"What is a burial vessel, and what is a burial slave?"

Chu Yang got rid of Jin Ping'er and came to Zhao Lao's side, his chin lowered slightly, and he glanced at the yellow sand that was sinking in the soil bucket in the center of the golden silk nanmu coffin lid, and asked suspiciously. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The folds on Zhao Lao's face moved slightly, squinting his eyes, touching the small handful of goatee on his chin, his cloudy eyes moved slightly, looking at the look of eagerness for knowledge on the face of this smart young man, Zhao Lao grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth, and smiled a little proudly, as if he felt that it was a very proud thing to be asked questions by such a wise guy, he smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched a lot in an instant.

The snow-white eyebrows were raised, Zhao Lao's eyes flashed slightly, and he said slowly: "This burial vessel is divided into two kinds, the general burial vessel refers to the princely general after the death of some noble people, usually accompanied by many burial utensils, in his tomb, this is the so-called burial vessel." And the burial vessels among our cultivators are that after the death of our cultivators, the descendants will bury the natal weapons that accompanied us in the ground, and sometimes some cultivators will also bury their own weapons outside the body before their deaths, such as treasure armor, combat boots, spirit beads and other weapons, hoping to accompany them in the ground. “

"The burial slave is usually some dignitaries, some slaves who accompany the burial after death, of course, there are many sayings, this is just one of them, such as the burial slave of our cultivators, there is a little discrepancy, it refers to the descendants to find a lot of spiritual soldiers as slaves, with the cultivator's natal weapons to accompany the burial. “

"The other weapons are servants, and they bury their own natal weapons?"

Chu Yang's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly remembered a suspicious thing, that is, the news about the secret realm recorded in the ink map he got, the owner of the secret realm said that he loved weapons, and since he loved them, why didn't he let his weapons be buried with him?

On the contrary, he worked hard to create a secret realm and brought so many spirit soldiers into it, did he really love his spirit soldiers? He wanted those spirit soldiers to accompany him to die alone? Or did he bring so many spirit soldiers into the secret realm, and his real purpose was to let those spirit soldiers be the slaves of his natal weapon? You know, there is not a trace of his natal weapon on the ink map.

According to the master of the secret realm himself, let his disciples go to get weapons after his death, if his disciples went to get weapons, then why does this ink map still exist?

Besides, if his apprentice didn't go to get the spirit weapon, it would be even more unreasonable, "thirty-two medium-grade mortal weapons, ten inferior magic weapons, and one medium-grade magic weapon" is enough to destroy a country, and this treasure is also for his apprentices to find out if they fight to break the blood!? Even if they don't find it, such a treasure must leave some news for their descendants to let them find it, right? Anyway, the master said that the weapon was taken away by his apprentice after his death, and there was nothing to hide.

But hundreds or even thousands of years have passed, and Motu is still there, isn't it strange?

"The owner of this ink map seems to be reasonable and well-founded without flaws, but if you know the cultivator's burial weapon, if you think about it carefully, the reason and evidence of the master of this secret realm are all suspicious, so many weapons accompany him when he is about to die, and he is usually buried with a weapon slave with a natal weapon, right?

"Or maybe it's very likely that the owner of that secret realm, Murturi, is lying, and he may not have any apprentices at all! But what is he lying for? In order to deceive future generations into running away from his secret realm for nothing? Isn't it a little too boring?

Chu Yang more than half a month ago, just got the ink map, these cultivators' burial vessels, He hadn't heard of the burial slave, nor had he read it in the books of the Pavilion, so he didn't feel anything suspicious, and regarded the secret realm as a huge treasure, but now when he thought about it carefully, he found that the ink map he got seemed to have no flaws but was actually full of suspicions, but the group of people who snatched the last page of the ink map had not appeared yet, and he was not in a hurry to think about it, he had a lot of things to do now, and he didn't have enough time to deal with the ink map.

"Burial of the instrument slave, and then burial of oneself, what's going on?"

Chu Yang immediately seemed to remember something again, and asked again, he suddenly found that this old man in black did not show any special features on weekdays, but he knew a lot about the things in this world of cultivation.

"Big deal!"

Zhao Lao's face suddenly sank, with a rare solemnity in his tone, the corners of his eyes twitched violently, and he said in a somewhat trembling tone: "If this burial vessel land is a burial vessel slave who buries himself again, then the matter will be really troublesome, and this dog egg has also stabbed the big basket." ”

The corners of Chu Yang's mouth twitched unconsciously, squinting his eyes and looking, in the yellow sand on the side, the big yellow dog that was shaking the dog's tail and drooping his head with a grievance looked aggrieved, couldn't help but be a little speechless, and muttered secretly with a wry smile in his heart, "This dog also loves to eat too much, and he doesn't let go of the burial utensils, so it's okay to be alarmed." ”

"This burial weapon slave, it is the weapon that buries the master with evil thoughts, and then buries himself in this place, just like the golden battle axe we saw just now, but I don't know if the golden battle axe is only left with a grudge here, or whether it buried his tool slave and itself here. Old Zhao shook his head slightly melancholy.

"What's the difference? If you want me to say, let's take advantage of these guys when they don't wake up, let's run quickly, so that no matter what this burial place is, it has nothing to do with us!" The black mole at the corner of Li Chun's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was slightly unnaturally interjected.

The golden silk nanmu coffin, after it appeared, Li Chun's Xuanbao Mirror began to become scorching, this Xuanbao Mirror is extraordinary, with spiritual sense, only when he feels the potential danger around him, will he send out such an omen, and this time the Xuanbao Mirror is too strong, making him a little uneasy, eager to leave here.

"No matter what kind of burial place, after touching, there will be buried spirits here who are alarmed, and they can't escape if they want to escape, and when we are ready to escape, all the buried things in this burial place will be resurrected! Zhao Lao's eyebrows revealed a cold glow, and Ju Lou's body was as straight as a javelin.

The next moment, I saw his fingertips, a little red blood emerged, that drop of blood contained the essence of essence, a little under the eyes of everyone, that drop of essence blood slowly turned into a snake-shaped crutch, the crutch was curved like black elm, and there was a dark green bead above the crutch.

Zhao Lao's crutch was used by him when he rescued Ling Rui from the ground in Black Harrier Mountain, and Jin Ping'er was also present at that time, just because Jin Ping'er only cared about scolding Chu Yang at that time and didn't pay attention to it, but then Zhao Lao's crutch was missing, but he didn't expect it to be hidden in a drop of essence blood by him.

The people of the Adventurer Guild were also stunned, as if they were shocked by Zhao Lao's hand, this old man in black was a member of the Novice Adventurer Guild who managed to distribute task scrolls, and his status was not high, but I heard that he had a very good relationship with the retired branch president of the Adventurer Guild, and the two of them were brothers on weekdays, and only he dared to call the executive officer who everyone in the Adventurer Guild feared "Ran girl".

Because he stayed in the guild all the year round on weekdays and did not show the dew, everyone always thought that this old man had average strength but good luck, and he had already met when their branch president was still striking iron, so after their branch president flew Huang Tengda, this old man was able to get the way and entered the adventurer's guild to mix an errand.

This time, during the trip to the Hundred Chaos Mountain, Sister Dao suddenly sent him to make many people stunned, because this old man has hardly seen him perform a task for so many years, but because he is older and a friend of the branch president, no one dares to reject him on the road, and along the way, this Zhao Lao has almost never made a move except for killing a few rogues outside the mountain range yesterday, so he is regarded by everyone as an adventurer with old experience, but only experience, however...... Now his sudden performance made the hunter and the others stunned.

"The strangeness of this Hundred Chaos Mountain, Sister Dao and I have long known something, after all, Sister Dao is the executive officer of the Adventurer Guild, and there are few people in this Yan Country who know some information. ”

"This time, when I heard that you Yanxia Villa was going to take the road of Baichao Mountain, Sister Dao and I were taken aback, but we also knew that the accumulation of reputation was not overnight, and now Yanxia Villa has fallen to the point where it is about to be dissolved, and it can only be reborn after death! Only in a desperate situation can you survive, this must also be considered by your father, because he knows what kind of place Bairanshan is, so when Sister Dao and I owe you a favor, after thinking about the next task at the cheapest price, your father will feel a little guilty and send the pan mirror as a reward for the task. ”

"It stands to reason that although the Pan Mantis Mirror of your Yanxia Villa is no longer what it used to be, it is still a spirit soldier after all, and it is of great significance to your Yanxia Villa, after all, this is the treasure of protecting the village left by the ancestor of your Yanxia Villa, if it weren't for the terrible nature of this Hundred Chaos Mountain, how could your father use the Pan Mantis Mirror as a hiring fee?!" Xiao Liu didn't know when he came to Chu Yang's side, looked at Chu Yang's slightly dazed face, and bowed his head to his ear with a voice that only the two of them could hear, and explained in a low voice.

Chu Yang's eyes flashed, and he realized a lot, he had always wondered what kind of task, surveying the terrain required his father to use the Pan Mirror to do the cost? Now that he came to this Hundred Chaos Mountain, heard about the world of cultivators, and saw the place of burial vessels, he suddenly realized what an absurd and terrible chaotic place this task was surveying!

"Then what's the matter with Old Zhao?"

Chu Yang pursed his lips, and when he saw Zhao Lao at this time, holding the snake-shaped cane, he was strangely on the ground, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing his face, painting ancient characters one by one, and asked with puzzlement. Along the way, he has not found the unique place of this old man, until he arrived at the Hundred Chaos Mountain, the old man has only shown his edge, whether it is the cognition of the burial, or the crutch that has just been covered by a drop of blood, it has made him look sideways.

Xiao Liu's golden hair was raised, his eyes were squinted hungarily with a smile, he looked at Zhao Lao's slightly bowed back, and grinned: "Zhao Lao is the only warlock in my adventurer's guild, he is indifferent by nature and does not want to be in a high position, and it is easy to be ignored by people on weekdays. “

After a pause, Xiao Liu's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "The burial vessel land of this hundred chaotic mountains, Sister Dao has long expected it, so she will invite Zhao Lao out of the mountain, because this burial place can only be dealt with by warlocks, you must know that warlocks will be very messy, medicine, astronomy, divination, there are many warlock legends among ancient cultivators, such as turning stones into gold, fishing for the moon in water, and Miao Yu Chaos...... Although it is a legend, this warlock is indeed a rare and mysterious profession among the cultivators' profession and the same illusionist!

"Warlock!"

Chu Yang's eyes flashed, and he remembered that the essence blood on Zhao Lao's fingertips evolved into a snake-shaped crutch, and it instantly became clear that the essence blood of this warlock was like a powerful container that could contain everything!