Chinese Under the gaze of Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban, the mysterious man put the stone slab on the incision on the big stone of the sword platform.

Meticulously detailed, just right, you can tell at a glance that this slate was cut from here.

The mysterious man put it away and took a few looks.

He muttered again: "Everything will go with the wind, even memory." ”

He suddenly rose in height and jumped onto the sword platform. Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban saw it very clearly, when the mysterious man jumped up, he didn't bend his knees, but just relied on the strength of his toes.

The sword platform is more than two meters high, even if it is Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban, it is impossible to jump on it only by relying on the strength of their toes, even if it is ordered by Li Weiqiu, it may not work. And ordinary people, relying only on their toes, may not be able to do it three centimeters above the ground.

Such a jump requires not only strength, but also unparalleled skill.

The mysterious man bears both hands, looks around, and is silent for a long time.

Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban didn't dare to jump on the stage, he looked at the stone slab that the mysterious man had placed.

On the stone slab, there were words, and they were also vigorous and uninhibited, and the handwriting was exactly the same as the lines they had just seen.

Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban glanced at each other, both in their hearts, and read the words on the slate.

"Three days later, my brother Tang Feng came. I, Youyou, Sister Yue'er, Tang Feng, the Four, there are no regrets in life, you can sing. ”

The two looked at each other again, and both saw each other's horror.

The three people in front, the person who wrote, Youyou, and that sister Yue'er, who the hell are Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban are absolutely confused and dazed, and they don't know each other at all.

But the fourth, Tang Feng, they know.

Tang Feng, maybe not surnamed Tang, surnamed Zhao.

Zhao Tangfeng.

Their ancestor, the mysterious person in front of him, is called Zhao Tangfeng.

This slate has been kept by their ancestors, and the Tang style written on the bright stone slab is the ancestor himself.

As for the chic and uninhibited handwriting in front of them, they had seen them once or twice in other places, but they didn't know who the person who wrote them was. Of course, the number of times they saw Hua Ji was not as much, but even Hua Ji didn't know who the nameless big brother was.

Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban couldn't have imagined that this nameless writer was actually related to the ancestor.

They all looked up at the ancestor on the stage, hoping to give some explanation. These words were obviously written when their ancestors were young, and they must have been before the age of thirty.

After all, only young people have the time and mood to travel, make friends, and enjoy the scenery. There is no time in middle age, and there is no mood in old age.

Ancestor Zhao Tangfeng seemed to have stood enough on the sword platform, and with a shake of his figure, he returned to the ground. His face, with a black iron mask, still couldn't see his emotions.

"Let's go. Zhao Tangfeng said lightly. He didn't explain the origin of these handwritings, and Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban naturally didn't dare to ask.

Zhao Tangfeng was still in the first place, and he seemed to have forgotten to take the slate.

Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban, who were behind, glanced at each other, their eyes were full of doubts, and they were struggling with whether to remind Zhao Tangfeng.

Before they could come up with an idea, they heard two bangs.

The slate shattered into powder, and the original lines of handwriting, the stone was also shattered like sand, leaving a pit more than four fingers deep.

On the big stone of the sword platform, there is no more handwriting.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban were taken aback. Only then did they understand that the ancestor did not forget, but did not want to stay.

The Ancestor seemed to be cutting off the past.

To cut off, not to forget, not to read. If we don't think about the past, we can not be afraid of the future.

Zhao Tangfeng was in front, walking slowly and resolutely, with no intention of turning back.

Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban hurriedly followed the ancestor, and the waists of the two of them were even more powerful, and they seemed to be walking against the wind. But in this valley of death, there is almost no wind. Only they knew that they were expressing their awe for their ancestors.

The three of them walked for a while, and the ancestor in front of them suddenly spoke.

"Huh. Found a way to dodge?" Zhao Tangfeng looked at the footprints on the ground.

When Hua Ji and the others found that they could dodge the thunder and lightning, they no longer walked in a straight line, but like Zhao Tangfeng, they kept turning, but the overall direction was still to the depths of the Valley of Death.

Before reaching the big stones, take their route, which is almost straight.

Zhao Tangfeng suddenly stood still, meaning inexplicably to the two people behind him: "Guess, who of the four of them found a way to avoid thunder and lightning?"

Zhao Yueban thought for a moment and said, "It must be Yan Crazy Knife." He has the highest level of martial arts, and his reflexes and sensitivity are the strongest. ”

Zhao Heimu also thought about it for a while, since the ancestor asked, it should not be the strongest Yan Crazy Knife, but someone else.

Zhao Heimu said: "I don't think it's Yan Crazy Knife. The remaining three have their own characteristics, all of which are possible. ”

Zhao Tangfeng seemed to be very interested in Zhao Heimu's golden oil answer, and said with a smile: "Their respective characteristics?." ”

Zhao Heimu said: "Jiang Suxi is sensitive and cautious, which is helpful for discovering details, and although Chu Sangsang is loud, she has many insects, which is helpful for the induction of thunder and lightning." As for Hanaji, although he has the lowest level of martial arts, I always feel that he can surprise people and make people puzzled. ”

Zhao Tangfeng nodded: "Yours makes sense." ”

Zhao Heimu boldly asked, "Ancestor, who do you think it is?"

Zhao Tangfeng said: "It's Huaji." ”

Zhao Heimu and Zhao Yueban were puzzled: "Why?"

Zhao Tangfeng smiled: "Because Hua Ji will know the Jiang family's Wan Ye Fei." And if they can come here in a straight line, they must have done protection, and only Wan Yefei can stick to this point, otherwise they can use their true qi to make several lightning rods around, even if it is Yan Crazy Knife, they can't hold out for so long. ”

Zhao Heimu bowed and saluted: "Old Ancestor is a great talent." ”

Zhao Tangfeng shook his head: "It's not a big deal." "Because he's seen that someone once used Wanye Fei to sense thunder and lightning, and then taught it to a few others.

There was a little more nostalgia in his tone. Then he found out about this, and couldn't help but smile, more than a hundred years is enough to let anything seep into his bones. It doesn't seem so easy to cut off the past.

Then he continued to walk, sometimes on the same route as the one in front of him, and sometimes on a different path.

The geomagnetism and thunder and lightning in the Valley of Death are constantly changing, and a path that could have been walked a while may not be able to continue now.

The speed of Zhao Tangfeng, the ancestor of the Zhao family, is not fast, his speed is not able to catch up with Hua Ji and the others in front of him, but he doesn't seem to be in a hurry.

Because Hua Jiyan is crazy about them, if they want to search, they will eventually stop.

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Hua Ji, Yan Crazy Dao, Jiang Suxi, and Chu Sangsang walked fifty miles along the river after leaving the big stone of Jiantai.

The river doesn't look very crooked, and basically flows along the middle of the Valley of Death. The river is not deep and very clear.

In some places, it is very wide, hundreds of meters wide.

In some places, it is very narrow, only three or five meters. Basically, where the river is wide, it is very shallow, and where the river is narrow, it is relatively deep.

At the bottom of the river, there are white, gray or cyan cobblestones, which look beautiful, and fish swim and play on them.

After they had crossed a tall field of barren grass, they suddenly saw a mountain bag, in the middle of the river.

The mountain bag is not too much, the radius can be more than 1,000 meters, there are trees on it, and more are withered yellow wild grass.

It is not an island, as the river seems to have split into two narrow ones, bypassing the mountain pack, and then merging into one.

Because the river is too narrow, the mountain bag is only two or three meters away from the land outside the river, and the narrowest place is only two or three meters, and they can easily jump over it.

Yan Maddao looked at the mountain bag and said, "Go and have a look." ”

They walked to the bank of the river opposite the mountain bag and found that the grass nearby was burned to blackened ash. But there is not the slightest trace of the mountain bag surrounded by the river.

They found a narrow spot and jumped over it.

They took a few steps and were shocked. They found many species of wild beasts, antelopes, hares, roe deer, and the apical predator, the leopard.

There were no signs of lightning burning.

Elsewhere in the Valley of Death, there is black ash left over from the fire, but here, there is none.

They continued to walk up the hill, and halfway up the mountain, they saw a cave.

Above the entrance of the cave, there are three seal characters. It's still the handwriting of the nameless big brother.

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