This dynasty is one of the earliest Terran dynasties in the Donghong Continent, stretching for more than 800 years, and the territory is extremely vast, however, in Zhao Feng's view, this dynasty is more like a tribal alliance. Most of the current territory of the Tiantai Kingdom was once ruled by the Night Rain Dynasty. Yuwen is a kind of text, with complicated strokes, like pictures, and one word has multiple meanings, which is extremely difficult to grasp. After the collapse of the Nightrain Dynasty, this kind of writing gradually declined. Two thousand years ago, the Tianxing Temple abolished the world's writing and unified the use of sacred scripts, and this rain text was almost broken. Now, in the entire Tiantai Kingdom, there are no more than a few people who can understand Yuwen, and Zhao Feng is one of them.

These rubbings are engraved at the entrance of the underground palace, Zhao Feng pondered slightly, among these rubbings, one of them is written "Yuze Forbidden Land", and the others are just warnings, warning people not to enter at will. Luoyuan is also a master of this way, and when he translated the text, everyone in the banquet didn't feel anything, only Mao Duwei frowned. Since ancient times, which family and faction have not had many institutions in their ancestral land? It's more powerful, even the formation is there, and if you want to break in, aren't they all used?

And after the wine and the rejoicing, they went to rest. Zhao Feng slipped out of the wooden village and went straight to the valley. He saw from the wooden village that there was a small river in this valley, and the trek in the past few days made him quite uncomfortable.

The valley was very quiet, Zhao Feng found an open river beach, sat down on the spot and began to meditate and breathe. After the breath is evenly adjusted, but Zhao Feng's posture is not bad. Practicing martial arts is a habit that Zhao Feng has developed since he was a child, although Old Man Zhao is not interested in this habit, but he can't stop Zhao Feng from doing it since he was a child.

The martial arts practiced by Zhao Feng is called "Seven Transformations of Dragon Fist", which is a widely spread martial art known for its lightness. Back then, when Zhao Feng left Xingyue Peak, he began to practice martial arts, and in Songyang Temple, he never learned martial arts. Later, he learned weapons again, practiced and practiced, and the most suitable for Zhao Feng was the knife. In Zhao Feng's hands, this well-known boxing method has a different charm. He fought a total of seven times, the first time, the way of playing is no different from ordinary martial artists, tossing and turning between the full meaning of agility, a fat man, martial arts can actually show the meaning of agility, which shows the depth of his efforts to this exercise. The second time, the fist technique was displayed, and it was even more comfortable and chic, like a fat dragon wandering with the waves after eating and drinking. The third time, Zhao Feng's fist style changed again, the speed was faster, and the output was more fierce, like a wild dragon fighting in the sky in a raging storm. The fourth time, Zhao Feng punched harder, and the wind was howling, as if he was fighting fiercely with others. The fifth time, when he moved, his stride was smaller, but his punches became more and more rapid, as if the dragon was trapped in the shallows, fighting to the death. The sixth time, Zhao Feng's boxing technique changed again, and he staggered when he punched, as if he was drunk. The last time, it is the same as the first time, not slow or fast, and the punch is agile and changeable, but each style has a whirring fist style.

After practicing boxing seven times, Zhao Feng's body was steaming, his neck was full of folds, and he could actually see the green tendons that burst out like earthworms. Zhao Feng slowly turned around twice on the river beach before sitting on the ground.

Seeing the moon in the middle of the sky, Zhao Feng. As soon as he took two steps, his heart suddenly cooled, Zhao Feng turned his head to look downstream, although he didn't see anything, but Zhao Feng's intuition was - there is.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but use his hole card, Yin Eye, only to see him close his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes flashed with a trace of black light. Yin eye is not common in the mainland of Tiantai, and there are not many monks who cultivate, not only because he does not often contact "Mixed Yang Heart Lamp", but Zhao Feng actually awakened Yin Eye by himself. Later, I don't know how many times he tried it, Zhao Feng mastered this ability, and now he, he can see almost everything in the world.

As soon as the yin eye was urged, the vision became monotonous, and the whole world became black and white, Zhao Feng clearly saw that there seemed to be a black mist wandering in the lower reaches of the river valley, although it was not real, but there must be something haunted. Since ancient times, this underground palace has been a gathering place, and it seems that this exploration of the underground palace will not be very peaceful.

When it comes to dealing with things, who has the best way? is nothing more than a Taoist priest, a monk and the like, Zhao Feng is also a Taoist priest. After leaving Songyang Temple, Zhao Feng also collected some spiritual cultivation from everywhere, and now, Zhao Feng can almost be regarded as an expert in dealing with yin spirits. However, at this time, it was the middle of the night, when the yin qi was at its strongest, and the trouble of finding things at this time was obviously boring.

Zhao Feng unconsciously quickened his pace, returned to his tent, and he sat on the ground to meditate and rest.

At this time, a black shadow came out of the forest, quietly came to the corner tower of the camp, monkeys climbed up, on the corner tower, Mao Duwei was sitting on a low stool drinking, seeing the black shadow coming, glanced at it, and asked: "What are you staring at this kid?" ”

The black shadow replied in a low voice: "That fat man, just, practice martial arts." ”

"Well, he is a descendant of barbarians, it is not strange to practice martial arts, how is his martial arts?"

The black shadow replied: "Lord Duwei, I think that this person's martial arts are not high, but I am afraid that it is not as good as the standard." ”

"Really?" Captain Mao frowned.

The black shadow didn't dare to hide it, and explained everything he had seen. After listening to this, Mao Duwei said thoughtfully: "It's that the governor of Pontus is too careful, the Jiuyue School Palace has been extremely famous over the years, and it is rumored outside that there is a gold-plated realm of some pus-filled brothers, staring at a few people, it seems that this is really the case, but the more this is the case, the more the Pontus Governor does not believe it." ”

A burly figure behind him asked, "Lord Captain, do you want to try him down?" ”

Mao Duwei obviously didn't know that Zhao Feng was actually a monk, after all, Zhao Feng was from the Academy of History, and he didn't have the slightest consciousness of a monk, and he looked no different from a mortal. Mao Duwei took a sip of wine and said: "It's okay, Jiuyue School Palace, the monarch has always been worried, over the years, the school palace and King Lu have also come close, we will do something to share some worries for the monarch, that is also the way it should be, Captain Qiu, this matter is left to you." ”

After a night without words, the next day, Zhao Feng got up early and followed the group of the History Academy to the nearby excavation site. This is a low hill, Zhao Feng took a look, and knew that the stone gate of this underground palace was originally underground, but it was washed out by the diverted torrent. Captain Mao Du had already brought more than 300 soldiers to surround the place.

The stone gate of the underground palace is extremely heavy, and several religious practices such as religious practices, which are all masters of exploring ancient sites, they turned around, looked and looked, and even studied the excavated soil. Zhao Feng followed behind curiously, staring at it without blinking.

After a long time, after a few religious scholars discussed, they said loudly: "Behind this stone gate, there should be a formation support. ”

When Mao Duwei heard this, he felt strange and asked: "I'm afraid this underground palace is two thousand years old, if there is a formation, isn't it long gone?" ”

"Mao Duwei clearly sees that logically speaking, no matter how good the formation is, it can't last for hundreds of years, however, there are exceptions, if the formation is built on the spiritual vein, or there are other methods to condense the aura, then it's hard to say, in my shallow opinion, it's better to be cautious. I've just seen it, the geography of the mountains and rivers here, like a place to gather qi, if there is indeed a formation, then the entire hill must be opened, and the arrangement of the formation can be used to do it, otherwise, it is very easy to cause the collapse of the underground palace, and when the time comes, I am afraid that nothing will be gained. ”

Mao Duwei nodded, and said after a long time: "Since this is the case, then we have to wait for the prince to decide." ”

This is an hour, and the prince of Lu is late, looking tired.

After listening to everyone's opinions, Lord Lu said: "In this way, we must first find out if there is a formation, well, it's better to do this, let's dig according to the method of formation, how about it?" ”

Mao Duwei had nothing to do, so he ordered his soldiers to drive the people to start digging the hills, and after half an hour, the prince of Lu couldn't help it, and asked: "How many days will it take to dig out the underground palace after digging like this?" ”

Mao Duwei replied with an estimate: "I think, a month, maybe it's enough, and the right is to train soldiers." ”

Prince Lu obviously didn't have the patience to do this, so he asked the worship of the palace: "Tian worship, if you ask Your Excellency to cast a spell to remove this soil, I don't know if it will work?" The aura here is weak, and it is still not as good as the spiritual land of the palace. ”

This Tian worships a white-headed and white-bearded person, quite a bit of dust, is a monk in the realm of Linghai, in the entire Tiantai Kingdom, he is a monk of this kind of person. Tian Xianfeng thought for a while and said: "This hill looks like it is artificially piled up, if there is a friend of the Daoist to help, this matter is easy, this seat urges the wind to travel the spiritual method, and the Daoist friend will help to rain some rain first, and the soil layer above will soon be able to be cut." ”

Lord Lu went to ask Luo Yuanzheng's opinion again, and Luo Yuanzheng was also very face-saving, so he responded in one bite.

After removing all the people, Luoyuan was looking at the sky, and it was not until a cloud passed over the hill that he took out his spiritual weapon, the three-yuan water gathering flag, which was golden-handled and silver-faced, and the flag was embroidered with three dragons with their ends connected. I saw him wave the flag with both hands, and the faint blue light sprinkled in all directions, and the three dragons turned into phantoms, flew out of the flag, and hovered endlessly on the top of the hill. A moment later, the sky within a radius of four or five miles was overcast, and countless water vapors gathered from all directions, gathering into a black cloud. After a while, a light rain fell from the sky, this hill had been subjected to heavy rain a few days ago, this time it encountered the courtyard was casting a spell, not long ago, muddy water mixed with grass and trees poured down, so it seems that this hill is really not very reliable.

Tian Fengfeng looked at it for a while, his face was full of joy, and he said: "The thousand spiritual rain of the fallen Taoist friends is decided, and with the help of the Sanyuan Water Flag, it is really the only good way to rain." ”。

The rain fell intermittently for an hour, and seeing that the floating soil was getting more and more, the courtyard stopped casting spells. After an hour of casting a spell, the courtyard was calm and light, as if it had done a trivial thing that didn't matter.

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