"Isn't it a piece that we can go down and take a closer look to be sure?" Feng Xuan said slowly.

Feng Ming listened to Feng Xuan's words, lowered his height, fell to the ground, and the two of them got off their flying swords and went straight to the nearest rock.

The rubble has long been degraded by the erosion of time, and the mottling of the years has left traces on the rubble, and Feng Xuan has been watching these rubble for a long time.

"There are nine pieces in total, plus the middle one..."Feng Xuan said in silence for a long time.

"How do you test that these rocks are a piece?" Feng Ming asked.

"Little Senior Sister, you see, there are a lot of sword marks on these chaotic stones, although it has been a long time, they are still very clear!" Feng Xuan said in a daze as he looked at the sword marks on the chaotic stones.

"You also said that these are all big stones, there is really a master who may not split a sword, and there are a few more sword moves, what's so strange about this?" Feng Ming shook his head and looked away.

"No, if you use a few more tricks, the fractures will definitely be uneven, but these chaotic stones have an obvious feature, that is, they all have a neat and smooth section, which is clearly caused by a sword!" Feng Xuan retorted slowly, there was a hint of realization in his mind, but he just couldn't remember it.

"What's strange about this, maybe the master was bored and saw this big stone, and casually compared it a few times, and found that it was not broken, and then made a move to cut it into such pieces!" Feng Ming rolled his eyes, he felt that Feng Xuan was almost enchanted.

"A few casual gestures......" Feng Xuan ignored the white eyes of the little senior sister, and the man muttered.

Suddenly, a glimmer of realization came from his mind again, and Feng Xuan gradually fell into deep thought.

"Sword qi all over the ground, huge cliffs, gravel all over the ground, what does this senior want to tell the junior?" Feng Xuan muttered.

"Little junior brother, don't be stunned, this broken place has existed for so long, countless sword cultivation disciples have come here to comprehend, and they haven't seen anything!" Feng Ming shook his head, a little regretful that he had brought his little junior brother here.

"No, no, it's weird here!" Feng Xuan shook his head, and walked through the rocks with his steps, back and forth several times.

"Little junior brother, okay, no, you can meditate here like them!" Feng Ming said angrily as he watched the sky get late.

"Retreat...... I know, I understand!" The little senior sister said the word meditation, and a picture suddenly appeared in Feng Xuan's mind, which was definitely like this, and Feng Xuan jumped up happily at the moment.

"What's wrong? What do you understand?No fever, right?" Feng Ming stepped forward and grabbed Feng Xuan and poked her forehead.

"I don't have a fever!" Feng Xuan said with the back of the little sister's hand on her forehead, full of black lines.

"What nonsense are you talking about if you don't have a fever?" Feng Ming said, shaking her head.

"I understand the mystery of this wasteland!" Feng Xuan looked around, the shout just now had already alarmed some disciples, and he whispered at the moment.

"Got what?" Feng Ming asked with interest.

"First of all, these stones were originally a whole large stone, erected here, and a master passed by here, and he had a feeling, meditated here, and then had a comprehension, and he easily divided this huge stone into several pieces, and the last sword was the cliff that caused it!" Feng Xuan said with burning eyes.

"What you said is very reasonable, this master first randomly compared on the boulder, did not cut it, and then became angry, the stone became like this, as for the cliff, the embarrassed and angry master made a sword, this explanation is more convincing!" Feng Ming nodded and said seriously, but no matter how he looked at it, he was looking at a child.

"Little Senior Sister, I'm not kidding!" Feng Xuan was full of black lines.

"I'm not kidding!" Feng Ming said solemnly, and patted Feng Xuan on tiptoe on the shoulder.

".........." Feng Xuan was completely speechless, this little senior sister really took him as a demon.

"Little Senior Sister, the reason why the master scribbled in the troubled times is because this master carved what he realized on the stone here, and that cliff is the sword move that the master has comprehended!" Feng Xuan grabbed Feng Ming and said word by word.

"I know, since there is a comprehension left by a master on the stone, it must be a treasure of last resort!" Feng Ming still teased this Feng Xuan.

"Okay, little senior sister, if you don't believe it, I'll go draw it!" Feng Xuan didn't say anything more, turned around and walked towards the rocks.

"I'll see what you can draw!" Feng Ming said with a smile on his lips, keeping up with Feng Xuan's footsteps.

"The sword marks on the stone are different, the scratches are of different shades, it should be destroyed or covered later, so there are two pictures, according to the depth of the sword marks, the deep one is one picture, and the shallow one is the other picture!" Feng Xuan said as he pulled out his sword and slowly drew two patterns on the ground.

One is disorganized, and the other looks unorganized and scribbled. Feng Xuan looked at the two patterns depicted, and was extremely disappointed.

"Could it be that I really think too much, there are not so many mysteries at all, just a swordsman passing by casually doing it?" Feng Xuan muttered to himself.

It's just that Feng Ming did look at these two patterns with burning eyes, turning the angle back and forth, and her brows furrowed more and more.

"Little junior brother, I'm afraid there is really a mystery here, it's really as you said!" Feng Ming was extremely serious at the moment.

"Oh, my guess was correct?" said Feng Xuan loudly.

"Shhhh Be quiet!" Feng Ming looked around, motioning for Feng Xuan to be quieter. Baidu

"Little Senior Sister?" Feng Xuan said in a low voice.

"Don't alarm the others, let's first use the image stone to imprint the sword marks on each stone, and act separately, being careful not to let others find out!" Feng Ming said in a low voice, then took out two influence stones from the storage package and handed one to Feng Xuan.

The two glanced at each other, pretending to be normal disciples, circling around the rocks, and secretly imprinted all the sides with sword marks, but fortunately, the surface pieces where the sword marks were distributed were all on it, and they were not pressed under the ground.

After turning around, the two returned to the same place, glanced at each other, and Feng Ming erased the pattern drawn by Feng Xuan on the ground with his foot.

"It's all printed?" Feng Ming asked.

"Well, it's all done!" Feng Xuan said happily.

"Okay, let's go back and talk about it!" Feng Ming nodded, and then took the Feng Xuan Imperial Sword and left the place......

Back at the house, it was getting late, Feng Ming didn't have a trace of tiredness, and planned to figure it all out overnight, Feng Xuan had this intention, and then Feng Ming took out rice paper and pen and ink.

Ten image stones, twenty images, according to the depth of the sword marks, one image stone can draw two images, the two of them divided labor, carefully identified, and waved the pen to draw the sword marks under the image stone prints.

Soon, twenty images appeared on the rice paper, and then one by one they were selected, and the scribbled images were thrown aside, several times the two images were about the same, and then the image stone was taken out and repainted.

It took a whole night, and finally it was almost early in the morning, and I picked out ten patterns that looked more like words. Feng Ming frowned and changed directions back and forth, her face becoming more and more serious.

"Little Senior Sister, have you found it..."Feng Xuan couldn't understand it, but felt that it was extremely mysterious.

"Little junior brother, you are right, this is indeed handed down by a certain master's predecessor!" Feng Ming looked at Feng Xuan and said solemnly.

"Then what does this mean?" asked Feng Xuan, pointing to the portrait.

"I don't know!" Feng Ming said, shaking her head.

"How can that little senior sister be sure that she was left by the seniors, it's not just random strokes!" Feng Xuan wondered.

"Because it's an ancient text, I've seen my mother read it before," Feng Ming said silently.

"Little Senior Sister, then we ......" Feng Xuan wanted to speak and stopped.

"Mother has gone to that world now, it's impossible...."Little Senior Sister Feng Ming shook her head and said.

"Then there's no way, why don't we go to Shizun?" Feng Xuan said disappointedly.

"Don't go to Daddy, although my mother has read this kind of text, it means that there is this kind of ancient immortal book in the sect, and it just so happens that you have that token. If your guess is true, junior brother, this is definitely not an ordinary swordsmanship, I must interpret it!" Feng Ming carried an inexplicable yearning, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of a smile.

"Little Senior Sister?" Feng Xuan looked at Little Senior Sister Feng Ming's appearance, and said softly.

"Little junior brother, I can't wait, follow me to the Gongfa Pavilion!" Feng Ming jumped up excitedly, pulling Feng Xuan's arm and said happily.

"Little Senior Sister, are you in too much of a hurry?" Feng Xuan said weakly.

"Can you go?" Seeing this, Feng Ming's face changed, and he looked at Feng Xuan with an unkind expression.

"Let's go, immediately!" Feng Xuan suddenly felt a chill hit him, and said righteously at the moment.

"Well, this is what a little junior brother should look like!" Junior Sister Feng Ming looked at Feng Xuan appreciatively, and then quickly ran towards the Gongfa Pavilion where the martial arts training ground was located with a reluctant little junior brother.

It's still the same, it's no different from what I saw last time, the martial arts training ground elder is preaching, and the disciples below are sitting quietly on the ground neatly, Feng Xuan even suspects that there are disciples here who are meditating when it's dark at night, and this also has to sigh The atmosphere of the disciples of the Sword Soul Sect is preaching, and there are not many elders in the Qinhan Sect.

The follower little senior sister Feng Ming entered the Gongfa Pavilion, and the round four elders saw the demonic little sister in a cold sweat, but fortunately, Feng Ming showed his intentions, and the four elders knew that the little princess was not here to harm his treasures, and happily opened the prohibition of the library pavilion, and was very happy to personally send the little princess into it.

Feng Xuan followed the little senior sister into the library pavilion, and the immortal books were everywhere, neatly sitting on the wooden bookshelves, neatly and orderly. However, the little sister Fengming didn't even look at it, and quickly passed through one row to another, and Wuxi had no time to take care of herself.

At the moment, Feng Xuan didn't care, and looked at it casually, there are all kinds of exercises, from mental methods to attack methods to body methods and secret techniques, there is everything here.

Feng Xuan also curiously picked up the basic immortal book, but unfortunately, as before, the immortal book was in a state of ban, and it seemed that the four elders needed to unseal it, and at the moment Feng Xuan walked around tastelessly, the little senior sister had already stepped into the second layer at this moment, Feng Xuan did not continue to follow when he saw this, but chose to withdraw from the library pavilion, anyway, there is a sound transmission stone, and the little senior sister will not find herself.

When he came out, Feng Xuan obediently walked into the inner courtyard under the smiling eyes of the four elders, and the four elders closed the door casually. The figure of an old man appeared in front of Feng Xuan's eyes, it was the Great Elder who appeared in the Burial Sword Cliff that day.

"Disciple Feng Xuan greets the Great Elder!" Feng Xuan bowed and saluted!

"Get up, don't be polite, I've always heard that Fusheng has accepted a closed disciple, and it just so happens that the old man came to the library today and saw you!"

"The disciple is actually good at nothing, thanks to the respect of the master, I feel ashamed!" Feng Xuan bowed down again and said.