Han Li's figure froze, and he quickly turned around to look.

I saw that behind the red letters, a line of pale golden characters appeared in the shadow, and six words were written in gold seal script:

"White Sparrow Valley, the real wheel. ”

Those six words seem to be wrapped in a layer of vague golden light, making it impossible to see the truth.

After just looking at it for a moment, Han Li felt that his eyes were dry, and he was busy rubbing his eyes, and when he looked again, he found that the back of the red letter was clean and clean, and there was actually no word.

His heart moved, and he hurriedly looked to the side, and saw that everyone around him was staring intently at the stone wall, whispering a few words from time to time, and everyone was as usual, obviously not seeing the strange scene just now.

"White Sparrow Valley...... What kind of place is this?"

Han Li kept echoing these three words in his mind, but he couldn't remember that there was such a place in the Candle Dragon Dao.

Han Li's mind turned, and he tried different angles and methods, trying to see some clues from the big red characters on the stone wall again, but he didn't find anything unusual.

It seems that the six pale golden characters just now are imaginary and do not exist at all.

But he knew that although it was like a glimpse, with his own eyes, there was no possibility of mistake.

It's just that in this way, a trace of luck naturally rose in his heart.

In any case, I have to find out what the so-called "White Sparrow Valley" is, otherwise I will never be willing.

But where is this place?

After Han Li stood still for a long time, he walked to a corner by himself, turned over his hand and took out the map of the area of the Zhongming Mountain Range that he had obtained when he entered, and put his divine sense into it, searching carefully little by little.

As a result, this stop was more than an hour.

Han Li opened his eyes and put the map away with a flick of his wrist, but the look of doubt on his face became more and more intense.

He scanned almost all the place names on the map back and forth several times, making sure that there were no left, but he still couldn't find a place called "White Sparrow Valley".

"Could it be some unknown secret realm within the sect?" Han Li's eyes flashed, and he muttered to himself.

Thinking so in his heart, he paced to the stone wall again, stared at it for a long time, and then turned around and walked out of the Taixuan Palace.

A moment later, his figure was suspended in the void outside the Taixuan Palace, his hands were upside down, he was hunting in a green shirt, with a hint of thoughtfulness on his face, and then his body was gone, galloping away in a certain direction.

......

It's night. Chixia Peak Cave Mansion, in a secret room.

A vermilion square table of the Eight Immortals was lit with a cyan ancient lamp, and I don't know what kind of grease was burning in the lamp, there was no smoke, but there were wisps of fragrance.

The flame at the wick was unusually steady, not shaking in the slightest, and it seemed to be the size of a thumb, but it illuminated the whole room as bright as day.

On the square table, several thick green skin ancient books were stacked in one corner, three or four jade slips were placed beside them, and a yellow painting scroll about seven feet long was placed on the edge of the table, half rolled and half dragged on the ground.

On the painting scroll, Danqing brush and ink depict lifelike cyan peaks, marked with some square small characters, writing the names of these peaks, but it is a beautiful map of the situation of mountains and rivers.

Han Li was sitting at the back of the square table at the moment, holding a somewhat damaged yellowed ancient book in his hand, intently flipping through it.

These jade books and picture scrolls are all the landscape records of the Zhongming Mountains, which he borrowed from the "Inner Pavilion" of Yulong Peak today.

Except for those jade slips, these books and picture scrolls were all unique books, which could have been copied and purchased, but in order to consult the most primitive map records, he spent merit points that were more expensive than the purchase, and borrowed these original ancient books that were no longer known how many years old.

Han Li didn't miss every detail, carefully examining everything including the written records and drawings, but until now, he had not been able to find a valley called the White Sparrow.

Although there are a few places with similar names, most of them are places that cannot be important places for a sect at first glance.

The focus of his check was still on the black areas that he saw from the map of the Moling Mountains and Rivers back then, most of these places were some forbidden places of the sect, most of them were not marked on the map, but they were mentioned in some written records.

After cross-comparison, he regretted to find that there was still no mention of the White Sparrow Valley.

At this moment, the "Ancient Cloud Scripture" in his hand was already the last of all the classics.

In fact, this book is not a geographical atlas at all, but a landscape travel record of the scenery of the ancient cloud continent, and the person who wrote it seems to be just a frustrated monk who has not practiced well.

However, this book seems to have been written very early, and it can even be compared to the time of the existence of the Candle Dragon Dao, because there is a layer of forbidden magic circles attached to the books.

Once the circle is removed, the pages will immediately decay into smoke.

Han Li gently picked up a page and flipped it back, his gaze scanning up and down along the words written on it.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, pulled the ancient book a little closer, stared at one of the texts, and examined it carefully.

"There is a valley in the west mountain, the white finches are flocked, there are shepherds chasing the birds, entering the valley and not seeing the valley, only to see the mist around the middle palace Que Yu Pavilion, the high platform is hidden, the aunt dances, the immortals drink, and they don't know where they ......are."

Han Li looked at this extremely short travelogue and was silent, the second half of the story was that this shepherd boy was beaten with a whip by the Golden Armor Divine Man, and when he suddenly woke up, he found that he was still standing in the valley, as if sleepwalking.

The scene described in this travelogue is quite common among the worldly monsters, often called a mirage, which is not a strange thing, but the white finches mentioned in it make him quite concerned.

In the process of looking through the search before, I have also seen any white warblers, snow pheasants, plain kites and other titles, but I have never seen white birds, and this is the first time I have seen them.

After that, he continued to read this travelogue carefully, and finally determined, among all the books, only this one clearly recorded the word white sparrow.

"Where is this West Mountain...... Han Li held the ancient book in one hand and tapped lightly on the table with the other, falling into deep thought.

After a while, he suddenly stopped tapping, took all the basic green leather books on the table, flipped through them one by one, and spread them on the table.

Han Li pointed to one of the pages and muttered, "Youxi Mountain, the mountain is seven thousand two hundred and fifty-seven zhang high, the mountain is long and narrow, from south to north, the sunny slope grows Luyang grass, Huan Sunflower, and produces phosphorite ......."

"Xiquan Mountain, the mountain is 8,931 zhang high......"

"Jersey Peak, six ...... high"

......

The shadow of the moon was sinking in the west, and it was soon the second half of the night.

Han Li, who had been sitting at the back of the square table, stood up, stretched, and gently closed the ancient books on the table one by one, and after tidying them up, they were neatly stacked in the corner of the table.

The only thing still on the table is the situation map of mountains and rivers.

However, this picture is only less than a foot wide, and the picture on it is a mountain named Xilin Peak.

This peak is located in the west of the Zhongming Mountain Range, it is an ordinary mountain with no spiritual energy, because there is no particularly rare spiritual property on it, so it has been deserted, and no elder disciples choose to live on it.

It is close to the Puling Valley in the west, and the side branch mountain range of the Zhongming Mountain Range is far away in the east, and a very wide half-moon valley is sandwiched in the middle.

This mountain is the West Mountain that Han Li has selected after many comparisons.

He believed that the half-moon-shaped valley of the mountain called Banque Valley was most likely the White Sparrow Valley he was looking for.

Han Li caressed it with his palm, and the flame of the ancient lamp on the Eight Immortals' table flickered slightly and went out.

Above the wick, a wisp of white smoke rises, exuding a faint fragrance that lasts for a long time.

Han Li walked out of the house, closed the door, and walked straight towards the front yard, but before he could get out of the hall, he saw Meng Qianqian running briskly from the verandah.

"Elder Li, you're coming out, you're coming out......" Before she could get closer, she saw Han Li's figure and hurriedly shouted.

Hearing this, Han Li frowned slightly, then raised his eyebrows, and his face showed a touch of joy.

"Let's go, let's see. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward, palmed his shallow arm, and the two figures turned into a blue light, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, the figures of the two appeared in a stone chamber in the cave.

In the stone room, the small Spirit Gathering Circle was still running, and there were continuous flashes of cyan spiritual light in it.

A white giant egg stood in the center of the circle, constantly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth gathered from the circle, shaking slightly.

As a result, Han Li and the others looked at the giant egg for a full quarter of an hour, but they didn't see the slightest sign of it breaking out of its shell.

"It shook very much, and there was a knocking sound in the eggshell from time to time, I thought it was about to hatch, so I hurriedly ran to inform the elders......" Meng Qianqian looked at the scene in front of him, and said with some embarrassment.

Han Li stared at the giant egg, and upon closer inspection, he found that there was a very slight crack at the bottom of the eggshell, which he couldn't see at all if he didn't look closely.

"It has hatched, but it has not seen the mother bird since it was born, and it is a little frightened, so it hides again. After a while, Han Li shook his head and said.

After that, he thought about it, flipped his palm, and a long feather with a streamer appeared in his palm, and handed it to Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian took the feather a little uncertainly, and looked at Han Li in a daze.

"Go tell the little guy out. Han Li said with a smile.

Meng Qianqian nodded, blinked his long eyelashes a few times, walked up the letter suspiciously, reached out and gently knocked on the giant egg.

The Dome still didn't react.

After a brief hesitation, Meng Qian gently stroked the surface of the eggshell a few times with the feathers in his hand.

As a result, this time, the giant egg seemed to sense something, first for a moment, and then for a moment, and then it shook slightly, but the amplitude was much smaller than before.

Dream Qian's beautiful eyes lit up, and while gently stroking the surface of the eggshell with the feathers in his hand, he stretched out a palm and stroked it gently.

The dome suddenly stopped shaking, and it was so quiet that it didn't move.