The whistling sound lasted for three or two breaths, and when the dust settled, I saw that there were corpses all over the ground under the low mountain. But only a few were slapped to death by Li Ducicada with the power of his palm, most of them fell off the horse or were trampled to death by the horses, and many frightened horses galloped into the distance.

There are also people who are seriously injured but not dead, still moaning and wailing.

Although half of the 3,000 elite cavalry were lost, the remaining men quickly regrouped, stabilized the morale of the army, and turned the arrows.

The starry sky was bright, Li Ducian was independent of the top of the mountain, looking at those elite soldiers who were still planning to fight with their lives, he couldn't help frowning, and at the same time calmed down the murderous intent.

"It's really an elite."

For Haojie warriors, he feels that he should give the other party enough respect.

But Li Duciao's face suddenly changed again.

His eyes narrowed, his sword was drawn in his hand, and his figure spread, and he no longer had the heart to deal with these people, but flew forward, and swept up a stone mountain outside the happy forest.

Because not long after, Pharmacist Li and the woman in white were standing here, looking at him from a distance, but now the two of them were gone.

Li Ducian frowned, took a deep breath, and swept his gaze over where the two had been standing before.

There are traces of hand-to-hand.

In addition to the traces left by the Jade Rakshasa, there were also the footprints of Pharmacist Li, and with a heavy kick, a clear footprint was stepped on.

"Bai Feifei?" Li Ducian muttered.

It can only be this person, otherwise how could Pharmacist Li take the initiative to get close.

But it must be this person who made the shot.

And it was to take advantage of Pharmacist Li's unpreparedness, and in a moment of thunder, he broke out and attacked, and then restrained it.

Why?

Li Ducian was puzzled.

Since this person treated Pharmacist Li very well and took him away, what was the purpose of taking him away?

He turned and swept towards the Flower Shrine again.

Then without hesitation, he went into the grotto.

But I saw that the dark passage was long and narrow, winding, and there were scattered torches on the ground, as well as some people who had been dead for a long time.

Li Ducian picked up a torch, stopped and stopped, running like the wind, only borrowing strength on the mountain wall, like a black mist, drifting and moving, and after a while, he went straight to the end of the grotto.

Sure enough, there is a dark room here.

The darkroom has been opened.

Li Ducian looked gloomy and said calmly: "Give you three breaths and go out by yourself." ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately saw a few people in the dark room walking out tremblingly, but they saw that the situation was wrong and hid here.

Seeing that Li Ducian really didn't mean to make a move, several people hurriedly escaped.

Li Ducicada walked into the dark room with a torch.

As soon as the fire was flashed, he had a full view of the layout of the entire dark room, simple enough, stone tables and stone benches, and stone beds; Except for some utensils for daily living, all that remains is a collection of books that have been turned over, and the floor is in a mess.

Li Ducian lit up the lamps on the wall one by one, and glanced around carefully, silent for a long time, only in a long breath, the frowning brow stretched again.

He really couldn't guess why Bai Feifei did this, the only thing he was sure of was that the other party should not have any malicious intentions, or be a killer.

Li Ducian was not in a hurry to go out, he picked up the ancient books and paintings scattered on the ground, and carefully scanned them.

Ancient books are common, but they are some medical scriptures and pharmacopoeias used to regulate themselves, and a few paintings scattered are interesting.

It's all the same person.

The person in the painting is a young man, with a delicate appearance, carrying a long sword, a thin body, a lazy expression on his face with a three-point smile, looking modest and gentle, and his eyebrows are filled with a spirit of beauty, and there is a kind of free and leisurely.

Shen Lang.

Although they are all depicting the same person, each painting has a different posture.

Some rode horses, some drew swords, some raised swords and drank, and some looked at each other with smiles.

Li Ducian took a look around by the light of the lamp, but saw that the walls on all sides were also full of murals, all of which were the people in the paintings.

As far as the eye can see, the murals are densely packed, almost imprinting the other party's every move here, and the painting skills are exquisite and vulgar, even some extremely subtle expressions can be reproduced, and it is simply lifelike and vivid.

Li Ducian shook his head, living in such a place where he does not see the light of day, accompanied by portraits all day long, alone, it is not difficult to imagine how lonely it is.

Throughout the ages, there are countless heroes and wizards in the world, and there are not a few invincible people; Whenever it is mentioned, it is one more talented than the other, one is bigger than the other, and one is more earth-shattering than the other, but few people can understand the word "love".

Li Xunhuan has been trapped by love for half of his life.

Ah Fei was victimized by love.

There is Bai Feifei who regrets it.

There are also Chai Yuguan and Wang Yunmeng, who fell in love and killed each other, and went to Huangquan together.

These world-shattering and powerful martial arts masters have all suffered big losses in the word "love", and some have even lost their lives and become vain.

Li Ducian couldn't help but think of herself, as well as Shangguan Xiaoxian and Pharmacist Li.

Will he follow in their footsteps?

It's just that this idea just came to mind, and it was quickly dispelled by Li Ducian.

When his ambition has not been completely achieved, he will never be shaken by his "love......

Suddenly.

"Boom!"

An explosion shook violently from outside the grotto, and the mountain shook and the mountain collapsed.

Li Ducian raised his eyebrows, and his expression did not change much. Since he came in, he had already expected this kind of thing to happen, and he thought that there must be children of the Blue Dragon Society among the Jianghu people who escaped just now.

Li Ducian gradually calmed down, turned around and sat cross-legged on the stone bed, already exercising pranayama and recovering his strength.

Although this time he did not encounter a great enemy in the world and a strong opponent in the world, his internal strength was also a lot of losses.

It's just that Li Duciao's eyes that had just closed suddenly opened again.

His gaze fell back on the wall of murals, and he looked at the portraits on them, and his dark eyes gradually brightened.

Because after the explosion of Shicai, there was an inconspicuous crack on the mural.

Li Ducian did not see it, but heard it.

His eyes were surprised, so he flicked his fingers, and a wisp of wind broke through the air, and it was already hitting the crack in the air.

"Click......"

As the cracking sound sounded one after another, Li Ducian stood up again, came to the mural, stretched out his hand to caress the crack above, and the strangeness in his eyes became thicker and thicker.

There seems to be something hidden underneath this mural.

He rolled up his sleeves, and suddenly saw that the murals on the wall instantly turned into dust in the sky, shattering into dust.

And there is actually a mural under the mural.

The difference is that the mural below is carved, and it doesn't seem to be from Bai Feifei's hand.

The carving of this mural is stiff and sluggish, and the messy marks on the walls are like scars, and they seem to be scratched and carved, the cuts are of different shades and colors, full of an indescribable madness and ...... Hatred.

The reason why I say hatred is because those traces are carved around the portrait of a man.

Next to the portrait, there are three crooked handwritings.

Chai Yuguan.

But Li Ducian's eyes suddenly froze in the deflection and looked to the other side.

Except for Chai Yuguan, the remaining portraits are not Shen Lang, and they look a little weird and mysterious.

It's like a mountain.

There is also a lot of sporadic handwriting on the side, crooked and intermittent.

"Back to Yanfeng, Hengshan ......"

He picked up the torch, pressed it against the wall, and looked at it carefully.

"It's actually Hui Yan Peak, who will leave these things, but look at the content on this mural...... Li Ducicada stared at it, and muttered with some surprise and surprise, "Could it be that this person went back to Hui Yan Peak back then, and survived?" Or did you see something? ”

He couldn't stop reading it, and his eyes became more and more strange.

"King of Kyushu...... Shen Tianjun ......"

"Where to be buried......"

"What burial place?"

"Corpse...... Corpse? ”

"Hey, where the body of Shen Tianjun, King of Kyushu, is buried?"

"Built-in...... What's inside? ”

(End of chapter)