Simba and I looked at each other and walked obediently towards the northeast corner. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I took Simba's hand and walked more than ten meters northeast of the cave, and I found a narrow hole more than a man wide behind a huge rock. Simba and I climbed into the cave with difficulty, and were pleasantly surprised to find that this place is deep and open, with many stalactites, and the stone flowers on the top of the cave are crystal clear, white as jade, some are shaped like coral, some are shaped like bamboo shoots, and some are shaped like little monkeys picking peaches.

In the middle of the cave was a naturally formed stone flower pot, and at the bottom of the cave was a layer of white liquid that shimmered like milk. Drops of crystalline liquid slowly dripped from the stone flowers on the top of the cave, fell into the stone basin below, and merged into the pool of milky white liquid. As the emulsion dripped down, the rich and pure aura overflowed and dispersed throughout the cave.

"This is the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk!" Simba pounced excitedly.

I hurriedly lowered my voice and said, "Be quiet, don't bring Old Man Zhou over." ”

Simba and I stopped talking, and hurriedly took out the storage gourd and collected a full gourd of lotion, seeing that there was still a lot left in the basin, I called out to Mr. Zhou: "Mr. Zhou, here is the 10,000-year-old spiritual milk!"

In less than ten seconds, Old Man Zhou jumped into the hole. "Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk!" Old Man Zhou couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the pot of lotion, although he tried his best to control his expression and try his best to hide his inner thoughts, I could still see his emotion.

"This is a legendary thing, it can also be encountered in the spirit world, but it is impossible to find it, and just a drop can restore the monk's depleted mana. As he spoke, Old Man Zhou took out a multi-treasure bottle and recited a spell to collect all the 10,000-year-old lotion.

Although Simba and I had already collected some spiritual milk in advance, I was still very uncomfortable to see Old Man Zhou's behavior of taking all the spiritual milk for himself without saying a word. I straightened my face and asked Mr. Zhou coldly: "Grandpa Zhou, don't you leave some for me and Simba? This is what we discovered first, if it weren't for us, you might not get a drop." ”

Old Man Zhou hid the greed in his heart, and said to Simba and me: "Give, give, give both, I'll keep it for you first, and when you go back, ask me when you need it." ”

"I wonder if he came from the divine realm, why is he so petty, and he looks like he has never seen the world. Simba said to me silently in the bottom of his heart.

I thought about it and replied to him: "Since Old Man Zhou knew that the Divine Realm was destroyed, his temperament has changed a lot, and he may also be worried about his future, and he wants to collect more heavenly treasures to plan for the future." ”

Simba is a kind child, after listening to my words, he sympathized with Old Man Zhou, he said: "Master, you can let Old Man Zhou more in the future, he is quite pitiful and has no home at such an old age." ”

Simba looked at me with his simple eyes, and I couldn't bear to refuse him, and I assured Simba in my heart: "You know, if there are two good things, I will keep one for him, and if there is only one, I can't share it with him." ”

"Well, that's fine, we just don't bully him. Simba listened to my words and smiled happily.

For such Simba, I had to review that my previous emotional intelligence education for him was a little too lacking, which led to him becoming the silly and sweet appearance he is now, and I reminded him: "I bullied him? Old Man Zhou doesn't bully us, it's good, who else in this world can bully him, you are so naïve." ”

Simba didn't agree with me, but he listened anyway, and he nodded slightly.

Old Man Zhou saw that Simba and I didn't talk or move, so he urged us to say: "What are you two still rubbing, go around and see what other treasures are in here, it's really strange, I obviously smell the smell of the tree of life, why can't I find it?"

I pulled Simba to check around, and at the same time tested Old Man Zhou: "Grandpa Zhou, have you found anything in the west?"

Old Man Zhou said with a slight emptiness: "No, it's just such a little cave, you can see the end at a glance, what treasures can there be." ”

Looking at Old Man Zhou's expression, I knew that this old man must not be telling the truth. I deliberately pretended to be very casual and said, "Simba, I seem to have something left outside, you can go and help me get it back." With that, I gave Simba a look.

Simba understood what I meant, and pretended to be reluctant and said, "I don't dare to go out of such an empty cave alone, master, you can go with me." ”

I deliberately said loudly: "Here is me and Grandpa Zhou, what is there to be afraid of, if there is something, you call the two of us." ”

Simba refused to leave, and Old Man Zhou was impatient, and waved at Simba and me like a fly and said, "This hole is not big, I can see it myself, you two go out and wait for me." ”

I silently praised Mr. Zhou in my heart, and with a smile in my heart, I pulled Simba and deliberately pretended to be very reluctant, and slowly walked out of this small cave, and ran towards the west of the big cave.

There are relatively few stalactites on the west side of the cave, and there is a mural about six or seven meters long hidden behind a huge rock in the northwest direction, the mural is gorgeously colored, there are eighty-one paintings in total, and the whole plot of becoming a god is depicted in an exaggerated way from birth to becoming an immortal, and the whole plot of becoming a god, telling about the relationship between gods and people, the life of gods, the activities of gods, and the war between gods and gods.

I saw the white-clothed and feather-crowned immortal standing on the top of the peak, the moonlight on his head, his body emitting a holy brilliance, the white clothes floated with the wind, and the thousands of people under the mountain admired him.

Then a blazing divine light emitted from the top of the white-clothed immortal's head, enveloping the entire mountain. The whitefriar looked back, then took a big step forward and broke through the air. The white-clothed monk who arrived in the divine realm did not have a good time, and the ancestor who was highly respected in the immortal realm had to cultivate from scratch when he arrived here, suffered all kinds of humiliation, and fought everywhere, and finally the white-clothed monk stood at the peak of the god again.

This is the end of the mural. Seeing this, I was a little puzzled, isn't it just a mural made up by my predecessors, why did Mr. Zhou hide when he talked to me, so empty-hearted?

I reached out and groped my way along the mural. The walls of the mural are flat, and there is no gap, so it is impossible to hide things. I closed my eyes slightly, and let out my divine sense to probe, and my divine sense looked through every trace of the mural, but there was still no gain.

Could it be that the content of this mural is related to Mr. Zhou? I can't help but speculate secretly. (To be continued.) )