurriedly picked it up, this was a night pearl of rare size, but there was nothing on it.

Zhang Daoran suddenly stepped out and stepped on the surface of the lake: "Old carp, take the poor road to the place where you find this kind of bead......

sank into the water, blinked and disappeared, Hengkong's eyes widened: "Can Zhang Daoyou escape from the water, step on the water without sinking?"

Hengkong on the boat was still surprised, Zhang Daoran and the old carp had already swam several miles away. At the bottom of a lake twenty or thirty meters deep, the figure of the great dragon was found. The dragon was circling around a sheathed sword, as if trying to find a way to bring it out of the water.

Zhang Daoran didn't look at the long sword, there was a tombstone at the bottom of the lake, and there was a washed and leveled grave behind the tombstone. A jade-colored skeleton lay quietly behind a tombstone. I don't know how many years, the flesh has been corrupted, and the white bones have become fossils, and they are still very intact.

Zhang Daoran took the lead in looking at the tombstone, there was a lot of handwriting on the tombstone, Zhang Daoran had never seen this kind of handwriting, and after looking at it carefully, he found that he didn't know a word. Slightly hesitating, Zhang Daoran put the tombstone into the gray space.

Looking at the sword, the scabbard was made of an unknown material, and it was inlaid with various gems that sparkled. Zhang Daoran pulled out the long sword, and a cold air entered his body, Zhang Daoran couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly put the long sword back into the sheath, and Zhang Daoran put the long sword into the gray space.

"I'm afraid this long sword has a lot of origin!"

The long sword was unsheathed, soaked in water for an unknown number of years, and it was still as smooth as a mirror, and the cold was pressing. The scabbard is soaked in water, and it is still very bright. The sword body is out of the sheath and cold, and there is no wind to move, and the sword is self-resonant. In thousands of years of Chinese history, there are very few such swords.

After looking carefully, Zhang Daoran found a few bamboo slips. The bamboo slips are almost the same as on the earth, but they are soaked in water for so long without any damage, and I don't know what kind of material they are. When I opened it and looked at it, it had the same font as on the tombstone, so Zhang Daoran had no choice but to put these bamboo slips into the gray space.

In addition, there was no other discovery here, Zhang Daoran was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of this white bone out of the corner of his eye, frowned and sighed: "Anyway, it is also a senior master, the tomb should have been built on land at the beginning, and the Beisi Lake was formed, so it was washed out in vain." Let you be buried in the ground. ”

How a hero was in life, and still a pile of dry bones after death.

"I don't know if this dry bone was a cultivator when he was alive. ”

You will not live forever, but you will die. This dry bone may have been powerful before it was born, but it was still at the bottom of the lake after death.

As soon as his mind moved, a deep pit appeared at the bottom of the lake. Zhang Daoran discerned the direction in the water, and finally let the bone pillow face north facing south: "Poor Dao will not look for a feng shui treasure for you." At first, the people who buried you here, perhaps the people who buried you, already knew that this place would be submerged, and you were buried in the water to have a source of blessing, and now they still bury you in the water. ”

After Zhang Daoran buried the bones, he said: "Your tombstone, Poor Dao will borrow it for the time being, wait until you translate what the words on the tombstone are, figure out your identity, and then Poor Dao will set up the tombstone here for you." ”

I looked for it again, or in the myth, the space ring that existed, or the space magic weapon was not found. Zhang Daoran smiled bitterly: "The world is imaginary, the mythical world is just a legend, and the space treasures may not exist." ”

With the old carp and the big dragon, Zhang Daoran swam to the small fishing boat. Zhang Daoran's speed in the water is about the same as that on land, as a creature in the water, the old carp has some difficulty following Zhang Daoran, and the big dragon is directly left behind.

Until the side of the boat, Zhang Daoran slowly surfaced, because now Zhang Daoran is perfect in practice, and his robe is not wet. As soon as he surfaced, Hengkong discovered Zhang Daoran.

"Fellow Daoist!"

In Hengkong's surprised gaze, Zhang Daoran stepped on the water, and walked to the fishing boat without a drop of water on his feet.

"Did you find anything?"

Seeing Zhang Daoran's empty hands, Hengkong had a touch of disappointment in his eyes: "Maybe the messenger is just a coincidence......

Zhang Daoran's mind moved, and the tombstone appeared on the small fishing boat, and the fishing boat sank and shook. Hengkong was startled and almost didn't stand firm.

"Fellow Daoist, there is a lonely grave at the bottom of the lake, and this tombstone is the identity of the owner of the lonely grave. It's just the font on the tombstone, which Poor Dao has never seen. As he spoke, Zhang Daoran took out the bamboo slips and put them on the boat, and took out the long sword: "The lonely grave at the bottom of the lake, washed by the water for a long time, has been destroyed. Poor Dao got these things there, and Daoist friends have a teacher's inheritance, so let's look at these bamboo slips and tombstones. ”

Without bothering with the magic power that Zhang Daoran used just now, Hengkong first looked at the tombstone, then at the bamboo slips, and shook his head: "Poor Dao has never seen this kind of font......"

Zhang Daoran put away the tombstone and bamboo slip sword: "It seems that we need to find out what this font is, maybe in the era of the end of the law, the secret of the gods is here." ”

Hengkong didn't seem to hear it, frowning, as if thinking about the problem.

did not disturb Hengkong, Zhang Daoran waited with peace of mind.

A few minutes passed, and Hengkong said with some uncertainty: "I haven't seen the font Poor Dao, but the records of the Poor Dao Master's inheritance may be able to know what kind of font this is." ”

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