["Found it!"]

Zhiwai quietly hid in the woods, watching the moon god moon slide from one corner of the sky to the other, and the Tiangong moon in the distance slightly emitted the red light of the sun, dyeing the bright night sky with a touch of red. The insects in autumn are not much different from those in summer, probably because of the different climate of Wudang Mountain, these insects still sound full of life, as if they are still living in the summer heat.

The continuous insect chirping made Zhiwei have to be more vigilant and listen more carefully to the movements outside the insects.

He looked at the bushes where Cai Gong was hiding. The boy was equally motionless.

Half an hour has passed, and there has been no movement in the Xuanjing Palace, Chen Jian probably found the secret room hidden in it, but why hasn't he come out yet?...... Maybe there were too many gramophone urns, and he had to find and listen to them one by one in order to get the content related to that past.

The wait is far away, and the childish cry can't help but sigh.

I've never been so impulsive in my life, even when that happened......

Over the years, in order to integrate into the people of Middle-earth, he pretended to be an optimistic and cheerful person, and this deception has subtly changed himself. Chen Jian invited him to take risks tonight, if it was a few years ago, he would have flatly refused, but in the past half a month, he joined forces with Chen Jian, although at first he was just to see Shen Shuoxia, but now, he wants to help Chen Jian reveal the truth from the bottom of his heart.

Or maybe he wants to know the truth himself.

Childish crying can't figure it out.

He shook his head with a wry smile, thinking that he should let Huangfu Qing pick him up in case of accidents.

However, at present, it seems that no one has noticed that someone is invading the Xuanjing Hall today, not only today, but no one should dare to break into the Xuanjing Hall at any time, this is the most sacred place in Wudang, and even the highest symbol of the current martial arts.

After tonight, it could be ruined.

The autumn wind swells towards the mountain peaks like a rice field, the rustling sound makes people quite uneasy after listening, the moonlight falling from the sky against the wind, sinking in the hazy hills, Wudang Mountain seems to be immersed in the rolling river, the mountains disappear in the darkness one after another, and slowly reveal a white corner.

Childish weeping calmly listened to the sounds of nature, when suddenly, a murmur coldly pierced the eardrums.

Someone's coming!

Childish Cry lowered his voice, narrowed his eyes and closed his gaze, looking intently at the road up the mountain.

"Rustle...... Rustle......"

The gentle pace seemed to come from an old man who took a walk after dinner, and that person had no intention of hiding his breath, and if he was from Wudang, there was no need to hide it.

Sensing danger from the calm, he turned his body very slowly like a snail, and soon found the owner who made the sound.

It's Zhang Shenghan!

Childish tears widened her eyes.

The Wudang Sect Master was walking towards the Xuanjing Hall without distraction.

Did he find Chen Jian?

Now that Chen Jian must have entered the secret passage, even if he blows the whistle, it will be useless! What should I do? Stop him directly? But what reason should be used to explain why he appeared in such a sensitive place at this time?

Zhiwei thought of a wonderful reason, and was just about to show up, but found that there were other people behind Zhang Shenghan.

Zhang Shenghan was so close to him that he could already see the number of people on the other side.

In addition to Zhang Shenghan, there are three unknown Wudang protectors, as well as two Wudang elders......

How could there be so many people in the Xuanjing Hall tonight?

"Find Chen Jian, don't bother talking, just punish him. Zhang Shenghan turned around and said, "Guo Xu, you bring Ross here, if he doesn't obey - kill." ”

"Yes. ”

Guo Xu seems to be the hall master of Zhenwu Hall.

Zhi Xi felt a gaze, he twisted his neck with difficulty, and Cai Gongzheng, who was opposite, asked what to do with his eyes.

"That's right. ”

Zhang Shenghan's voice came from the front of the Xuanjing Hall again. I saw that he suddenly changed his direction and walked towards Zhiwai!

"Let's deal with the rats hiding first. ”

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The further you go inside, the wider the tunnel becomes, and the tunnel still curves inward at an imperceptible angle.

Chen Jian suddenly understood what shape this tunnel was.

It is made up of two circles of different sizes, and the inner circle is offset towards the entrance, so that no matter which direction you go from the entrance, you will reach the "midpoint", which is also the "end".

Chen Jian was standing in the most spacious part of the tunnel at the moment, a distinctive stone wall caught his attention, with only uncarved and complex traces, precipitating the breath of history, and it was clear that it was a door to a more hidden place.

Chen Jian knocked on the stone door vigorously, and an ethereal sound immediately echoed behind the door.

"Is it right behind here?"

The back of the other walls is solid, and only when you hit it will it make a sound. He searched for a moment, but found nothing like a mechanism.

How should this door be opened?

The lines on the door are very strange, neither Wudang's exercises, nor symbolic dragons and phoenixes, but arcs of unknown reason, as if they are countless entangled white snakes.

Thinking of the wriggling snake, Chen Jian couldn't help but get goosebumps.

These arcs seem to complement the circle of the entire underground building, as if all hinting at something. The arcs are thick and thin, like meandering canals, and they develop from the edge of the door and eventually converge into a circular depression on the upper left. Chen Jian thought about it and felt that these lines might correspond to the meridians of the person, and the circle was the heart.

The circle is on the top left, which is also correct in terms of position.

But what does this mean? Is it hard to stick it on this door?

After experiencing the torture of blood and water, Chen Jian didn't want to stick to something with unknown origins, but at the moment it seemed that he couldn't find a better way, the more time he wasted here, the more complicated the situation outside became.

"Come on. ”

Chen Jian gritted his teeth and made up his mind to stick to the stone door.

The door is larger than a human, and the circular position is above the heart, but that doesn't affect anything.

The moment Chen Jian touched the door, the Ze Qi in his body began to be released uncontrollably, but other than that, he didn't feel anything else, so he was quite patient and waited for the Ze Qi to come out, and waited for it to change.

The golden zeqi flowed along the tiny groove to the circular depression, converging from the trickle into a rushing torrent, and after being moistened by the zeqi, the door seemed to come to life, flashing in the darkness with the light of the heartbeat, and the small groove filled with zeqi seemed to be stirring with Chen Jian's pulse.

It didn't take long for a continuous sound of mechanism to be heard behind the wall, and the door began to rotate counterclockwise, and Chen Jian stuck motionless against the door.

The door turned one hundred and eighty degrees, and he was ushered into a brand new passage.

"Hah, what the hell is this......"

Chen Jian left through the gate.

What crooked ways are people in this era studying?

Thinking that there had been people who had entered here in the same way before, he felt sick, and after the nausea, he began to look around.

For some reason, it was brighter and more airy, and he could even faintly smell the scent of grass and earth, as if the earth was not far above him.

Chen Jian continued to walk towards the depths of the tunnel, and the huge rotunda suddenly appeared in front of him, and countless bronze urns of similar shape were neatly arranged on curved wooden frames.

"Found it!"

Chen Jian was very happy, but he couldn't help but be discouraged when he saw that there were so many of them.

He dragged his tired body towards the gramophone urn.

Since it is so neatly arranged, it means that someone has sorted out these things, and there should be traces to follow anyway, most likely to be placed in chronological order.

This is the most time-saving solution that Chen Jian can think of.

But—

There seems to be no need to do that.

A series of recent footprints were not obvious on the sandstone floor, but they were still noticed by Chen Jian, and these footprints led to one of the hundreds of wooden shelves.