Record of Chaos

　　 He took everyone to the depths of this tree hole, there was no longer any light inside, it was pitch black.

　　 Everyone can only listen to the sound of other people's footsteps, groping the cave wall with their hands. Fortunately, the surrounding area is dry and warm wood, and the air is full of woody fragrance.

　　 The ground is gradually rising in a gentle way, and the direction of the entire cave is not straight, but spiral.

After a full half an hour, the leading Chuan Gong disciple said: "I can only send it here. All the juniors and siblings remember that this door can be entered but not exited. Once you enter here, you can use the teleport jade slip to come out. , Either you get the power transfer, or you are automatically kicked out of the power transfer tower after five months of time are exhausted, and you must not turn around. After entering, there are nine floors, and you can go up to the fifth floor at most.

"On each level, there is a teacher who can pass the gong, but each person can receive the pass once at most, because as long as the pass is received, he will be kicked out by the fairy tree. Once you leave the pass tower, you can't do it again within a year And when you re-enter one year later, the tuition fee must still be paid from the first tier!"

　　 "It's really a place that eats meat without spitting out bones." Gou Zhu said.

　　 In the darkness, the Chuan Gong disciple didn't bother to reply to his run again, he pulled the hidden wooden door in front of him.

　　 Suddenly, violent sunlight burst out from behind the door. These people all adapted to the darkness in the dark tree hole, and suddenly returned to the daylight, so dazzled that they could not even open their eyes.

　　 After Gouzhu's eyes gradually adjusted to the daytime, he realized that it was not very bright outside. They obviously came in this morning, but the sky here is like dusk.

　　 The sky was covered with patches of golden sunset, and the sun was obviously hiding behind the western clouds.

　　 In front of my eyes is an inconspicuous small hill. The hill is full of trees. Among them is a log cabin built by loggers. A gravel path winded from under them to the wooden house on the hill. The distant quartet is filled with a hazy fog, which makes people unable to see the distant scenery. The one close behind them is actually this nine-story fairy tree.

　　 Its shape has not changed at all, and it still rushes into the sky.

　　 And the four of them are standing under the tree now.

　　 "Why came out again?" Gouzhu couldn't help but wonder, but the scenery here was very different from the Cuiyu Palace Chuan Gongyuan they had seen before, even the time was different.

　　 "We didn't come out." Song Ruhai touched the bark of the fairy tree. The old and cracked bark of the bark was completely indistinguishable from the fairy tree they had seen before, but it was smoother to the touch, and some light reflected, "We are inside the tree. And inside—" Song Ruhai knocked. This tree is still as solid as before. "In fact, it is the outside world. The outside world has been changed into the tree. This is an inversion empty formation."

　　 Where they came out, there was even a faint trace of a door.

　　 It's just that this trace is almost born on the tree. And the whole tree body does not have any gaps. What the Chuan Gong disciples mean by "Never turn back on their own" means that they must never try to open this door that does not exist at all.

　　 Gouzhu took a deep breath. The air is full of woody fragrance, mixed with abundant wood spirit.

The whole fairy tree is like an inflatable ball. Turn it over, the inside becomes the outside, and the outside becomes the inside. Then the space inside it instantly expands to infinity, and the entire outer universe is instantly installed. To its inside. After the Hook Pig arrived at Cuiyu Peak, he experienced countless backs, but it was the first experience of such a magical creation of heaven and earth.

　　 "Hmm... weird, my hunting bow is lost!" Mu suddenly found that the big bow he had been carrying had disappeared. Did it just fall over the door?

　　 "It's not lost." Song Ruhai realized his Shenhuo Cauldron and found that the connection between himself and Shenhuo Cauldron was also missing. "My Shenhuo Cauldron is gone. You can't bring everything here.

　　 "My jade eagle is gone. But the saber is still there, as are the jade slips and pill that I just bought. The missing things should naturally appear after leaving the power transmission tower."

　　 Chuan Gong Tower seems to be carefully selecting the items that can be entered. In fact, not only the jade eagle that Gouzhu had touched by Zeng Fan's hand was gone, but also the underworld orchid seed given to him by the Saint Biluo.

　　He thought to himself, I have already spent so much money, if this tree still embezzles my belongings, next time I will come in and looted this place...

　　 There is no one everywhere here, only the wooden house is a bit angry. The four of them didn't think too much, and walked straight along the gravel path to the wooden house on the hill.

　　 The wooden house is not big, it looks quite old. It is not a tree house that grows from the trees that are commonly seen in the Jade Jade Palace, but someone cut down the logs and set them up one by one. A lot of the wood has decayed and turned black, and even mushrooms have grown, and some have been replaced with bright new wood.

　　 Outside the door is a clearing, piled up with newly cut wood, axe, and saw.

　　 Inside the door, on the ground, piled up with feather-curled sawdust.

　　 Hearing footsteps, an old man raised his head. The top of his head was almost bald, but it was not shiny, but like a shriveled pumpkin.

　　 There are still sparse white hairs around his head. His face was covered with wrinkles, no different from old bark. A pair of turbid yellow eyes seemed to be the only living thing on this face.

　　 "You guys, come to learn swordsmanship?"

　　 He put down the plane in his hand and made a low and hoarse voice in his throat. This man is obviously a carpenter-a carpenter who has been crazy about woodwork for a long time.

　　 There are various wooden parts piled up all over the house. There are human hands, human feet, and various organs in the human body, some of which have formed a human form. The old man seemed to be not only an obsessive carpenter, but also an avid fan.

　　 The air is full of fine sawdust, and the wood smell here is ten times stronger than outside. Gouzhu really doesn't know how the Jade Palace Chuan Gongyuan would find a carpenter to teach swordsmanship...

　　 "Swordsmanship?" Fat Cow's eyes suddenly lit up.

　　 She really wants to learn new swordsmanship. She has memorized "Cloud Piercing Sword Technique" backwards. Although this kind of swordsmanship is extensive and profound, and collected all kinds of strange skills and tricks that defeat the strong by the weak, it is only used for self-defense for beginners.

　　 Her sword and her heart are no longer satisfied.

"Master," before the fat cow continued to speak, Hooked Pig's eyes quickly blocked her and said to the old man, "I'm sorry to disturb you. Actually, we are just passing by and want to inquire about the second floor of the power transmission tower. How to go."

　　 The old man stood up, making a rattling noise.

　　 He is actually wearing sawdust—I don’t know how he smoothed out these curled paper shavings and stitched them together to form this garment.

　　If this thing can be counted as clothes.

　　 The old man smelled like rotten wood. I don't know how many years he hasn't bathed. Obviously, he has stayed in this fairy tree for too long, and his clothes, if any, are already so worn out that I don't know what they are like.

"If you want to learn swordsmanship," the old man took a few steps without expression, opened a dilapidated wooden door, pointed to a room and said, "For the five hundred years of Cuiyu Palace, 57 disciples have left swords. The experience of the law, plus the collection from the rivers and lakes over the years, a total of 287 swordsmanship. You can find the old man to learn at any time."

　　 Fat Niu looked inside excitedly, but only saw fragments of wooden slips, not a complete volume.

The old man seemed to be shy on his face. He scratched his bald head and said, "It's not the original. The dead thing here is decayed long ago. The dead thing here is very easy to decay. I went to the wooden slip again, but the ropes for wearing the Jane were broken. It's..."

　　 "But all the swordsmanship—" He pointed to his shriveled bald head, "It's all recorded here."

　　 The old man glanced at Gouzhu. They seemed completely unmoved by these swordsmanships: "If you want to go directly to the second floor, you have to break it yourself."

After speaking, he took four people to the door, but after a hundred steps, the small hill in front of him seemed to have been slashed by a knife. There was a huge canyon with a width of more than a hundred steps. It's pitch black and bottomless~www.readwn.com~ and the front is still a gentle hill, a simple and harmless piece of tranquility.

　　 But in this quiet suburban area, there was the sound of swords.

　　 Gouzhu followed the sound and looked at the canyon. There are five cable bridges on the canyon. The bridges are covered with wooden boards. Although they look a bit swaying, they should be no problem when crossing the bridge.

　　 In the center of each bridge, there seems to be a person standing with a sword, as if waiting.

　　 Just looking carefully, he knew that the sword-bearer was not a human being, but a wooden puppet.

　　Probably, the work that the old man made in that wooden house?

　　 And at the heart of one of the bridges, a slim and slender woman wearing a light blue skirt, with a silver sword flying in her hand, was fighting fiercely with one of the puppets.

　　 The two sides intertwined with sharp blades, creating danger.

　　 At the bridge head on this side of the gorge, there are four outer disciples in white clothes just like them, looking at the heart of the bridge with anxious expression in their eyes.

　　 These people are obviously from another Wuyuan, they just came here before Gouzhu.

　　 They obviously don't want to accept the pass on the first floor, hoping to cross the bridge and directly break through to the second floor.

　　 Gouzhu looked at the woman who was fighting the puppet on the bridge.

　　 Each of these outer disciples has reached the third level of foundation construction, and the woman is even at the pinnacle of the fourth level of foundation construction. What she used was not the same cloud-piercing swordsmanship as they did, but surging momentum and strange tricks. The sword in her hand was really like autumn leaves flying in the sky, beautiful and unstoppable.

　　 But the strange thing is that the puppet always seems to be better than her. It dismantles its powers one by one without any mess. A beauty and a puppet, the deduction of sword moves is as perfect as a textbook. Everyone's eyes were a little straight.