sit and wait

Yan Juntao heard from Doctor Lin that the more people who like to think wildly, the more likely they are afraid of ghosts.Because what they are afraid of is not the specific creature itself like ghosts, but something that represents the unknown and the unexpected.

Or rather, they were intimidated by their own imagination.

At this time, Yan Juntao had no way to say any comforting words to Bi Gengdi, all he could do was lend his hand to Bi Gengdi, with a clear meaning, we will always be together.

I didn't know what to do with the pen, so I picked it up.Before entering the cemetery, he was actually not that scared, he just talked a little bit.

In order to save Bi Gengting's face, Yan Juntao didn't discuss with Bi Gengting whether he was afraid or not. He just turned around and turned into a blue light with Bi Gengting, and went into the ground together.Shrunk to an inch, shuttled freely through the soil, and quickly approached the underground tomb.

They are immortals, and they don't need to physically open a hole when entering somewhere underground.

Bi Gengzui must have thought of this in the past, but today's occasion is really not a good place for him to use his imagination at will, and it is understandable that his thinking ability has directly returned to the mortal stage.

Under the leadership of Yan Juntao, the two entered the ground directly.Bi Gengxuan never forgot to babble along the way: "When I was a mortal..." Bi Gengxuan loved to talk whenever he was afraid, as if he was using this special way to dissipate the excess emotions in his heart, and also as if he was trying to express himself through talking. Embolden yourself, or you just want to annoy the dead in this way.

Anyway, Yan Juntao is quite annoying, he likes to be lively, but he doesn't like other people talking back and forth with him around a problem.

Now that they have entered the deepest part of the ground, Yan Juntao finally felt some resistance, a layer of barrier-like things blocked his progress.The tomb of the gods is naturally different from the tomb of mortals. In addition to being buried underground, it has also taken a lot of protective measures against immortals and demons.In this regard, Yan Juntao's idea is to break it with violence.

Da Luo Jinxian can be so willful.

But before Yan Juntao could do anything, the Yuanfeng in the crock had already played its due role, leading Yan Juntao and Bi Gengting through the barrier with ease, without arousing any dangerous alarms.

Yuanfeng happily walked around in circles in the crock, begging for praise without being reserved at all.

Yan Juntao was not stingy either. He reached into the crock and touched the smooth surface of Yuanfeng's eggshell. The texture was no different from that of an egg. It was so harmless that it was hard to think that it was the legendary phoenix.Of course, if Yuanfeng is sincere and has trouble with someone, the temperature on the surface of its eggshell can directly exceed the magma and burn the other party to death.

During the interaction between Yan Juntao and Yuanfeng, Bi Gengzui never dared to let go of Yan Juntao's hand, but just looked around at the place where they are now.This should be a promenade somewhere in the tomb, extending in all directions, like a maze, combined with the darkness where you can't see your fingers and the ghostly wind, the pen can't help but start to hold your breath and concentrate, almost forgetting to breathe.His face turned pale, because he was really afraid of these things.

I always feel that something will suddenly come out of the darkness, and it will rush towards him with its teeth and claws; or in fact, the entire darkness itself is the mouth of some unknown monster, and they have been wrapped in it without knowing it.

Yan Juntao sighed silently, holding the pen with both hands, wanting to pass on his courage to the other party, this is the limit for him to take care of one person.

"I, I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm just afraid of you." Bi Gengdiao didn't reject Yan Juntao's kindness, his voice trembled, because his brain had begun to imitate his dismembered body. The picture is gone, and I don't know how this is associated.It's just that you have to be brave with your mouth.

Yan Juntao nodded cooperatively, well, he is very scared and needs his brother's protection.

In the dark, Bi Gengting's eyesight was not as good as Yan Juntao's, but he still felt Yan Juntao's movements.He is also easy to deceive, probably because at this moment, his mind has gone blank due to fear, and he can't turn a corner at all. He will believe whatever Yan Juntao says.He straightened his thin body, and said to Yan Juntao tremblingly, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

It can be said that he stuttered very bravely.

After saying this, Bi Gengdie found that he really didn't seem to be that scared anymore.Because the sense of responsibility swept through his brain at this moment, there was only one thing left in his heart, and that was to take good care of Yan Juntao.

Then, the clever brain once again occupied the high ground, and Bi Gengxuan finally remembered one thing - he knows magic.When the light enough to illuminate the entire tomb appeared and completely dispelled the darkness, Bi Gengxuan looked at this simple place that was just a long corridor with a little embarrassment. In fact, there was really nothing to be afraid of, but he just couldn't control it.

Yan Juntao acted as if nothing had happened, he just let go of Bi Gengxuan's hand and walked in the front, his big fairy robe swinging back and forth in the air.This made Bi Gengzui understand the fact that Yan Juntao was not afraid at all, he was just comforting him.

Seeing Yan Juntao walking two steps away, and then looking back worriedly, Bi Gengting suddenly felt a kind of peace of mind that he had never felt before.

Where the two of them are going, naturally depends on where Yuanfeng takes them.At this moment, Yuanfeng has automatically activated the bright light, like a small light bulb, directing cheerfully, continuing the way of guiding the way by rushing in the crock.The shell of the phoenix egg seems to be really hard.

Along the way, Yan Juntao saw different murals in different tomb corridors.At first, he thought it was just a funeral work, until he stopped writing with a big brain: "Tao Tao, do you think these portraits are telling a story?"

Only then did Yan Juntao stop, disregarding Yuanfeng's urging, and began to appreciate it seriously.

It's like telling a story.

Well, it is standard for general tomb robbery scripts, and the owner of the tomb likes to tell later people what happened to him.It's just that the owner of the tomb, who still doesn't know whether it is Emperor Shun or Renzu, wants to tell not his story, but someone else's story.Every story is different, but the protagonist of the story has the same face.

"Do you think this is because the painter's level is limited, or is this just a person's rich and colorful experience?" Bi Genghui was still talking too much unconsciously.

Yan Juntao shrugged, how did he know that.He only knew that what was painted in the painting should be an ancient story, and he saw some creatures that were extinct in ancient times.

So it can be confirmed that what they came to was indeed Ren Zu's tomb.

Yan Juntao carefully wrote down each painting. Although he didn't know what it would be useful for, it was just like the secret method of magic cultivation that he wrote down specially back then. Maybe it would be useful in the future.

Bi Gengxuan has always been worried, thinking that he and Yan Juntao will embark on some dangerous adventure in Renzu's tomb, but the result... Probably the people in the ancient times were too simple, and they didn't expect the people in the later generations to be so despicable, even the dead. The owner of the tomb is unwilling to let it go, and the owner of the tomb has not installed any defensive measures in the cemetery.Along the way, apart from the endless corridors, Yan Juntao and Bi Gengdiao did not encounter any traps or exotic animals.

They walked obediently like this, not because they didn't want to fly, but because they couldn't fly.It's not like when you were on Jiuyi Fairy Mountain, you just chose to walk out of respect for Emperor Shun.Now I can only be forced to walk.

Bi Gengxuan no longer knew how long they had been walking, but felt that his legs were filled with lead, walking slower and slower, slower and slower, there was no time to be afraid, and he wished he could go to the end quickly so that he could sit down and have a rest.In fact, he really wanted to rest before that, but seeing that Yan Juntao seemed tireless, he didn't have the nerve to ask for it.

In the end, it was Yan Juntao who noticed that he was sweating profusely when he stopped writing, so he took the initiative to stop.Yan Juntao was a little annoyed, forgetting that there was a big gap between his own cultivation level and that of Bi Gengxuan. He could handle it, but Bi Gengxuan might not.

"It's okay," Bi Gengxuan sat on the ground panting. The fatigue of the gods cannot be recovered by rest. He stood up again after a while, "I think it's better for us to go on vigorously. I can hold on. It's okay. But, are you really sure it's the right way to go?" Bi Gengcui believed in Yan Juntao, but he didn't quite trust the creature in the crock that Yan Juntao was holding.

Yan Juntao nodded, he was sure that there should be no problem with the road.After all, Yuanfeng can only rely on him now to return to the ancient times, and there is no need for him to kill them.

"Okay, you believe it, I believe you." Bi Gengzui took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and Yan Juntao continued to move forward.He felt that he should take back his initial doubts. It wasn't that the ancients didn't know that there were such weird things as tomb robbery in the world, but that they were more knowledgeable than modern immortals.

Going on like this seems to be endless, ordinary immortals must have left long ago to suspect immortals, right?It's like being on Nine Yi Immortal Mountain.

Yan Juntao shook his head, not knowing how to explain to Bi Gengting, it was not that they were not in danger, but that those dangers had already taken the initiative to avoid them when they saw them.Bi Gengxuan didn't feel it, but Yan Juntao felt it very clearly. Those monsters hidden in the darkness disappeared, and naturally all that was left was to keep walking.

As for whether it was Yan Juntao who was afraid of the danger, or the Yuanfeng in his crockpot, or the pen plowing, Yan Juntao didn't know.

They were considered intruders, so naturally they couldn't expect any good treatment.

Until Yan Juntao saw another painting, the mountain in that painting made Yan Juntao feel very familiar, he thought for a while before comparing it, isn't this the Riyue Mountain in the wild west pole?

The main peak of Riyue Mountain is called Wuzhen (ju) Tianmen, which is said to be the place where the sun and the moon rest.

Along with that painting, what appeared in front of Yan Juntao and Bi Gengcui was exactly such a door.The rustic carvings in ancient times have no craftsmanship, and can only be vaguely recognized as the appearance of the sun, moon and stars.No one knows whether it looks like the legendary Wu Yan Tianmen, but at least many places on its surface fit the description in the legend.

Bi Gengxuan put away the light blessed by the immortal art, only then did he realize that there was also a bright light emitting from the door, and a fresh breath rushed towards his face.

Yan Juntao and Bi Gengxuan glanced at each other, took each other's hand again, and walked in together.

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*Wu Yan Tianmen's statement comes from "Da Huang Xi Jing".