Qiu Xin suddenly understood that the white tiger was subdued by his three palms on the swamp yesterday, and he was naturally in awe in his heart, and he went and returned, but he had to return here by himself and help it turn the statue before he could enter the underground palace.

This move was actually for the companions who died in the underground palace, maybe the two tigers strayed into this place, but they didn't expect the moving and changing scenery formation laid here, under the separation, they couldn't find it, and then they went out of the underground palace, but they couldn't push the statue, and the white tiger who stayed in the underground palace was starved to death for many years.

It's been a long time, and the white tiger still remembers his companion, so he found it, but the feelings in the meantime are worse than the emotions of the lord of the underground palace here?

Qiu Xin couldn't bear to leave the white tiger again, if he stepped out of the underground palace half a step and the statue was closed again, this white tiger would also die here, stepped forward to stroke the fur, and after a long silence, Qiu Xin retreated again.

Although the scenery around him has changed, he remembers the steps under his feet clearly, just like the illusion of the sea of clouds.

Returning to the main hall again, it is noon time, the sunlight cast from the top of the cave is particularly abundant, the gold bricks in the hall are reflected, like a fairyland, the place where Qiu Xin walked before, based on the direction of the statue, turning left and right, passing through the painting room, the sword room, the piano room, the tomb room.

Now there is only one place I haven't been to, but the location directly behind the statue, anyway, I have already arrived here, and I have to see if the owner of the underground palace has other advantages.

One step down, as if in the next world, the layout here is really a lot worse than the main hall, there are no three people in the four rooms just now, but a chessboard in the middle, two futons are opposite, the chess is only halfway down, but it is already full of dust.

Qiu Xin raised his hand and waved. Brush off the dust on it, and the game is exquisite. It's not like two people playing against each other, it's more like one person putting black and white pieces in such a situation.

In this case, if white goes first. Black will lose, on the contrary, if black is first, white will lose, such a tangled situation, as long as you smell the order, the victory will be decided, but for some reason, the last word has not fallen.

From an outsider's point of view. It is a dead game, Qiu Xin holds the white chess in his hand first, and has tried every position on the chessboard, but no matter where it is, it is difficult to give black a way to live, and vice versa, for black chess, the same result.

For a person who is obsessed with practicing swords, it is difficult to break the most stupid way to play chess. It can be seen that the skill of the chess player, and finally Qiu Xin sighed to himself and withdrew from the chess room.

At this moment, he happened to see the white tiger appear in the main hall. The slender and powerful body looked extremely tired at this time, and every step down made people feel that their strength was not enough.

A pair of tiger eyes turn scarlet. Seeing this, Qiu Xin said, "Everyone says that livestock are ruthless. But when he saw Brother Tiger, he asked them to shut up. The white tiger's voice was low in his throat. glanced at Qiu Xin, suddenly closed his eyes, and ran towards Qiu Xin.

Seeing this, Qiu Xin naturally greeted him, but as the distance got closer and closer, the direction of the white tiger and his position gradually staggered, and the tiger's head was actually a statue.

Qiu Xin didn't have time to react, and subconsciously his footsteps had moved quickly, but he was behind the side of the statue, and the white tiger was directly in front, and although the white tiger was not as fast as him, his heart for death was very resolute.

Just a few steps away from the statue, the figure in front of it flickered, but Qiu Xin appeared in front of it, but Qiu Xin was Fang Zhi, and the momentum of going was not dispersed, and it couldn't resist the white tiger's long-distance momentum.

I saw that his whole person was carried by the tiger's head, and he hit the statue alive, Qiu Xin didn't know how many ribs he had broken, and his whole body fell apart, but fortunately, the white tiger's strength was slightly reduced in the end, otherwise this time, he would have to be seriously injured.

The white tiger screamed at this time, as if to ask Qiu Xin why he wanted to save him, and Qiu Xin did not understand until this time that this white tiger and the white tiger who died in the tomb were probably not just companions.

Since ancient times, there are butterflies and males and females, life and death are inseparable, there are many martyrdoms, the white tiger thinks that he wants to see the female tiger here, and he is heartbroken before he has the heart to die.

"Why do you have to be like this, you crashed and died on the statue, but you couldn't..."Thinking of this, Qiu Xin's heart was also touched, those who seek death must be afraid of life, how can the misery of life be compared to the joy after death, why should I stop it.

The giant body of the white tiger fell to the ground with a bang, shaking dust in the area where the statue was connected, and scattering the gold bricks around it, and it only had the skin and flesh of its limbs shaking from time to time.

Qiu Xin silently touched the tiger's head, and the sharp pain came under the relaxation of the chest, and when he looked back, the statue was not damaged at all, and the head of the statue at the height was extremely majestic.

Qiu Xin coughed lightly twice, it was impossible to rush to Sihuan Mountain again today, and the scene of the ghost-eyed silkworm sweeping through all beasts yesterday really shocked Qiu Xin.

Although his injury this time is not very serious, since there are ghost-eyed silkworms, there may be other dangers, so it may be a little more wrong, so it is better to recuperate here for one night.

He leaned against the statue, the numbness of the impact on his back gradually subsided, and now he was completely relaxed and leaned on it, but he felt something abnormal, a feeling of potholes.

Qiu Xin got up and looked down, on the statue he leaned on, there were dense tadpole-sized small characters, which were covered by dust before, and they couldn't see clearly, but now they were exposed under a collision.

Then blow away the dust next to it, and there are still words, until the height of a person, half a week wide, the words disappear.

At the very front of the whole small print, there are four prominent words, written just between the folds of the clothes: Chronicles of the Deserted Years.

Read down again, and it reads:

The emperor's position, extremely tired, not my love, not Qing's bell, you and I practice swords in pairs, sexual submission, escape, live here, practice swords, play, play the piano, paint, leisurely like immortals, a long time, thus creating the "Sword Formula", but unfortunately the beauty does not stick to this way, the sinner is immersed in this way all day long, cold reception Yu Qing, the heart does not know, martial arts are gradually getting better, and then on the sword trick, you and I break the sword and cut the flesh, live separately.

I still don't know it, the time flies by, the beauty is getting worse, the skin is getting older, this estrangement, but not by me, you two out of the palace, even my mind, I think it's a big rebellion, and I feel that the white head will never meet.

Dedicated to practicing swords, reaching the pinnacle, the heart has nothing to ask for, Fang regretted in his heart, and went out of the palace, but when he saw this stone Yao in front of the palace, he was suddenly heartbroken, and the three of them rejoiced in the years, but it was Nan Ke's dream, the beauty had passed away, and it was difficult to ask for more.

Since then, I have been distracted from the chess room all day long, but it is difficult to hide the feelings of longing, it is difficult to block the heart of emptiness, and the things in the world are not satisfactory, all of which are self-inflicted.

From today on, I will never think of this underground palace, and I wish to die in Beihai to atone for the sins of each other,......

Seeing this, the words after that are not clear in any way, although they are vague, but there must be a following, Qiu Xin jumped up and down, and swept the dust on the entire statue, but except for here, there is no half a word.

Qiu Xin stood in front of the statue, silently recited in his heart, and created his own "Divine Sword Formula", if this person passed down the Divine Sword Technique, then Taishan passed down from generation to generation, and it was created by the ancestor of the Sword Hall, what is the reason?

But as this person wrote, he practiced swords in the underground palace with two women all day long, reaching the pinnacle, but it didn't look like gibberish, and the text said that this stone was carved by two women.

The two women broke their swords and cut flesh with him, hating him for not caring for him, as long as they practiced swords, naturally the swordsmanship of these two people was not as good as him, but they could also carve such a statue, which shows that the swordsmanship of the master of the underground palace is not impossible to create a divine sword trick.

But which is true or false, at this time it became confusing, although this senior talked about the sword technique, but the death of the second daughter made him heartbroken, when he was not in the mood to practice swordsmanship again, or he also hated this swordsmanship in his heart.

Therefore, there is no one and a half moves here, otherwise with the divine sword technique that Qiu Xin has learned, the two phases are reflected, and the truth can naturally be obtained, and it will not be guessed here.

The reason why Qiu Xin is so eager is precisely because in the sword book he has seen, he does not remember how to practice the second move, only a faint phantom.

Even the third move is even more incomprehensible, if this senior is the founder, he must know the method of cultivation, but even if he returns to the tomb and other places, he has not seen any records.

Qiu Xin had to give up, this predecessor was a master of sword training in the world, and he was willing to be accompanied by a beautiful woman here, happy and leisurely, but because of the sword practice, he left a lifelong regret, which made people sigh.

Looking up again, when I read the first sentence, the emperor's position, at this time, Qiu Xin's attention was detached from the divine sword technique, no wonder this stone statue was carved so majestic, but it turned out to be an emperor, willing to give up such a position, living here, but also a temperamental person.

However, this person built this place so luxuriously, but it does not seem so indifferent, at this time, when it comes to the position of the emperor, is this person the emperor of the Great Wilderness? But the Great Wilderness is famous for the dragon energy of the Great Wilderness, and he is not proficient in swordsmanship, but it doesn't make sense.

But I don't know the age of this senior, otherwise I can know which emperor it is, and look at the statue, the hesitation and imperfection on it may be caused by the disturbed mind of the two women when they carved it.

Although it is a broken sword and ruthlessness, but the emotion of death can be broken no matter how you say it, otherwise you will not return here when you are about to die, and if you don't enter the underground palace, I am afraid that I also want to know if this person will still remember them, and whether he will go out to find them.

They waited for it, but they didn't see it with their own eyes, and the temporary stubbornness became a lifelong regret, which made Qiu Xin sigh at the same time as the three of them, but also felt admiration for it.

Looking at the statue again, Qiu Xin remembered the statue erected in Miao Village, his face was the same as this, this person saw this underground palace, and it took manpower to see the general, could it be that the people of Miao Village helped him?

But even so, why do the Miao people respect him like a god, if there is a great grace, the construction of this underground palace will also cancel each other, but it is difficult to reach the position of a god.

Qiu Xin couldn't figure it out anyway, Miao Zhai had a lot to do with this person, for a swordsman who could create a divine sword technique, he was willing to trust others, and there would be a chance to leave a cultivation method of the divine sword technique, as soon as he thought of this, Qiu Xin became excited again.

He only needs to ask the priest about this matter, the Miao people do not practice martial arts, if they really know anything, it is useless to them, and now they are only waiting for themselves to be able to pick the sequoia fruit. (To be continued.) )