Following Qing Yao around a few forks, a cave in front of her was quite spacious, she walked to a stone pillar, struck the stone pillar with the hilt of her sword, and then knocked out a conical stalagmite.

With the fall of the stalagmites, a large amount of quicksand kept gushing out, and the rock wall on one side made a "boom" roar, like a dull thunder whimper.

A section of the rock wall slowly opens like a stone door, and the crack is more than half a meter, and it turns out that this section of the rock wall is a stone door, which relies on the natural style and local materials, which is really an ingenious design concept.

Qing Yao glanced at Uncle Teng and Xiao Bai, smiled and said, "The two of you still have to wait outside," and then walked into the secret room with Nanchen.

The secret room is not wide but narrow and long, like a sealed cave, which is a little dry and dim, Qing Yao felt out the fire sickle from a groove, and the groove was lit up with two sounds, and the layout of the stone room was instantly illuminated.

Qing Yao looked at Nanchen and said softly: "Nanchen, I would rather believe in the mistake than the coincidence, this soft sword does not belong to me, it only belongs to the conqueror, I don't recognize the chance, the light is limited to half an hour, otherwise God..."

She didn't say anything, her chin raised behind the stone gate, and then turned around and walked outside the stone gate, her hair brushing over Nanchen's face, leaving only a faint fragrance...

Nanchen looked at the dust bones at the stone gate, could this be the bones of the gods, he felt a little fluctuating in his heart, the stone room has a square stone table, corresponding to the yin and yang gossip pattern on the top of the stone room, symbolizing the meaning of the sky and the round place.

"Choked" soft swords out of the sheath, two soft swords placed on the stone table, Tianquan Xuanming, Yuheng Danyuan, Nanchen comprehended the spirit and spirit in his mind, and his heart touched the yin and yang gossip and slowly turned.

"Xuanluo Spirit, Danluo Spirit, Heavenly Xuanheng, Landscape Seven Spirits Jade Power and" Nanchen green heartstrings vibrated together, the ancient saying spelled the gossip and rotated, the two swords trembled together, and the sword chanted and trembled.

"Elf spirit, yin and yang Xuan Huo burns," then waved his arm a little, the red purple heartstrings flicked, the mountain fire splashed out of the rock wall groove, spreading faintly on the double sword, the two sword flames fused together, when the mountain fire was extinguished, Nanchen's hands were swirling with chaotic energy, and he rolled out of the sword on the spot, and with a "boom", the heavy stone door was tightly closed.

When Qing Yao saw this scene, she instantly stretched her eyebrows, she smiled heartily, and sighed in her heart that people and immortals should be gods together, Nanchen held a soft sword that was still smoking, and nodded slightly at her, the more he realized, the heavier his heart became.

When Uncle Teng saw this scene, he seemed to understand something, and said reluctantly: "Miss Ling, I even said that your pavement was dragged away by whom, and you didn't say that there is a blacksmith shop here, even if it is in return, throw my short sword into it for refining!"

Uncle Teng took out the short sword from his bag, looked at the soft sword that was still full of green smoke, and showed a look of envy, and then turned his face to look at Qing Yao, the meaning was obvious, whether he could open the blacksmith shop and refine him.

Nanchen heard Uncle Teng call her Miss Ling, and repeated the name in her mouth, "Miss Ling?"

Uncle Teng and Xiaobai saw Nanchen's reaction, and the two of them thought of one place in unison, and the disease was committed again.

Perhaps feeling a little out of shape, Nanchen added: "The name is good, and the surname is spiritual. ”

At this time, Ling Qingyao, who was staring at the short sword in Uncle Teng's hand, showed an uneasy look on his face.

Nanchen noticed her expression, and his eyes also moved to the short sword, only to see Ling Qingyao snatch Nanchen's soft sword and slash towards Uncle Teng, before Uncle Teng could react, a sword light flashed.

With a crisp sound of "bell", Uncle Teng closed his eyes in fright, and quickly shrunk his neck, his heart and liver trembled, and when he came to his senses, he raised his hand to see that there was only a sword hilt left in his hand.

"Miss Ling, I'm just talking, why should you take it seriously? It's not easy for Uncle Teng to become a sword-wielding person, it's not been hot for a few days, and he's bare-handed again, alas!" Uncle Teng sighed and said.

Seeing the half-cut short sword lying on the ground, Uncle Teng was a little distressed, this was a gift from his senior brother, and then he thought about it again, this sword was too much, and it was cut in two pieces by the soft sword.

"Uncle Teng, where did you get this sword from?" Ling Qingyao asked.

Uncle Teng, who was holding the hilt of the sword, heard Qing Yao's inquiry, and thought to himself that there was something wrong with this sword, no wonder the senior brother gave it to him, so he quickly told Ling Qingyao the origin of the sword.

When Ling Qingyao heard Uncle Teng's words, she still showed a hesitant expression, and then Nanchen came over and said to Qingyao: "Miss Ling, Uncle Teng is telling the truth, we are the people of Tianjingguan. ”

Nanchen revealed their identities, "Tianjing View?" Ling Qingyao thought lightly, looking at the half of the sword head on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Nanchen, is that Senior Brother Qi Cong of Uncle Teng credible?" Ling Qingyao asked casually.

"He is the protector of the Dharma in the view, and he has followed the Taoist for many years, of course he is credible, is there anything wrong with this, Miss Ling?" Nanchen's suspicion of Ling Qingyao was somewhat emotionally resistant, in his heart, everything that involved Tianjing Guan was his mother, even though he was not a disciple of Tianjing Guan.

Ling Qingyao didn't respond immediately, but walked to Xiao Bai's side, she heard Uncle Teng say that Xiao Bai was injured by the short sword, gently pulled up Xiao Bai's cuffs, and reached out to touch Xiao Bai's meridians.

Xiao Bai felt a trace of coldness, slowly wandering away along his arm, Ling Qingyao's eyes were slightly closed, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she felt every trace of breath.

She exhaled lightly, she didn't notice anything abnormal, but her expression was still solemn, she turned around and said: "The mystery of this sword is not a sharp killing, but the soul of the immortal god through the meridians, and it is endless." ”

As soon as Uncle Teng heard Qing Yao's words, his body instantly became smart, and he hurriedly threw half of the hilt of the sword on the ground, wiping his palms back and forth on his clothes.

"Isn't that Xiaobai dangerous?" Uncle Teng said casually, turning his face to look at Nanchen, as if he was a little complaining that he had made a move on Xiaobai.

"The injury on Xiao Bai's arm is not abnormal, it is that her soul yuan has not reached the realm, even if the spirit yuan is somewhat damaged, it has been repaired by the pure essence qi, and it is no big problem," Qing Yao said this, and glanced at Nanchen, who was a little embarrassed.

Nanchen was also a little ashamed in his heart, he didn't even find the abnormality of this sword, his mother was right, there is a sky outside the sky, it seems that his cultivation of the exercises still has a long way to go.

"It's getting late, and we don't know what your covering... No, it's the sarcophagus that is of use to you, although I don't know the inside story, but it can also help you. After Nanchen said this, he glanced at Uncle Teng, and the sarcophagus was a sarcophagus, not a cover.

Ling Qingyao didn't say anything when she heard this, her eyes looked at Nanchen's resolute face, and her calm mood rippled like an autumn leaf falling into the lake, returning to calm.

As if she had just come out of her memory, she said with a shallow smile: "Thank you, Nanchen, even if it is a mistake, but it is a foregone conclusion, everything in the world is accompanied by vicissitudes, where to go is not important to me, with fate, with nature, with heart..."

The familiar shallow smile, the soft words, full of the vicissitudes of time, the expression is calm and calm, and there is no attachment to drift.

This shallow smile, with his growth, this shallow smile, teaching the Fa to him, this shallow smile tugged at Nanchen's heartstrings...

Nanchen's heart fluctuated a little, his pure essence was a little unquiet, he knew that there were some things that needed to be calm, and he couldn't easily touch the emotional strings in his heart, but Nanchen's sour heart didn't agree.

Everyone was immersed in the silence, accompanied by an "oops" sound...

"Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of you, I, Nanchen will make you vicissitudes like the rising sun," Nanchen took Ling Qingyao's hand and walked out of the cave.

Above the valley ahead, a meteor streaked across the night sky, and Xiaobai, who was leading the way in front, stopped, turned around and said: "At the bottom of this mountain is the pine stream, my mother once said that it was very dangerous here, and never let me come over to play," Xiaobai said timidly.

"Nanchen, you are waiting for me outside, Xiaobai is right, this pine stream is a heavenly array, it is a targeted layout, and it is futile for you to venture in. Ling Qingyao said worriedly.

Nanchen saw Qing Yao's worried expression, it was impossible for him to let him enter the pine stream alone, and then said: "Uncle Teng, you and Xiaobai stay here, Qing Yao leads the way, I will follow you far away, and there is no room for anything else." ”

Ling Qingyao hesitated for a moment, seeing the firmness in Nanchen's eyes, she didn't say anything, she stood up and walked inside, and Nanchen immediately followed into Songjian.

The scene in the pine stream is not as bad as Nanchen imagined, except for the beehive-like holes on both sides, the rest is a forest of strange stones, although it is called a pine stream, the green pine is not as much as imagined.

Ling Qingyao sensed the direction of the sarcophagus all the way, she walked towards a flat pond, Nanchen looked at it from a distance, there was indeed a sarcophagus on the bluestone by the pool, under the swaying of the moonlight, glowing a little blue glow.

Nanchen looked around at the situation and didn't sense anything else, Qing Yao slowly approached the sarcophagus, looked around vigilantly, and chanted the spell sarcophagus slowly opened on its own.

The water in the pool began to boil, and several black shadows jumped out, surrounding her, Ling Qingyao wanted to close the sarcophagus, and then turned around and was just about to recite the spell, the sword light in the sarcophagus flashed, and a sharp sword was against her waist.

An old man sat up in the coffin, then stood up laughing, he held a sword against Qing Yao in one hand, and then stepped out of the sarcophagus.

The old man smiled and said to Ling Qingyao: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, I thought you wouldn't come, give us less trouble, since you're here, please go into the coffin!"

Ling Qingyao hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Who did I think! I still need to be personally invited by the elder of Wuyin Pavilion, it is rare for a little woman to be so honored..."

Nanchen in the shadows heard Qing Yao's words and knew that this was a message to him, who was the old man in Wuyin Pavilion? Nanchen understood that Qing Yao didn't want him to make a move, maybe he was too capable of this person.

Watching Qing Yao begin to step into the sarcophagus, the old man showed a sinister sneer, Nanchen was a little anxious, with the strength of the two people at such a distance, they couldn't sense each other's fluctuations, which also showed that the strength of the other party was not much bigger than him.

When Nanchen was assessing the strength of the other party, Ling Qingyao stepped into the sarcophagus and stood still, and the old man immediately urged: "What else does Miss Ling expect? If not, then don't waste time." ”

Ling Qingyao looked at the sky and sighed: "The vicissitudes of life have left traces of Nanchen, and the heart has left a mark, there is no heart to burn the fire with a bare feather fan, the stars are moving, and the vicissitudes are not there..."

Ling Qingyao's hint and farewell made Nanchen, who was staring at him bloody, instantly boil, and the dantian crossed the thick hatred in turn.