Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 229
Li Chunfeng sprayed blood from his mouth, dyeing his hair red and white.

His old eyes were full of unwillingness, but in the end it turned into powerlessness: "Without a tripod, it will be difficult to stand in the end."

Without the Bronze Zhenguo Ding beside him, even if the Bronze Gate was pushed open, it would still be difficult for him to step into the dragon's veins, and he could only watch Zhao Wujiang's figure gradually disappear.

The billowing heat wave hit, scorching Zhao Wujiang's soul and flesh, and the blue-grey moon flames swirled in his hands, turning into coolness and dispersing the burning of the world.

Stepping lightly on the stone steps, he continued to walk forward along the winding stone bridge.

Am I at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain, or in another world?He kept walking, looked up, the sky was dark and full of stars, and there were eight bronze chains thicker than a person hanging down from the sky.

Although the bronze chain seemed very small in this vast world, Zhao Wujiang's heart tightened. The bronze chain hung from all directions and extended to the end of the stone bridge. There seemed to be something locked there, and there was an aura that made his heart palpitate.

The stone bridge twisted and twisted, he walked all the way, and soon, a bronze hall appeared beside the stone bridge.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and instead of continuing to walk along the stone bridge, he walked towards the bronze hall beside him.

The bronze hall is simple and desolate, and the plaque is engraved with the word "Kyushu" in bronze.

Zhao Wujiang stepped lightly and came to the front of the hall.

In the eyes, there are nine military servants. The military servants are holding spears. They are not made of stone or cast in bronze, but made of wood, lifelike, like living things.

"Come!"

Roars came out from the mouths of the servants in unison, Chang Ge pointed at him slantingly, and the murderous intent rushed straight at Zhao Wujiang.

"Zhao Wujiang!" Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, the servants were obviously guarding the Bronze Palace of Kyushu, and Zhao Wujiang felt a familiar aura from them, the Mohist's hundred refinements.

He directly reported his name for a try.

Sure enough, the Kyushu military servants withdrew their killing intent and made way for them.

Zhao Wujiang stepped into the hall, and found that there were all kinds of ancient books, albums, medicinal pills, sacrificial vessels, and even mountains of gold, silver, jade, jade, pearls and mountains.

This is the dragon vein?Zhao Wujiang thought in his heart, he stepped forward to pick up a bottle of elixir, but as soon as he picked it up, the elixir dissipated from his hand and reappeared in the same place.

He forgot that he is a dream body, and it is difficult to touch real things. Originally, he wanted to pick up the elixir and check it out.

It seems that Zhao Wujiang is walking around in the main hall only in the future. The hall is three floors high and there are no stairs to go up. He tried to fly to the second floor, but an invisible air force oppressed his body, and he couldn't move it at all. Flying, let it go.

He didn't stay any longer, but walked out of the hall. For him, stepping here with a dream body would consume a lot of energy, and the time seemed even more urgent. He would just find an opportunity to investigate in the future.

He was more interested now in where the dangling bronze chains extended.

Zhao Wujiang continued to walk along the stone bridge, and encountered several halls along the way, but he did not stop.

After two cups of tea, as he ran quickly, the stone bridge came to an end.

In front of his eyes was a piece of red blood. He stood by the bridge, with lava flowing slowly under his feet. The heat wave raged across the world, as if he wanted to burn everything.

Zhao Wujiang was short of breath and his expression was serious.

I saw the eight bronze chains hanging down from the sky tightly bound the four spirits of the sky, the blue dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and Xuanwu.

The green dragon was shaped like swallowing clouds, and was wrapped around its body by two bronze chains thicker than a person.

The white tiger looks like a howling moon, its neck and body are bound.

Suzaku spread its wings, but the big wings that looked like clouds hanging from the sky were pierced by bronze chains.

The Xuanwu turtle lowered its head, and the snake's body was tightly bound.

They are all stone carvings, but they coerce everywhere like living creatures.

What shocked Zhao Wujiang the most was that the four spirits of the sky were in such a form that they were only a coffin in the center of the guard.

The inner and outer coffins are not made of gold, jade or bronze, but made of wood.

The dark brown wooden coffin exudes a decaying atmosphere, as if endless years have been piled on top of it.

The blue-gray moon flame in Zhao Wujiang's hands could not stop shaking, his eyes were dark at the moment, and he wanted to use "if you give me three days of light" to spy on the contents of the coffin.

As soon as he entered the coffin, his eyes were filled with blood, and he gritted his teeth and looked inward.

A figure emerged, it was a man wearing sackcloth, but his face could not be seen clearly, he lay quietly in the coffin, the years seemed to stay on his stalwart body.

【Ding!system hint.】

【Ding!system hint.】

【Ding!Congratulations to the host for finding it]

The mechanical voice of the system kept ringing in Zhao Wujiang's mind, but none of the sentences were complete.

His eyes were blood red, and the stinging pain made it difficult for him to see the face of the person in the coffin clearly, but he still tried his best to mobilize his cultivation to see clearly.

At this moment, Zhao Wujiang has a thought in his mind that keeps urging himself to see clearly the appearance of the person in the coffin, to see the appearance of the person in the coffin!
Where have I seen this face before? He finally glimpsed the true face for a moment, and the next moment, he saw the eyes of the person in the coffin slowly opening as if they had been sleeping for eternity.

The black and white pupils seem to contain the whole world, including indifference, pity, confusion, surprise, fear and relief.

"boom!"

Zhao Wujiang's mind was shocked, and he spat out his heart's blood in a mouthful. He looked horrified, did the person in the coffin open his eyes just now?
He kept retreating crazily, his heart trembling violently.

The bronze chains hanging down from the sky did not shake, and the wooden coffin did not move at all. Zhao Wujiang retreated a long way before stopping, his breathing was heavy and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Could it be my delusion that he ignored the pain and continued to look into the wooden coffin.

The person in the coffin still couldn't see his face clearly, his eyes were tightly closed, as if they hadn't been opened just now.

The person in the burial coffin, that is, the burial coffin, how could it be a living person?Zhao Wujiang shook his head, it seemed that everything he had done before was an illusion.

But who is in this burial coffin?To actually use the four spirits of the sky to guard it, isn't the specification too high?

Zhao Wujiang has read many ancient books, whether it is "Seven Signs of Yunji", "Eight Scenes of Hunyuan", "Huainanzi" and "Lunheng", there are records about the four spirits of heaven.

Astronomical vertical image, its air descends into living things.

As the four spirits of the sky, their personality is above the scales of the dragon, the phoenix and the tortoise. Even the emperors in ancient times dared not use the four spirits of the sky to guard the burial coffin. Carving dragons and phoenixes is the ultimate.

Weakness gradually climbed into Zhao Wujiang's dream body, he knew that today he might have reached his limit, and he couldn't hold on any longer, otherwise he would probably sleep forever in a dream.

He fell headlong, and finally took a deep look at the coffin, and then fell down.

The fog was thick, and Zhao Wujiang fell into the thick fog. What he saw today somewhat subverted his previous understanding of history.

The history books have something to say, but not everything is recorded. Under the history books, how many brilliance of the glorious Kyushu Huaxia have been buried in the long river of history?
He let out a long sigh, and the surrounding fog cleared away.

Chang'an, Chang'an.

The sky is bright, Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his heavy eyes, the pain tore his eyes, tears overflowed uncontrollably.

The nephrite jade in his arms was not there, and the two sisters had already woken up. He lifted the quilt, squinted his eyes slightly, and wanted to get up, but his head felt as heavy as if it had been poured with lead, and his body was extremely sore, with bursts of tears raging in his body.

Fuck, did I get my waist cut by two sisters? Zhao Wujiang was extremely weak, grinning.

(End of this chapter)