lazy cat hits cute

At the end of the gloomy world, stands an extremely tall white jade gate, surrounded by precious lights, with three golden characters engraved on the plaque of the gate: "Hexuanzong", and the left and right couplets are "Hetiandi" and "Entering the Mystery". , the handwriting is full of muscles and bones, handsome and upright, which is better than the calligraphy on the plaque.Ming Huang stopped to appreciate it for a while, just based on this calligraphy, He Xuanzong should have the spirit of the Holy Emperor.

One door separates the sky and the earth, and the eyes are full of green mountains and green waters.

On the square, the disciples of the Chongling Sect and the disciples of the national government were busy going around, sorting the magic weapons and exercises they got from the ruins into categories, bartering them on the spot, and compensating those with poor value with spirit stones. Everyone was happy and happy.

Ming Huang felt strange and ordered someone to come over: "What's going on? Is there no danger in the ruins?"

The disciple of the national government said: "No, the storeroom where the magical instruments are stored is not locked, and the Lingbao can be taken casually, as if it has been set up for us to pick it up."

Ming Huang felt uneasy when he heard it, and asked again: "Did you see Bei Sheng and the others?"

The Guofu disciple pointed in the direction: "I saw them flying there."

Ming Huang soared into the sky, flew towards the direction pointed by the Guofu disciples and saw their backs after a while.

Beisheng was not flying fast, and chatted with Zhang Qingyang while flying, and there was An He holding a sword beside him.He easily caught up with them: "Zhang Qingyang, where are you going?"

Zhang Qingyang turned around and said, "Go and see the history." He pointed at Beisheng, with an innocent expression of "Actually, I don't know what he's talking about".

shit?Ming Huang was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that this shit is not history, it is history history.

That's right, it fits the definition of Beisheng's ancient history authority.

He silently followed, and after a while, he saw a very strange mountain in the sky.The mountain is long and thin, with jagged rocks, like a rusty sword piercing into the sky.There is no vegetation on it, the mountain peak soars into the clouds, and nine jade streams descend from the clouds, the jade beads are surging, and the rainbow is shining. The nine jade waterfalls meet at the foot of the mountain and flow into a round pool.His eyes lit up, Zhang Qingyang rushed down first, scooped up some water with the Xingmao inkstone, stopped for a while, and took a sip.

Probably because it feels good, and I put a lot of it in the clean bottle.

Bei Sheng lowered his flying sword and rushed in quickly. Amidst the thunderstorm roaring sound of water, Ming Huang clearly heard Bei Sheng's painful roar, which made his scalp tingle.

Will someone as strong as Beisheng be beaten?How powerful is this waterfall?

An and the second one rushed in without making any noise, but it made Ming Huang even more nervous.

He walked to the edge of the round pool, stretched out his hand to touch the surface of the water, he felt burning pain, he cried out in surprise, and hastily withdrew his hand, but the palm was numb.

Zhang Qingyang looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Ming Huang squinted at him, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Qingyang shook his head: "It's okay."

The two stared at each other for a while, Zhang Qingyang got up and opened his hands: "I'll carry you in."

Ming Huang looked at the waterfall, hesitantly: "What if they see it..."

Zhang Qingyang was determined: "It's okay to read."

Beisheng was blindfolded and couldn't see, even if An He saw it, he wouldn't be interested.

Ming Huang's face turned red, he let him hug her, and rushed towards the waterfall.

The clouds and water full of spiritual energy smashed down with great force, and Ming Huang couldn't hear anything for a while, only remembering the water droplets hitting his body heavily, like a bronze chariot running over him, the spirit yuan trembled through his meridians, The bombardment of the soul smashed the romantic atmosphere to pieces.The great pain lasted for a split second, the sound of rumbling water fell behind him, his eyes were completely dark, and it took a long time for Zhang Qingyang's blurred face to emerge.

Her lips moved as if to say something.

can not hear.

Can't tell.

He panicked, opened his mouth, and gasped for breath, but couldn't make a sound.

Zhang Qingyang kissed his lips, vigorous and pure spiritual power poured into his body, sight, hearing, and five senses came back, he moved his fingers, raised his arms, hugged him and raised his head to deepen the kiss.

for a long time.

The lips parted reluctantly, and Zhang Qingyang gently rubbed his forehead: "Is it better?"

"Well, much better."

Zhang Qingyang gently said between his eyebrows and helped him stand up with half support and half hug.Behind the waterfall is a huge karst cave with a deep structure, so black that you can't see your fingers.

Zhang Qingyang lit a bright light talisman, and saw An He first. He was leaning on a stalagmite, as if resting with his eyes closed, breathing long and pulsatingly.Beisheng was not far away from him, leaning against the rock wall in a half-lying, half-sitting posture. The bright light of the Mingguang Talisman stimulated him to open his eyes, and quickly closed them.

Ming Huang whispered, "Why are you alright?"

"do not know."

Ming Huang slowed down, and took out a small and exquisite hexagonal palace lantern from his mustard finger. The lantern handle was carved with a dragon, the mouth of the dragon contained a night pearl, and the golden thread of the chandelier was hung, very magnificent.With a flick of his finger, a spiritual stream hit the dragon's head, and the night pearl at the dragon's mouth lit up, and the fire in the lamp "popped" into flames. The light was dim yellow, warm and soft, and a woody fragrance spread.

He lifted his wrist, the night pearl lit up a little, the fire in the lamp burned more vigorously, and the range of illumination expanded, illuminating a moss-covered stone step in the dark.

The two held hands and walked slowly, the time was long, as if it would never end, Ming Huang estimated that it was almost far away, the luminous pearl suddenly lit up, the palace lanterns shone brightly, shining brightly like a small sun, immediately illuminating the road ahead clearly clearly.

It seems to have walked into the throat of a monster. All kinds of stalactites stand like thousands of knives and halberds, squeezing the steps very narrow.In the depths of the monster's throat stands a five-story red building, which is simple and unpretentious.The cinnabar paint on the body of the building is brighter than blood.There is a large yellow lock on the door of the building, which has accumulated dust for a long time.

This is what Beisheng called "history", the library hidden deep in the cave?Ming Huang thought it was absurd, a place with a lot of humidity should never be used as a library, besides, the books inside have been rotten for tens of thousands of years.

He fiddled with the big iron lock, but he didn't feel anything special.Unexpectedly, when the iron lock was tilted, it fell down with a bang, and the echo was huge, which shocked him.

The lock didn't lock at all.

Surprised and confused, Ming Huang picked up the iron lock and looked it over and over for a long time, making sure that it was an ordinary iron lock without any trace of mana or runes.

He muttered: "What, I don't care about the locks."

"Hush." ​​Bei Sheng suddenly appeared like a ghost, scaring Ming Huang into a cold sweat.

When it is quiet, it is so quiet that people are afraid.

Bei Sheng looked up at Pu Su Zhulou, as if he was afraid of disturbing its long sleep, sighed quietly: "This is the predecessor of Chong Ling."

When Ming Huang was a child, he heard that the predecessor of the Chongling Sect was the ruins of a ruined Sacred Sect, and it slowly shrank to become what it is today. It is precisely because of its predecessor's background of the Sacred Sect that it was regarded as an enemy by the Ming royal family. .

But that's just legend.

Today, the legend has living evidence.

Beisheng pushed open the door cautiously, and for a moment his murderous aura grew sharply, guarding against any hidden weapon from the mechanism inside.

However, nothing strange popped out, and there were no bookshelves inside.

The interior space of the building is very large, connecting up and down. The long curved stairs connect each floor, and each floor has seven walls. The walls are painted with brightly colored murals, one wall and one page, like a small book.

Ming Huang tried to go straight up to the top floor with his sword, but was only three feet away from the ground when he was slapped back by a force, almost breaking his leg bone.

Looking at the murals from left to right, the murals on the first floor are not much in content, they are nothing more than showing how powerful and brilliant Hexuanzong is, and they are accompanied by a long poem. There are hundreds of people, and there are ten immortal artifacts in the sect, each of which has the ability to destroy the world.There are countless branches, covering ten continents overseas and Kyushu at home.

Stepping up to the second floor, it is described that Xing Mitian, the head of Hexuanzong, found the record about the "Tomb of the God King" on a broken bronze fairy artifact. He searched through ancient books, looking for clues in ancient history, and deduced that God He went alone to the specific location of Wang Zhizhong, and the artist euphemistically drew his ending: there are layers of dense spiritual tablets on the incense table, and the latest one in the lower right corner says "Xing Mi Tian".

On the third floor, the death of the head did not prevent Hexuanzong from becoming interested in the Tomb of the God King. The successor head further inferred on the basis of Xing Mitian that the power of the beginning of the world might be hidden in the Tomb of the King of God. He called it "" At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty".He tried his best to overcome all opinions, gathered the strength of the whole sect, crossed mountains and seas, went to the tomb of the god king, and stationed in the local sect.

The accompanying poem briefly mentions that the local people regard the Tomb of the God King as a "jedi" and call it "Northern Wilderness", and they wrote it in a mocking tone for fear of avoiding it.

The content of the fourth floor is quite boring, similar to the first floor, boasting how Hexuanzong easily stepped across Ruoshui Tianhe and Bujinyan, and marched towards the center of the Northern Wilderness.At the end of the mural, the artist depicts the tomb of the king of the gods with extremely fine brushstrokes: a huge dilapidated palace, which is simple, solemn, and dignified with the same weight as the prehistoric years, and implies the ruthless sadness of the years. I can no longer move my eyes, causing my blood to coagulate and my heart to stop beating.Standing in front of the painting, it seems to be looking at the ancient and majestic sacred tomb together with the disciples of Hexuan back then. The overwhelming momentum makes people want to bow down.

Beisheng stared at it bewilderedly.

Not only his, An He, who was indifferent to the point of indifference, was also fascinated by the murals.

The painter's brushwork is so superb that it is no longer possible to use "lifelike" to describe the sacred tomb on the murals. The magnificent momentum cannot but be intoxicating.

And Zhang Qingyang felt very bored.

The painter drew very similarly, almost perfectly reproducing the aura of the sacred tomb.

So he doesn't like it.

It's not a good memory, and I don't feel anything when I look at it again.

They were all watching, Zhang Qingyang lay alone on the vermilion railing, looking down and upstairs.The dust on the railing was so heavy that his clothes were stained white.

He patted his clothes, and suddenly wanted to go back and have a look.

When the thought comes together, it burns like a big fire, which can never be extinguished.