After leaving the palace, the three of them went out of the city to the west, and Ye Qing said that there was a Tu Mountain in the northwest direction, and the Frost Condensing Sword was placed there by her.

"What the hell is the Frost Sword?" Hu Yingfeng, who did not wear glasses, deliberately pushed the frame of the glasses and learned to speak from Sherlock Holmes.

"When you see it, you can ask for yourself."

"It? Is it him, or is it her? He dragged out the last note, meaning something.

Ye Qing gave him a roll of his eyes, ignoring him, and when Rong Sheng passed by him, he commented.

"Congratulations, scum has reached a new level."

Ye Qing snorted and couldn't hold back his laughter, Rong Sheng was sarcastic that a scumbag like him was even interested in a sword, but she glanced at the two, and their relationship seemed to have changed for the better?

On the way to Tu Mountain, Ye Qing roughly told Wang Dali about it, the purple jade and the frost sword had been placed together, and the breath of the hydra appeared in the purple jade, indicating that there should be something wrong with the frost sword, and the frost sword was said to have gone to HK, if it fell into the hands of someone with a heart, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This time back to ancient times, I was fortunate enough to come to the place where the Frost Sword was stored, is it a connection in the underworld?

Thinking of this, Ye Qing couldn't help but speed up his steps.

And after listening to Ziyu's story, Hu Yingfeng complained for a while, there was such a "fun" thing, but Ye Qing didn't bring him.

"By the way, frost is more than just a sword, right?"

"I used it to suppress the Hydra in Tushan to prevent it from doing evil."

"Why don't you just kill that hydra?"

Ye Qing recalled the scene at that time and smiled helplessly.

"I struggled with it for more than fifty days before I cut off six of its heads, and finally I had to enclose him in the frost, which is not only a sharp weapon, but also a storage space."

The storage function of the Frost Condensation Sword is similar to the Trapped Beast Bottle that Kun once took out, the Trapped Beast Bottle can store some beasts with weak aura and immortals and demons under a thousand years, while Ye Qing's Frost Condensation Sword is larger and more powerful, and it can even lock up a sage with 10,000 years of spiritual power inside!

If Ye Qing can't find the Frost Sword on Tu Mountain now, it means that the sword has been taken away a long time ago, and as soon as she returns to modern times, she must go to HK immediately.

Hu Yingfeng couldn't help but speak: "More than fifty days? Hydra is so powerful? ”

The modern man commonly known as the hydra is a mythical creature of the West, in fact, it is the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" mentioned in the willow, a kind of ancient fierce god, the snake body is nine-headed, the skin is blue-green, there is a tiger spot, the willow eats countless people, and everywhere it goes, it becomes a swamp.

To deal with it, Ye Qing put a lot of thought into it.

Helpless, she was finally exhausted, so she could only give up the Frost Sword to suppress it, but if the Frost Sword had left Tu Mountain, the Hydra was very likely to break through the shackles of the sword body and escape to cause disaster to the world.

After listening, Hu Yingfeng looked adoring, he really wanted to see her sassy and heroic appearance back then.

Hu Yingfeng showed a smile that showed a puzzle, Rong Sheng glanced at it, and tightened Ye Qing's sleeves.

"The professional smirk-seeded player is back on the scene."

"Gently, it's so infiltrating."

Ye Qing covered his eyes and glared at Hu Yingfeng: "Don't laugh, children will have nightmares when they see it." ”

"Nightmares?" Hu Yingfeng was speechless, the girl saw the beautiful face of the prosperous world who could dream of spring, and in their eyes, how could she become a nightmare monster?

As they spoke, the three of them walked across the open flat land outside the city, and in the distance they became mountains, steep and mostly cliffs, and they were suddenly stunned when they bypassed a maroon mountain.

Ye Qing and the three of them were shocked by the scene in front of them!

Dozens of meters away from the mountain next to him is a cliff, and beyond the cliff is still a cliff, and between the cliffs are rows of hanging coffins!

Looking at it, there are at least thousands of hanging coffins!

The hanging coffin is one of the burial styles of the southern ethnic minorities in ancient China, and belongs to one of the cliff burials. Dig into the cliff and place one end of the coffin in it, and the other end on a nail stake on the cliff, or fix the whole coffin on the cliff.

Reacting, Ye Qing stepped forward and stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down.

At the bottom of the cliff, there are countless tombstones, which are obviously also part of the cemetery.

She looked up, and a goshawk was hovering overhead.

Ye Qing's eyes sank, it seemed that it had been many years since she put the Frost Sword on Tu Mountain, and when she came, there was no large tomb group here, and there was no custom of hanging the coffin on the cliff wall back then.

Moving on, they finally moved away from the hanging coffin, but they came across a coffin shop.

Unlike any coffin shop Ye Qing had ever seen before, this shop was like a small village with seven or eight families, with two middle-aged men at the door polishing the coffin board shirtless, biting a straw in their mouths.

"Let's go there."

Before the three of them could speak, someone pointed to a room at the head of them.

The wooden house is also different from the others, it is made entirely of wood, and what is particularly surprising is that the wooden panels on the outside of the house are painted with many patterns, which are colorful, rich in shape, and lifelike.

Walking in, Ye Qing's hand unconsciously stroked a butterfly on the wooden board, and the butterfly with a light green pattern was staying on a cluster of Qili incense.

Seeing this, her brow furrowed even deeper.

When she came back to her senses, Hu Yingfeng and Rong Sheng had already entered the house.

She followed, and as soon as she entered the room, her eyes fell on an urn resting on a high platform.

Since the dead are buried between or at the bottom of the cliff, how can anyone choose cremation?

There was someone in the room, only a man in a light-colored robe, who was hunched over, with a cutter in his hand, and looked intently at the lines on the boards, looking less like an ordinary coffin maker and more like a carver.

Several people stood in the doorway to block his light, and he turned his face sideways and asked, "What kind of coffin are you going to make?" ”

Just a casual glance, suddenly, the man stiffened.

He got up slowly, looked at the woman at the end of the puzzled, and half-believed: "You, are you back?" ”