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Before dawn broke, Xiaohuan gently knocked on Yuwen Changsheng's door.

The door creaked open, and I saw that Yuwen Changsheng had already gotten up, concentrating on practicing the outline of the mantra by candlelight.

This is his habit, regardless of rain or shine or the scorching sun, he must get up early every day to practice the mantra in order to maintain his condition.

Xiaohuan assisted Yuwen Changsheng in washing his face as always, and then served him to change his clothes.

They go about their trivial and ordinary routines as they do on a daily basis, but there is a strange silence in the air today.

Because, before going to bed last night, Yuwen Changsheng confessed to Xiaohuan that he would go back to his home in the other courtyard today to worship his deceased parents.

After completing all this, Yuwen Changsheng went to the residence of the patriarch Yuwen Ling alone to pay a visit.

However, he was told by the guards with an expressionless face that the patriarch had something important to do and could not be received.

He felt slightly inappropriate in his heart, but he couldn't refute it, and when he asked about Yuwen Ling'er's situation, the guard showed an impatient expression.

So, Yuwen Changsheng had no choice but to ask Yuwen Ling'er's personal guards to leave a message, telling him that he had something important today and needed to leave the clan courtyard temporarily, and then he and Xiaohuan went to their own hill courtyard.

Leaving Yunxuan Town, there was an unnamed hill to the north.

Halfway up the mountainside, there is a small courtyard that can be seen from the foot of the mountain, which is the home where Yuwen Changsheng has lived since he was born.

But when he came to the door of the courtyard, Yuwen Changsheng found that his own courtyard was no longer quiet and warm as before, the burned house was crumbling in the cold wind, and the ruins stood helplessly in the rising twilight, as if complaining about the tragedy that happened that day.

A heartache of grief and indignation arose in Yuwen Changsheng's heart, and he stepped into the ruins with Xiaohuan, looking for traces left by his past life, but he only saw some charred objects lying desolate in the ruins.

In the backyard of the other courtyard, there is a small mound, which is where Yuwen Ling arranged for the guards in the clan to bury the bodies of Yuwen Changsheng's parents.

In front of the mound, the wordless monument stood there, cold.

Looking at the wordless stele, Yuwen Changsheng had mixed feelings in his heart, he understood Yuwen Ling's intention to set up the wordless stele, and then took out a mantra talisman from his arms, threw it in the air, sealed it in his hand, and a soul power finger knife was sacrificed, attached to the two fingers of his right hand.

At this moment, Yuwen Changsheng couldn't bear the grief in his heart, and when there was no one around, only Xiaohuan was behind him, he finally vented the emotions he had endured in recent days, and the tears rolling in his eyes could no longer be stopped, and they were tumbling down.

Yuwen Changsheng gently stroked the cold surface of the wordless monument, and the voices and smiles of his parents in the past appeared in his mind.

He used his soul power to carve inscriptions on the wordless tablet, and every stroke seemed to tell the pain and guilt in his heart.

"The tomb of the loving father Yuwen Tuo and the mother Nangong Yan"

The handwriting is strong and unpretentious.

After carving the inscription, Yuwen Changsheng bit his finger and pressed it on each inscription of the inscription, and a bright red warm current went down along the groove of the inscription, dyeing the eleven-character inscription red like tears.

"Father, mother, the child is not filial, today the child is incompetent, if you want your father and mother to be buried here, the child swears here, he will wash away the shame for his father and mother one day, return to the ancestral land of the clan, and slash the enemy to sacrifice the spirit of the father and mother in the sky."

Yuwen Changsheng knelt in front of the tombstone and kowtowed heavily, his tone firm and resolute, as if this oath was not only a promise to his parents, but also an oath to his future.

Bang.

Suddenly, the sound of a house collapsing sounded, and Yuwen Changsheng and Xiaohuan looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Yuwen Changsheng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, took Xiaohuan, and came to the collapsed house where the smoke and dust had been raised to check.

"It's the back of the hall."

The place where it collapsed was a small courtyard behind the hall of the annex, and at this time, a delicate stone mountain pool in the courtyard had been smashed open by the collapsed pillars, revealing a deep black cave.

In the cave, there is an ancient atmosphere.

Yuwen Changsheng stepped into the ruins step by step, he bypassed the collapsed beams and stone pillars, stepped on the rubble, and came to the dark cave, he probed in, only to feel a cold air rushing to his face, making his pores subconsciously tense.

"Immortal Young Master."

Xiaohuan followed behind Yuwen Changsheng, a little hesitant.

"Xiaohuan, you wait for me outside the gate of the other courtyard first, don't come." Realizing the worry and fear in Xiaohuan's heart, Yuwen Changsheng signaled Xiaohuan not to approach.

"But Young Master Changsheng, then you."

"Don't worry, I'll come back to you when I go down and have a look."

Looking at Yuwen Changsheng's kind smile, although Xiaohuan had concerns in his heart, he still believed in Yuwen Changsheng unconditionally, and after humming lightly, he turned around and walked towards the door of the other courtyard.

After Xiaohuan left, Yuwen Changsheng found a long rope and a wooden stick, found a place that was quite strong, tied one end of the rope there, and the other end was wrapped around his waist, and the wooden stick was inserted around his waist, along the stone wall of the cave, slowly descending.

And when Yuwen Changsheng went down to the cave, there would be bursts of heat in his arms from time to time, and Yuwen Changsheng didn't take out the hot thing from his arms until he confirmed that he had come to the bottom of the cave.

"Immortal lock?"

Looking at the intermittent faint red light and heat sensation of the immortal lock in his hand, Yuwen Changsheng frowned slightly, because before, he had never seen the immortal lock so strange.

Yuwen Changsheng took out a mantra talisman from his arms, took out the wooden stick on his waist, and sealed his fingers, the mantra talisman lit a fire out of thin air, lit the wooden stick for exploration, and illuminated the cave where the sun was hard to reach.

The fire is lit up, and a tunnel with traces of history visible to the naked eye comes into view.

"How can there be such a tunnel under the courtyard, the four walls don't look like they are naturally formed, who did it, and I haven't heard my father and mother mention it."

Looking at the unfamiliar place in front of him and thinking about it for a while, Yuwen Changsheng still decided to look forward and find out.

In the tunnel under the cave, the moisture is thick.

Yuwen Changsheng went deep along the mysterious tunnel, his footsteps wandering in the forgotten time, and the darkness around him was like a huge demon throat, devouring all the light.

As time passed, a faint light began to glow in front of me, like looking up at the stars in the deep night, with faint starlight twinkling in the darkness.

When Yuwen Changsheng finally came to the source of the light source, he found that there was an arched stone chamber in front of him, and Yuwen Changsheng's eyes moved slightly, holding a torch and standing in place in a daze.

The stone chamber is not very spacious, but it has an air of antiquity and mystery.

In the center of the stone chamber is a stone pool, but the water in the middle is clearly different from the ordinary pool.

The liquid in the stone pool seemed to merge into the stars in the sky, and it shimmered faintly, as if hundreds of millions of stars had been plucked and thrown into the water of this small pool.

It's a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

The air in the stone chamber was moist and cold, and the liquid in the stone pool rippled in circles and circles, as if it had the pulse of life.

Yuwen Changsheng took a deep breath, vaguely feeling that he could absorb the ancient aura of this stone chamber and feel the life force contained in the ripples.

"What the hell is this?"

"Hmm."

The palm of his hand was suddenly burned, and Yuwen Changsheng instinctively let go of the hand holding the immortal lock, and the immortal lock fell to the ground, constantly flashing with a strange blood-red light regularly.

And with the flickering light of the immortal lock, the life force contained in the stone pool was unconsciously attracted by the immortal lock, and was slowly sucked in by the immortal lock.

Seeing this, Yuwen Changsheng tentatively touched the immortal lock a few times with his hand, but found that the immortal lock was still hot, so he ignored it for the time being.

When I came to the other side of the entrance of the stone room, I saw a few lines of small characters carved on the wall.

"Look at the starlight of Doufu, kneel three times and knock a thousand times."

Yuwen Changsheng thought secretly.

"Doufu Starlight, do you mean this stone pool and the light that reflects the top of the arch room, as for the three kneeling and nine knocking..."Yuwen Changsheng glanced at an old futon under his feet.

"If you guess correctly, it should mean kneeling three times and knocking a thousand times on this futon, so isn't that three thousand kneeling and nine thousand knocking? Who the hell writes this kind of thing on the wall? ”

Yuwen Changsheng's gaze moved, and there were two lines of small words next to him.

"Changzhai ears and hearts purify, and the ratings are against the audience Shenqin."

"Does this mean to enter this stone pool and soak in it?" While thinking about it, Yuwen Changsheng turned around, but suddenly found that Xiaohuan was standing at the entrance of the stone room at some point, still holding a sharp wooden block in his hand.

"Little Ring?"

Yuwen Changsheng shouted, but Xiaohuan did not respond.

"Xiaohuan, why did you come down too? Didn't you just wait at the gate of the other courtyard, did something happen up there? ”

Yuwen Changsheng approached Xiaohuan, but saw Xiaohuan at this time, his eyes were filled with some unknown black thing, and the whole person became quite wooden.

Without waiting for Yuwen Changsheng to ask, Xiaohuan suddenly grabbed the wooden block in his hand and swept towards Yuwen Changsheng's neck.

Yuwen Changsheng was a little surprised by this sudden blow, but fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and his body retreated, avoiding the fatal blow.

"What's wrong with you, Xiaohuan? Why suddenly..."Before Yuwen Changsheng's words fell, Xiaohuan attacked again, and after a few dodges, Yuwen Changsheng gritted his teeth, raised a mantra talisman, sealed his fingers, and a soul power arm armor was sacrificed to resist Xiaohuan's attack.

"You're not Xiaohuan, who the hell are you!?"

With a slightly angry tone, Yuwen Changsheng questioned the person in front of him who seemed to be Xiaohuan, but as expected, the person in front of him continued to not respond.

Just when Yuwen Changsheng was muttering about whether to fight back, suddenly, a burst of light surged from the immortal lock, and a blazing aura erupted.

For Yuwen Changsheng, this breath is at most a hot heat wave.

But for some reason, it seems to have a restrained effect on Xiaohuan at this moment.

Feeling this breath, Xiaohuan suddenly let out an angry roar, and the sound was quite unfamiliar to Yuwen Changsheng, like a beast.

After a while, Xiaohuan fell to the ground, unconscious.

And the immortal lock also converged its light and slowly returned to its original state.

"What the hell is going on?" Yuwen Changsheng looked at the changes in front of him, and countless thoughts flashed in his heart.