The secret room was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything when I couldn't reach out. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the darkness, the thin Murong Jie, like a weak corpse crawling out of the tomb, was dying and lifeless.

The blurred vision brought him fear that he had never felt before, and the unsettling silence made his heart frightened for no reason.

The creepy and strange feeling, like a lingering mist, and like a hideous and ferocious python, wrapped him tightly and made it impossible for him to break free.

Anxiety and panic grabbed him by the throat and left him breathless.

He wanted to cry for help, but he couldn't make a sound, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't shed tears, he was just a child after all, how could he be indifferent to the darkness in front of him.

However, in the darkness that made people's hearts palpitate, there was an indescribable mysterious power that deeply attracted Murong Jie's heart.

This power came from nowhere, but it was able to refresh people's hearts and penetrate into Murong Jie's blood.

When the uneasiness and fear swelled in his heart for no reason, this power also swelled rapidly in his body at the same time, instantly spreading to every nerve in his body.

The mysterious power drove Murong Jie to walk forward.

He walked through the narrow and dim secret passage, and suddenly there was an inexplicable light in front of him, and before he knew it, a hand-carved secret room, out of nowhere, seemed to appear in front of Murong Jie's eyes.

The desolate white light illuminated the stone walls of the secret room, and on the four walls of the secret room, eight huge humanoid images were carved, and a few lines of complicated and strange words were also engraved. Bai Plating means that hey, the eye brother closes the mouth and heart chapter

Murong Jie has learned a few words to some extent, but unfortunately he doesn't even know any of the words engraved on the stone wall.

Although Murong Jie couldn't understand what the eight lifelike portraits on the stone wall meant to convey, judging from the number of these characters alone, he immediately thought of the "Eight Methods of Spring and Autumn".

Murong Jie was overjoyed in his heart, if it was really the key to the "Eight Methods of Spring and Autumn", then he must study and practice hard.

As long as you learn the "Eight Laws of Spring and Autumn", you can become a big man like your father. Since then, it has been famous all over the world, and it will be powerful in the future.

Murong Jie was fascinated by the eight huge portraits, which had some magical power, and they could make people fascinated by them, completely forgetting the things around them.

After taking a closer look, Murong Jie was very sure that these eight huge humanoid images were not the "Eight Methods of Spring and Autumn" of the Murong family, because in these portraits, not even half a knife appeared.

The image on the stone wall seems to be more like some kind of meridian map.

Murong Jie had never studied the meridian acupoints of the human body, so of course he couldn't understand what was drawn on the map.

The so-called "literary and martial arts cultivation" is the foundation of cultivation.

Murong Jie, who has no experience at all, can be regarded as a "blunt" who is not proficient in civil and military affairs, and in today's words, he is an out-and-out waste wood.

Waste wood naturally doesn't know what the eight veins of the Qi Jing are.

However, after all, the Loulan Mansion is a family of martial arts cultivators, and it is inevitable that he will be exposed to it on weekdays, which makes Murong Jie more or less heard of it.

Under the teachings of the nurse Shen, he at least knew that martial cultivators had meridians and veins.

Murong Jie, who is speechless, is not a fool who doesn't know anything, on the contrary, because he can't speak, his memory of things is often more acute than ordinary people, and people always lose the East Corner Harvest.

At a young age, Murong Jie, with his extraordinary memory, has been a very smart child since he was a child.

It's just that because he can't clearly express his will through words, he seems a little talented and stupid.

Seeing that this was a pattern of tendons and veins, rather than the family heirloom "Spring and Autumn Eight Methods", Murong Jie was still overjoyed, and the more he looked at it, the more he was engrossed, and soon entered the realm of forgetting things and me.

Murong Jie really wanted to learn martial arts, just like all children, but his father refused to give him anything.

The more he is not allowed to learn, the more he wants to learn. It seems that everyone is like this, the more they are not allowed to do something, the more they want to do it.

Murong Jie, who thought that he had met the essence of martial arts by chance, was so excited in his heart that he was really excited.

He immediately followed the tendon movement of the first of the eight figures, and tentatively tried his luck.

He really hoped that it wouldn't be long before he could become a master of his skills like his father and brothers.

Murong Jie just started to try his luck, and suddenly felt sour water in his stomach, tears and snot came uninvited, the blood veins in his whole body were boiling, his limbs were numb and unbearable, and his confinement and convulsions followed, as if the whole person was like having epilepsy.

Murong Jie immediately stopped his luck, he felt that if he continued like this, not only would he not be able to practice peerless divine skills, but he would put his own life on the line, he didn't want to die in this dark ghost place.

It was only a few seconds, but it made Murong Jie feel powerless, the world was spinning, and he was dizzy.

He sat down limply on the ground, rested for a long time, and only recovered slightly, but he still felt tired and weak.

Murong Jie couldn't understand why he would make himself prostrate and powerless according to these graphic luck, and even almost died violently.

Murong Jie thought about it, as if he had an understanding.

The most important thing in meditation and practice is to calm the mind and calm the mind, and the word "quiet" is the first to bear the brunt.

On weekdays, when my father practiced, he never let anyone disturb him. That's not because I'm afraid of others and stealing my own mastery, but it's for this one "quiet" word.

Just after seeing these figures, my heart was filled with indescribable excitement, my blood was boiling, and my heart was surging.

Fortunately, he stopped immediately, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, Murong Jie really admired himself for being so smart.

Many people who practice qi and cultivate truth, because they are in a hurry to achieve success when cultivating, and finally go mad, whether it is their father or sister-in-law Shen, they have told Murong Jie a lot.

Murong Jie didn't want to let himself go crazy before he became famous in the world.

In order to calm himself down, Murong Jie sat cross-legged and took deep breaths one after another, and after repeating it many times, Murong Jie gradually felt that his mind was no longer so wild.

It wasn't until he still had his breath, no different from a dead person, that Murong Jie recognized himself and finally adjusted his breathing.

So he tried again, according to the first figure of the tendon trend of luck slowly, according to the figure show, the qi from the Changqiang acupoint, along the spine, in the Fengfu acupoint, as for the Baihui acupoint, and in the gingival acupoint.

Murong Jie didn't have a foundation for refining qi, and he couldn't understand the words engraved on Shibi Mountain, so he could only draw a scoop based on a gourd, but he didn't know the mystery and mystery at all.

After several rounds of repeated qi, Murong Jie suddenly felt a slight heat in his lower abdomen, but it was not as unbearable as before.

With the gradual smoothing of his qi, Murong Jie felt a sense of happiness, as if he was in a dream of birds singing and flowers.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Jie felt a burst of heat on the soles of his feet, as if they were burned by fire.

At this moment, he has entered the realm of forgetting things and me, and he can't feel the changes that have happened to him, even if there are thousands of ants constantly drilling into his body, he can't even notice it, and he still doesn't think so.

Murong Jie was alone for three days and three nights, and he not only forgot the secret room where he was moving, forgot his own situation, but also forgot the time that was constantly passing.

It wasn't until Murong Jie felt his mouth dry and wanted to find some water to quench his thirst that he stopped his luck.

He got up from the cold ground, his whole body indescribably free, with a kind of fluttering wings on his shoulders.

Murong Jie looked around, the dim secret room was bigger than his own Ming Hall.

But there seems to be nothing in the secret room except for these eight huge murals.

Murong Jie couldn't help but feel sad secretly, there was nothing to eat or drink in this secret room, and he should have brought some dry food in.

But I didn't know in advance that my father would inexplicably lock himself up in this dark place.

His father's behavior has always been domineering and stubborn, and Murong Jie is used to watching it, so there is nothing to complain about, but fortunately, it is the blessing of the ancestors and the ancestors, so that he can meet the world's miracles here.

The problem is that he is trapped here now, and he can't find a way out at all, but he is afraid that he will become a starving ghost alive before he has achieved his divine success.

Murong Jie felt a sense of melancholy in his heart, and looked for it in the secret room very carefully, trying to find a glimmer of life for himself.

In the corner of the secret room, Murong Jie unexpectedly found a three-foot-high stone tablet with dense inscriptions engraved on the stone tablet.

As with the previous texts, he still couldn't read a word.

What caught Murong Jie's attention was the light coming from behind the stone stele.

It was as if the light source of the entire secret room came from behind this stone tablet.

Murong Jie immediately climbed up the stele and saw that there was a crescent-shaped gap behind the stele, and through the gap, he could see that it seemed to be very empty inside.

Murong Jie never liked to risk his life, but if he chose to stay here and not go anywhere, he could only starve to death in the end, so it was better to climb in and have a look, maybe he could find a way out.

Murong Jie was thin and small, and due to his picky eating, he was much thinner than his peers.

If you are a longer adult, you will not be able to climb through this crevice of the rocks.

Murong Jie, who was only seven years old and had a thin stature, climbed in calmly after the efforts of one party and came to the cave behind the stele.

Murong Jie's eyes suddenly opened up, this cave seemed to be boundless, and what came into view was a series of towering knife mountains.

These knife mountains are shining, bright, sharp, and cold, as if they have come to the hell of the knife mountain.

Murong Jie was stunned by what he saw, he had never seen so many knives, and every knife here was a rare treasure knife in the world.

In the darkness, the bright blades, shining brightly and aggressively, exuded a cold aura of grief and desolation, and shimmered with an unsettling dazzling light.

Murong Wangfu has been famous for knives since ancient times, Murong Jie has seen countless treasure knives since he was born, but those so-called treasure knives, compared with the scene in front of him, are just a few of them, and they are not worth mentioning at all.

Murong Jie was dumbfounded and walked towards Wanqian Dao Mountain, and a cold yin wind suddenly hit, making Murong Jie shiver involuntarily.

Suddenly, he vaguely felt that there was a erratic figure, as if it was right behind him, following him closely, only a stone's throw away from him, and he could even feel the body temperature and breath of the black shadow behind him.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes in the darkness, empty and terrifying, staring at him without blinking.

He wanted to go back and see if there was really someone behind him.

But the fear in his heart made him afraid to turn away.

I'm afraid that as soon as I turn around, I will see something terrible.

That thing, close at hand, within reach, did not seem to come from the human world.

Murong Jie quickened his pace and immediately rushed towards the Sword Mountain, he knew that it was the best weapon he could use to defend himself.

Even though he has never learned any swordsmanship, as the saying goes, "Lao Tzu is a hero", the Murong family's swordsmanship is powerful all over the world, even if he has no skills, he will not be contaminated with his father's demeanor.

It's just that there is another problem, which is even more painful in front of Murong Jie.

With so many swords, which one should he choose?

Murong Jie really can't wait to hold every treasure knife in his hands, and he can't wait to be like Guanyin with a thousand hands, holding a thousand knives in a thousand hands.

It's a pity that he only has two hands, and the weight of the treasure knife is not light, if he wants to hold a treasure knife, it is not an easy thing for Murong Jie, who is only seven years old.

A three-foot-tall person, a four-foot-long knife, without any foundation for qi refining, and Murong Jie, who was only seven years old, how could he have the arm strength to lift a divine sword.

Murong Jie tried one treasure knife after another, even though he used his strength to eat, there was still no knife that could make him pull out of the knife mountain.

He could clearly feel that the aggressive and terrifying aura behind him not only did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more intense.

He didn't have the courage to look back, he just tried desperately in a hurry, but no matter how hard he tried, there was never a treasure knife that he could pull out.

The danger loomed behind him, the haze of fear spread all around, his veins and pulse trembled, everything seemed to freeze.

He needed a knife, a knife that would help him get out of danger.

There were countless knives here, but none of them belonged to him.

Suddenly, a bloody light streaked through the cave, dyeing the cold and lonely cave a bloody bright red.