In order to avoid Sun Chengyin's pursuit, Zongzheng did not dare to flee on the easy road, and rode a white horse through the thorns.

After walking for a long time, seeing that Sun Chengyin did not chase after him, Zong Zheng dismounted, stopped to rest, and thought to himself: "It must have angered the people of the Zongjian Sect to cause trouble, it seems that I have to avoid it, and if I accidentally kill someone, then my sin is great." ”

Zong Zheng picked up an open place, spread some withered yellow leaves on the ground, then lay down, closed his eyes, and wanted to rest, thinking about avoiding the limelight before going out.

In recent days, patronizing and traveling, I have never rested well, and Zong Zheng slept soundly after a while, swimming in the breeze, and sleeping refreshingly.

When I woke up, it was already too late, and when I got up and looked, I was dumbfounded, and the tethered white horse was gone. Zong Zheng thought that he should not be so unlucky, he was stolen like last time, but then he thought about it and it seemed wrong, how could there be thieves in such a dense forest, if he was robbed by the fierce beasts in the mountains, the horses should have some resistance and struggle, and I also felt it.

When Zong Zheng was puzzled, he saw a path not far in front of him, so he followed the path all the way.

Over a small hill, faintly heard the sound of the stream, down the hillside, a white shadow appeared in front of him, it was the white horse, Zong Zheng pulled away the last thorn, came to an open place, where green grass grows, next to a stream, think about it, it must be the horse is thirsty, hear the sound of the stream and follow the sound to drink.

Zong Zheng was thirsty, he was disturbed by Sun Chengyin before he drank a sip of water, and now he listened to the sound of the stream, so he hurriedly went towards the water flow, lifted the towering vine branches in front of him, Zong Zheng saw a waterhole in front of him, the waterhole was two zhang high from the shore, there was flowing water down, the water was turbulent, it fell on the convex stone by the waterhole, splashed white water, the raised stone was washed by the torrent water all the year round, it had been polished extremely smooth, and the waterhole was surrounded by a smooth stone wall.

Take a closer look, there is also a poem faintly engraved on the stone wall, a few rays of sunlight shine through the dense forest branches on the pond on the pool, revealing mottled light and shadow, those few lights and shadows are faintly refracted to the place of the poem on the stone wall, it is not a deep and quiet tunnel, but see that the poem has a total of six columns from right to left, as written:

"One hundred feet and ten zhang standing, nine palaces and eight grids, seven fairies and six women, the five lakes and the four seas are clear, three more and two are hidden, and one thing is nameless. ”

After reading it, Zong Zheng thought: "These words are all numerical, and they go from 100 to 0, which is very interesting, but the last word of each sentence is not the style of poetry, as if it is prompting something." ”

Zong Zheng took a closer look at the words 'in', 'hidden', and 'is', and found that these three words became more and more dazzling. It seemed to hint that there was something hidden here, and for a moment I was curious, and I wondered if I could decipher this poem.

Zong Zhengfu read the poem again, and then returned to the first sentence: "One hundred feet and ten zhang stand." ”

Zong Zheng muttered: "A hundred feet is ten zhang, ten zhang standing." Zong Zheng looked around and found that there was a big tree about ten zhang high behind the side, and there was nothing ten zhang high, so he thought to himself: "Does this ten zhang stand refer to this big tree?"

So Zong Zheng stood under the tree, and muttered again: "Nine palaces and eight grids, nine palaces and eight grids, if the tree is used as the middle grid, according to the four directions of the southeast, northwest and northwest, draw the nine squares, then no matter which grid point you stand on, after walking the eight grids, you will still return to the original grid point, that is, the four directions of southeast, northwest, northeast and southwest." ”

Zong Zheng glanced in the four directions and found that only the northeast direction pointed to Hantan, and the other three directions were nothing.

Zong Zheng came to the side of the cold pool according to the explanation of the poem, and looked at the next sentence on the stone wall, "Seven fairies and six women are here," and said in doubt: "Seven fairies and six women are here, that is, there is one less fairy, why is there one less fairy? Zong Zheng couldn't help but feel a little messy when he thought of this, and couldn't help but tap his forehead with his hand.

Clueless for a while, the breeze blew the hair hanging from his temples, looking at the sun above his head, Zong Zheng was a little dazzled, feeling that his body was a little tired, he must have just slept too deeply, and his body was a little weak, so he found a place where the green grass was thick, lay down at will, bent his legs slightly, pillowed his hands on the ground, rested his head between his palms, closed his eyes, and quietly thought about the verses behind.

The white horse leisurely ate the green grass around him, humming a few times from time to time, and waging his tail a few times, which was also pleasant.

Zong Zhengfu read the last four sentences again in his mind: "The seven immortals and six women are here, the five lakes and the four seas are clear, the three watches and the two are hidden, and one thing is nameless." ”

thought in his heart: "The seven fairies and six girls are here, so where did the remaining fairies go?" Zong Zheng thought about it and couldn't help but remember the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that his mother told him.

"On the seventh day of the seventh month of July, one of the seven fairies has a female magpie bridge meeting, so there are six women left, and the next three sentences are connected together, that is, the moon shines on the clear cold pool at the seventh and third quarters of the seventh month, and dives into the bottom of the pool along the direction of the moon shadow, and there is something hidden there. Zong Zheng suddenly realized that he was very happy, the taste was like a burst of coldness in the scorching summer, and it was extremely happy.

Counting the days, Zong Zheng secretly thought to himself: "Today is August 28, according to the calculation of the moon shadow and time, if the gap between the second quarter of July 73 and the 28rd quarter of August is reflected in the pool, the difference is only a horizontal distance. ”

Thinking of spending a night in the mountains and forests, Zong Zheng did not dare to rest anymore, picked up some firewood in the mountains and forests in advance, now it is almost September, the weather has turned cool, and at night, the water in the pool must be cold to the bone, prepare some firewood not only for the night, but also to go ashore in time to bake the fire after diving into the bottom of the pool at night to prevent cold.

In the blink of an eye, the whole earth was soaked in black, covering the entire sky, the crescent moon hung high, the insects were chirping all around, the bonfire made a noise from time to time, the fire light shone on Zongzheng's face, a face full of sorrow, he supported his head with both hands, as if he was meditating on something, thinking about it, and the sad expression also inadvertently climbed up his cheeks, thinking that he must be thinking about Xianjie and the poison in himself.

When he hit the child, Zongzheng's poison attacked, first a trace of cold began from the arm, and finally, this cold gas surged along the blood to the whole body, getting colder and colder, although Zongzheng added another handful of firewood to the bonfire, the fire gradually grew stronger but could not stop the cold even more, Zongzheng gradually felt pain, trembling and took the medicine bottle from his arms, his fingers were a little stiff, and he accidentally poured out a lot of pills of medicine, Zongzheng took a lot of effort to pick one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

The cold breath slowly subsided, returned to his arm, Zong Zheng felt much more comfortable, breathed a long sigh of relief, and turned his head to pick up several pills that fell to the ground one by one by the light of the fire.

The second quarter of the third watch is almost here, Zong Zheng got up, came to the edge of the pool, saw that there was a bright moon reflected in the pool at this time, Zong Zheng estimated the direction according to the passage of the moon shadow, then took off his shirt and jumped straight down to the upper left of the bright moon shadow, the pool water burst out, and the small waves slapped against the surrounding stone walls, making a porphyry sound.

The pool water is really cold, Zong Zheng feels cold when he gets out of the water, but compared to the cold of Fang Cai, it is nothing, the pool water is much deeper than expected, Zong Zheng swims to the depths of the pool, it is pitch black, Zong Zheng can't see anything, searching around, and seeing a faint light faintly behind the left, he swims there as much as he can.

During the days in the Fairy Pond, Zong Zheng practiced the water nature very well, and at this time, he didn't feel any discomfort at all, so he didn't hesitate to swim towards the glimmer of light.

Next to the glimmer of light, Zong Zheng stretched out his hand, as if grasping something, Zong Zheng pulled a little harder, and the glimmer shook, thinking that it must have grabbed that thing, so he kicked his legs hard and went to the water.

After some struggle, Zong Zheng finally surfaced, came out of the water and spit cold water, his hair was wet, and the water droplets dripped on Zong's cheeks along the light and shadow, Zong Zheng panted and swam to the stone wall near the fire, with the power of qi, a flying body rotated, and dragged an object in his hand to fly to the shore, the water droplets fell, dripping in the pool, making a beeping sound.

The pool water was so cold that Zong Zheng's face turned white and his lips were purple, Zong Zheng hurriedly came to the fire, quickly put on the shirt he had taken off, put down the things in his hand and roasted the fire.

When the body was warmer, Zong Zheng took a closer look at the object, it turned out to be an iron box, with a cloth attached to the surface, and this cloth was inlaid with a thumb-sized night pearl, no wonder it was in the dark pool, it could emit such light, but unfortunately, Zong Zheng didn't know it, he only felt that it was a good thing, and he could give it to Xianjie when he turned around, so he took it off and put it on his body.

Zong Zheng picked up the box, unwrapped the cloth on the outside of the iron box, looked at the delicate iron box, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "What kind of treasure will be hidden inside? ”

With curiosity, Zong Zheng removed the wire ring on the outside of the box, opened it and saw that there was a soaked white cloth on it, and there was a little ice-colored white light around the white cloth.

Zong Zheng reached out to touch the contents of the box, and found that it was extremely soft, so he grabbed the contents and took it out to see, only to see that it was a thin piece of clothing like a cicada's wings, and Zong Zheng spread it out, this dress exuded an ice-colored light, and it looked dazzling under the shroud of the moonlight.

Zong Zheng thought in his heart: "I don't know, where does this clothes come from?" suddenly remembered the white cloth in the box, so Zong Zhengfu picked up the white cloth again and held it up to the bonfire, wanting to see if there was any text on it or something by the light.

Take a closer look, suddenly disappointed, and ready to throw it aside again, suddenly, just for a moment, Zong Zheng seemed to feel that there was a subtle change on the white cloth, and spread it out again, take a closer look, black ink faintly began to appear on the white cloth, Zong Zheng felt that this cloth must be dry to show all the words, only by the firelight, in fact, it is also smoked, so he put the white cloth close to the fire, and smoked it carefully.

With the white light emitted by the clothes and the yellow glow emitted by the fire, Zong Zheng saw that it read, "Turning the power of the clothes, wearing them on the body, although it is extremely cold, it can help practice the skills, and when the enemy is injured, more than half of the enemy's skills are more than half." ”

Zong Zheng thought: "It turns out that this dress is called Huagong Silk Clothes, and wearing it on the body can not only enhance internal strength, but also reduce the harm caused by others to themselves, which is a treasure." ”

Zong Zheng thought about wearing it and didn't know how it felt, so he took off his shirt with curiosity and put it on his body, and sure enough, there was a cold swishing feeling, which spread down the skin and into his lungs, but compared to the cold of the ice beans, this cold air was extremely comfortable, and Zong Zheng felt that it was convenient to wear on his body, so he was reluctant to take it off, and then attached his shirt to the surface of the Huagong clothes.

After some tossing, he was also very sleepy, remembering that he had been delayed for a long time and that he had to hurry early tomorrow, so Zong Zheng added a large amount of firewood to the fire, and lay down to rest with the iron box on his pillow.