Chapter 97 Stone Chamber

The stone gate was extremely heavy, and it was obviously impossible to break through the door with brute force. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The strange hole on the stone door seems to be a keyhole, but Zhuo Bufan always feels that this keyhole is very familiar, and the feeling is very subtle and wonderful, as if he often appears around him, but he can't remember what it is for a while.

"Huh?" Zhuo Bufan racked his brains, thought for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Zhuo Bufan, Zhuo Bufan, you are really smart and confused!"

He figured out why this keyhole was so familiar, because the key to open this stone door was a sword-type weapon.

A door usually has only one key, and even then, it is impossible to open the stone door.

"Forget it, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor, try it!" Zhuo Bufan pulled out the broken sword and stabbed it into the keyhole, the sword body was all submerged in the keyhole, leaving only a sword hilt outside.

There was a "click", as if it had touched some mechanism, and the heavy stone door trembled, and dust fell down.

With a dull sound, the stone gate slowly rose.

"It's on. Zhuo Bufan was taken aback, raised his vigilance, and with the naked eye, it turned out to be a stone house with a simple score.

The place is not big, the furnishings are extremely simple, a stone bed, a stone bench and a stone table, almost everything is single and not repeated.

"Could it be that this was once the place of cultivation of a certain senior, this poisonous gas swamp is really strange. Zhuo Bufan thought that the exit behind the stone gate would be like this.

The room was inlaid with a fist-sized pearl of the night, and the blinding white light illuminated the room, and the most striking thing was a painting hanging in the center of the wall, showing a man practicing a sword, with only one back.

"The pen and ink are delicate and smart, revealing a soft beauty, as if painted by a woman's pen. ”

A poem in the lower right corner proves his idea, I am for you, diligently on the dressing table, thick powder, to make you smile. For you, I will break the cauldron and sink the boat, throw away the flesh and bones, and sell the ancestral card. Pity me, I have experienced all kinds of hardships in the world, and I have lost all my tenderness...... Up to now, all the rebels have left Chu Ge, and there is no way out of the world, and they are in a foreign land. Painful experience, how can the love be embarrassed? Tears in the eyes of the family! The lover in my heart, the father and mother in the dream, the long night is long, and the liver and intestines are broken.

After reading this poem, and then looking at the man practicing the sword, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation in my heart.

No wonder this painting is just a back, and you can't see the front of the man, I think it's because the painting woman has a feeling, knowing that this is an unrequited love ****, painting the back of a sweetheart practicing swords just to convey what you think to the man, even if you can only silently look at your back in this life, it's enough.

Zhuo Bufan guessed in his heart that in fact, the man in the painting was not ruthless and unrighteous, but he divided love and love too clearly, and the man might also like it very much, and even love the woman, otherwise this painting would not have appeared in his retreat and retreat, and it was hung in the most conspicuous place, looking up to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

"Why bother?" Although he has not experienced the joys and sorrows of ****, he feels that the most painful thing in the world is not that the two stand together but do not know each other's intentions, nor is it the sorrow between love and hate, but the people who clearly love each other can't be together.

Eyes wandered around, in the middle of the stone house, on the hard rocky ground, there was a cyan sword with a blue body, and there was a pile of black stains next to the sword.

Ordinary swords are double-edged, but this sword is single-edged, the other side is like a comb full of teeth, the sword body is completely cyan, faintly revealing a faint killing aura, Zhuo Bufan didn't dare to approach for a while, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping beast.

The swords are so terrifying, not to mention the owner of the sword, Zhuo Bufan didn't dare to think about it.

I dipped my hand in a little black stain, sniffed it and thought about it, and said to myself, "This seems to be ...... Human ashes. ”

Could it be ......

If it is really the ashes, it is very likely that they were left by the predecessors who cultivated here.

Generally speaking, after the death of a martial artist, the body is basically difficult to decay, especially the martial artist who has cultivated above the True Spirit Realm, if no one destroys the body, it can be kept for hundreds of years without corruption, and the strong people in the Lunhai Realm are even more terrifying, because their body has long been free of a little stain, like a piece of beautiful jade, not only will it not rot after death, but it is also a thing that many martial artists must fight for. Because, you can practice a rare elixir in the world, and directly devour it like a genius earth treasure, increasing your own cultivation.

Even if it is a Condensing True Rank martial artist, it is impossible to be incinerated into slag by ordinary flames, because the true qi in the body can well block the ordinary flames, and water and fire will not invade, but it will consume the true qi in the body.

The seniors in the stone house obviously died in the flames, Zhuo Bufan can be sure that he died in retreat to comprehend important exercises, or was burned by the real fire in his body when he broke through the promotion, and the pile of black stains in front of him is the most powerful evidence, but the inference can only be regarded as inference.

There was something sparkling in the ashes.

"Huh?" Curious, Zhuo Bufan picked it up and looked at it, frowning, it was actually a ring.

There is a small line on the ring: When it is difficult to meet, it is difficult to say goodbye.

It seems to be written to a certain woman.

"It doesn't matter who she is!" I can't tell what kind of material the ring is made of, it looks like jade but not jade, like gold and not gold, and if you look closely, there are even aura fluctuations.

"Wait...... Wait a minute. Zhuo Bufan's heart suddenly became nervous: "Could it be a storage spirit ring?"

Storage rings are not unusual, but there are only a few people who can have them, ordinary people can only carry storage props such as storage belts with extremely small spaces, and these things have a few square meters of space at most, otherwise there will be no dart game on this continent, otherwise it will be escorted directly in the storage ring?

Zhuo Bufan had seen the storage ring, but the one in front of him was obviously different from the others, otherwise he would have recognized it at a glance.

With curiosity, he slowly transported his true qi and slowly injected it into the storage spirit ring.

Wave!

The storage ring trembled slightly, and the air fluctuated faintly, and then the spiritual consciousness entered the storage spirit ring.

"Sure enough, it's a storage ring. ”

The spiritual power extends and expands in the storage ring, and the strange thing is that the space in the storage ring is obviously extremely wide, but his spiritual consciousness can only move in a range soon, there are two bookshelves as far as the naked eye can see, on which are placed some martial arts cheats, and a pile of gold and silver jewelry, there are several piles of white stones, and the milky white light is mixed with the golden light of the jewelry, rendering the whole space high-end atmosphere.