Ruan Zun was observing, and the Heavenly Dao Sect Master over there walked around the square a few times with a little irritability, but found nothing. Vertex was the fastest, but he felt breathless, and the pressure of the pool was getting bigger and bigger, almost reaching the limit of his body.

He continued to shout to Ruan Zun with the technique of ventriloquist transmission: "Boy, I can't stay here for a long time!"

Of course, Ruan Zun also knew that he was also struggling to resist the pressure of the pond with his spiritual power, and the fetal breath recipe had been used to the extreme, so to speak, if it was delayed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He turned around and wanted to lift his body, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he remembered something, and he turned around again and looked at the poem again.

The Heavenly Dao Sect Master just reminded him, this is still for the sake of Lu Tianhao and Shi Jin, in fact, it has nothing to do with him. Seeing him in a daze at the stone tablet, he ignored him, and went straight to the spiritual power, moved his body, and floated up.

As for Ruan Zun, since he likes to stay here, then stay and fend for himself.

A big man like the Heavenly Dao Sect Master would not bother a little more about the life and death of a little ant like Ruan Zun. When you come down, because you need to deal with the magic mandarin fish together, you may also help one or two. Now that I'm back, there's no need for that.

The Heavenly Dao Sect Master left, and his figure quickly disappeared into the vast blue waves above his head.

And Ruan Zun stood in front of the stone tablet, looking at the short four lines of poetry.

Four quatrains.

Plus the title, a total of 32 characters, actually used line, Kai, small seal, Lishu, cursive five different fonts. Moreover, in the strokes of each font, the wonder of the strokes is natural, and it seems to contain a kind of heaven and earth righteousness.

In his previous life, because he had to help the tomb robbers identify the ancient characters on the ancient tombs and cultural relics, Ruan Zun had to read a lot of books about fonts, calligraphy and ancient characters. In the process of learning these ancient characters, he not only reads, but also often ponders and writes by himself, and his understanding of calligraphy has also reached a certain level.

Ordinary people look at these calligraphy words, just to distinguish the characters. In the eyes of some connoisseurs, good calligraphy, between a stroke and a stroke, contains the cultivation of the state of mind and the comprehension of the laws of heaven and earth.

Calligraphy is also enlightenment.

At first glance, these 32 characters only felt that the writer had the intention of grandstanding, and deliberately used five different fonts to show his erudition in calligraphy. But at a second glance, I suddenly felt that although the five fonts are different in shape, their spirits are faintly connected, and they all contain a kind of calligraphy and even the avenue of cultivation.

Ruan Zun also bought some martial arts books from the stalls, and many martial arts books have peerless magic skills realized from calligraphy. Under the guidance of this line of thinking, combined with his own understanding of calligraphy, Zhihai suddenly opened a door that suddenly opened up, and devoted himself to the understanding of those 32 characters.

At this time, due to the lack of air, he was extremely disgusted and uncomfortable in his chest, but his mind was still desperately writing down the charm of those words and paintings.

Xiao Rang, a mere saint-handed scholar, just let the two-headed spirit Jiao of Tianyuan Valley spray a breath of demonic gas on his head every few days, and he has the ability to copy that almost no one in the world can match, and it is easy to forge documents and famous paintings.

And Ruan Zun, who swallowed the two-headed spirit Jiao Neidan, was even more powerful in copying one ability. If it weren't for the fact that the strokes in the five different forms of these thirty-two characters were so subtle that they took longer to digest, he would have left long ago without spending so much time in front of him.

No, such a font, how can it be written by Wang Lun District and a county order?

Ruan Zun confirmed that he had written down the essence of the stone tablet's font, and went around to the back of the stele again, looking at Wang Lun's postscript.

The pen power of the two is different, the essence is different, and the connotation is also different. It's not the same person's handwriting.

If the afterword is written by Wang Lun, then the previous poem ......

His mind became even more blurred, and this sentence was his last normal thought. When he finished thinking about this sentence, his index finger pressed lightly in the stroke notches of each word, touching the real trend of each stroke with his own hands, and finally, when he pressed the last stroke of the last love word, the last vertical of the love word suddenly moved, and fell inward. Then, Ruan Zun only felt that this stone tablet had a violent earthquake, and the soles of his feet were empty, and the original stone slab where he was standing moved horizontally into it, revealing a cave.

Ruan Zun fell, and then the stone slab on the cave was restored to its original state.

Between opening and closing, it takes only a few seconds. Ruan Zun felt like he had fallen on a stone slab. Then I felt that the stone slab under my body moved, and the surrounding walls clicked with a sound, and the light was bright, and it turned out that several stone slabs on the surrounding walls moved horizontally, revealing four night pearls embedded in the hole.

Through the pale cyan light of the night pearl, you can see that you are in a square stone room. There was no water in the stone room, there was air, and due to the opening and closing of the stone slabs on the top, a lot of pool water came in, but it was quickly drained away along the drainage channel on the ground, and I don't know where it was discharged.

Directly south of the stone chamber, there is a stone case. On the wall above the stone case, there is a painting, a painting of unknown material. The painting shows a middle-aged man with a few bones, holding a long sword and hanging a wine bottle from his waist, like a fairy. There are words on the painting, and the book is "Li Qixian Taibai Small Statue".

There is an incense burner on the stone table, and the incense pillar and incense ash in the furnace are full. Next to the incense burner, there are three more unburned sandalwood sticks.

It seems that it is really a place set up to commemorate Li Bai. Ruan Zun thought. When learning Tang poetry, he also respected Li Baizhi's freedom and ease. Even if there is a place of remembrance here, and you came here by mistake, you might as well light three pillars of incense to show your heart.

Thinking like this, he picked up the remaining three sandalwood sticks, and with a stroke of spiritual power in his palm, his fingertips lit a flame. lit the incense, respectfully inserted it into the incense burner, and said respectfully: "The younger generation stumbled by mistake and didn't want to enter the place of Li Taibai's memorial. ”

After doing all this, he found an angle in this stone room, sat quietly, swallowed two elixirs to keep his mind clear, and then slowly recovered his spiritual power peacefully. Just now, I had been fighting against the weight of the pool water in the water, and I almost collapsed.

There is no mystery under the peach blossom pond, and he is still reckless when he comes down. I also blame myself for my lack of strength, if I have the strength of the Heavenly Dao Sect Master, where are I afraid? It is also my desire for strength that I am too anxious, and I heard that there may be something around this Peach Blossom Pond that can improve my strength, so I rushed here.

It's still greedy.

Thinking so, Ruan Zun sat while deeply reflecting on his previous experience.

Man, always forgetting his life for the sake of profit, has been like this throughout the ages. Knowing that the danger ahead is unpredictable, but he is lured by profit, but he still does not look back.

His own experience is already difficult for ordinary spiritual monks to find in their lifetime, why is he still so eager for more powerful power?

Didn't I just take becoming a spiritual priest my lifelong goal when I was a young servant? As long as the living beings succeeded, it would be fine! But now, the cultivation of the senior spiritual master is still not satisfied!

Didn't he only aim to eat three meals a day and make a living in good health when he was a tomb robber? How did he come to this world and have such a great appetite?

......

Thinking like this, my mind is ethereal.

Suddenly, his eyes widened!

Because, he dimly felt that there was one more person in the stone room in front of him!