Han Xiaoyue broke through the layers of heat waves, and finally felt a trace of coolness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info which means that you are about to reach the bottom of the cliff. However, as we got closer to the bottom of the cliff, the rope reached its end.

"Oh no, the last rope is also gone. In this way, there is no choice but to jump!" Thinking about it, Han Xiaoyue looked at the bottom of the cliff, but she couldn't calculate the height at all. Although he had learned the light skill of 'A Thousand Miles of Change' in the "Sword Hua Benji", he didn't think that this light skill could still cope with such a height. If one of them does not pay attention, they are afraid that they will be buried in the rubble.

In the midst of hesitation, I saw that there seemed to be a predecessor on the cliff who had left a few words. "'If you fall into the abyss, you will eventually escape, and you will not live until you enter the deep sea'. Good handwriting of silk embroidery...... "Han Xiaoyue looked hard at the mottled ink on the cliff wall, presumably it was a person full of poetry and books who arrived here, knowing that he had no way to retreat, but he had no intention of climbing up again, so he left Mobao to cut himself off. Han Xiaoyue didn't want to appreciate the handwriting anymore, he understood that there was always a little fluorescence at the bottom of the cliff that belonged to this person.

"I don't want to be free here. I don't want to fall off the cliff, I don't want to go into the sea, I just want to live!" Thinking of this, Han Xiaoyue decided to use the light technique of a thousand miles to jump to the bottom of the cliff from here.

The moment he let go of his hand, he suddenly kicked two steps upward. Then, with his hands and feet, he ran wildly along the cliff, and his whole body was perpendicular to the cliff and ran on the wall. Due to the continuous decline of his body, Han Xiaoyue balanced himself so that he fell at a uniform speed on the cliff wall, as if a rope was hanging down from the top and pulling his body, so that he would not lose his center of gravity and fall down. In this way, Han Xiaoyue gradually approached the bottom of the cliff with this "wall-walking" skill, and finally jumped down at a suitable height and landed on a large bluestone.

"Go!" Han Xiaoyue shouted, and the entire cliff bottom echoed that shout. Han Xiaoyue landed safely, except for the slight numbness in her legs and soles, there was no other discomfort, but it was better than dying here. Then, he slowly got up and looked at the cliff behind him. The end of the rope was too high to be seen, and the writing on the cliff wall had disappeared into the darkness. Only a little firefly behind him, more active and more dazzling with his arrival.

Han Xiaoyue hurriedly knelt down on her knees and said, "The seniors are above, and the junior Han Xiaoyue is blessed by you, and finally did not die in this mess of stones. Please be bowed by the juniors!" and began to bow down. It can be seen that Han Xiaoyue really cares about these flickering fireflies very much, and he regards these fireflies as his predecessors. It was the people who paved the way for him, so that he could hang from the rope to the bottom of the cliff so that he did not have to die here.

After worshipping, Han Xiaoyue jumped out of the pile of rocks and saw a giant sword that had already been petrified not far in front of her, and the sword body was crawling with vines and mosses. "If there's no water here, how can moss grow?" thought as he approached the "stone sword". When I got closer, I saw that the sword was a man tall and plunged deep into the rocks. The stone next to the blade of the sword was cut and exploded, as if the sword had been inserted into it. It is not known who could lift such a giant sword and plunge it into the rock.

Han Xiaoyue's heart was full of awe, presumably this was done by the owner of the Sword Casting Tomb, so she knelt on the ground again and bowed three times. One worship for the craftsman who created the giant sword, the second worship for the one who inserts the giant sword into the boulder, and the third worship for the giant sword. "If you can see the person who wields this sword in your lifetime, you will die without regrets!" Thinking about it, Han Xiaoyue got up and continued to walk forward.

After the rocks, there is a deep pool. The pool is surrounded by many mosquitoes and seems to be surrounded by a layer of mist. Han Xiaoyue reached out to touch the pool of water, and suddenly a spirit suddenly retracted her hand. "It's a feeling...... This cold water...... The secret room of the Kuzen Temple!" Han Xiaoyue suddenly remembered that she and Li Jingxian were trapped in the secret room of the Kuzen Temple that year, and they had encountered such cold water in a black hole. At that time, a Buddha statue was taken out in the cold water, and a volume of "Jianhua Benji" was hidden in it. The cold water in the sword mound at the moment has something to do with what happened in the Kuzen Temple?

Han Xiaoyue stretched out her hand to stir in the water, and sure enough, a thin layer of frost formed on her hair again, which was no different from the situation in the secret room of the Kuzen Temple back then. This also made Han Xiaoyue even more convinced that the cold water in the Kuzen Temple must have come from here. "Jumping over this deep pool, there should be a thatched house in front of you. Thinking of this, Han Xiaoyue walked on the water surface and cliff like a dragonfly with a light skill of thousands of miles. Touch the water with your toes and walk a section on the cliff face. Then touch the water again, jump up and walk on the cliff wall for a while. After only a few back-and-forths like this, he jumped to the other side of the deep pool.

On the other side of the deep pool, there was a giant stone sword that was very similar to Fang Cai's giant sword stuck in the water. The stone greatsword was light brown all over, as if a mist was rising, and the closer it got, the hotter it became. Han Xiaoyue stepped forward to take a look, this sword was inserted into the waters near the deep pool, and it was still bubbling with small blisters from time to time. "This giant sword actually boiled the cold water around it!" Thinking about it, Han Xiaoyue knelt down and bowed again. He had never seen anything like it before, and he could not explain it to himself for a moment. How was the scorching giant sword inserted into the water, and how could this giant sword boil the cold water around it? Han Xiaoyue didn't know how to answer, so she had to express her admiration by kneeling.

Moving on, there seems to be no way out. There was a heavy fog ahead, as if it was blocked. Han Xiaoyue approached the fog, but found that it was a miserable white in front of her, and she couldn't see any way at all. The only thing I could perceive was that the stones under my feet were very uneven. Han Xiaoyue didn't dare to go deeper, and only took two steps before retreating.

This made him can't help but recall the maze of the bookshelves in the scripture building of the Kuzen Temple, if the uninformed person enters the scripture building and is trapped in the labyrinth of the bookshelves, he will definitely starve to death and will not be able to get out of it. And once you forget the way back, there is no way back.

Han Xiaoyue looked at the fog in front of her, and said secretly in her heart: "If it is a bookshelf, there are still words to prompt." In addition, you can leave an imprint on the bookshelf so that you can leave it at any time. But in this fog, there is no hint, and there is no way to leave traces of walking. There is really no way to advance......" Thinking of this, Han Xiaoyue lowered her head and pondered, and lost her mind for a while.

Before I knew it, it was already bright outside the Sword Casting Village. Long Yan got up early in the morning and saw that Zhu had already lifted the vegetable basket and was ready to go out. After she left, Long Yan followed the direction of the Zhu family's guidance yesterday and came to the cliff of the Sword Casting Mound alone. Looking at the cliff of the black hole, Long Yan walked over with courage.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Long Yan looked down, shrouded in layers of mist, and couldn't help but shudder. "Husband, how are you doing now?" Thinking about it, Long Yan slowly took a step back with tears in her eyes. Then, when she looked back and saw that there was no one else, she shouted loudly to the cliff: "Xiaoyue, where have you been?