Barren.

The rolling foothills are a scorched black earth in the twilight soak. In the valley, the blue-gray graves lined up to the east, carrying the setting sun, reflecting a sense of sadness. The dead branches are ruined, and the glory of Duanjiazhai in the past is only a barrenness. The oily black stream meanders by. Purple miasma enveloped the water, and from time to time the carrion of birds and beasts lay in the wild.

Listening to the jackdaw's call, Wu Zixi trembled deeply, trembling his legs, and was a little afraid: "Dead land, dead land!"

Chu Xuehai glared, and said dissatisfiedly: "You have to come with you, what is there to shout!

Shi Yu walked in the front, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but turn around and smile, but she bumped into Li Zhaolin following her, smiling evilly, as if she was thinking about something. Looking at each other, she hurriedly turned her face. Fortunately, the masks were separated so that she could not get a glimpse of her delicate face.

Xie Jun and the queen of the palace walked silently, sneered, and continued to be vigilant against the surrounding movements.

He originally disapproved of this trip. The enemy is in the dark, and the danger is lurking, and at this time, it is unpredictable to break into Duanjiazhai's hometown. However, Duan Shiyu insisted: Since everything is related to Tiechen Jue, she must go back and take a look. She told Xie Junhe: The survival of Duanjiazhai has a lot to do with Tiechen Jue. Even if it was at the cost of her own life, she had to finish this trip.

Of course, Xie Junhe couldn't let her go to death alone. Coincidentally, Wu Zixi and Li Zhaolin somehow learned that they were going to pass through the Beacon Fire Ridge and go to Duanjiazhai. They were so curious and delighted that they unanimously asked to go along. Perhaps, the more mysterious and terrifying things are, the more they are infinitely reverie. So Xue Hai privately reminded Xie Junhe: These two must not be guarded against. However, Junhe only smiled back at her: "In the dark, it's better to be in the light." ”

Since the choice is not in his hands Xie Junhe, then, he will push the boat with the flow. If these two dare to do wrong, the remnant sword in his hand is not a vegetarian. So this group of four people dared to explore the tiger's den.

Duan Shiyu walked through this lifeless dead place, and it seemed that every piece of rubble could show her the way. Surprised, Wu Zixi asked curiously: "I didn't expect you to be so familiar with this place, could it be that you have a lot of connections with Duanjiazhai?"

Duan Shiyu looked back, and there was a faint smile behind the mask: "Duan Jiazhai has embarked on this road today, I am afraid that it is due to the iron dust trick." It was predestined many years ago. Iron dust should not exist in this world......"

Wu Zixi asked: "Strange thing! Duanjiazhai has been isolated from martial arts for many years, how can it be related to the demonic iron dust trick?"

Li Zhaolin smiled: "I only heard that the iron dust recipe was a treasure that Song Li, the head of the Song family, accidentally obtained, and it was also destroyed in the fire with Song Li's predecessors. didn't know that Duanjiazhai was also stained with such bad things. ”

Duan Shiyu sighed: "The affairs of the rivers and lakes have always been involuntary. Just like these pages in Wu Gongzi's hand, the origin is suspicious, but it is not his own choice. Wu Zixi blushed in embarrassment, as if he was a bane that dragged everyone down.

"Perhaps, if this place hadn't been looted...... Duan Shiyu muttered to himself as she walked forward, leaning over to investigate, turning over broken bricks and tiles from time to time, as if she was looking for something in the ruins.

"This broken place has been looted by several groups of people, what other treasures?" Xie Junhe glanced around lazily, raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes, "The white-clothed holy envoy, Tianyuemen, plus the kid surnamed Chu, maybe the north bank has also sent people to come a few times, but I'm afraid that even the ashes have been swept away." Can you still scrape out oil and water?"

Indeed, large and small plaster footprints can be seen everywhere, and every pile of rubble has a hole that has been dug to the bottom. However, Duan Shiyu did not give up.

Xie Junhe listened carefully to the movement in the wind, and obviously felt a trace of strange treachery. It was the mysterious aura that drifted from the purple mist by the stream, or the elusiveness that arose because it was too quiet. It's very strange, whether it is Jiang Shaoyun or Tianyuemen, this way is like evaporation. Tie Chenjue, this is not what they want? But why did those anglers suddenly withdraw their nets when Wu Zixi, Duan Shiyu, and Chu Xuehai appeared here together?

He stared at Li Zhaolin and Wu Zixi more severely. The two of them were diligently removing the heavy wood, stone, bricks and tiles for Duan Shiyu. Snow Sea also joined. After a while, the bluestone ground about four feet under his feet was cleared.

"Xie Guard, take a hand!" Shi Yu commanded.

"Is there any wine?" the signature ruffian smile made people feel helpless. Until Xue Hai slapped him fiercely: "Hey, is it enough brother?" There was an obvious clay palm print on the black robe. Xie Junhe continued to laugh while rolling up his sleeves slowly: "Wu Gongzi, when you go back to the town, you have to sell some wine to treat everyone!

"That'...... That's of course. Wu Zixi smiled honestly and seemed embarrassed.

But he hadn't done anything yet, and Li Zhaolin had already taken the lead in clearing the gaps in the lime, looking around for a crowbar, and opened the bluestone slab on the ground.

The stone slab is covered with a thin layer of loess, and a copper ring is buried in the loess. Pull a pull ring, it is very heavy, and only two or three iron chains are brought out. The crowd was amazed by this mysterious mechanism. Xie Junhe stepped forward to help pull out the chain. Hearing only the squeaky movement, a stone crack slowly cracked under the loess, gradually pulling open, and gradually revealing more than three feet wide. A square stone pit more than three feet deep. At the bottom of the stone pit, there is a lacquer box, buried in yellow plaster, but it can't hide the bright red paint on the lacquer box.

After taking the lacquer box, handing it to Duan Shiyu, and opening the seal, he found that the bottom of the box was only a few yellowed pages, all of which were damaged.

What is it?

Li Zhaolin's face changed suddenly. Looking at the color and handwriting of this paper, it is really familiar.

"Iron Dust Jue?" Xie Junhe glanced at Duan Shiyu and took out the fragment in his arms. Sure enough, the fragments roughly coincided with the defects in the fragments, and the preceding and following sentences could be read smoothly.

Li Zhao looked at Duan Shiyu steadily: "You ...... How do you know such a big deal?"

Shiyu turned to Xie Junhe and said, "Xie Daxia, the fragment is fine, my father should be blind." ”

"It turns out that you are ......" Li Zhaolin looked at her with a little surprise, and then looked at Xie Junhe, as if he was stunned, and even more puzzled. Sure enough, this so-called scholar is the descendant of the Duan family, and this pretending to be a drunkard is Xie Junhe.

Xie Junhe sneered and put away the fragments: "It would be good if these pieces of paper had been underground, but now they have seen the light of day, it will be troublesome! I don't know how many people have stretched their necks and drooled......" The afterglow in the corner of his eyes fell sharply on Li Zhaolin and Wu Zixi.

"What's the matter, how did your iron dust trick run into my tea brick?" Wu Zixi stared at Duan Shiyu with dissatisfaction.