Then, Ying Zheng took out a parchment roll from under the low table, wrapped it in his coat pocket, opened the door and walked out.

This is a small garden in the mountains, the corridor is deep, the flowers and trees outside the corridor grow luxuriantly, to a round arch, there are several brown-clothed disciples guarding the door, Ying Zheng only glanced at it through a wall, and moved to the other direction.

As mentioned in the original main book, there are a few thorn trees in the southwest corner of the small garden, and a stone step is hidden between the grasses, and the weeds are brushed away, and a secret door will be found when you walk along the stone steps.

The creeper on the wall was pulled open by Yingzheng, revealing a rusty iron door with a small lock on it, which broke with a slight pull.

As soon as he got out of the secret door, Yingzheng went towards the back mountain.

After half a day of light and shadow, Ying Zheng has arrived at a mountain stream, passing by the deep pool, she suddenly stopped and then the pool water shines on her own shadow, the water reflects a little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with bright facial features, a real beauty embryo, to grow into a city must be a captivating posture.

It's just a pity......

This body is probably stuck in this young age.

No wonder the desert boy ran all over the world, wanting to find the merman pearl, and finally found the news of the merman pearl in the Central Plains, regardless of the cost, unscrupulous means, attracting the hatred of the world's heroes.

Swallowing the mermaid beads, hundreds of years of internal force are lost, but a pearl can be worth five years, rose for five years, her appearance can grow to eighteen or nineteen years old, it is the face of the delicate flowers, isn't it beautiful for many years?

As for her skills, why is it difficult for her to rebuild them?

What she has is time.

Ying Zheng has seen the original owner's thoughts, but she can't empathize, but she can understand the meaning of the original owner.

The path entered the grass, and a stone monument was erected, on which the moss was mottled and mottled, but the handwriting was clearly visible—

No cliff holes.

Because the spring water flow of the mountain stream is sometimes large and sometimes small, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, so the rocks on both sides of the stream are wet, and it is difficult to walk to the clean rock face, but there are many potholes and holes, the hole is full of water, clear to the bottom, at a glance, you can also see the tadpoles swimming.

Soon, Ying Zheng walked into the cave, lit a torch with a fire fold, and walked into the depths of the cave.

The further you go in, the more the temperature drops.

There isn't much internal strength she can use now, and it's all used to keep out the cold.

This is the private place of the Desert Child, no one can find it, the beasts in the mountains may come, but they will also leave due to the low temperature, for the Desert Child, this is her place to stay for a long time, longer than the time she stayed in the Demon Sect.

Ying Zheng took out the parchment scroll and carefully identified the location and path in the cave, if it weren't for the fact that Grandma Chi Mo Tong would have amnesia every ten years, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to pick up this bargain.

After turning a stone wall, a stone chamber appeared in front of me.

Finally let her touch the end.

Moving away from a boulder, Ying Zheng saw the notch under the boulder, blew away the mud and sand on the surface, revealing the stone plate underneath, on the stone plate was a leopard's head, the teeth were slightly open, revealing the fangs, and there was a hole in the center, she inserted the small stick on her neck into it, and then cut the skin of her wrist and dripped blood into it.

Ying Zheng just did what was stated on the parchment scroll, and although he didn't know how this worked, a door did slowly open on the stone wall.

After entering, Ying Zheng turned the candlestick behind the door and closed the door.

Then she lit all the candlesticks, and the surroundings lit up, and according to the brown paper, there were nineteen rooms in this cliff cave: three life gates, three death gates, six bedrooms, and seven gong rooms.