Nanchen and his entourage passed through the pupil stream again, and the water in the pool was not as deep as before, and the water level was more than 20 meters deep from the previous Qingdian stone.

Uncle Teng walked to the bluestone of the pupil stream, took out a fragrance from his back pocket and lit it, puffed down and knelt down, kowtowing three times in a row, causing Xiaobai behind him to "flutter", and the crisp laughter like a silver bell echoed in the silent valley.

Uncle Teng had a solemn look, and said slowly, "Song Teng does not forget to seek the blessing of the god of the pupil, always remember the grace of the god of the pupil to continue his life, and honor the god of incense, and every year today in the future, Song Teng will definitely burn incense and thank the god of the pupil."

Nanchen was not surprised to see Uncle Teng's actions, this was in line with his usual style, and the handful of fragrance he brought when he was leaving was almost all grateful, as if he was always injured.

I don't know if Qing Yao's injuries have improved, Nanchen took out the sarcophagus after resting, expressed his concern, and by the way, told her about Mi Tongjian entering the cave.

He gently opened the lid of the stone box, and then his eyes were flustered, and he quickly reset the lid of the stone box, and his heart was "pounding", Nanchen really wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

He thought about it, people's sarcophagi was like a dormitory, after all, he wore little when he was healing, so he had to knock on someone's coffin door and tell him to open it, which turned him into a voyeur.

Just when he was embarrassed, the sarcophagus opened by itself, accompanied by a flickering white light, and Ling Qingyao, who was wearing a white dress, appeared in front of him with a turn.

Nanchen's evasive eyes, embarrassed to face her face, "cough, cough" He coughed lightly twice to hide his embarrassing situation, at this time, Xiaobai next to him praised Qingyao for being beautiful like a fairy, which also helped him to some extent.

"Miss Qingyao, I, I just wanted to ask how your injuries were, I didn't see anything else, the others..."

"Oh! My injuries are basically healed, and everyone is worried, by the way, I also want to take Xiaobai to change her clothes, she is about to become a little bad wolf. ”

Before Nanchen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ling Qingyao, and he couldn't tell whether she was interrupting on purpose or based on the original intention of the words, so as not to worry everyone.

Ling Qingyao placed the stone box on the ground, and then recited a spell, the stone box turned into a sarcophagus, she walked in with Xiaobai, and then the sarcophagus was closed.

Nanchen was hindered by the previous lesson, hurriedly stayed away from the sarcophagus, took out the Shennong Ding from his back pocket and looked at it, this Shennong Ding is similar to Ling Qingyao's sarcophagus, but it can be big or small, Nanchen feels that the sarcophagus can live in people, and this Shennong Ding may also be able to go in.

Uncle Teng's sacrificial ceremony was also over, and when he was about to get up, a sentence came from his ear, "If you want to thank me, you don't have to be so troublesome, you look at the sarcophagus and the gods, you can send any one to the old decay!"

"But those two things are not mine, and if they are mine, I will definitely honor you," Uncle Teng said to himself.

"I saved you once, and I helped you again, oh! Blame me for my bad luck and help a poor boy," the voice sounded in his ears again, Song Teng thought about it, he didn't even have anything valuable on him, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a poor boy.

"Forget it! I don't know what kind of sin I have made in my life, but I have a chance with you, a poor boy, and I have seen an ancient tree by the waterfall? There is something under that ancient tree, and I hope you will give it to you today, and I hope you will do what you say. The voice then faded away.

"Waterfalls, ancient trees, give me something?" Uncle Teng's mind was a little confused, and suddenly he seemed to have walked out of the illusion, and looked at Nanchen studying Shending over there, there was no one else beside him, and he was so frightened that he staggered towards Nanchen.

Nanchen heard the hurried footsteps, raised his head and saw Uncle Teng's panicked look, so he guessed that he didn't know what stimulation he had received, and waited calmly for the big news he brought.

"Nanchen, did you hear the voice just now?" Uncle Teng suddenly asked like this, which made Nanchen feel inexplicable, and casually said that he heard it, and his response made Uncle Teng feel puzzled, this kid was so calm when he heard it, and then asked Nanchen what he heard.

Nanchen looked at Uncle Teng's mysterious appearance, glanced at him and said, "I heard that you want to be a cow and a horse to honor others." Nanchen said deliberately mockingly.

"What else?"

"It's gone!" Nanchen responded simply, Uncle Teng confirmed again and again that Nanchen really didn't hear any other sounds, and he was even more calm, he pulled Nanchen up and walked towards the ancient tree next to the waterfall.

"Uncle Teng, what are you pulling me here for? What do you say directly, do you need to be so secret?" Nanchen said puzzled.

Uncle Teng immediately told him about the things by the pond from beginning to end, Nanchen didn't take it seriously when he heard him say this, and then said: "Uncle Teng, your time by the pond is not short, are you sure you haven't fallen asleep?"

Hearing Nanchen say this, Uncle Teng was not happy, but he still thought about it and confirmed that he was not asleep, so he glanced at Nanchen, ignored him, took care of the messy rocks under the ancient tree, and dug it up with branches.

Seeing Uncle Teng's persistence, Nanchen also thought in his heart, could it be true that what Uncle Teng said was true? But he didn't have any sense of the surroundings, and the confident Nanchen was also a little hesitant.

If this is really the case, then the old decay that Uncle Teng said is hiding his heart from himself, indicating that this person is better than him, although Nanchen has always been very confident in himself, he is never arrogant.

He inspected the terrain around the pupil stream again, and the pupil stream was like a huge wok, surrounded by three mountains, like three supporting feet, erecting the big wok, and the pool of water was like a soup in the wok.

The mountain road they passed through was like a vent under this wok, and the whole mountain stream looked like a stove, Nanchen thought quietly, could this be a stove house in ancient times?

If this is really the case, wouldn't this pool of water be the broth in the wok, when Nanchen thought of this, his back was also cold, and they jumped into a big pot of boiling meat.

Nanchen thought of the whirlpool in the pool, it was the ancients stirring the broth, and at this time, he jumped into the deep pool with Uncle Teng and was swept into the Yuansong Valley, which inevitably made him hairy.

He didn't doubt what Uncle Teng said, turned to look at Uncle Teng who was digging the ground, and then said: "Uncle Teng, since people told you that you were under the ancient tree, they didn't say that you should dig three feet into the ground, what do you have to do with that effort like robbing a tomb?"

When Uncle Teng, who was sweating profusely, heard this, he thought to himself, yes, the old man didn't say let me dig it out, but just said to give it to me, so that I don't forget what I said, and let me do what I said, he thought about it and seemed to understand.

Uncle Teng flipped the cloth bag to find the fragrance, then shook his head in disappointment, and said to the ancient tree: "Mitong God, Song Teng does what he says, every year in the future, I will definitely burn incense and thank you for Mitong God."

As soon as his words fell, the water curtain of the waterfall next to him was instantly swept by a whirlwind, and it circled around the ancient tree, accompanied by a "whoosh" sound, sprinkled like a shower.

The showers washed the soil on the ground, and on the ground after washing, there were faint flashes of gold, Uncle Teng looked at this spectacle in surprise, could it be that God Ling I am a poor boy, and sent me gold dust.

Although he was very surprised, he also complained a little, and naturally said to himself: "Since you have given me gold, how can I pick up this gold dust full of stars!"

Nanchen was also a little puzzled, and gave them all back, but he found the uniqueness of the gold dust, the stars were golden with a faint glow, glowing with a cold purple gold glow.

These cold-colored purple gold glows reminded him of the ghostly light true qi of the old Wuyin Pavilion, could it be that there is a slight connection between this, Nanchen quietly thought about his thoughts, if this is the case, then it is better to give it a try.

He straightened the Shennong Ding, and then recited the spell, the Shennong Ding with a clear rhyme became a little bigger, Nanchen raised his head and said to Uncle Teng: "Uncle Teng, get out of the way, let me try it, and see if it is as I thought." ”

The single string trembled slightly, and a stream of chaotic qi rose out, spreading to the Shennong Ding, Nanchen blessed the strength again, and the rolling chaotic qi began to reverse rapidly, and the fallen leaves on the ground were blown into a whirlwind dance.

A miracle finally appeared, and the stars glowing with purple gold light reacted, like a purple gold swimming dragon flying into Shennong Ding, and the ground looked clean.

Nanchen looked at the purple gold powder in the ding, it was arranged like a golden cross, and his mind became clear, it turned out that someone had given Uncle Teng a magic weapon, and now he finally figured it out.

When Nanchen told Uncle Teng about this discovery, he heard that it was a magic weapon, but he was very happy, and he wrote a series of compilations to thank God for his gift.

When Uncle Teng saw that this magic weapon was a pile of gold dust, he lowered his head again, even if this gold dust was a magic weapon, it was leaked by him after a long time, and Uncle Teng's face was full of regret.

Nanchen patted Uncle Teng on the shoulder, and then said: "Uncle Teng, don't be frustrated, the attribute of this gold powder is Yin Yang Purple Gold, let me try it for you and see if it can be solved, what do you think?"

Nanchen gossip rotated, Dantian Yuan Jing raised two chaotic qi, the ancient talisman emerged, the red green heartstrings plucked, and two true qi appeared in Shennong Ding.

For example, the red fire dragon is yin and yang, the heartstrings are plucked, and the two dragons swim opposite each other in the ding, reflecting a yin and yang gossip totem, accompanied by the burning of the red fire, a purple-gold three-headed fork flashes.

When Uncle Teng saw such a scene, his heart blossomed, and he couldn't wait to reach out and grab the three-headed fork in Dingli, but Nanchen quickly stopped him, glanced at him and said, "Uncle Teng, do you want to talk to that Wuyin old man." ”

Uncle Teng only knew the fate of the old man of Wuyin Pavilion, but he didn't know that he was burned by the yin and yang fire, so he naturally didn't know the power of this yin and yang fire, and after Nanchen reminded him, he was taken aback.

At this time, Ling Qingyao and Xiao Bai, who were dressed in a blue long dress, walked out of the sarcophagus, the two of them were white and blue, like fairies with white clouds and blue sky, and the two soft figures and shadows inevitably made Nanchen take a few more looks.

"Brother Nanchen, Uncle Teng, Sister Qing Yao's sarcophagus is so big!" Xiao Bai took the lead in running over, waving his arm to gesture to the scene inside the sarcophagus.

Ling Qingyao saw the two of them holding Shennong Ding, I don't know what they were tossing, and they also walked over, when she saw the three-headed fork in the tripod, she immediately asked where the three-headed fork came from, after Uncle Teng said, Ling Qingyao felt even more outrageous.

"These three-headed forks are in ancient times, the weapon of a certain witch god, he was captured alive in the battle of the deer, out of the strength of the ancestor Nuwa, he was not executed at that time, and he still served in the realm of the underworld, but it was under the jurisdiction of the heavenly court, and I don't know about it later. Ling Qingyao elaborated on the origin of the three-headed fork.

Nanchen heard her talk about the underworld, the martial arts attribute of the old Wuyin Pavilion is the art of the underworld, how to succeed in the underworld, and defeat in the underworld, which made him a little confused, what is this underworld going to do?

Nanchen couldn't sort out a clear clue about this series of questions, and then asked, "Qing Yao, do you know who this ancient god is, is he related to that Wuyin Pavilion elder?"

Ling Qingyao pondered for a while and explained: "It stands to reason that I can know a little, because my memory is very vague, and I probably know these things in my consciousness, although I know the old man of Wuyin Pavilion, I also know it in my consciousness, but there is no shadow behind him in my mind. ”

Nanchen listened to Ling Qingyao's words, and muttered in his heart, how could such a clever and intelligent woman have a flaw in her memory, he immediately thought about it again, since people also said it frankly, it seems that she herself doesn't know the mystery inside.