Away from the south of Wangjiang City, close to the southeast coast, there is a towering mountain, called Fangcun Mountain, there is a group of buildings standing in the mountain, it is the Fangcun Taoist Sect. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As far as the eye can see, the whole building complex presents a circular arrangement, full of pavilions and jade buildings, rockery nurseries, one after another houses and courtyards extend one after another, all kinds of masonry and jade paved roads cross and cross, between coming and going, you can clearly see many young disciples wearing Taoist robes.

This is the mountain gate of the Fangcun Dao Sect.

Compared with the majestic atmosphere of the Yunhai Sect, the layout in the Fangcun Dao Sect is simple and natural.

In the center of the circular complex, there is a large hall with gray walls and blue tiles, which is also the largest building in the entire Fangcun Dao Sect.

The main hall was empty, and there was nothing to decorate it inside, except for the strong and powerful plaque that hung outside the door. Although it looks simple, it has a kind of precipitation of the years, and the feeling of ancient and vicissitudes of life is shocking no matter how many times it comes.

Lin Hang stood outside the door of the hall, looking up at the four big characters on the plaque on the door of the main hall, his eyes flickering.

These four words are the core of his Fang Cun Dao Sect, and within the square inch, he seeks the only one. Even in the square size of the heaven and earth, the only way is required, which is also a kind of perseverance.

"Head, Lin Hang begged to see him. ”

"Come in!"

Inside the hall, a calm voice came, and the door creaked and opened.

Lin Hang straightened his shirt slightly, and then stepped in.

As soon as you enter the main hall, there is a hall, which is paved with hard bluestone, extending to the first floor of steps, and as you look up the steps, you will see a gray futon, on the futon, a middle-aged man in a cyan robe sits in it.

He is the head of the Fangcun Dao Sect, Luo Yingtian.

"Meet the master. Lin Hang saluted respectfully.

"No need to be polite. Luo Yingtian nodded slightly, and said softly: "You just came back from Wangjiang City, do you have something important to tell you?"

Lin Hang is the leader of the young disciples of this generation of Fang Cun Dao Sect, he is a senior brother, he is calm in his work, and his methods are old and spicy, whether it is cultivation or temperament, they are quite satisfied with these elders.

Last time, Lin Hang was ordered to go to Wangjiang City, on the one hand, to investigate the information of the 'Five Poisons Scholar', and on the other hand, to explore the shop, and he returned to the mountain gate not long after.

"Returning to the head of the house, it is the key to the 'tomb of the King of Jin'. Lin Hang sorted out his words, and then said, "The disciple and others have already investigated the key to the 'Tomb of King Jin', which is in the hands of the shopkeeper, but they are unable to recover it, and they ask the head to punish them." ”

"Has it fallen into the hands of outsiders?"

Luo Yingtian pondered slightly, "It is said that there is the existence of the saint realm behind that shop, and although the key to the tomb of King Jin is precious, it is not worth offending a saint for this. ”

Who's to say it isn't?

Lin Hang smiled bitterly, "But a few junior disciples were angry there, and they didn't seem to be reconciled, and after returning to the sect, they went to a few senior uncles to complain." ”

His juniors and disciples are all the heirs of the elders of the sect, and they are usually favored by the elders, and they have never suffered twists and turns in the sect.

Luo Yingtian shook his head, there is this kind of thing in any sect, and it can't be managed.

"It still needs to be sharpened. ”

"I've worked hard for you this time, and as for the key, it doesn't matter if you can't get it back. ”

The key to the tomb of King Jin is special, it requires a specific time and a specific method, and even if ordinary people get it, it is a treasure covered with dust.

"There is still a month, several major sects will join forces to open the tomb of King Jin, within this month, you should prepare well, and after entering, you will be responsible for the safety of your junior brothers and sisters. ”

The tomb of King Jin is a secret treasure.

But it's not safe, not only are there many demon beasts inside, but the disciples of other sects are also troublesome.

"Yes, sir. Lin Hang's voice responded.

Luo Yingtian nodded, his eyes full of appreciation.

Lin Hang is the most outstanding among the generations of disciples of the Fang Cun Dao Sect, and he is also the most satisfying one.

With his current cultivation, it is enough to get a lot of gains in the tomb of King Jin.

"There is still half a year to go, and the 'Champion Award' of the Shenwu Empire will be opened. ”

"When the time comes, countless Tianjiao heroes will go to Kyoto to compete for the name of 'champion'. ”

"The experience in the tomb of King Jin is to hope that you can have sufficient growth in a short period of time, and after half a year, don't let the sect down. ”

"Yes, sir!"

"The nine major sects, the young disciples of the five major demon sects of this generation are all good, and when the time comes, in the tomb of King Jin, there will be a lot of confrontation. ”

"Let's be prepared!"

"Yes, sir. ”

......

"I see. ”

On the side of Wangjiang City, Chu He took off the sunglasses on his face and looked thoughtful.

Another two weeks have passed, and after two weeks, through the remote monitoring of nanoworms, he finally figured out the time when the tomb of King Jin was opened, and how to enter it.

Not only that, but with the actions of the few Fang Cun Dao Sect disciples who were being monitored, he obtained more information about the tomb of the King of Jin, and even got the map of the interior of the tomb of the King of Jin.

Of course, the map was very incomplete, and it was only a part of the exploration of the disciples of the Fang Cun Dao Sect in the past dynasties.

"It's enough. ”

In front of the counter, Chu He smiled faintly, and he was obviously in a good mood.

Now, after receiving a lot of information, he also figured out what kind of place the tomb of King Jin was.

To put it simply, it's a secret place.

Moreover, it is a man-made secret realm, the whole secret realm, is a huge cemetery, legend, the center of the secret realm, there is a burial of the body of the king of Jin, which is pregnant with a big secret, but unfortunately no one has been able to find it so far.

Because there are restrictions on entering the tomb of King Jin.

This is the secret treasure left by the King of Jin to the descendants of the descendants, and it was in itself to train the descendants, but it was just taken away.

So the biggest restriction is age.

Only the younger generation with a bone age of no more than thirty can enter it, and although there are no requirements for cultivation, if it is basically too weak, it is just to find death if you enter it.

Chu He is only in his twenties, and he naturally rejoins the requirements.

"There are still two weeks to go, the Nine Great Sects, the Five Great Demon Sects are about to open the Tomb of King Jin. One key can be used by five people, there are a total of thirty-six keys, except for those that are lost, there will be at least nearly a hundred people in the tomb of King Jin this time. ”

"Moreover, they are all from the Great Gate Sect!"

Chu He thought in his heart, he didn't know why, he always couldn't help but think of these people as fat sheep, standing there with a golden tail wagging and waiting for his 'favor'.

......

Another two weeks passed.

Fang Cun Dao Sect, in a dense place, sat an old man in a gray Taoist robe, and suddenly, the old man opened his eyes suddenly, "Is it time?"

He spoke hoarsely, and then stood up, and suddenly, the air within a radius of several miles around him shook with him.

The old man raised his right hand, and the somewhat dry palm was scratched, and suddenly, a 'click' sound came.

Visible to the naked eye, the space in front of him was like a rag, and a black cut was directly cut more than one person high.

As soon as the black opening appeared, the entire dense ground was like a violent wind, and countless airs rolled into the crack.

"Senior brother, go early and come back early. ”

In my ears, a low, hoarse voice came.

The old man nodded, and immediately stepped out, and the whole person disappeared into the crack, and after he disappeared, the crack also quickly closed.