() Walking back from Zhiyiting, all the way is covered with pines and cypresses, lush, and it is impossible to tell whether there is a path under the bushes.

Fang Zhong'er could hear the murmuring of water in the distance, and he knew that it was not far from the mountain stream. After walking for a while, I pushed aside a few hanging vines, and a small hill-like tomb was revealed in front of me.

As the years passed, the top of the tomb was overgrown with weeds, and even the stones that built the cemetery were mottled and moss could be seen everywhere. There are countless gravels scattered on the surrounding wild grass, and some of them still have some strange patterns on the surface, but most of them are dilapidated and unrecognizable.

Fang Zhong gradually walked to the front of this mausoleum, only to see that the tomb gate was facing south, the tomb gate was indeed very grand, as Pu Xuan said, the upper beam was parallel to the top of the tomb, and the left and right were open, even if there were several carriages parallel. At the exit of the tomb door, a stone staircase extends out, gradually dissipating between the grass and rubble. Fang Zhong turned to the tomb door, and the stone steps went down one step at a time, and after a dozen steps, they were sealed by a large stone door. The stone door is carved with all kinds of unknown birds and beasts, the appearance is simple, the pure lines are outlined, and it looks concise and clear. It may be that it has been a long time, and Yan sè is more gray and looks a little yīn sen.

Fang Zhong walked down the stone steps, arrived in front of the stone door, and gently pushed it with his hand, only to feel that the tentacles were cold, and he didn't move at all. Fang Zhong increased his strength a little more, his strength was not small since he had practiced, seven or eight points of strength pushed up without moving a single bit, this stone gate could be called as heavy as a mountain. Fang Zhong wondered in his heart, the two Dao Masters Puxuan and Dingguan followed Xian'er into the mausoleum, but how did Xian'er get in, could there be any mechanism. I carefully checked what was so strange about this big stone gate, and I noticed that there was a stone tablet next to the stone gate, and it was not an epitaph inscription, but two carved patterns. A ghost head carved with hideousness, while underneath is a Tai Chi pattern. These two incompatible things are actually drawn together. Fang Zhong stroked it gently, only to feel that this stone tablet was very smooth, not like the stone next to it was covered with moss, and it was obvious that someone had touched it...... Fang Zhong was trying to figure out whether there was a mystery in it, but he felt that the stone tablet fell down, and there was a click, and then there was a sound of rolling open from the stone door.

I didn't expect this stone door to open so lightly!

As soon as the stone door opened, a cold wind rushed out. Fang Zhong flashed to the side with a very jǐng feeling. After waiting for a while, there was no movement, and the stone door was only slightly divided on both sides, revealing a gap that was only large enough for a single person to enter and exit.

It was pitch black in the cracks

Fang Zhong listened attentively, but except for a few whining winds, he couldn't hear any voices.

Fang Zhong leaned sideways and flashed in through the gap exposed by the stone door

A flash of fire flashed, instantly illuminating the tombway. Fang Zhong urged the fire in his palm while using the light to inspect the mausoleum. The tomb was lined with stone walls on both sides, and in some places it was so wet that water almost seeped out. The tomb road is quite long, and I don't know how many stone steps I have passed, but I feel that I am getting lower and lower, and I am getting deeper and deeper. Gradually, the stone walls on both sides disappeared, and the traces of artificial carving gradually thinned, and in their place were abrupt mountain stones, until they were connected with a huge karst cave.

At the end of the tomb turned out to be a huge cave

There are countless stalagmites in the cave, and countless water droplets hang down on the top of the cave, hitting the stalagmites, and then turning into jade qiong and scattering. Fang Zhong sighed at this ghostly workmanship, who would have thought that there was such a world under this mausoleum, and it was even more beautiful under the firelight, and the water ripples were reversed by the firelight and cast ripples on the stone wall, straight into the fairyland. Fang Zhong was attracted by the strange scene, and naturally slowed down.

The spring water dingdong

There was a faint woman's singing, like a cry, coming from a distance......

Fang Zhong's heart was excited, Xian'er was really inside!

At the beginning, Daigo's mother insisted on marrying Xian'er and Fang Zhongbaitang, which seemed to be nonsense, but in fact, it had another deep meaning. Fang Zhong didn't understand it before, but now that he thinks about it, Daigo's old mother has no intention of arranging the aftermath like this, hoping that in case she is gone, Xian'er has nothing to rely on, Fang Zhong can take care of this situation, and she can never leave her. Daigo's mother also took great pains to take care of Xian'er, so she had to make this decision.

The singing became clearer and clearer, but the melody was ethereal, and the melody was like an exotic sound, and only the voice sang softly:

If you break the hemp and Yaohua, you will leave your home; (Note: Peel off the white sè flower on the sparse linen and give it to the person who parted with him; ）

The old is extreme, and the closer it is, the more sparse it is; (As you and I gradually move towards the twilight of our old age, we have become less intimate and more alienated.) ）

Ride the dragon and gallop to the sky; (You rode the dragon chariot and flew high into the nine heavens; ）

The knotted laurel branches are extended, and the more Qiang thinks about it; (I'm left standing there with a cinnamon branch, and the more I miss you, the more sad I become...... ）

Sad, I hope that there will be no loss now; (What about sadness, I just hope that my feelings for you will not be indifferent now; ）

If you have a solid life, what is the difference? (There is a definite number of the length of life, whether it is separation or integration, and what can govern it?) ）

This song carries infinite lovesickness, just like the deep love after separation, and can't stop whispering to each other.

If this song is sent by Xian'er, where is it a weak girl who is delirious, even if she can't think of such beautiful words for a while, she can express this affectionate! Fang Zhong was overjoyed, walked a few steps closer to the place where the song came from, turned a bell stone, and suddenly opened up in front of him-