Jian Shuzhi was puzzled, and remembered the words of the drunkard old man Song Qixian: Dongtian must use a key to enter. After thinking about it carefully, it suddenly dawned on me: the current world is not actually a artifact cave, and the real cave should be hidden behind this gate. At this point, he made a very bold guess.

Song Qixian had clearly told him last night that each artifact cave was opened in a different way. Then, the drunkard old man Song Qixian should not be able to open this stone door, and the strength that he can really rely on comes from himself. Since his mind can enter this world, it shows that such an artifact has recognized its owner, and it is only a matter of time before he finds the key, and he is not in a hurry.

Jian Shuzhi was about to withdraw some of his thoughts in the space of the Blood Jade Pendant artifact, but found that the tattooed sword was uneasy and obedient again.

The tattooed sword was like a cyan lightning bolt that instantly broke into the artifact space, turning into a cold light flying sword in the artifact space, and this flying sword kept wandering and spinning in front of the villain whose thoughts were gathered and formed, like an unkempt childish man scurrying around and hitting the rock wall from time to time.

Jian Shuzhi was quite helpless about this, and he tried to establish communication with this flying sword. Helplessly, the flying sword is like Meng Tong who has not opened his mind, and it is not controlled at all. This strange phenomenon was far beyond his knowledge.

The cyan flying sword moves quickly and quickly, coming and going without a trace. With Jian Shuzhi's perception, he couldn't feel its trajectory at all. There was a crunch on the rock wall, and a few new nicks appeared, and the mystery carved into the wall was solved.

Jian Shuzhi secretly laughed to himself, it turned out that he was thinking too much.

At this time, Jian Shuzhi's mind was completely attracted by the cyan flying sword, and he was completely immersed in the artifact space, and the body in the room had no sense, and was in a state of out-of-body soul. Regarding the arrival of the drunkard old man Song Qixian, he did not judge and perceive it.

The drunkard old man Song Qixian probed Jian Shuzhi's snort, and instantly understood this situation, so he stayed aside with peace of mind. At this moment, if he was accidentally disturbed and assassinated, Jian Shuzhi could only cry for his life, and the gods and Buddhas could not be saved.

Among the artifacts, the cyan flying sword shuttled back and forth, and finally inadvertently burrowed into the keyhole. In an instant, the flying sword stopped its agitation, the brilliance slowly dissipated, and the stone gate began to make a strange sound. I saw that the stone door opened slowly, and the dazzling bright light came out from between the cracks, and a musty smell that had been sealed in dust for thousands of years also emitted. Hearing this, Jian Shuzhi felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

The dust in the sky dissipated, the stone gate was completely opened, and Jian Shuzhi's gaze fell on the flying sword. It turned out that the cyan tattoo sword attached to his skin was the key to opening this cave, it was the legendary artifact key, which was really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it.

Jian Shuzhi secretly sighed that his luck was good, looked around, and realized that there was no danger. He moved his feet and stepped into the cave. This side of the world is indeed much larger than the space outside the door: the cave is full of smoke, as if on the fairyland, and there are three thatched huts built against the 10,000-year-old pines. The ancient pines are full of life and twinkles, and the thatched houses are in disrepair and crumbling. In a pond in front of the house, there are several green lotus plants with sharp horns. The breeze blows, the lotus flowers sway, the lotus leaves swing lightly, and the water ripples slightly.

When I entered the hut, it was full of dust, and there was no place to put my feet. There are a few broken roofs of the thatched huts, but fortunately, there is no change of sun, moon and stars in the cave, and there is no change in wind, thunder, sunshine and rain, so you don't have to worry about the impact of weather changes. However, with Jian Shuzhi's character, the roof will definitely be repaired if it is damaged, which is another story.

In the main hall, hang a black background bronzing plaque, the inscription on it reads: Zang Feng is sharp, below the plaque is a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, the case is placed against the wall of the main hall, two candlesticks and several porcelain plates on it. There was not even a single chair in the hall, and the rooms on both sides were empty, which is not an exaggeration to describe the four walls of the house.

Jian Shuzhi looked left and right, this square cave was such a big place, and it would soon be transparent inside and out. He began to gather his mind and wake up slowly......

After waking up, Jian Shuyi accidentally saw the funny scene that happened to the drunkard old man just now, so the story that followed happened.

After listening to Jian Shuzhi's description, the drunkard old man pondered a little and boldly speculated: "If it is not bad as expected, the value of this artifact is far greater than what you see in front of you, you should keep it alive." ”

Jian Shuzhi had never seen the drunkard old man have such a sincere demeanor, so he kept his words in mind and nodded yes.

"Everyone has a deep and shallow fate, usually after letting the artifact recognize the owner, it takes a long time to find it to get the key to the cave, this situation that happens to you today is rare, and the old man has heard of it for the first time. From this, you can tell that you must be the one who is deeply blessed. The drunkard old man Song Qixian slowly straightened his body, moved his muscles and bones, and said with a smile: "Sitting and listening to you tell stories for a long time, my old waist is almost broken!"

Jian Shuzhi joked with him, "Why don't you give you a shoulder and a pinch of your back?"

The drunkard old man Song Qi stroked his white beard, pulled out the mouth of the gourd, poured the last drop of wine into his mouth, and smacked his mouth. Seeing his ruddy face and a look of enjoyment, Jian Shuzhi asked himself: Is the wine so delicious?

The drunkard old man handed the empty gourd to Jian Shuzhi and said, "Actually, your artifact is not the most important thing, the most precious thing should be the tattooed sword." ”

Jian Shuzhi's feelings coincided with the opinion of the drunkard old man, so he affirmed his opinion even more.

"Old Song, you are well-informed, can you judge the origin of this thing?"

"The world is so big, there are no surprises. The old man has a shallow vision, but he can't help it. ”

Jian Shuzhi showed a disappointed look on his face, and he was even more concerned about the identity of the Taoist who gave him the pendant. If you meet again one day, you will definitely invite him to drink, and you will have to repay him a favor.

Song Qi yawned first, and then stretched his waist, as if the drunkenness was surging and sleepiness was coming. "Your little tattooed sword has been transformed, and in my opinion, it is a master's handiwork, and it is indeed powerful...... If it can materialize and manifest, it is a big killer. It's too early to talk to you about that. When you really embark on the martial arts, I will discuss it with you in detail. ”

Jian Shuzhi asked Song Qixian, "Then aren't I too tyrannical?"

Song Qixian laughed, "What you say is not bad. ”

The old and the young talked happily with each other with questions and answers.

......

After Wu Xuansheng came back from the imperial city, he sat in the study in a sullen voice.

After Ge Fuzi came back from going out to meet friends, he walked to the study, and saw Wu Xuansheng sitting on the chair in a daze, his expression a little solemn. Ge Fuzi didn't make a sound, quietly walked to the bookshelf, picked up a booklet, and flipped through it.

After reading a few pages, Ge Fuzi was attracted by the content of the book, and he no longer ignored the image of the story, and sat on the ground and watched it fascinatingly. "Brother Xuansheng, why have you been sullen since you came back from the court today?"

Wu Xuansheng slowly came back to his senses and sighed: "The world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. The affairs of the DPRK and China should not be discussed. ”

Ge Fuzi smiled and said, "Brother, this is treating me as an outsider! It is not a secret that the people have heard a lot about the things in the temple. ”

Wu Xuansheng did not refute and said: "Although the rumors in the market are not credible, there is no wind and no waves, and there must be a reason for it!"

Ge Fuzi nodded, gently closed the pages of the book with both hands, put the books back on the bookshelf, moved to the side of Wu Xuansheng's bookcase and sat down, and said: "It is not a secret that the Great Prime Minister covers the sky with one hand in the court. In the early years, there were still 'right parties' that were able to deal with it and not let one family dominate. It's a pity that the heavens are jealous of the talents, the eldest prince of Wu died young, and the 'right party' was dismembered and collapsed by the prime minister...... On Yangmou, there is indeed no one in the dynasty. ”

Wu Xuansheng said in a deep voice: "What the master said is very true. ”

After finishing speaking, Wu Xuansheng was silent for a long time, and let out a long sigh for the last time. "The foolish brother did not die young, but was framed and died!"

Ge Fuzi was not surprised by this, and said: "But please rest assured, brother, this matter will definitely not enter the ears of the third party." As for the cause of Wu's death, you and I already know it, don't we? As for the current situation of the temple, we have foreseen it far back in the Spring and Autumn Academy. When the first emperor died, the whole country mourned, and the great minister Gongyao received the edict as the minister of Fulong, and assisted the young prince to ascend the throne and become the emperor, and the disaster was already buried at that time. And several other capable ministers who were canonized by the edict of the first emperor gradually ignored the government and slowly withdrew from the temple due to their advanced age, resulting in the great minister being full of words in the court, almost no opponent. Moreover, the Son of Heaven is young and has a lot of trust in the Prime Minister, and all matters are controlled by him, which leads to the loss of power and the tail. Not to mention what will happen in the future......" Ge Fuzi's words were like a blade, extremely sharp. He turned his head to look at Wu Xuansheng, who was in the midst of grief and indignation, and then controlled his tone and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever thought about avenging your brother?"

When Wu Xuan heard this, his eyes showed a resolute look, and he said unswervingly: "Not only to avenge my brother, but also for the people of the world." ”

Ge Fuzi was in awe when he heard this, and he admired Wu Xuansheng's courage incomparably, and said, "It's a pity that there is no fine wine!"

Wu Xuansheng smiled apologetically at Ge Fuzi, and said silently in his heart: "This glass of wine is owed first, one day unfortunately you are defeated and cornered, and then you will be invited to drink happily, and it will not be in vain." ”

......

Jian Shuzhi didn't find the fat man in the house, so he put the gourd in his hand in the fat man's room. Thinking that the fat man was a restless master, he would either talk to a good-looking maid in the mansion at this time, or he would sneak out of the mansion to hang out in Beijing, so he told the drunkard old man Song Qixian first.

Jian Shuzhi looked at the mess in the room, so he went to the steward of the government to see if he could hire a carpenter to repair it.

The steward is a clever person, and after Jian Shuzhi expressed his intentions, he patted his chest and said that this matter can be arranged by him.

Jian Shuzhi also saved his heart, and asked the steward by the way, where is there a secluded place that is inaccessible.

The steward didn't ask much, thought about it carefully, and said, "There is an old mansion two streets south of Changping Street. Because it has been haunted for many years, there are no people living in it, and there are no people nearby, but it is secluded!"

After Jian Shuzhi thanked the steward, he made a note of this place.