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The soft sound of falling to the ground echoed through the open room, followed by the yellow sand falling like an hourglass.

The already faint light above was quickly obscured by the sand, and the surroundings turned to extreme darkness, leaving only a slight sound.

Night Terror turned around and landed on his feet, but before he could stand firmly, a soft ball crashed into his arms, crushing him to the ground, and then the sand from the pavement.

Night Terror was afraid that he would be buried alive directly by the sand pile, so he immediately rolled to the side with the person in his arms a few times, until no sand fell on his body, and then he stopped his body, and he couldn't see any scene when he looked at it.

"Ahem...... This is really a roof, how can there be such a big house......

There were soft whispers in my ears, and a few slightly painful coughs.

Night Terror Hall knew that Fan Qinghe had suffered an internal injury, and he was caught off guard from falling, so he hurriedly raised his breath and strained, it was estimated that he was angry, and he raised his hand and touched it at the moment.

The place touched was hot and soft, with a little sweat......

Because he didn't know where it was for the first time, he touched it left and right, and as a result, the people around him shrank their chests like an electric shock, and then the slightly embarrassed words came: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm sorry...... I'll help you, are you okay?"

"I'm fine......

"Fan Qinghe sat up from the arms of the Night Terror Hall, tidied up his shirt slightly, touched it from the back of his waist, and took a special fire fold.

Da~呲呲~

When the fire fold is opened, it ignites on its own, emitting a pine fragrance and a bright yellow light that illuminates the surrounding corners.

Night Terror Hall got up and patted the sand, looked left and right, but saw that the two of them were in the interior of a huge hall, and there were more than ten giant pillars of coiling dragons in the hall that were thick and thick for three people, because the climate was dry, and they still supported the dome after thousands of years.

The dome is a complicated wooden frame, which has been partially damaged, and it looks crumbling, and the sand is still leaking from the place where the two of them fell just now.

"It's magnificent, this is the palace hall of the Great Liang Dynasty?"

"Not really."

Fan Qinghe took the fire fold, walked through the ground full of sand and dust, and came to the front of the main hall, it can be seen that there is a beautiful stone pedestal, and there are various patterns of pure gold on the surface, and the lights shine with a shining color, even if the pedestal is full of dust, you can still imagine the magnificent atmosphere of the year.

"This should be the ancestral temple, the place where heaven and earth were sacrificed in ancient times, no wonder it is so big......

Fan Qinghe walked to him, touched the gold ornaments with his hand, and looked carefully at the carving.

The Night Terror Hall could hear the sound of the sandstorm shouting through the dome above, and now there was nowhere to hide when he went out, so he checked it out in the ruins with Fan Qinghe.

Fan Qinghe knows the history of the Northwest Royal Court very well, and tells various legends of the ancient period with the Night Terror Hall while walking.

The scale of the main hall of the ancestral temple is very large, the whole is made of bricks and stones, and the passage inside the building, although some sand leaks in, can still walk normally.

Night Terror Hall went around to the back of the pedestal, and could vaguely see some utensils on the ground, and even found some jade slips scattered on the ground, which could clearly identify the handwriting, and recorded some things related to the Five Elements Magic.

Fan Qinghe picked up the jade slip, and after a little recognition, he held it in his arms as if he had found a treasure, and continued to walk deeply.

"These are all recipes from ancient times, and they have long been lost. It depends on the situation here that the earth dragon turned over, and the people of the ancestral temple fled in a hurry, and never came back...... This place is similar to the ancestral temple of Dongyin Mountain, it is bigger, and the front should be where Da Zhuzong lives, go over and take a look."

Night Terror Hall followed and walked forward, and when he was about to leave the main hall, he found that the exit was full of yellow sand, so he found a place with more sand in the corridor, and stabbed it into the top with a dragon spear and stirred it a few times, and then dug out a large hole.

Huhuhu~

The wind and sand are everywhere outside, and the sun is white in the depths, but it seems to be night.

Fan Qinghe took the dragon spear, and wanted to poke it down as a Luoyang shovel, but the night terror hall saw this and hurriedly raised his hand: "It won't collapse this time, right?"

"Probably not."

Fan Qinghe put

The spear pierced into the sand, about four or five feet, and then touched a hard object.

This time, instead of making a great miracle, she followed the temptation, found the closest place to the ground, swept away the sand with her spear, and revealed the ridge of the roof.

Night Terror Hall half-crouched down and broke open the roof, and fell into the large building with Fan Qinghe, it can be seen that there is a copper astronomical instrument in the middle of the room, the brass texture has been completely blackened, and there are stairs down on the side, but it has long collapsed.

"This is the stargazing platform, and Zhuzong, who presides over the sacrifice, usually lives here, so go down and have a look......

Fan Qinghe seemed to be very interested in digging for treasures, and after glancing at it, he jumped down the stairs into the large room below.

Surprisingly, the room below was very clean, and the stairs had collapsed but there were no signs of broken wood, as if someone had cleaned it up.

Night Terror looked back and forth through the light of the fire fold, "Has anyone touched this place?"

Fan Qinghe originally thought that this was the case, but when he checked around, he felt that it was not right.

She walked to the stone wall with the fire fold, and half-crouched down to look at the several wine jars placed on the side of the wall.

The wine jar is a commercially available wine jar painted with red lacquer, and the work is very good, and there is still a restaurant name on it.

Fan Qinghe picked up the wine jar and looked at it, frowned and said, "These wine jars are not quite right."

Night Terror Hall half-crouched next to him, and carefully examined: "What's wrong?"

Fan Qinghe pointed to several wine jars neatly placed on the wall: "After the fall of the Great Wu Dynasty, the world experienced a hundred years of chaotic wars, and was divided into three again. This wine jar is the style of Daqi color kiln, and the time should be in the last year of Daqi; And this is the Jiangzhou porcelain in the heyday of Dayan, which was prevalent in the south more than 200 years ago; The last ones are relatively new, and they are no more than a hundred years old. Not surprisingly, three waves of people have come to this place, with an interval of no less than a hundred years, but they have brought a few jars of good wine with them......

Night Terror nodded thoughtfully, and after a moment's thought, "Are you here to pay tribute to your ancestors?" Fan Qinghe thought it was possible, so he got up and searched along the wall.

As a result, the statue tablet was not found, but some nicks were found on the stone wall to the west.

The nicks do not belong to words or pictures, they are irregular, like children's ghost drawings.

Fan Qinghe leaned closer and looked carefully, and was about to speak, when she suddenly found that the night terror hall next to her stared at her, and she got a little closer, she wondered, "What is this?"

"I don't know, but it's special."

Night Terror Hall took the fire fold over and examined it carefully, only to find that the scratches on the wall with iron and silver hooks, although they did not have any literal meaning, but flowed with a sharp momentum, and when they saw the details, there was a feeling that it was difficult to look at directly.

Night Terror Hall pondered seriously for a moment, handed the fire fold back to Fan Qinghe, asked him to take a few steps back, and held the handle of the knife with his right hand.

Chokew-

In a flash of the knife, the three-foot sharp blade came out of the sheath.

Fan Qinghe watched from the sidelines, only to see that the body of the Night Terror Hall was straight, the dragon knife was pointed on the scratches, and when he closed his eyes, the whole person fell into stagnation.

Fan Qinghe was a little dazed, but he didn't bother.

But after waiting for half an hour, he suddenly found that the flow of qi and blood in the night terror hall began to accelerate significantly, his skin was red, there was a feeling of dryness and heat in the air, and there was even a faint white mist rising above his head.

Night Terror Hall only saw how deep the martial arts attainments of this scratch were, but it was not a trick cheat, and they couldn't understand the meaning at all.

And what he is doing now is nothing more than devoting himself wholeheartedly, relying on inhuman understanding, by exhaustive trial and error, to extrapolate all the possible circumstances that caused the scratch, and thus to deduce what the scratch represents.

The abnormality of the body is not a madness, but a long-term overload of trial and error, resulting in an overheating of the body.

Because of his full dedication, Fan Qinghe's words were naturally not paid attention to, and he pointed the knife on the scratch with one hand, and went through all the qi veins that could cause such a scratch in his mind, and then found the best solution from it.

And this station, I stood for nearly two quarters of an hour, watching Fan Qinghe's heart

I didn't dare to come out until the end......

Ding——

In the silent stone room, there was a sudden ethereal and light sound, like a wind chime being struck.

Fan Qinghe didn't see any movement in the Night Terror Hall, only to find that the dragon knife held in his right hand suddenly began to tremble violently, and then moved along the scratch.

The tremor seemed natural, but the tip of the knife on the wall slashed through the strange scratches on the wall with trembling, and followed the marks up and down, deepening the original nick a little, but not beyond the edge of the edge a single bit!

Seeing this, Fan Qinghe's eyes showed a little shock, and after the blade trembled and stopped, he asked again, "What are you doing?"

Night Terror opened his eyes, looked at the scratches on the wall, and his eyes flashed, "But that's it, a little pride, tilted his head and said, "This is the experience left by the master, and ordinary people can't understand it at all. Fortunately, I'm not an ordinary person, I'm good at exhaustive actions, and I just spent a lot of effort to figure out the meaning."

Fan Qinghe knew that this was the residence of the national teacher of the Great Liang Dynasty, and it was not unusual for something special, but it took two quarters of an hour for the Night Terror Hall to find out the traces of these ghost paintings, which was a bit too bizarre.

Why didn't she see anything special? Isn't she stupid?

Fan Qinghe was half convinced, came to him and looked at it carefully, and asked, "What is this record?"

Night Terror Hall raised the long knife and pointed it on the trace: "It was the 'feeling' that came from the feeling at that time, or the recollection of the road traveled since the practice of martial arts-the first heavy shape device, then the heavy technique, and then the deep cultivation of the artistic conception, until a certain dynasty enlightened the Tao, a sword through the mysteries." Every section of the mark is the path that the martial arts have walked, and every turning point is the setback experienced back then." The old sword saint Sun Wuji has reached the realm of 'one sword through the mysteries, but the old sword saint can't directly express his feelings to outsiders.

"This predecessor can engrave the 'artistic conception' directly on the wall, and his martial arts attainments are far more than that. I guess this was left behind by some of the former hidden giants, and it may have been the same as the founding emperor of Great Wu, who had already gone on a dragon."

Fan Qinghe listened to the clouds, thought for a while and asked, "Have you learned?"

"This is the experience of understanding, just like reading the doctrine left by the saints, remembering that there will be gains, reading and understanding may lead to epiphany, but to become a saint, you still have to rely on yourself to comprehend." Night Terror Hall scanned the scratches on the wall, and pointed the knife at the back of the scratch: My realm just now is here, and now I have realized something, learned something new, and walked forward and pinched it, and I have probably arrived here—there is more than enough technique, insufficient artistic conception, and searching in all directions.

"Judging from the scratches, I am still about a foot and a half away from Sun Lao Sword Saint, and I can't understand it after that, it should be the realm after returning to the basics, through the mysteries and immortals, and the mysteries are unpredictable" In the silent room, Night Terror Hall held the dragon knife in his hand, pointing to the traces on the wall like a teacher, and gushing all kinds of feelings.

And Fan Qinghe stood in place, not saying that it was like listening to the Book of Heaven, but listening to the Book of Heaven, and he couldn't understand how the Night Terror Hall could see so many things from a few ghost talismans.

However, seeing that the head of the Night Terror Hall is the Tao, not to coax the ignorant and ignorant stupid girl here, Fan Qinghe is still engrossed in carefully observing and feeling, and regards it as studying the way from the ghost painting.

Night Terror Hall explained to Fan Qinghe, in fact, he was also secretly comprehending the path of his predecessors, and turning it into his own use of the two of them to focus on the study of the ruins, obviously a little forgetful, I don't know how long later, Night Terror Hall's ears moved slightly, and suddenly heard a voice from a distance: "Tsk!!"

"Where shall I find you fish to eat in this great desert? People are kind enough to catch a scorpion for you to eat, and you're still angry."

"Twitter......twitter"

When the night terror heard Ning Er's voice, he suddenly woke up and said secretly: Why did you forget your daughter-in-law......

Fan Qinghe looked up and asked, "Your friend is here?"

Night Terror Hall wanted to communicate with Ning Er about Hongxing's exit from the wall, and when he saw this, he thought about it and said, "Yes, I'll go out to see the situation first, you wait a minute."

"Go ahead."

The sandstorm had already stopped, and the time had unconsciously gone from morning to noon.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand are like a golden ocean, and there are no traces of the wind in the square circle, without a little variegation.

Between the dunes, Locke

Wearing a hat to shade the sun and holding an iron iron as a stick in his hand, he poked into the ground when he stepped out, looking for hidden buildings below.

And the big fluffy bird, looking at its size, knows that it is not suitable for the ghost weather of the desert, and has been walking under Luo Ning's shadow.

may feel that the sand is hot, so when he stopped, he jumped on Luo Ning's shoes and squatted, and proposed to go home from work for dinner.

After Luo Ning waited for the sandstorm to pass, he asked the bird to go to the sky to inspect the circle, but he didn't find anyone from the Night Terror Hall, and thought that the Night Terror Hall had left the desert with the beautiful woman first, so he didn't look for it again, and Xue Baijin continued to explore the traces of the building within a radius of more than ten miles.

Xue Baijin is responsible for going down to the tomb to touch things, and her martial arts are slightly inferior, in case the sand dunes collapse, she will definitely be holding back, so she has been exploring on the ground for this reason, finding a place where there may be a building, and circling a mark on it, so that Bai Jin can make a hole to go down.

After searching for an unknown amount of time, Luo Ning's ears moved, and he heard a rustling sound in the distance.

Looking up, the sand dunes in the distance were leaking sand down, and a hole soon appeared.

Then a familiar handsome cheek came out of the hole and looked at her, instead of shouting loudly, but looking left and right, looking for someone, and a little weak.

"Tsk?!"

When the bird saw the night terror, he immediately became excited and wanted to rush over to ask for bird food.

Seeing this, Luo Ning hurriedly caught the bird, and even covered the bird's beak, and after looking back, he quietly ran behind a sand dune and waved at the night terror.

The Night Terror Hall found that there was no trace of the Pingtian Sect Master in the four fields, so he jumped up and quietly came to Ning Er: "Where is the Xue Woman?"

"Shhhhhh

Luo Ning glared at the Night Terror Hall and said in a low voice, "Let Bai Jin hear this, she will not beat you. When you go out, don't call the White Brocade Woman, but call it 'Sect Master, it's okay to be a hero.'"

"Understood."

I hadn't seen Ning'er in the Night Terror Hall for many days, and I wanted to raise my hand to lift the hat, but it was not easy to do it, so I started to look left and right again.

"Don't look at it, it's underground, half a mile from here...... Huh?!"

Luo Ning's face was slightly cold, and she was about to warn the thief a few words, but as soon as she said that Bai Jin was not there, the bold thief directly hugged her waist, and then the hat was also lifted and brought to her face.

Luo Ningliu's eyebrows were upside down, and she was so nervous that she was going to die, but she hadn't seen a night terror for so long, and Sanniang was probably sick, so why shouldn't she.

After dodging a little, Luo Ning still threw the bird out to sentry and did not resist again.

The lips are together.

Night Terror Hall hugged Ning'er's waist, even the breath was a little hotter, although he tried his best to restrain it, but his hand still couldn't help but hug it very tightly, and he couldn't wait to rub the beautiful woman in his arms into his body.

Before Luo Ning met, she didn't know how many times she thought about the warning words, but when she was hugged into her arms again, her mind was empty in an instant, and after her eyes moved slightly, she gently closed her eyes and let the man ask for it.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, a pair of men and women.

The breeze blows the black robe and the cyan dress, and the scene is beautiful and magnificent to the extreme.

And the bird, as a witness, stood on the sand dune next to him, blankly spreading his wings, which probably meant that it was okay to feed the birds first after the end was finished......