readx;?Could it be that the entrance is hidden in those pits of different shades and sizes?

All three of them looked at the past, each with their own guesses. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After thinking for a moment in his heart, Huangfu Qingtian wanted to use his palm wind to test those pits. However, after several attempts in succession, nothing came of it.

Ye Wuxian saw it, frowned slightly, and had no idea for the time being.

Chi Ling'er put her mind on the drawer that had been destroyed by the strong light of the Ice Spirit Bead before.

The scene was silent, and no one understood the mystery.

After a long while, Chi Ling'er turned her head sideways and asked Ye Wuji: "Wuji, don't you know the origin of these pits?" ”

In fact, there is no need to ask, most of the answers can be guessed by her. If it weren't for Ye Wuxian not knowing, how could he stare dryly and not react in any way?

Ye Wuxian did not respond to Chi Ling'er immediately, but first stared at the diagonal line covered with pits, and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Under this medicine storehouse, the geology is special, and the strata are all hard stones, so it is said that there should be no pits. ”

"You say, there's hard rock underneath this house?" There was suddenly a touch of excitement in Chi Ling'er's eyes, so that neither Ye Wuxian nor Huangfu Qingtian could understand her thoughts.

Ye Wuxian nodded: "The stone is very hard, it shouldn't be so easy to crack." ”

Huangfu Qingtian listened to the conversation between Chi Ling'er and Ye Wuxian, and the brilliance in his eyes floated, he should have thought of something, but he was not sure yet, so he did not immediately express his opinion.

Chi Ling'er naturally took over the words: "Actually, it's very simple, these potholes are not naturally cracked at all, but are deliberately carved. ”

"Crafted? How so? Ye Wuxian thought that these potholes had no rules to follow, and the size and depth were simply disorganized, and felt that this was more like the traces left after being smashed by something. As soon as the words came out, I saw Chi Ling'er smiling lightly, and I didn't feel even more puzzled: "These stones are as hard as hard iron, carving things on them?" ”

"It's because the texture is so hard, so it's very unlikely that it will be smashed out of the pothole by other objects." Chi Ling'er was sure of it. After thinking about it for a while, she asked again, "Before Traceless, I should have a rough idea of the general location of the entrance to the Snow Mountain, right?" ”

Ye Wuxian gently bowed his head: "Although the specific location is not known yet, as far as I guess, the approximate location should be nearby." ”

"That's it." Chi Ling'er's face seemed to have a look of color.

With that, she stooped down, stretched out her fingers, and gently scratched the cornerstone of the ground with her fingertips, and a small pit immediately appeared on the ground.

Such a small pit is very similar to the small pit on that line, there is no trace of being chiseled by a knife and axe, but it looks like an erosion pit after being immersed in wind and water.

"This ......" Ye Wuxian was slightly stunned, and soon came to his senses, and suddenly realized: "I forgot, this is Ling Er's specialty." ”

Huangfu Qingtian stood aside and watched, never speaking.

Chi Ling'er smiled, took a step, and walked gently towards the pits......

"Ling'er!" The silent Emperor Fu Qingtian suddenly warned coldly, and pulled Chi Ling'er over.

Ye Wuxian also shook his head at Chi Ling'er silently, and there was also opposition in his eyes.

"It's okay, I know it. Didn't you say it without a trace? The house is full of hard rocks, and I can't step on it, and I can't fall down. ”

Huangfu Qingtian was still worried, but seeing Chi Ling'er's confident face, he decided to believe her: "Then I'll go with you." ”

"No, I'm fine." Chi Ling'er was very persistent.

Then, she pushed away Huangfu Qingtian's hand and stepped into a pothole along the east-west diagonal of the room.

Zheng ......

Her feet had just touched a small pit when a crisp and fast note came from under her feet!

As if inspired, she quickened her pace and stepped on more potholes, walking like flying, like walking on the ground. The rhythm of her feet is different, and the potholes she steps into, the music she emits is different.

In an instant, the drums and horns contended, and the music was melodious, like a heavenly sound.