"Bang dang...... Boom... Bang, click, click. He Zhizhou's face was full of anger and his face was pale, and he kicked the copper basin containing hot water into the air, rolling down the mountain road all the way, making a series of piercing sounds.

Looking at the empty copper basin that finally stopped and landed on a stone step, and finally quieted down, and with a flick of his hand, the small bottle of golden medicine came out of his hand, and he didn't know where it flew into the grass next to the mountain road, and it disappeared all of a sudden.

Since Lord He just stopped the rescue to take shelter from the rain because of the heavy rain, his spirit has always been a little unable to concentrate, and he will be in a daze from time to time, and his mind is blank. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and stared at the copper basin not far below, silent. After a long while, Fang Cai walked down the mountain without looking back, and said coldly as he walked: "Master Yuan, you are in charge here, you must speed up the progress, this official must see people alive and corpses when he dies." Lu Zhutou, you immediately follow the official back to the Zhizhou Mansion, and follow quickly. ”

"Yes, sir." Lu Zhutou immediately put down the crowbar in his hand, followed quickly, caught up with Master He, and followed him down the mountain step by step. In the blink of an eye, after a while, after walking around a bend in the mountain road, the two disappeared.

Seeing that Master He and Lu Zhutou were gone, and their faces were covered with mud, Master Yuan, who was a little stunned, finally let out a hysterical roar: "What are you still doing in a daze?" Work for Lao Tzu, do the work. ”

The servants who remained, you look at me, I look at you, they all sat on the ground or on the stones, and some of them just lay down, motionless, exhausted and tired like a dog, and no one wanted to move any more.

"Get up, get up, get up for this master......" Master Yuan staggered back and forth between the officials, pulling up this, falling that, pulling up that, falling another, and finally all the remaining officials lay down, and some of them were already snoring like thunder in this moment.

"Get up, give it to me, I'll get up." Master Yuan's mouth kept chattering, his body staggered, and his whole body was weak, and he fell into the trampled mud and fell asleep grogily.

Thinking about him as a master, although he has no fame, he can be regarded as a scholar at all, when has he ever done such a heavy physical work. Just now, my own lord and the general of the East China Sea were at this scene, and I had no choice, I worked hard to pick up the soil and pry the stones with this group of rough envoys, and my whole body was already in pain as if it was about to fall apart.

At the moment of falling, Master Yuan thought in his heart: The master of Zhizhou in his own family will definitely recruit many people to come up this mountain soon. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the master he knows.

The wind in the mountains blew gently, the branches trembled, the leaves swayed, and the little rain scattered and fell on the people who were lying down, but the slightest bit of coolness could not startle or wake up the people who were falling asleep. The snoring gradually sounded like thunder, one after another.

After the first exhaustion of the showers, the glowing sky gradually dimmed again, and it seemed that it was almost dark, and night was approaching.

At the Donghai Dam, a team of soldiers patrolling the embankment is conducting a carpet search of the embankment, leaving special personnel on duty at the embankment where it is most likely to cause pipe surges or collapses.

The vast East China Sea, under the gradually darkening sky, seems to be becoming more and more quiet and calm. Since ancient times, people, especially those who live on the edge of this sea, have always had a sense of awe and ignorance about the windless or three-foot waves. Maybe it's because there are so many unknowns and mysteries under that sea level, in that deep sea, in the depths of the deep trenches.

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Nameless vomited for a long time, and finally stopped, looking at his right hand, which was covered in mud and emitting a foul smell, and shook his head speechlessly. At the moment, he mobilized the innate true qi of the Taoist in his body, and pinched a condensation trick casually.

With a "bang......", a large cloud of clear water was generated out of thin air.

Nameless was cleaning and handling his hands, and he secretly wondered in his heart. How did he condense such a large cloud of water all of a sudden, and the moisture in the air around him seemed to be very heavy, where was he here?

After washing his hands, Nameless stared at the huge circular platform-like column in front of him for a moment. What's inside this sludge?

Nameless muttered and muttered a few times, but in the end, he couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and activated his true yuan power, his hands rose obliquely, waved elegantly to both sides, and shouted softly: "Dust removal immortal formula, disperse."

I saw that the true qi in front of me was agitated, and the mud on the huge pillar in front of me began to fall to the ground below. After a while, the ground behind him was empty except for where he was standing, and the mud on the ground in the rest of the directions slowly accumulated more and more. With the agitation and promotion of the True Yuan Force, it was slowly flowing everywhere on the ground of this empty hall like a mudslide. With his cultivation in the Qi refining period, he still can't control things accurately, and he is far from reaching the subtle realm that can only be controlled by the construction period.

After about a cup of tea, just when Nameless felt that the true yuan power in his body was about to be consumed, the mud on the thick pillar in front of him finally slipped down from the top of the hall to the bottom.

It's a lot of dirt that's been accumulating over the years. Looking at the empty hall in front of him, everywhere he could see, it was already covered with thick silt, and Nameless couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Fortunately, when he was casting the spell just now, he also ran the Taoist Innate Inner Breath Dafa and held his external breath, otherwise he would definitely be smoked to death by the incomparably foul smell emitted by these sludges.

"Condensation."

"......" is a large ball of clear water condensed out of thin air, along this huge column, slowly floating towards the top of the main hall. After reaching the top of the temple, it quickly swirled and swam from top to bottom like a swimming dragon along the top of the tall pillar, which had been only half as thick as before, because of the removal of the silt.

"Boom ......" The clear water flow was guided by the true yuan force, constantly rotating around the surface of the column, gradually becoming more and more turbid, and then it turned into a jet black like ink, like a black dragon circling and flying around the pillar.

By the time the water dragon quickly wound and rotated from the top of the pillars in the hall to the bottom, the water was no longer water, but a black mud that was slowly seeping into the freshly accumulated silt on the floor of the main hall.

Nameless gasped a few times, and white heat began to rise on his head. I just held my breath and condensed, trying my best to control this somewhat nondescript and shapeless water dragon with my true yuan strength, cleaning the pillar in front of me, and finally I was almost so tired that I didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood. I don't know where those ancient cultivators used their true yuan power when they were not only practicing on their own weekdays, but also when they were fighting with others. I guess it's also used to remove dust and do some cleaning and cleaning. Otherwise, if you don't clean your place for a long time, won't it be a mess?

Although the pillar that had been reduced to half the thickness of the column had just been cleaned from top to bottom by Nameless's own specious water dragon condensed and controlled by Taoist techniques, standing in front of it and looking closely, there were still many large patches of rust on this iron pillar that seemed to be made of black iron.

I saw that on this iron pillar, the convex body was engraved with a white dragon of unknown material, and the dragon's head was facing downward. And the dragon's body spiraled up the pillar, and I don't know where it went. Anyway, Nameless had enough eyesight, and looked at the top of the hall, which was about ten zhang high, and he couldn't see the white dragon tail engraved on this pillar.

Looking at the scene of the dragon's head facing downwards and facing the ground, I wonder if either the rusty iron column was upside down when it was first placed, or the white dragon engraved and inlaid with the convex inlay was upside down. I think it should be the former, because I have never seen a coiling dragon pillar with a "heavenly dragon around the pillar", like this one in front of me, the dragon head is actually downward, facing the ground of this hall. You must know that the dragon flies for nine days, and the dragon soars all over the world, these are all soaring postures, all of which are dragon heads facing the sky, roaring and majestic, or fierce and terrifying.

Nameless in the Ghost Valley Mountain, in the past ten years, although he has not often walked in the world, he has also followed the Duomeng Dao down the mountain several times, has been to some historical and cultural places of interest, and has seen a lot of materials of coiling dragon pillars. There is a very precious golden silk wood carefully carved from it; There are those huge and monolithic mountain rocks that are specially searched, but are specially searched, and the texture is unusually hard; There is a stone that is said to be actually a stone material, but it is called white marble, and it is carved and inlaid by some relief and other techniques; And so on and so forth.

I don't know where my master has gone, or what the situation is now. Although he has ill intentions towards himself, he was raised by him after all. If it weren't for him, maybe he really died in the water curtain cave on March 3 sixteen years ago. As for their own parents......

Hi, don't think about it, don't think about it so much, Nameless shook his head.

Back then, Daoist Duomeng didn't talk about anything in too much detail, but sometimes when the mood came, he would talk about it. Some of them heard it, but more of it didn't get into their ears. In short, I have never seen or heard of the carved or inlaid dragon on the pillars of the dragon pillars, and this dragon head is facing the ground below. Even in the many Taoist classics that I have read, I have never seen any text in any classic book that describes and introduces the Coiling Dragon Pillar in the historical monuments or the Heavenly Blessed Land of Xianjia Cave, just like the Coiling Dragon Pillar in front of me at this time.

How could the dragon's head fall from the ground and fall upside down? Nameless secretly wondered in his heart, and slowly walked around the black iron pillar of the coiling dragon that had revealed his true face because of his own efforts to clear and clean.

Although the section of the coiling dragon iron pillar standing in this hall is now more than half the thickness and circumference when it was wrapped in silt at the beginning, it is still too thick.

Nameless lowered his head for a while, raised his head for a while, and confirmed in his heart that this white dragon that he didn't know what material it was made of and inlaid with it, according to his observation and speculation for a while, should have been made of sterling silver, because since the true face was revealed in the thick silt package, the white dragon relief on this too thick black iron pillar has been changing color, and is gradually turning from bright silver to white gray, and some are faintly changing to dark gray.

In those days in the Ghost Valley Mountain, although Daoist Duomeng rarely communicated with him other than cultivation, some rumors and legends about the refining of the Taoist Jindan were also mentioned to him occasionally. This silver or mercury will gradually turn gray and black when exposed to the air for a long time, and the mercury will slowly solidify, and you still know it.

The silver-white dragon relief on this black iron pillar has been wrapped in thick silt for I don't know how many years, and it is normal for it to change color and turn black when suddenly exposed to the air.

Look at this piece of dragon body in front of you, it is really carved lifelike, the predecessor who cast this huge and thick coiling dragon pillar and now I don't know the specific height must be a skilled craftsman.

Looking at the clear, lifelike, and faintly glowing scales on the coiled dragon in front of him, Nameless stretched out his right hand again.