The cave that Shake Light found is behind the waterfall.

It was dark and there was no sound.

There is nothing on the body that can illuminate the light, and even if it is soaked in the lake, it still has to be scrapped.

She thought sadly, could it be that she was going to freeze to death here?

Shaking Light slowly crouched down, took out a dagger from his boot, and then held the dagger, carefully groping his way into the cave.

In the dark, the eyes cannot see clearly, and the sense of smell and hearing becomes very sensitive.

She walked very slowly inside.

Something soft on your feet seems to be some straw.

Straw?

How could this thing exist? Suddenly I felt so weird.

Shake the light and continue to grope inside.

Gradually, a light scent lingered in her nose.

It seems to be even weirder.

Shaking Light carefully held his breath and decided not to leave, to spend the night here first, and then continue to look inside until dawn.

In the darkness, the shaking light slowly retreated to the place where there was straw just now, and sat down carefully.

The clothes on his body were still wet, and he didn't dare to move when he shook the light, for fear of attracting something bad.

She sat cross-legged on the edge of the straw, breathing slowly, lucky for a week, sure that there would be no stranding, so she continued to regulate her internal breath, and by the way, she used internal force to dry the clothes on her body, otherwise she would have caught a cold after this night.

The night was dark, and the gathering of the Qing Talk Conference ended quickly, although someone went into the ring to fight a few painless fights, but it couldn't stir up any splash at all.

Xuan Qingyi found Qingwen after the end.

"Uncle Shi, do you know where Shaoguang went?"

Qingwenbi likes to drink as much as Shaoguang, and he is drinking to his heart's content at the moment, when he saw Xuan Qingyi asking where Shaoguang went with a little urgency, he began to sigh in his heart that they had a deep brotherhood.

He hooked his wine glass, a little drunk, "The clothes that were shaken were sprinkled with wine, she went back to the hall to change her clothes, and she may have washed and slept directly at this time, this rebel is lazy, you don't have to worry about her, you can see her on the cloud platform tomorrow." ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi."

Xuan Qingyi got the news, so he could only reluctantly arrange the matter of interrogating Yuntai for his junior brother.

Just now, the little disciples of the Qingzhu Hall came to him, saying that they couldn't find Shaoguang, and they had to ask for the opinion of the big disciple of the Qingzhu Palace, and those little disciples didn't dare to go directly to Qingwenbi, so they could only trouble him, the senior brother of Qinghong Hall who had a good relationship with Shaoguang on weekdays.

Xuan Qingyi himself was also curious, because he hadn't seen Shaoguang since the banquet began, so he went to find Qingwenbi.

And now he can only help Shaoguang solve the matter of Yuntai first, and then find Shaoguang tomorrow.

Xuan Qingyi followed the little disciple of the Qingzhu Hall out of the hall and threw himself into the tedious affairs.

Jiang Seventeen pretended to be drunk once, taking advantage of the shaking light, and fell into an eerie silence after being pulled out by Bi Ruo.

He was thinking about the soft touch he had felt when he had deliberately fallen on Sha Guang's body and the fresh scent of medicine he had smelled.

Soft not like a man.

Jiang Qiqi suddenly reached out and pinched Bi Ruo's arm.

Hard-boned.

"Master? You, no, what are you doing? Bi Ruo's face was blinded.

Jiang Qiqi didn't give him an answer, and fell into deep thought again.

Bi Ruo has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, so he is all hard, but Wei Shaoguang should also have practiced martial arts since he was a child, but why is he very, different?

Jiang Seventeen, who has always been known as a smart person, encountered an unprecedented problem.

He pondered like this, and slowly returned to Liuyun Garden.

The night was deep, and Qingxiamen had been lively for a long time, and now it fell into silence.

The unusually bright full moon gradually moved from the northeast of the sky to the northwest of the night sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, covering everything in a layer of silver.

The hidden cave behind the Feiyun Waterfall slowly shone into the faint moonlight, and the cave was quiet, and the moonlight at the entrance of the cave had become faint through the refraction of the waterfall.

But the faint moonlight still alarmed the shaking light, who was closing his eyes and adjusting his inner breath.

She gently opened her eyes and blinked at the moonlight shining into the hole, relieving the discomfort caused by the sudden appearance of light.

Shake the light and sit in the dark, contemplating with his eyes closed.

It should be the middle of the night, and some secrets only bloom in the middle of the night, how about it?

She looked deeper into the cave.

When your vision has become accustomed to the darkness, in an environment that is not completely dark, you will always see something if you try to do it.

The fragrance that lingers on the tip of the nose is getting stronger, and it is a very fresh smell, like a flower.

Shake the light and look at the moonlight outside, and the never-ending waterfall.

Can't wait any longer.

Slowly standing up from the straw, shaking the light and holding the dagger in his hand, he walked gently into the cave in a defensive posture.

It seems that there is a continuous stream of dry straw under his feet, and he shakes it lightly and does not make a sound.

Only a vague outline could be seen in the darkness, and the shaking light walked towards a platform, just at the end of the visual range.

Walking up to him, Shaking Light stretched out his left hand to grope, and the dagger in his right hand was always ready.

The platform was supposed to be a place to sleep, and it was all dry straw and disorganized.

Shake the light used a dagger to remove the straw, launched a carpet search, and slowly groped from one side to the other.

Eventually, a discarded fire fold was harvested in the horns.

Not bad.

Shake Light finally felt a little relieved.

She took the fold of the fire, touched it with both hands, pulled the lid on it, approached her mouth, and blew hard, and a faint flame lit up.

Shaking the light and holding the fire fold, he took a rough look at the situation in the cave.

It was empty, with dry straw everywhere, and there were other passages in the cave that led to it.

Shake Light decided to make a simple torch.

By the faint light of the fire, she found a branch that was not very thick, and split a shallow cross crack with a dagger at the top, and then took off her coat, and took the dagger into strips of cloth, grabbed a handful of straw, tied it densely to the branches, and wrapped it around the straw and cloth strips, and repeated it several times, and a simple torch was ready.

Shake the light and jump on the stone platform, clean up most of the straw on it, and light the rest with a fire breaker.

The dry straw had a very low ignition point, and soon became a prairie fire, so I quickly extinguished the fire breaker and put it in my arms, and at the same time put the made torch on the burning pyre, and lit the shoddy torch.

Because it was not soaked in grease, the clothes on the torches were burned and quickly dripped down, revealing the straw inside, which was flammable, and revealing the dense clothing inside.

This torch is very weak and has a short lifespan.

Shake your brow and frown high.

Suffering from difficult conditions, let's solve it quickly.

Shake the light and step on the fire extinguisher, jump off the stone platform, choose a passage with the strongest fragrance just now, and walk in with a torch.

There was no messy straw in the passage, and the dust that had accumulated for a long time was slightly raised and dropped as he walked through, and he walked quickly with a torch, and after turning a corner, a staircase appeared going down.

Shaking the dagger in his hand, he paused for a moment and walked down.

The stairs went down, and there were oil lamps hanging on both sides, and he reached out and took one down, and lit it with the torch in his hand.

Abandon the torch that is about to burn out, shake the light and walk down with the lamp.

After a few turns, Shake Light was stopped by a stone door.

Holding the lamp close to the stone gate, he shook the light and saw a lifelike phoenix carved on it.

"Suzaku?"

She whispered.

Reach out and touch the phoenix, feel the cold lines, the phoenix leads the neck upward, the wings are stretched, and the surrounding is also engraved with the lines of flames, which is a scene of the phoenix bathing in fire.

The road is blocked here, but the fragrance does not disappear, but becomes stronger.

It's right behind this door.

Shaking the light up and down with the lamp, he stretched out his hand and fumbled, hoping to find a mechanism to open the stone door.

No.

"Is it opened by brute force?"

Shake Light placed the lamp on the stone steps behind him, took the dagger in his right hand and knocked along the edge of the stone door, then withdrew the dagger, shook the light rolled up his sleeves, and reached out to push the door.

The door didn't move at all.

Shake the light and reach for the bottom of the door, clasp the door with both hands, and try to lift it up.

The door remained unmoved.

Panting from the tiredness, he sat on his back on the ground and looked up at the stone gate.

The lines of the phoenix on the stone door have been extended upwards, and the feathers of the phoenix have been carved to the top of the door, flush with the edge.

Those nicks are deep, like ravines.

Wait a minute.

"I seem to have found a way."

Shake Light quickly got up, returned to the stairs and took down a lamp, there was a small amount of lamp oil in it, and Shake Light slowly poured the lamp oil down the phoenix's feathers.

Then a miraculous scene happened, the poured lamp oil did not slide down under the influence of gravity as expected, but seemed to be attracted, slowly flowing in the lines of the phoenix, and soon the lamp oil flowed out, and the light shook back to get a lamp, and poured it again.

The lamp oil filled all the nicks on it, and the totem on it changed, no longer a phoenix, but a mysterious totem.

"I'm also convinced by this operation, and those who don't know think I'm robbing the tomb."

Shaking the light held his chin and looked at the stone door in front of him, and sighed.

Turned around and picked up the lamp on the ground, approached the stone door, lit the grease from below, and instantly the flame burned along the nick, the mysterious totem became more and more weird in the flames, the phoenix bathed in fire, and really needed fire.

Then, with a creak, the stone door slowly opened.

Although the principle of opening the door is very unscientific, and even very mysterious, what can Wei Shaoguang do? I can only sigh: The wisdom of the ancients is unimaginable to future generations such as me, and it must not be classified as supernatural anyway.

In the strange atmosphere where a stone door was still burning, Shaoguang held a dagger in one hand and an oil lamp in the other, and cautiously walked into the secret room behind the stone door.

The secret room was quiet, and the strange fragrance became more and more intense, like a lily in a secret room, and the fragrance was excessive.

In the darkness, there was a ray of light in the secret room, and the pillar of light shrouded a white flower, and the fragrance was emitted from it.

There were two oil lamps on either side of the door, and Shake Light stepped forward to light them, and the lamps illuminated the darkness of the room, and Shake Light finally saw the furnishings in the secret room.

A table, a stool, and a bed are all made of stone.

Someone had carved these objects according to the texture of the stone, and the rest of the chamber was filled with books, and a sword was thrown at random on the stack.

Shaking Light placed the lamp in his hand on the stone table, approached the pile of books, and picked up the sword on it.

The scabbard was covered in dust, and Shake wiped it clean with his sleeve, revealing its original appearance.

It was pitch black, there was no decoration on the scabbard, the whole body was smooth and simple, the hilt was also black, made into a circle, and there was a convex ring in the middle, so that the stem of the hilt was like a black bamboo, and it was suitable to hold in the hand, and the sword boring was finely carved with moire, and the sword head was also carved with the same moire.

Draw out the sword, the sword body is made of traditional pattern steel, the hardness and toughness are good, and the top of the sword body is close to the place where the sword is boring, and two words are engraved: Peifeng.

"And then it's now the wind and the getaway." Shake the light and read softly, "Is this sword called Peifeng?" It's pretty good. ”

Shaking Guang couldn't put it down, he took the sword in his hand, and made a few cut, stab, and block movements, and put the sword into the sheath in one go.

"Good sword!"

Shaking Light has always lacked a weapon to take advantage of, but he didn't expect to meet a good sword in such a place.

It's just that I don't know who this place used to belong to, and it wouldn't be nice if I took someone else's things without permission.

However, no one has been here for a long time, and the dust in the secret room has piled up layer after layer.

Yes, it's fine.

Shaking Light thought uncertainly, and his eyes saw a book that was originally placed under the sword, and there were three words on it that attracted Shake Light's attention, and Shake Light reached out and took it, brushing off the dust on it, and the three words "Getaway" came into view.

"Well, don't let me see the word Zhuangzi, otherwise it will be too bloody." Sha Guang felt funny, opened the cover, and the two words on the home page startled Sha Guang.

Shen Yu.

This is the ancestor of Qingxiamen.

Oh my god!

Shake the light and shouted in his heart: I really took Long Aotian's script unintentionally, I'm sorry.

With excitement, I turned the page again, and a line was written on it:

All those who have practiced martial arts since ancient times seek superiority, what is it? A subset of scriptures and histories can be learned from them; Our generation has studied and studied in the realm of great opening and closing, looking for a product of its heart, and its happiness is Yongchang.