The murmur of the river stirring the calm after the storm, the clouds obscuring all the luster, the cold breath coming in, taking away the remaining body heat, and the frustration filling the remaining voids in everyone's hearts.

Yuna retracted her hands and stared at the rapidly condensing ice crystals on her fingers, burying her face in her knees, her silver hair hanging down to wrap her entire face.

Guilt, self-blame, fear...... All the pictures stopped at the scene where Ling Wenxuan fell into the water, she was powerless and useless......

"How long are you going to cry? useless Wai people. ”

Gui Xun'er's cold voice stinged her like a silver needle, and the combination of the three words "Wei people" could not erase the discrimination in them when they came out of the mouths of foreigners.

"Yes, I don't deserve to be with you. Yuna wiped her red eyes, her gaze was slightly cold, "If it were Lan Lingxiang, maybe Father Priest wouldn't have an accident, I'm such a fool, I always follow other people's decisions easily." ”

Yuna originally thought that Gui Xun'er would scold her in more fierce language, but the other party breathed a long sigh of relief: "Father, he is not dead. ”

"That's right, at least we haven't found his body yet, how can we jump to conclusions so easily?" Wang Zhaolin echoed as he mended the oars on the side and didn't raise his head.

"Why can you make this judgment. Yuna's heart suddenly ignited admiration for Gui Xun'er.

"With my years of experience following him, escaping death is like a common thing for him. ”

"So what do we do now?"

"Didn't Father Priest say that if something happens to him, a certain young master will be in charge of the command?"

"This ...... Ah...... Whatever, I can't be the master. Wang Zhaolin was hesitant, his face was slightly red, he knew that he was definitely not as good as Gui Xun'er in terms of qualifications.

"I guess the priest just said it verbally, and he didn't take you as a 'guide' seriously in his heart. Gui Xun'er shook her head and pointed to the front of the helm ship, "Now the terrain of the canyon is getting narrower and narrower, which means that we are already very close to the Qishui Dragon Palace. ”

The snow peak stands at the end of the river, straight through the sky, like a shocking dragon, looking at it, the clouds and mist are swirling, the cold air is pressing, it is difficult to see the true face of the top of the mountain. The water was cut off at the waist and slammed into the rock wall, resounding through the sky.

According to Wang Zhaolin's introduction, this is the sacred mountain that all their Junlong people worship in their hearts - Panlong Peak, which has only been mentioned in various historical materials and classics, and the first time it was discovered was traced back to Ziyun Kingdom a thousand years ago.

The roar of the river hitting the rock wall seemed to be mixed with the sound of shouting and killing...... A thousand years ago, the three hundred warriors of the Ziyun Kingdom died here, and a thousand years ago, King Linyun broke into the Qishui Dragon Palace alone, and a fearless sword brought the long-standing culture of the Junlong Clan, and the long-standing legend was truly presented in front of their eyes.

Wang Zhaolin bent his knees and knelt on the ground, his expression was grim, the young master who was giggling in the past suddenly disappeared, and he excitedly kowtowed three times towards the Dragon Peak: "Dad, the child is finally here, I will complete your will well, I hope that you can bless me in the spirit of heaven to find the fearless sword." ”

Lu Juji put down the matter at hand, slowly walked to Wang Zhaolin's side, and bowed to Panlong Peak: "Uncle passed away early, forgive us for not having a good impression of you, if you can hear the young master's prayer, please be sure to let him be safe." ”

As soon as he said this, Lu Juji regretted it a little, it was hard to imagine that he actually said such empty words, they were entering a dangerous situation, and he didn't want anyone to be safe at all except himself.

Even such a majestic mountain could not stop the speed of the river, and the raging waves rolled towards the natural cave in the middle of the mountain, and the four of them crouched on either side of the steering boat, holding the guardrail with both hands to ensure that they would not be scratched by the surrounding rock walls when entering the cave.

It turned out that they were too worried, the Panlong Peak Cave was far more spacious than they imagined, enough for four ships to pass side by side, even if it was a bottomless cave, it was impossible to never climb out, not to mention that it was not difficult to reach the other side of the mountain at this speed, as long as they grasped the direction, there would be no big problem.

Walking through the cave where you can't see your fingers, everyone can't shake off the fear, the area illuminated by the torches is very limited, there is no life in sight, and the rock walls on both sides are wet and silent. After sailing for a while, it stands to reason that they should be able to see the light shining from the other side of the mountain, and they thought that the Panlong Cave ran through the entire mountain, and it was only at the end of the voyage that they suddenly realized.

The cave is a backwater cave estimated to be about half the depth of the cross-section of the mountain, and the closer you get to the bottom of the cave, the slower the river becomes, and eventually it is blocked by a huge rock wall. It is certain that there must be an underground dark river flowing at the bottom of the Dragon Peak, and the amount of water from the upstream flows downstream through this narrow channel, and the Qishui Dragon Palace is hidden under this underground dark river.

The evidence supporting this inference is a scribbled map of the Qishui Dragon Palace, a relic of Wang Zhaolin's father, who had searched his father's room for a long time before leaving home, and that the map was drawn on his father's cloth clothes, which ordinary people would think were nothing more than decorative textures, but only he could see the inconsistencies between the textures, and thus discovered the secret of the map.

"Come and see, now that we are in this position, that is, the Qishui Dragon Palace is directly below us, the question is how can we get there?" Wang Zhaolin spread the map flat on the ground and pointed to the curved rock platform drawn on the map, which was where the four of them were currently standing.

After the rudder docked on the shore, Lu Juji was busy looking for a rock that could hold the ship, and the only one who responded to Wang Zhaolin was Gui Xun'er, and Youna stared at the huge red handwriting engraved on the rock wall.

The wind ravages the gorge in autumn,

The dragon interrupts the flow of divergent water.

The stars have rhyme to argue the truth and falsehood,

Excalibur was born to shake Kyushu.

Yuna silently finished reading the poem, and when she read "The Divine Sword Came to Shake Kyushu", she was already sure that the dreadnought sword they were looking for was here, but Gui Xun'er said that instead of studying the poems on the rock wall, it would be better to explore the nearby rock wall and see if she could find the hidden secret passage.

This ancient poem deals with the authenticity of the legend, and the storm just now proved that the so-called frost python does not exist at all, and they know very little about the historical materials of the Qishui Dragon Palace, and they don't know who wrote this poem, let alone expect to deduce the way to reach the entrance of the Dragon Palace. Of course, there is another possibility, the "legend" in Wang Zhaolin's mouth is partly true, after all, his father has been here, this map of the Dragon Palace can explain a lot, but even his father has not been able to find the Dreadnought Sword, how can they crack it?

The poems are carved and surrounded by nine real dragons, each of which is holding a pearl and its eyes are wide open, making it look lifelike. In an inconspicuous position below the rock face, there are also rectangular stone slabs made of thirty-six symbols.

The symbols on the slate are composed of solid circles and curves, and the horizontal and vertical columns are counted to six, and each symbol has a different appearance, some like tree buds, some like chairs, and some like small people...... In short, each symbol represents a meaning. The learned nun Gui Xun'er recognized this symbol at a glance, an ancient star alphabet symbolizing the thirty-six stars of Tiangang, created by the dragon clan who worship the stars, and is the language of the dragon clan.

Recognizing this kind of writing does not mean that she understands the dragon language, just when Mei Xun'er was anxious, Wang Zhaolin beside her let out an exclamation: "Oh my God! I can understand it!"

Between the words, all kinds of ancient books that Wang Zhaolin had read flashed through his brain like lightning: in the dragon culture, "nine" is a symbol of dignity and auspiciousness, which originated from the nine stars of the four directions, and the thirty-six stars of Tiangang are composed of the nine stars of the four constellations Tianmen, Disha, Daozhong, and Xuanbei. In the dragon language, every three letters constitute a sound, and the three sounds express a word, exactly nine letters, which fully reflects the dragon family's worship of "four directions and nine stars".

Why are there nine real dragon sculptures on the rock wall? What is this poem as a quatrain with the word "nine"? In particular, the number of letters on the rectangular stone slab is exactly divisible by "nine", and the most shocking thing is that Wang Zhaolin has not learned the dragon language, is this his innate ability?

With layers of doubts, Wang Zhaolin's fingers took turns to touch the Xingyun letters on the slate, forming the meaning of the words "Tianmen", "Disha", "Daozhong" and "Xuanbei", a total of thirty-six times, all the letters on the slate were touched by him one by one, and then, a miracle happened.

Suddenly, the letters on the stone slab became extremely dazzling, and the golden light formed a straight pillar of light, shooting towards the floor where the four people were, and before they had time to react, they only heard a "boom", and the ground cracked.

Beneath the crack was a smooth stone circular tunnel, with nothing to climb, so they went from the initial huddle to the next to the other to slide down the tunnel, the process was so thrilling that if there was a sharp object between the tunnels, they would surely die, but fortunately, the tunnel was long and narrow, but the bottom was a soft sponge object, so that they were unscathed.

When they got off the soft thing, they almost didn't get the guts out of their throats, it turned out that it was an octopus skin as wide as a building, and you can imagine how terrible it was when it was alive, and this skin remained intact after thousands of years, using an unknown antiseptic technology.

After pat the dust off their bodies, they continued on their way, and a beautiful scene came into view: the deep night sky, full of stars, seemed to be still, and seemed to move slowly, solemn and intoxicatingly quiet. The towers and courtyards with golden roofs and red pillars loom in the light mist, like a fairy world.

This situation suddenly made them feel very wrong, first of all, the Qishui Dragon Palace was located at the bottom of the Panlong Cave, and above them was the turbulent Qishui River, and the Dragon Palace was a confined space surrounded by river water. Secondly, the strange night scene, you must know that it is a sunny day outside, and it is inevitable to feel a sense of time confusion here.

For the beauty of the Qishui Dragon Palace, they admired from the bottom of their hearts, there is such a place in the world, which has been sleeping for thousands of years, and still cannot be ruled by darkness.