Boss Sun must have bought the village chief in some way, otherwise it would be impossible for him, an alien immortal master, to be so familiar with the distribution of the Cold Spring Pavilion. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the number on the key, Cheng Ziming's pavilion is No. 16, located in the southwest corner of the pavilion array, just near the village road, close to the cold lake. According to Boss Sun's guess, this pavilion should be the most difficult to defend. Cheng Ziming sighed and walked towards the pavilion he needed to defend.

According to the mission description of the temple, Cheng Ziming needed to prevent the surrounding ghosts attracted by the yin qi from entering the cold spring pavilion during the three days when the yin qi erupted in the cold spring. In the wilderness where the path leads, I don't know how many lonely ghosts are hiding. Now he only hoped that the ghosts would come along the fields instead of the paths, so that his burden would be lighter.

The pavilion chosen by Boss Sun is located in the middle of the pavilion array, near the direction of the village entrance. I heard him stop and shout: "Everyone, don't rub it any longer." Only when the three keys are gathered at the same time can the pavilion door be opened. Similarly, the door can only be locked if three keys are in the pavilion at the same time. The village chief has already said that as long as the pavilion doors are locked, he will issue hero posts to everyone!"

After speaking, Boss Sun took the lead in walking into his pavilion, followed by Wang Laoer and Zhang Laosan, and also walked into the same wooden pavilion. These three bosses are the tallest in Boss Sun's group, and they must also be the strongest, and they will actually join forces to guard a Cold Spring Pavilion, which also shocked Cheng Ziming.

Gu Siniang threw a flying eye at Boss Sun, and then walked into the wooden pavilion next to Boss Sun with Gu Xiaoqi talking and laughing, and entered with a tall and thin silent man. Shen Yuanwai glanced at Gu Siniang's wooden pavilion with some hot eyes, and finally sighed, and followed the old Li Tou's grandson into the wooden pavilion numbered fifteen.

The number of the wooden pavilion guarded by Cheng Ziming is sixteen, which happens to be adjacent to Lao Litou's pavilion, and they can also see each other's conditions through the railing. He nudged the small door of the pavilion, and the black iron and wooden fence were connected, and the double fence door opened silently. Without the slightest hesitation, Cheng Ziming stepped into the wooden pavilion, followed by Xin Yue, the soul clone, and then the barbarian who had been silent.

When the three of them walked into the wooden pavilion, they saw that the pavilion was very empty, and the tall conical roof was very simple and without the slightest decoration. The walls are surrounded by railings, giving it a prison-like feel. The floor is also simply paved with wooden planks. In the middle is a wide square well, and the bluestone platform exudes a cold and cold.

The opening of the well is hexagonal like a beehive, which is much wider than the average household well, and can fit enough for a buffalo. The well platform is slightly higher than the ground, and in the middle of the well platform is a two-person tall cyan boulder, the surface of which is covered with small ice-blue flowers. This flower has no branches and leaves, white stamens and blue petals, the flowers are connected and occasionally layered, as if a light veil covers the surface of the boulder, exuding a strange dark blue.

There is no doubt that inside this well is a cold spring. It's just that the structure of this cold spring platform is really a bit unreasonable, and there is no reason to place a big stone in the middle of an ordinary well. The small ice-blue flowers on the stone grow out of the cold spring, and the trace of cold air emitted is not ordinary at a glance. Maybe this boulder is used for flowers?

Cheng Ziming paused, raised his hand and flipped his palm, a burst of white spiritual light appeared in his palm, and the holy card appeared on his palm. He walked into the Cold Spring Terrace, gently pressed the holy card on the ice blue flower, and secretly injected spiritual power into the holy card, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed on the holy card, and a piece of information appeared in Cheng Ziming's mind. This is naturally the identification function of the holy card, but all the spiritual objects in the small realm can use this function to identify their varieties and uses.

It turned out that this little ice-blue flower was called the Hell Orchid, and it grew directly from the water of the Yellow Spring. The Yellow Spring flows from the deepest part of the Netherworld, and in the clear water floats a strange flower seed, and only the purest yin energy can give birth to the flower seed and bloom as transparent as the waves.

Under the nourishment of the yin qi of the yellow spring, the hundred-year-old flowers gradually turn ice blue, which is the Hell Orchid. The thousand-year-old flower slowly turns completely white, and it is called Huangquan Baihua, which is one of the most extreme treasures in Huangquan.

Now that this Hell Orchid has appeared on the boulder in the cold spring, it can only show that this cold spring water is connected to the yellow spring in the depths of the netherworld.

Thinking of this mileage, Zi Ming's heart was secretly a little excited, and he couldn't imagine that in this small world where the yin atmosphere is full and only mortals live, it can still find such a heavenly treasure, which is really a big gain. Looking at the cold spring platform again, I saw that the inner wall was deep, and there was a clear spring sinking at the bottom of the well in the extreme depth.

At this time, the barbarian stepped forward, picked up a wooden barrel with a long rope tied to it from under the well platform and looked at it, then grabbed one end of the rope and threw the wooden barrel directly into the cold spring platform. I saw the barbarian probe look, lift his arm, and quickly pull the barrel up.

A cold aura suddenly dispersed. There was even a mist of water above the barrel, and flakes of frost formed on the long rope tied to the barrel handle, which showed the cold of the water. The brute suddenly shivered, his tendons trembled twice, he took three steps back, jumped on the spot a few times, and sneezed loudly. Cheng Ziming's personal wearer Nuan Yu still felt a chill around him, so he immediately raised his hand and cast a trick to drive away the wind, pouring all the spring water in the barrel back into the cold spring, and then he felt a lot warmer all over his body.

I remember hearing the village chief occasionally mention that the villagers would draw spring water from the cold spring every month to water the ground. They would use a special pole to pick up the bucket from afar, and then mix and dilute the spring water with the cold lake water that irrigates the Yang Valley, so that the irrigated Yang Valley is the most delicious and nourishing for the body. Presumably, the wooden barrel next to this cold spring platform is used by the villagers to draw water, and the cold of the spring water is so cold that even the immortal cultivators can't stand it, and it is no wonder that the villagers, who are mortals, need to use a flat pole to carry water to ensure safety.

"Ahh Cheng Ziming was stunned for a moment, immediately shook his body, walked quickly to the railing of the pavilion wall, and looked out through the gap in the railing.

The screams came from the Cold Spring Pavilion next door. Through the railing, you can barely see the situation inside the pavilion. I saw a spirit disciple in black clothes and a red belt, one hand pressed on the boulder in the cold spring, and a layer of hoarfrost grew on the palm and forearm, completely frozen on the boulder. A short, sturdy man beside the spirit disciple was trying his best to hold on to his other arm, apparently trying to pull it away from the boulder. And the last remaining white-faced, long-bearded, thin-skinned spirit disciple in the pavilion was close to the corner of the pavilion's clothes, looking trembling and completely frightened.

Seeing that the white frost was slowly spreading upward, it must soon be full of the entire arm of the black-clothed spirit disciple.

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