Shen Yueyue is not the kind of girl who is very beautiful, she is small, delicate and even a little weak.

At this time, this petite and pitiful girl was lying in front of Fang Buyue's eyes.

She was dressed as a palace maid, just like the little girl when she played with Emperor Wu back then. Due to the two formations of the perched spirit and the town spirit and the protection of the perched spirit wood, the girl's complexion was still as ruddy as when she was born, and her skin was not even wrinkled at all. Except that there was no breath or heartbeat, this girl was like she was alive.

Fang Buyue clasped her hands together, bowed to Shen Yueyue who was lying in the coffin, and then slowly retreated.

He came to the stone platform to the east. Dong Nai Zhen hexagram, wood. On the stone platform was a weed-like thing.

"It is worthy of King Shou, just this handful of Shennong grass can have such vigorous vitality!" Fang Buyue carefully picked up this handful of weeds with spiritual power, and took out a small wooden box from the ring. "A divine object like the Immortal Wood Cultivation Shennong Grass is still not qualified, but this is the only thing I have at hand that can hold this Shennong Grass. ”

Yaowang Shennong grass, because its vitality is extremely vigorous, a small plant can prolong life for thousands of years, so it is also called "Shouwang".

Shennong grass has a spiritual intelligence, and can change into a variety of other flowers and plants to hide itself, so it is difficult to be detected.

Fang Buyue put away the Shennong grass and walked to the right.

On the stone platform on the north side is a small porcelain vase.

"The north, the hexagram, belongs to the water, and represents the old. Fang Buyue looked at the small porcelain bottle in front of her that exuded cold air, and said thoughtfully, "Then what is in this bottle is eighty percent three-yuan heavy water." ”

Three-yuan heavy water, a drop is enough for tens of thousands of catties. Normally, if a mortal drinks a drop, he will die of old age in an instant, and if a monk with advanced cultivation drinks it by mistake, it will also accelerate aging, and he will soon die of exhaustion. However, the heavy water used to refine the magic weapon has an extremely peculiar effect.

Fang Buyue used her spiritual power and exerted her strength to eat milk, and then put the small porcelain bottle into the ring.

"I'm afraid there are three drops of three-yuan heavy water in this, and this Martial Emperor is really willing to do it!" The poor boy Fang Buyue was a little envious of the rich man's life.

The southern divination is a fire, and on the stone platform is a blazing, pale flame.

Unlike ordinary flames, this flame not only does not emit heat, but even emits cold air.

"The spark of the cold fire of the Netherworld. Fang Buyue looked at the flames on the stone platform and smacked her tongue, "Who would have thought that one of the most mysterious flames in the Five Continents would actually be in the hands of Emperor Liangwu!"

Every thousand years, at the turn of the sun and the moon, the Netherworld Cold Fire that can only appear in the land of extreme cold and extreme yin is a dark flame that can corrode everything.

Finally, Fang Buyue came to the stone platform in the west, and an unknown piece of metal was placed on the stone platform.

This piece of metal is all black, exuding a cold aura, and just by approaching it, you can feel a feeling of weakness for no reason.

Dead stone, a dead stone that contains the power of death. The dead qi in this stone can at least exhaust the vitality of a celestial immortal!

"It's terrible!" Although Fang Buyue was stunned when he looked at this stone, he still took out a stone box from the ring and put the dead stone in it.

Like the three-element heavy water, this dead stone is also an extremely rare treasure for refining weapons.

Finally, he returned to the coffin in the center.

The girl in the coffin was still lying peacefully. But the two formations of the Habitat Spirit and the Soul of the Town have been broken, and in a few days, this beautiful girl will gradually become a skeleton like all the people who died.

The middle belongs to the earth, the wood is more golden, and the spiritual wood coffin where the girl is lying is the treasure of the two formations.

But Fang Buyue, as a tomb robber, can never disturb the purity of the tomb owner, which is the code of conduct for a qualified tomb robber.

So, regrettably, Fang Buyue said goodbye to Shen Yueyue.

Fang Buyue slowly walked out of the side room.

There is no Zhu Shuying in the corridor outside the side.

"Shuying?" Fang Buyue shouted. The voice echoed through the corridor, and there was no answer.

"Zhu Shuying!" the boy panicked, he opened his throat and shouted, and the voice traveled far down the corridor.

However, there was still no response. In an instant, cold sweat soaked Fang Buyue's whole body.

From the first time he went to the tomb at the age of eight, to this moment, Fang Buyue, who was already twenty-three years old, had such a deep sense of fear in the tomb for the first time.

"Zhu Shuying!!" Fang Buyue almost collapsed emotionally, and his almost desperate shouts echoed throughout the corridor and side rooms.

She has no experience and is a girl, what should she do in the tomb? What should I do if there is an accident and danger? Why should I leave her alone!? Fang Buyue fell to her knees in remorse and stretched out her hand to slap herself. Tears rolled down his eyes, and his brain raced at high speed in the chaos.

"Night Pearl!" Suddenly, a thought swept through Fang Buyue's mind like lightning, and he grabbed the thought like a life-saving straw, and cried with joy.

"Tracking, yes, tracking!" Fang Buyue's eyes were red, he got up from the ground, luckily with spiritual power, and pinched out a trick.

A vague and faint signal reached Fang Buyue's mind.

"On the other end?!" he was a little incredulous, "Why?"

But Fang Buyue didn't care about the doubts and shock, he rubbed his nose and walked towards the dark corridor.

He wanted to find Zhu Shuying.

......

Xu Ming and Chu Feng were wandering the streets.

"Now Qingyang Sect's wanted notice for you is not so strict!" When passing by the billboard, Xu Ming also went to take a look, Qingyang Sect's wanted notice for Chu Feng had been covered by other notices, leaving only a small corner.

Chu Feng still looks like Zhu Shuying and Fang Buyue helped him look good, an honest and honest farmer.

Although it was safer this way, the sight of a farmer and a monk walking side by side was still quite high.

"After all, there are still ten days to go before the New Year, at this time, the imperial capital city is mixed, all sects and factions have sent people to the imperial capital, and the Qingyang Sect is not willing to make trouble at this time. Chu Feng said.

Xu Ming nodded, and the two continued to walk forward.

It was nearly evening, and the sun was setting. The sunset in winter is like a tomato that has been left for a long time, red and yellow, and has no beauty.

The two returned to the inn.

At dinner time, the inn was lively, and the lobby on the first floor was full of people, all of whom were reckless men who were drinking with fists.

Xu Ming and Chu Feng sat and drank sullenly. went out for a day, but I couldn't hear the news of Bai Qishu and Li Yu'an and Li Yihuan.

"And the shaman of the Wu clan, there hasn't been any news for so long. I think I should have left the imperial capital!" Xu Ming sighed.

The shopkeeper who was passing by heard Xu Ming's sigh, and leaned over and said, "This master, are you looking for a shaman from the Wu clan? ”

"You know?" Xu Ming was a little surprised and asked, "What's the news?"

"The last time I passed by the Tongfu Inn, I saw a strangely decorated man, especially like the shaman of the Wu clan painted in the book. "That was more than a week ago, and I don't know if he's still there." ”

"Okay, thank you!" Xu Ming threw him a piece of silver, and then pulled his leg and ran out of the door.