There is a secret door at the bottom of the pool.

This was the thought that flashed through Ning Wushu's mind when he experienced the whirlwind of the world.

What Xuanyuan and Luan opened was a secret door hidden under the countless large stones at the bottom of the immortal pool. After the secret door was opened, the two were instantly swept in, and after being swept into the secret door by the whirlpool, Xuanyuan and Luan still had the strength to reach out and close the secret door by the way.

With the two of them involved in the secret door together, there was not much water in the pool, but only the two of them were splashed. Ning Wushu raised his head and looked around, this was a small, completely enclosed room, with a stone bed, a stone table, and a stone chair, it was obviously a bedroom, and someone had lived here. Strangely enough, there was an alcove in the corner of the room, and in the niche there was a lamp, which was covered by an elaborate cover, and the candle in it had been burning for an unknown number of years. It is precisely because of this lamp that they can see things in the house.

Ning Wushu was dumbfounded, she didn't expect that there was a dark room at the top of this Stygian Water Peak, under the water of the Immortal Pond, and there used to be a person! Could it be that this person who used to live here was Xuanyuan and Luan? Otherwise, how would she know that there was such a dark room here? And that strange lamp......

"It's not here......" Xuanyuan and Luan looked around, not caring about their soaked hair and clothes, and walked towards the side wall, reaching out and groping on the wall.

Ning Wushu got up from the ground, feeling faintly uneasy in his heart, and asked, "Here...... What is it?"

Xuanyuan and Luan's hands groping for the wall did not stop, but Ning Wushu clearly saw that she hesitated. Eventually, she spoke softly.

"This is a tomb. ”

Ning Wushu shuddered, and had the idea of turning around and running away. Then she looked up at the closed secret door on the roof, and after thinking for a moment about the consequences of opening it rashly, she had to give up the idea. It seems that I can only continue to follow this inexplicable big sister......

Soon, Xuanyuan and Luan found the mechanism on the wall, a door appeared on the wall, the two of them passed through the door, behind the door was a long staircase that extended downward, lit on both sides of the flickering candles, as the stone door opened, the air flowed, the candle flame also shook slightly, as if to welcome the two of them.

This long road does not know where it leads, if it is really like Xuanyuan and Luan said, it is a tomb, then this tomb is built in the mountain of the Stygian Water Peak, that is to say, many buildings of the Lingjing Gate are built on top of this tomb. Usually, hundreds of disciples in the Spirit Mirror Gate come and go, all stepping on the tomb in this mountain.

Along the way, Xuanyuan and Luan's expressions were very serious, and the atmosphere in the tomb corridor was also quite depressing, the candles on both sides were shaking, and the figures were indistinguishable.

They passed through several forks in the road, but both Xuanyuan and Luan did not hesitate to choose one of them and went down. In the process, Ning Wushu saw many large and small rooms, some rooms were full of old bamboo slips, some rooms were strange clay figurines sculptures, and some rooms were filled with bottles and jars. She wondered if those things would be the kind of "treasures" left by the predecessors in some storytelling stories, but Xuanyuan and Luan told her that those should be funeral things, and most of the bamboo slips recorded the experience or life of the tomb owner at that time, and the clay figurines may imitate the appearance of some gods and immortals as guards, and those bottles and jars may really be some panacea, but after so many years, they may have already turned into lead mud.

Xuanyuan and Luan said this, their expressions were natural, although the words were "or" and "maybe", but the tone was obviously taken for granted. Ning Wushu was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but ask, "Xuanyuan...... Sister, do you know whose burial chamber this is?"

Hearing this question, Xuanyuan and Luan's brows frowned again, and they responded, "I can't remember...... But I have the impression that this is a very important person to me. ”

A tomb can be built in the mountain of the Lingjing Gate, I don't know if it was hundreds of years ago, the owner of this tomb must also be an ancient, but the living person in front of him said that he was a very important person to her? Could it be an ancestor? Ning Wushu couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it, so he could only keep his head down and continue to move forward with Xuanyuan and Luan.

Then, the scenery in front of me suddenly opened up.

After Xuanyuan and Luan pushed open a huge stone door, the two came to a huge ...... It's like a paradise in a valley. It is said to be "like" because the traces of artificial carving here are very obvious, and it can be seen that it is still in this huge tomb, but the construction technology is extraordinary, and the decoration of this huge tomb is as if it were natural.

Unlike the narrow and dim corridor before, this place is a hundred feet high, and when you look up, the top of your head is still in the closed mountain, but the ceiling covered with rattan is shining with extremely charming light. Ning Wushu was dumbfounded, and found that the ceiling of this room was actually a huge stone slab, the stone slab was very unusual, very beautiful, the patterns on the stone slab were dotted, like countless jade stones embedded in it, and the green light was reflected on this huge stone slab. In this small world, it is like a starry sky, casting a lake-like projection among those rattans and branches, swaying slightly in the tomb.

The walls of the room are no longer made of stone bricks one after another, but carved into a natural mountain wall, with stones, flowers, grass and trees on the mountain wall, and even the sound of gurgling water in the room. It was a mountain spring that was drawn from a certain mountain wall, and the spring flow gathered in the room to form a small pond, and there were even a few small fish swimming back and forth with their tails in the pond, but they didn't know where the water was going, and how did these little fish live in this small pond for an unknown number of years?

This huge burial chamber like a valley is not obvious at first glance, and in some places there are trees arranged to block it, which is quite winding and secluded. After Xuanyuan and Luan came to this big tomb, they were silent, Ning Wushu asked a few exclamations, she ignored them, but took the girl, stepped on the dirt and grass under her feet, and continued to walk slowly somewhere in this big room.

As they went deeper and deeper into this "valley", Xuanyuan and Luan's expressions became more and more solemn. Finally, when a small wooden house appeared in front of them, this woman of unknown origin and superb skills showed an indescribable look, the frost and solemnity written on her face before suddenly disappeared, and her breath was full of loneliness and sadness, even Ning Wushu, who was unknown, was also infected, and her mood suddenly became depressed.

One breath and one breath can affect people's moods, and the cultivation of Xuanyuan and Luan has indeed reached a very terrifying realm.

"Sister Xuanyuan, ...... here?" Ning Wushu asked cautiously.

Xuanyuan and Luan lowered their eyes, their long eyelashes trembled, but they didn't speak, but pursed their lips and stepped forward to push open the door of the cabin.

There was a lot of dust in the house, but Xuanyuan and Luan didn't care, and with a wave of their sleeves, the wind blew away the smoke and dust in the room. Ning Wushu then followed in, and saw that in this small wooden house, there were several rooms, and as soon as he entered the door, there was a main hall, and there was a room on each side. One of the doors was open, and it was clearly a bedroom with a bed and a table. The other room had a closed door, and I didn't know what was inside.

Xuanyuan and Luan stood in the main hall, slowly took two steps, looked up at the few paintings hanging on the wall, and fell silent. Seeing this, Ning Wushu also followed, looking at the painting hanging on the wall.

It was four paintings hanging side by side, but due to the erosion of time, the picture is no longer so clear, and many places have yellow spots and damages, and only the outline of the painting can be faintly seen and some intermittent inscriptions.

The first painting shows a man, who should be a young man in terms of clothing and figure, but his face is not clear. He was carrying a long black sword, and he stood on a boulder, and in front of him was the wind and waves, blowing his sleeves and long hair. The skill of the person who wrote the pen is extraordinary, the painting is not exquisite, and the pen is not used, but the heroism and bearing of the young man are fully revealed in the splash of ink, and the image of a young hero jumps on the paper. On one side of the scroll, there are a few lines written, but the handwriting is no longer clear, it should be a poem.

The person in the second painting, looking at the figure and silhouette of the person in the painting, should be the same person as the first, but he is older, and a long black beard grows on his chin. The man in the painting sits on the top of a mountain, with a candle lit next to him, a teacup in his hand, looking up at the night sky, not knowing what to think. And next to the middle-aged man, there was a very small child with a teapot in his hand, who seemed to be the man's child servant, and possibly a disciple. On the side of the scroll, there is also a poem, which is better than a painting that is basically completely indistinguishable from the handwriting, and you can see a few consecutive words, but it is in ancient seal script, and Ning Wushu can't understand it.

In the third painting, the man is still middle-aged, wearing a wide robe. But there were two more people next to the man. One of them was tall, open-chested, with a big belly, a bearded face, and a huge gourd on his back. The other was a woman, dressed as a woman, with a long sword on her back, like the black sword that the man carried in the first painting when he was a young man. Of course, the picture is not clear, and there is no way to judge, this is just Ning Wushu's casual speculation. In the painting, the three people seem to be walking together and singing together, and they are talking happily.

In the fourth painting, the man is older, with a white beard and a rickety figure. The old man stood in a valley, and the scenery of the valley was very similar to the scenery of the valley that Ning Wushu and the others had traveled all the way, and it might even be here. The old man was holding a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, as if he was talking. Behind him, a woman dressed in white stood with her head down, her long black hair hanging down to her waist, as if she was a peerless beauty, and she was also the son and nephew of this old man.

Next to the fourth scroll, there is also an inscription, which is still an ancient seal script that Ning Wushu could not understand, but the inscription of this painting is not eroded or damaged by the macula, and a bright red seal can be clearly seen. This kind of small seal font at the signing place, Ning Wushu has also seen Ning Liang write it before, and he can read it somewhat. She stared at it and saw that it was a four-character sign, and the last two words were no longer clear, but the first two words were clearly the word "Xuanyuan".

Ning Wushu was startled, and subconsciously looked at Xuanyuan and Luan. I saw this mysterious woman, looking at the four paintings on the wall at this moment, her eyes were already red, tears silently crossed her jade-like face, and her two hands were already clenched into fists, trembling slightly. She bit her red lips, blood oozing from between her lips and teeth.