"You said that this Mo's secret room would be hidden in that direction?" Yun Ling saw Wan Yanqiu leave, and asked Qingchen beside her.

Just now, they had already rummaged through the entire Mo Clan's Immortal Sect inside and out.

Nothing was found about the Mohs Chamber of Secrets.

From this, it can be seen that this Mohs secret room is either very hidden.

Or not at all.

However, with the fact that all the immortal sects love to leave a way out for themselves, this situation is obviously unlikely.

Qingchen glanced at her, didn't say anything, and left with the pure world in his hand.

Yun Ling: "......"

What's going on here?

Did she just say the wrong thing?

No, she asked about the hidden location of this Mohs secret room, and didn't say any nonsense, right?

He's just gone, what does it mean?

"Hey, Second Son, you wait for me......"

Yun Ling saw that the other party was already far away from her, so she hurriedly chased after her.

"Second son, I said can you not have a cold face every time?" she said: "Otherwise, how many women will be sad like this, you should actually smile more, so that those girls around you will ......"

"Hey, I'm not done yet?" Yun Ling shouted at his figure.

Qingchen: "Shut up!"

Yun Ling: "......"

Seeing that his eyes suddenly looked at a calligraphy and painting in the distance, he immediately noticed that something was wrong, and then walked over and touched the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, with a hint of surprise in his expression.

"What hangs on this wall is actually a landscape map made by (Lin Xilan). She glanced sideways at the second son beside her.

As we all know, Lin Xilan is a very famous senior painter in the Hundred Immortal Sects.

is also a painting fairy.

It is rumored that the paintings he made can make people feel the beauty of the paintings.

And he only made three paintings in his life, and then quietly disappeared from the world, and those who wanted to look for him to paint did not find or see him in the end.

Everyone thought that he might have passed away, so the three landscape pictures he painted in his life became treasures in the hundred immortal gates.

Of course, Yun Qinghua's study also has a pair of such calligraphy and paintings, but it is just a fake.

But there is a pair of genuine goods in Mo's study.

It really surprised her.

After all, not everyone can get this Lin Xilan's painting, and everyone can have it.

At the beginning, the old master of Han, one of the three Qing Dynasty, had specially gone to Lin Xilan to ask for a painting.

It's a pity that Lin Xilan has a strange temper and a hard temperament, and he didn't agree to the old master Han.

For this reason, the old master of the Han family felt that his face was gloomy, and he never mentioned this matter in the door since then.

And the old master of Mo is just an unknown master in the hundred immortal sects, and he has a pair of Lin Xilan's authentic calligraphy and paintings.

It's obviously suspicious.

"It seems that this Lord Mo is a hidden person, and even Lin Xilan's treasured calligraphy and paintings are hung in his study, which shows that his strength is not ordinary. ”

Qingchen narrowed his eyes, and his long fingers gently rubbed on the calligraphy and painting.

"Do you think this Lord Mo will know Lin Xilan?" Yun Ling boldly guessed: "Or maybe this Lin Gongzi owes something, so he gave this authentic handiwork to Lord Momen?"

Qingchen withdrew the hand that was rubbing on the calligraphy and painting, and said: "As far as I know, Lin Xilan rarely made friends during his lifetime, and he stayed at home, how can he get to know Master Momen, and how can he talk about debts?"

"That's weird!" Yun Ling stroked her chin and said, "Since this Lin Gongzi is a person who doesn't want to make friends and stays at home, how did he disappear in the first place? ”

Qingchen: "How do you know?"

"Simple!" Yun Ling said mysteriously: "The walls around here look a little gray, that's because they have begun to become a little yellowish under the exposure to the air for a long time, even if someone cleans it, but over time, there will be some impurities on the white things."

From the general subjective direction, there is really no problem, but when we get closer, do you find that this piece of wall looks newer than the one on the side? Obviously, there is something that has been blocking this piece for a long time, so that it has not become the same as the surroundings, doesn't this seem strange? So I deduce that there should have been another calligraphy and painting next to this calligraphy and painting, do you think this Mo's murder tragedy is related to the thing next to this calligraphy and painting?"

"Hey, where are you going?"

Before Yun Ling finished speaking, the other party had already turned around and walked in the direction of the desk.

"Didn't you say that you would go to Mo's dark room together?"

On the messy desk, rice paper was covered with dots of blood.

It was thought that the monk had been killed while he was packing up in the study.

At the same time as the other party's eyes widened, a large amount of blood on his neck also gushed out, flowing on the pitch-black desk and the rice paper on one side, looking extremely desolate and terrifying.

Yun Ling looked at Qingchen puzzled, "What are you doing here?"

Qingchen didn't pay attention to what she said, but looked at the inky black inkstone that the monk was holding.

He reached out and tried to take the monk's hand from the inky black inkstone and set it aside.

But I didn't want the monk's hand to be firmly covered by the ink-black inkstone, and I didn't understand it.

He furrowed his eyebrows, and then secretly managed to get the monk's hand to the side.

Immediately after, his five fingers covered the inkstone with black inkstone, wanting to shake it from side to side.

I don't want the inky black inkstone to be like it has taken root, not only shaking it, but also unable to pick it up, just like an old tree with its roots, tightly glued to the sandalwood desk.

Qingchen's eyes sank, and finally he concentrated his energy and used his sixth-layer mana to turn the inkstone on the desk.

All they could hear was a thunderous sound ringing around them.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the sandalwood table split into two petals, and slashed in the direction of the left and right sides of the aisle.

And the corpse on the desk fell on the corridor of the secret room in the middle as the desk moved.

"I'll go, the mechanism of this Mohs secret room is really here. Yun Ling raised her eyes and glanced at Qingchen, and said with a shocked face.

Qingchen: "Let's go!"

Yun Ling: "Hmm!"

So the two of them walked slowly down the stairs of the secret room in the middle, one after the other.