East Lake underwater.

Countless bubbles surged upwards. It was the first time for Yang Qiao to experience such a thing, and he couldn't help but be nervous.

He looked around through his goggles.

Ma Xiaoling and Gu Qingmei were not far from him, the overhead light swept under the water, the visibility was only more than ten meters away, and they faintly saw schools of fish swimming by.

Around the three of them, there are also some professional frogmen around, constantly giving sign language instructions and leading them forward.

Yang Qiao came over this time, not without concerns, after all, he participated in it under the guise of "Lu Weijiu", and he went deep underwater, what if at the bottom of the lake, his appearance changed with "human face feng shui" was destroyed and was recognized?

Isn't the peaceful life you want to be broken?

But at this time, he had no choice, if he didn't make a move, Ma Xiaoling and Gu Qingmei would really die. And the curse in your own body may not be solved.

He had to take a risk.

As for what will happen in the future, whether the identity will be exposed, there is no need to care about it at this time.

He glanced around him, in addition to those professional diving frogmen, his teacher Lu Weijiu also swam underwater like himself.

It's just that even under the water, because he is a heroic spirit, he is not restricted at all, and he walks with his hands behind his back, as easily and elegantly as walking in his own back garden.

However, Lu Weijiu's expression at this time was also a little solemn.

In his time, although he had experienced many ups and downs and visited countless ancient tombs, there had never been one as dangerous as Yang Qiao.

Now, as a master, he can only accompany Yang Qiao, a disciple, to go through this experience together. He didn't expect what he was about to face.

The crowd swam more than 300 meters underwater.

Yang Qiao is usually healthy and has good physical strength, but now he is only slightly panting, but Ma Xiaoling and Gu Qingmei are completely unbearable, if it weren't for those frogmen with them, they might have already lost their physical strength and sank to the bottom of the deeper lake.

The cursed chrome mark not only damaged their spirit and vitality, but also caused great damage to their bodies.

Finally, the frogman in front of him turned his head and made a gesture of "arrived" under the light above his head.

This place, in fact, Lin Xi had already sent someone to check it two days ago, and there was indeed a cave entrance, but there was also a profound prohibition, and ordinary people couldn't enter it at all.

The frogmen could only compare the patterns and roughly identify this place.

Now, including Ma Xiaoling and Gu Qingmei, everyone looked at Yang Qiao, this "deer master", was their only hope.

Yang Qiao nodded and made a "wait" gesture at them.

He swam ahead and observed for a moment.

There was a dark hole in front of me, but when I reached over, I didn't feel the real thing. Yang Qiao glanced at Lu Weijiu, who whispered a few words to him.

Yang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The teacher's words confirmed his guess, here, it looks like a hole, but in fact, it is just an illusion caused by someone using feng shui secret techniques to move the universe, and the real hole is elsewhere.

A small phantom array, it was still difficult for him.

The eye of heaven is opened, and everything is real, and nothing is missing.

After silently calculating for a moment in his heart, Yang Qiao made a gesture to Ma Xiaoling and Gu Qingmei, and the two swam over with the help of the frogman and stretched out their hands to shake him.

Under the leadership of Yang Qiao, the three of them turned left together, and after a while, they moved forward again, and then turned right. Under the incomprehensible gaze of the frogmen behind them, the three of them "disappeared" abruptly.

Ahead, there is a large curtain of water, and the body swims forward, as if passing through one water film bubble after another.

I don't know how long I swam, but just when Yang Qiao, Ma Xiaoling, and Gu Qingmei's physical strength was about to be overdrawn, I suddenly felt a lightness in my body.

Crash~

There was a sound of water, and the three of them emerged from a pool.

Everyone reluctantly climbed ashore with their hands and feet, and after taking off their diving helmets, they gasped for breath.

In a short period of time underwater, physical strength and spirit are on the verge of collapse.

Yang Qiao recovered a little faster than Ma Xiaoling. He turned off the oxygen device, turned his head around, and found that the location he was in now looked like a stalactite cave, and the space was huge.

The top of the head is hung upside down with bamboo shoot-like stalactites.

Along the pond, there is a winding stone path that leads somewhere.

Yang Qiao slowly looked around with the eye of heaven, determined the direction, discussed it with the teacher Lu Weijiu again, turned to Ma Xiaoling and said, "There should be no mechanism here, Xiaoling, are you better with Qingmei?"

"I'm fine, she doesn't know. Ma Xiaoling took a breath and turned his head to glance at Gu Qingmei. She still remembered the last time Gu Qingmei looked down on herself.

The woman's mind is not guessed by the man, and by this time, the two girls still have a bit of a different taste.

Gu glanced at her lightly, and smiled at Yang Qiao: "I'm okay, let's go over and take a look now." ”

"Good. Yang Qiao stood up, went over and pulled them up, and the three of them walked along the stone road together, wanting to explore this place and see what kind of situation Zhang Dingbian left behind for future generations more than 600 years ago.

Not long after Yang Qiao and the three of them walked by, there was a slight vibration on the top of the grotto, and countless stalactites fell one after another, nailing a strange pattern on the ground.

The front was dim, and Yang Qiao unscrewed the bright flashlight in his hand to illuminate the road ahead.

Ma Xiaoling took out a candle and lit it: "This is what the Jingxu Daoist told me, saying that by lighting a candle below here, you can know the situation of the air in advance, so as not to be unable to react." ”

Gu Qingmei glanced at her beside her, turned her head away, staring at the craggy and damp stone wall next to her, and didn't know whether she was disdainful of Ma Xiaoling's practice or studied the environment here.

The three of them walked forward for a few minutes, and Yang Qiao spoke: "Stop." ”

In front of them was a stone gate, and the left and right sides of the stone gate were carved with two lines of words with extremely masculine pen power.

--Affection and kindness, don't enter this door!

What does that mean?

Yang Qiao couldn't help but be stunned.

He glanced back at Lu Weijiu, the great feng shui master of the Eastern Jin Dynasty with his hands behind his back and shook his head slightly.

He glanced at Ma Xiaoling again.

Gu Qingmei also stared at Ma Xiaoling like him, this was left by Zhang Dingbian, the predecessor of the Sword Sect, is there any foreshadowing and deep meaning in this pair of words?

Ma Xiaoling swallowed his saliva, and faintly smelled a trace of ruthless killing from the lettering that seemed to be a couplet. She shook her head a little blankly, although she was a Sword Sect, she had never heard of this.

According to the records in the door, Patriarch Zhang Dingbian was not a cruel and murderous person.

On the contrary, this patriarch is extremely righteous and is a rare upright person in the world.

Seeing that there was no result, Yang Qiao turned his gaze back to the stone gate and stared at the figure on it.

There are faint engravings on the stone gate, like a star map in the sky. After thinking for a while, Yang Qiao reached out and tapped a few dots on the stone door.

"On the door is the Big Dipper chart, there are six stars on it, only the light is missing, if I press here, it should be ......"

As he spoke, there was a rolling sound on the inner wall behind the door, and the heavy stone door slowly opened.

A damp and musty smell came to my face, like opening the door of the refrigerator and smelling the ** moldy food.

Accompanied by the smell of **, there was also a puff of smoke and dust, Yang Qiao bore the brunt of it, and was choked and coughed repeatedly, Ma Xiaoling and Gu Qingmei also hurriedly covered their mouths and noses, and waved their hands to disperse the flying dust.

After a while, Yang Qiao got used to the taste, frowned, and walked in with Ma Xiaoling.

For more than 600 years, the smell here is really terrible.

However, after walking into the stone gate, the feeling is different.

Ever-bright lamps are hung on all four walls here, and after more than 600 years, the oil lamps are still as bright as ever. Under the light, everything in the cave is clearly outlined.

Here, it is like a cave where immortals live in seclusion.

There are stone chairs, stone beds, ponds, and strange stone carvings. What caught Yang Qiao's attention the most was that on the stone table next to the stone bed, there was a stack of things like books stacked high.

Ma Xiaoling exclaimed slightly and stepped forward. But when her hand was about to touch the books, I don't know if the wind blew from the movement of her hand, and everything on the table turned into ashes and vanished.

"This ......"

"For more than 600 years, they have all been corrupted. Yang Qiao went up to take a look, and then turned his gaze in another direction.

Under the eyes of the sky, all secrets cannot be hidden. Behind the stone wall to the right of the stone bed, there is another secret.

Gu Qingmei also seemed to be aware of it, and looked up in that direction: "Where is the ......?"

Yang Qiao was about to say something when he suddenly heard a voice in his ears. The voice was strange and indescribable, like an old man murmuring in his ear in a hoarse voice.

But when Yang Qiao tried to hear it clearly, the voice gradually faded away, as if it had never appeared.

Ma Xiaoling also came back to his senses at this moment, and let out a soft cry from his mouth: "Zhaobi!"

Shine on the wall?

Yang Qiao's eyes froze.

Lu Weijiu beside him also burst into light in his eyes at the same time.

A shadow gradually emerged on the originally empty stone wall. It was the figure of an ancient man holding a long sword.

It seems that thousands of years ago, there was a peerless master who practiced swordsmanship here, and finally his shadow was imprinted by this stone wall, and it will not be erased for thousands of years.

Where the tip of the sword pointed, the stone wall slowly cracked, revealing the cave inside.

There are two words carved in stone --

Sword Room!

Sword room?

As the master of the Sword Sect, will Zhang Dingbian leave a way to crack the curse secret technique in this sword room?

Yang Qiao, Ma Xiaoling, and Gu Qingmei glanced at each other, and they found that each other's breathing was a little short. Everyone nodded, said no more, and walked towards the sword room.

As soon as he walked to the door, he suddenly heard a clear whistle in his ears.

Airplanes~!

At the same time, the red short sword that Ma Xiaoling was holding tightly in his right hand suddenly jumped out of half an inch and almost came out of its sheath.

A dazzling light pierced everyone's eyes at the same time.

After a long time, the light faded.

Yang Qiao, who was slightly sweating on his forehead, opened his eyes and found that there were countless swords hanging in the sword room, and what he heard in his ears just now was the sound of a sword groan.

Excalibur has a spirit!

Yang Qiao was not a disciple of the Sword Sect, and the impact was not too great, but Ma Xiaoling was shocked at a glance. She walked into the sword room in a hurry, and saw the swords hanging on the stone wall, muttering to herself with a look of obsession.

"It's ...... The sword photo of the seventeenth patriarch, this is ...... The Nineteenth Patriarch's Saber Splits the Sky...... The sword of the thirtieth generation patriarch shook the light, and the sword left by the thirty-sixth generation of Dingbian patriarch...... Seal the Dragon!"

Seal the Dragon?

Yang Qiao's ears moved, catching the sensitive words.

Why is Zhang Dingbian's sword called Fenglong?

Is there a secret story in this?

Gu Qingmei frowned slightly on the side, and said in a voice that Yang Qiao could hear: "Master Lu, you don't know about the Sword Sect, since the thirty-sixth generation patriarch Zhang Dingbian, the Sword Sect has been changed, and many secret techniques and classics have been lost. In fact, what has been lost is not only the secret art, but also the most important divine sword of the Sword Sect, the swords of these ancestors of the past generations all contain the sword intent of the ancestors of the Sword Sect during their lifetimes, which is the most valuable wealth of the Sword Sect. The loss of these sword intents caused the decline of the current Sword Sect. ”

Ma Xiaoling came back to his senses and glared at Gu Qingmei fiercely like a fighting: "You are just down!