"That, since you don't object, junior. But you're going to have to take your storage bag."

“.” Gu Xiu's skeleton didn't shake his head.

"You said yes!"

Hua Ying saw that this ancient cultivator senior really did not object to his proposal, and remained silent, so she immediately stopped hesitating, stretched out her hand, and grinned and untied the storage bag on the other party's waist:

"I'll help you keep this first, so as not to be robbed by those hateful tomb robbers, by the way, do you have it elsewhere in the cave, if so, you can help guide me."

“.”

This ancient monk should have been a person with perseverance and determination in his heart before his death, and he was not moved at all by the words of the white-haired girl in front of him, and he still sat there meditating and cultivating, which was really admirable.

"Okay, forget it if you don't give me advice, I'll find it myself."

Hua Ying waited left and right, and never waited for the guidance of Gu Xiu's predecessors, so she had to mumble and go to the side by herself.

She looked east and west, and with the fluorescence of the beads, she quickly found out the general situation of this ancient cultivation cave mansion.

In the Nuoda Cave Mansion, in addition to the main room where the stone platform where the ancient monks' predecessors meditated and cultivated, there were several side rooms of average size.

There are three on the left and one on the left and one on the back of the side chamber.

Among them, the left room is a study, and several bookshelves are covered with dust.

I don't know how many years those books have been sitting in it, but they have all rotted away, and when they are touched, they all turn into powder and dissipate in the room.

I went to the right room, and there was only a small brass tripod in it, which was located in the center of the room.

Seeing this tripod, Hua Ying's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly stepped forward to investigate, squatted down, and stroked the tripod body carefully:

"This Ding furnace looks quite extraordinary, it should be used for alchemy"

This brass tripod is much larger than the black gold tripod she bought in the fang market before, and the texture is also relatively thick, and the lines on the tripod are all over the place, and there are unknown exotic flowers and plants carved with it, which is very beautiful.

The more Hua Ying looked at it, the more she was happy, she tried to move it, and it took a lot of effort to move this tripod a few points.

"Hey, why is it so heavy, do the ancient monks use this kind of thing for alchemy?"

After moving away, Hua Ying suddenly found that there was a hole under the original location of this tripod.

The entrance of the Yongdong is not large, only the size of a few fists, but it is extremely deep, as if it goes straight to the ground, and around the entrance, there seems to be a layer of lava that has been roasted away, and it is extremely black.

"Huh? Is this a natural fire tunnel? ”

Although Hua Ying didn't know much, she still noticed the strangeness here, and secretly regretted it, "It's a pity that the earth fire under it has been burned out, otherwise it would be a good alchemy blessed land."

There are both alchemy furnaces and alchemy rooms that communicate with the fire in the center of the earth, so it can be seen that most of the owners of the cave here were alchemists during their lifetimes.

As for why he sat down, it can only be said that even an alchemist can't withstand the devastation of the long years, and once Shouyuan arrives, he will eventually usher in the fate of death.

"Alas, senior, senior, it seems that you plan for me to inherit your mantle, even the Dan furnace is ready, it is really well-intentioned, woo."

After observing the unusually beautiful brass tripod again, the corners of Hua Ying's mouth couldn't help but shed tears of emotion. She hesitated again and again, but finally reluctantly accepted the tripod and sent it into the jade pendant.

In this alchemy room, there is nothing but brass ding.

Then, Hua Ying no longer had any nostalgia, left here, and walked to the last unexplored side room.

It was a stone room directly behind the stone platform of the main room, and there was a wooden door at the door of the stone room, which had decayed due to time, and from above it emitted bursts of rotting wood.

Hua Ying pinched her nose and carefully pushed the wooden door open, shining with pearlescent light to confirm that there were no ghosts hidden inside, and then walked in with peace of mind.

However, when she walked in, she found that the room was empty, with few conspicuous objects on it, except for some black, dusty "clods" on the floor of the room.

"It's."

Hua Ying squatted down curiously, twisted a piece and took a look.

The "clods" had no trace of moisture, shriveled like a stomach that had not eaten enough for several years, and was covered with layers of black ash, like potatoes scorched by charcoal fire, piled up in several piles on the ground.

"What is this, it looks like it can't be eaten."

Hua Ying looked at it for a long time and didn't see what was on the ground, so she had to throw it aside and go to the corner of the room for a few turns.

Not to mention, after looking for it like this, she really found a few clay pots from the corner.

The clay pots all have lids, and out of curiosity, Hua Ying opened them and checked them one by one.

One jar was filled with white grains, the size of a bean, which, at first glance, looked like the seeds of some kind of plant.

The second can is dozens of long dry and hard strips cut to the thickness of a thumb, these strips are dark red in color, and the sides are covered with some sharp protruding thorns, which smell indescribably fishy.

The last clay pot was empty, and Hua Ying thought that this clay pot didn't contain anything at first, but then she put her hand in it and probed, and she actually touched a living thing that exuded warmth.

Caught off guard, she was taken aback, hurriedly threw away the jar in her hand, and took a few steps back.

Crash.

The clay pot fell on the solid ground and fell to pieces.

Hua Ying looked at it, and from under the broken pottery shards scattered all over the place, she saw a lump that said that it was yellow but not yellow, and that it was not white.

"Scared!"

Seeing that the thing that fell to the ground was different from the living thing she thought, Hua Ying opened her mouth slightly, showing a surprised look on her face.

She was sure that when she had just touched this lump in the jar, it was clearly soft and had a warm feel, why did it look like a dead object now?

I saw that the lump that fell out of the jar, the yellow, white, and yellow things were lying on the ground, motionless, as if it was really just a piece, and it did not exude any signs of life from beginning to end.

Hua Ying was stunned, just like it, and stayed where she was.

She stared at the lump of ground with a pair of suspicious eyes.

Looking at it, she suddenly grunted and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Why does that thing look so much like a lump of lard?

A thought popped up inexplicably in Hua Ying's heart.

Yes, the word lard is perfect for describing that lump of stuff on the ground.

"Did I feel wrong, in fact, this jar contains the lard that the ancient monks' predecessors used to cook?"

After a long time, after finding that the mass on the ground showed no signs of activity, Hua Ying breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time she was secretly ashamed of herself.

I was scared by a lump of lard for cooking, woo.

"I don't know if I can use it when I pick it up"

Looking at the lump of lard on the ground, Hua Ying suddenly felt pity in her heart, and she stepped forward again, ready to pick it up and put it away.

However, just as Hua Ying took out a hand and grabbed the ball of lard on the ground, what she didn't expect was that the ball of lard on the ground shook violently, shook it lightly twice, jumped up first, and stuck on her outstretched arm.

"Hell!!"

(End of chapter)