The smuggler gained a lot of benefits and went happily, but halfway through, he turned back again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cheng Qinghe looked at the crooked words on the parchment at a glance, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw him go and return.

"Look at my memory, I almost forgot what happened in this Dish You Realm, it's like this, walking west for half a day, there is a huge sinkhole there, it is rumored that five hundred years ago, there was a female cultivator who flew up there, and when she ascended, the demon turned into a giant dragon in the wilderness, and the female cultivator fought with it for three days and three nights and finally cut it under the sword, so that she was able to fly to the upper realm. However, it is also possible that it is a false rumor. He said vaguely.

Soaring? Since he was born, he has never heard of any great power ascending, and in today's Extreme Truth Realm, it is already very rare for a loose cultivator who has no sect or sect to be able to enter the Dao.

"Oh? There is such a thing. Cheng Qinghe rubbed the parchment in his hand, and his mind turned a thousand times.

"That, this, this ......"

Seeing him like this, Cheng Qinghe didn't understand anything, so he immediately took out a spirit stone from his arms and threw it over.

"Thank you, thank you." Originally, I thought that such a bottomless and ridiculous rumor was unpleasant, but I didn't expect to earn extra spirit stones at this time, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and when the female cultivator walked away, he stopped and watched for a while, thinking about going back and looking for some rumors in exchange for benefits.

Cheng Qinghe got the news, but he didn't rush to Tiankeng first, but walked around and took the lead in going to the county hall in the territory of Caiyou, like this kind of small place where no family is entrenched, all are autonomous, and there are rules in the industry for business, in addition to some long-term settlements.

Although the fish are mixed, it is calm and peaceful.

The small county town went to eat and drink together, the night was twilight, the county hall with ancient books was lit with dim oil lamps, and the room was silent, only the sound of pages turning from time to time.

The simple wooden bookshelves in this county hall are very cramped, and the books on the inside have not been turned for a long time, and a smell of old books fills the tip of the nose, 800, 500, 300 years...... The long river of history has flowed through these books.

The old gentleman who was guarding the county hall sat behind the desk in the corner, wiping the old antique glasses he had just taken off in his hand, and staring at this rare visitor with a pair of eyes like a cat at home.

"What are you looking for?"

Cheng Qinghe put down his tiptoe feet, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, put down the hands that just wanted to reach out to the high shelf, and turned to look at the old gentleman who came behind her, and finally couldn't hold his breath.

"I want to see the local chronicles that are recorded 500 years ago."

"These books are a few years old, don't flip through them." He frowned and looked at her, then turned around and left, and said, "Come with me~"

Five hundred years ago, the local chronicle was a yellowed thread-bound book, with a somewhat cracked book on the edge of the cover, and it seemed that there were other people besides her who were interested in it.

Under the watchful eye of the old gentleman, Cheng Qinghe lightly finished the whole book, five hundred years ago, the Dish You Realm was much more lively than it is now, at that time, the people of the Dish You Realm had heard the sound of dragon roar and spell fighting, and after the Heavenly Tribulation Vision, they really found a huge sinkhole and the corpse of the Flood Desolation Giant Jiao hundreds of miles away.

The female cultivator who is rumored to have ascended is named Nan Honglian.

South? Could it be the heir of the Nan family?

What flashed in her mind was Nan Xiuling's delicate face......

It takes half a day to travel to the foot of that sinkhole, but for Cheng Qinghe, just a pillar of incense is enough.

When she arrived, it was just dawn, she stood on a high place, looking at the sinkhole dozens of meters deep under her feet, it was more than ten zhang long, and if you looked carefully, you could also see the sword marks left a hundred years ago, because of the passage of time, the heaviest part of the trace has been infiltrated into a narrow crack by the wind and rain.

A few winding tracks stretched until they disappeared into a narrow crevice that only one person could walk through.

The footprints were crushed over the bent grass at the waist, and there was some wet water and mud on the round leaves, but I didn't expect someone to take the lead, and the three of them had just passed.

"Even if there was indeed a rising nun in this place, so many people came to see it back then, if they could really find something, they would have found it a long time ago." The little sixth of the Murong family said.

"You don't know this, the woman really has long hair and short knowledge, Nan Honglian five hundred years ago was a master with a sword, if you can find a trace of clues left by her back then, it will be enough for your brother to understand it for half a day." The answer was a small man with a beard, only a little taller than Little Six.

Southern Red Lotus, but it has already soared. Both the astonishing traces she left behind and the records in the local chronicles have added countless mysterious legends to this character.

"Brother Zheng is right." Murong Yi praised.

"Of course I know what you said, but we've been walking for so long, it's more like going around in circles here!" Xiaoliu pouted.

These three people are Murong Yi, the young lord of the Murong family, his sister Xiaoliu, and Zheng Shaohuai, a loose cultivator.

The two gaps gradually widened, the edges and corners of the wet stone walls protruded, and there was even a spring spitting a trickle.

It was not a dark patch ahead, but a small piece of light, and the white light shone brightly in front of him.

It turned out that the road was connected to another col, and the light fell from the hollow above the two irregular boulders against each other.

"Upper Turtle Rune?" Cheng Qinghe squinted, a half-human-high stone tablet stood in the light, and the corners were cut off by some sharp blade, leaving an extremely mysterious sword edge.

She stretched out her hand, rubbed it carefully for a moment, and let out an inexplicable sigh.

"Qinghe?" A voice came from behind him.

It's Murong Yi.

I deliberately took a detour to avoid encountering them, but I didn't expect to finally run into them.

Cheng Qinghe frowned and turned around to look over.

Murong Yi's face was overjoyed, and then he calmed down as if he was hiding something: "It turns out that it's really you." ”

"It's me." The latter nodded.

Qinghe? Could she be the one, the one wanted by the Ke family? Zheng Shaohuai rubbed his beard, looked at the ground with low eyebrows, but it was Xiao Liu, and his face was a little happy, as if nothing had happened between the two.

Cheng Qinghe didn't have any desire to speak, and he didn't even bother to greet him.

threw a sentence "I'll go this way and see, you can do it yourself." Then he chose a path and went on his own.

There is more than one road that connects this place, so it's no wonder that you will encounter it.

"I just heard you talk about the Turtle Rune, do you know the inscription on it?" Murong Yi and his party fell behind them, following not far away.

"I don't know, but I don't know where I've seen it before, so it's a little familiar." She said lightly.

"Where could it be so coincidental, Qinghe wouldn't know it but deliberately hide it, right? However, Qinghe is indeed very capable, and the Ke family is looking for you everywhere for the death of the little master. After Xiao Liu finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he had said something that he shouldn't have said: "It's all my fault, my brother was very worried after hearing the news, and he specially asked the Murong family to remind you when he saw you and hide you." ”

Xiao Liu's words clearly ridiculed her as a shrunken turtle, Cheng Qinghe didn't say anything when he listened, but hummed coldly, not because she was clumsy and frightened, but because she was too lazy to waste her tongue with no one else.

She has never been afraid of anyone in 10,000 years, such a villain is troubled, she has always been able to do it without moving her mouth.

I don't know if it's because of the number of people, the aisle has become very crowded again, Cheng Qinghe was thinking about getting rid of the three people, and everywhere he looked, the stone wall lit up with a dim light, and the mural with black lines unfolded in front of him like a scroll.

The three of them followed, shocked by the mural in front of them, and when they noticed it again, it was empty.

"She's gone." The most excited was Zheng Shaohuai, who originally planned to take the opportunity to sell Cheng Qinghe's news to the Ke family while following, so he hurriedly walked up a few steps and stretched out his hand to touch the two walls.

As they walked, the "scrolls" of the mural unfolded a little.

"Poof." Cheng Qinghe spit out a mouthful of sand and pulled out the foot that was trapped in the sand, she remembered that she was curiously touching a handful of murals, and the next second she fell into a piece of hot sand.

The scorching sun overhead was scorching the earth, and the air was rolling with a rushing heat wave, Cheng Qinghe set up a tent between his eyebrows, and glanced around, it looked like a desert, with an occasional cluster of bare branches.

If she wasn't mistaken, she should be in the middle of a mural right now.

"She's there. I seem to see her, don't you see it? Xiao Liu pointed to one of the murals and said.

The mural was like a picture of the river at Qingming Festival, depicting everything clearly, and they even found that it was constantly changing.

The black lines outline a small man in a cloak, even the small chin is very expressive, but it is only a small point in the huge fresco, like a drop in the ocean.

Cheng Qinghe was looking back, as if she heard someone calling her, but there was no one behind her except for the endless desert.

"It's really her, she's really in the painting." Murong Yi stretched out his hand and was pulled by Xiao Liuyi.

"Don't touch it, maybe Qinghe will be sucked in if he touches this mural." Xiao Liu's tone of disbelief seemed to be describing a demon.

"If I'm guessing correctly, this should be a phantom array." Zheng Shaohuai studied carefully.

Phantom Array? Murong Yi put down his hand.

"And how are we going to save her?"

"Save her? Hmph, why save? Zheng Shaohuai hid his hands in his sleeves, like a little old man, with a shrewd light in his eyes.

"Brother Murong, don't forget, she is the person the Ke family wants. It's better to inform the people of the Ke family now, maybe you and I can still have some benefits. ”

Murong Yi's face turned cold when he heard this, and he didn't look very good.

Zheng Shaohuai felt speechless when he saw it.

"Hahaha, look at what I said, Brother Murong is the son of everyone, of course he disdains these benefits, but I am different, there is no root and no bottom, and it is too difficult to practice."

Although there is a meaning of praising him in his words, it is not difficult to see that these words are just perfunctory, whether it is his expression or tone.

Also, if it weren't for the fall of the Feng family, it would not be the turn of the Murong family to top the name of these four major families, whether it is the strength of the family or the number of people, the Murong family is far inferior.

This is also the reason why Murong Yi wants to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, although he has already been mentally prepared for the current situation, but now that he hears the words from the mouths of others, he still feels a little uncomfortable.

"The Ke family is indeed a big family, no matter what you plan, it's better to rescue people now, if she dies inside, your reward will be greatly reduced." Xiao Liu bent his eyes, with a bit of sarcasm in his coquettishness.

"It can't be saved, this phantom array is obviously from the hands of a master, in my opinion, even the top phantom array power in our extreme true realm can't be cracked."

"Isn't she going to die?"

"It's not necessarily, the phantom array is different from the killing array, it doesn't take people's lives by itself, if you are trapped in it, you can only blame yourself for not having a strong mind and being confused by false things."

Zheng Shaohuai can also be regarded as having a little research on the phantom array, but most of them are just lip service, and the phantom array is a thick accumulation, if he does not learn deeply, it will not be of great use to the enemy at all, and it is no wonder that it is regarded as a strange trick.

The wind and sand are howling, blowing people to ashes, Cheng Qinghe has been walking in this desert for more than three hours, but in the vast desert, even living creatures are rare.

Flying sand migrated, revealing a bare human thigh bone, hanging in rags and rags, standing still beside him, his back to the sun's shadow covering the exposed human bones, Cheng Qinghe bent down and picked up a sword scattered beside him, the sword body had weathered to the point that it was not in shape.

Looking at the description, it should have been dead for a hundred years.

Why are monks now keen to find the caves left by their ascended predecessors, or the clues of the tribulations? When you touch the way of heaven when you ascend to the upper realm, leaving traces of traces, it is very rare to comprehend and break through the state of mind of future generations, and besides, the things of the extreme true realm are worthless to them, and they often leave all their wealth generously to the monks who come to hunt for treasures.

But this place of the Southern Red Lotus's calamity is already like a cemetery frequented by thieves many times, and even if there is anything left, it has already been touched completely.

Zheng Shaohuai stroked his mustache and thought about it, and when he raised his eyes again, there was a different scene in front of him, he saw countless Taoist cultivators kneeling under him, and the heads of the four major families came to congratulate him in person.

Just as he was hesitating, Murong Yi beside him knelt down towards him and said, "Congratulations to Zheng Daoyou for starting a sect." ”

He looked behind him, and above the gate of the sect's mansion, the three big characters "Xuanqing Sect" were hanging.

Oops, he's even in the phantom array! Just as he was about to remind Murong Yi and the others, the feeling of dizziness suddenly pulled him into the illusion again. (To be continued.) )