Manshu looked at the sinkhole, although he hadn't seen it before, after all, he had seen it in the book.

The formation of these sinkholes is generally a masterpiece of the long-term action of flowing water and rocks.

If you find the surface part of the underground river, you will be able to follow the river to the bottom of the sinkhole.

She applauded her idea, but looking at this unknown circle leading to the center of the earth, a strong desire to conquer rose in her heart.

Qingcheng Mountain's practice for so many years is not pretending.

She picked a few vines from the tree, kneaded them in the palm of her hand, knotted them together, and made three rope loops, one around her waist and two on her legs, so that she was fastened to the rope.

With her backhand, she tied another knot in the rope and fastened it to the trunk of the cliff. A little bit down, three to five meters at a time. Once you have secured yourself underneath, untie the rope on top.

After repeating this operation dozens of times, he finally went down to the bottom of the pit.

When she finally touched the ground, her legs trembled even after a long period of training.

She untied the rope and laid her body flat on the ground.

It was as if there was geothermal heat, and she felt warm.

It's so comfortable, I want to sleep.

But in an instant, she reminded herself that she didn't know where she was, so she immediately got up and found a place where she could hide herself, so she lay down.

Looking at the small bush with foliage, she was inexplicably grateful in her heart, when she was so tired, she was really lucky to find such a shelter.

Sure enough, within a quarter of an hour, she saw a group of people passing by the place where she had just landed, and it could be seen that it was the usual entrance and exit.

The natives were dressed in strange clothes, as if they were worn only on the stage, and they were very agile, and they did not use any ropes, but seemed to use only the hooks they held in their hands, and climbed up the rock wall.

Manshu looked frightened, it turned out that climbing for the residents in the sinkhole was simply instinctive.

You don't need special training, and you don't need to be smart, but you also need the help of ropes to find your position when descending.

They seem to have already known the path up and down, and they only need to use the accurate rhythm to just step on the power point.

Manshu had already cultivated at this time, and as she watched those people gradually disappear from view, she knew that she was safe for the time being.

But who lives under this sinkhole?

Is the lord of the gentleman's country really under this sinkhole?

Those two cartloads of red-stemmed sage have gone, but I don't know where they have gone?

After gathering her thoughts, she decided to go to the settlement of the inhabitants at the bottom of the pit.

Going up the underground river, the water was, as expected, warm.

When Manshu looked up, he saw that the sky above him was like a big circle, so complete, so round.

It's a miracle, the power of nature.

The natives at the bottom of the pit live here, which is really impossible for humans outside to discover.

I don't know how many years the residents at the bottom of this pit have been here, but I just think that this is the legendary Peach Blossom Spring.

This underground meandered, and I walked for a long time before I found the sound of chickens and ducks in the distance.

Presumably that's where the natives live.

Manshu was about to walk over, but saw that the group had returned, and each of them had some freshly picked sage on their backs, but when they looked closely, it was not a red-stemmed sage, but the stalk was black.

Manshu quietly followed them to see where the natives went.

Strangely, when they passed through the village where they lived, they did not go inside, but circled the village.

Manshu carefully hid her body, and she picked a few leaves and tied them to her body, so that she looked very integrated with her surroundings. 3a Reading Network

This time, I didn't have to walk long before I saw those people dumping all the sage on their backs into a small pond, which was soaked in heat, presumably a hot spring pool.

Could it be that they are going to make a medicated bath?

The men quickly turned back and saw that they were hurrying, and presumably continued to harvest the black-stemmed sage.

When the men were far away, Manshu walked into the little pond and looked closely, and the little pond was already soaked in a lot of black-stemmed sage, and about two more visits from the group would fill the whole pond.

Where there is not soaking in sage, the water is clear, but where sage is soaked, the water is blue-purple.

Manshu found a place by the pond and hid himself, thinking that since it was a medicinal bath, there must be important people here.

It's almost noon, and I feel like the sun is shining on this pond.

The black-stemmed sage sage soaked in the water seemed to have faded from the floating color on the surface, and they all swelled up one by one.

Time passed little by little, and Manshu felt that compared with the Qing cultivation of Qingcheng Mountain, it was not difficult to wait at this time.

I remember that she once retreated alone on Wang Suo Peak in Qingcheng Mountain for seven days, and on a cold day, the wind and snow were whistling in her ears, and she could also feel like water.

At this time, the ground was warm and hot, and she soaked her feet in the pond where there was no black-stemmed sage, which was really comfortable.

Counting the time, those people should also go and return, but suddenly a shadow overhead obscured the sun.

Manshu wondered if the cloud that had obscured her eyes of thought had reappeared?

As she looked up, she was stunned.

It was a large, colorful bird, and one of her wings was two feet wide when it was outstretched.

Twice her wings were extended, and she flew straight down from the air, hovering at all.

Manshu immediately got up from the pond and rolled to his place of invisibility.

It was a small cave, and after she hid in it, she put a few leaves at the entrance of the cave to cover it.

You can't see the inside from the outside.

She looked out through the cracks in the leaves.

The big bird fell into the pond on its own, and she folded her wings and immersed herself in the pond.

As if feeling comfortable, she closed her eyes.

Manshu boldly went out and tried to communicate with the big bird in the bird language she had learned.

"Hey, chirp, chirp?"

But the big bird turned a deaf ear, as if Manshu's bird song was whispering in his ears.

"Hi, how are you?"

The big bird seemed to be taken aback when he heard the human voice, "Who is disturbing my bath?" ”

Manshu was almost stupid, she didn't think that the big bird could speak human words.

"Are you talking about people?"

The big bird snorted, as if mimicking a human sneer.

"Rare and weird."

When the big bird saw that it was a beautiful woman, he felt two more points of closeness.

"The mythical beasts on our Damati are all in human language, and what you say in bird language is too bad."

Manshu blushed unconsciously, "You are the legendary beast?" ”