fight for day

The passage was long and winding, Song Huairan took Lu Zhou into consideration and walked for a while before reaching the end.

After coming out, the angle of view suddenly widened. It turned out that they went directly to the bottom of the tiankeng. They were standing on a steep slope, and a few meters down was Yanghu Lake.

This quiet lake lies peacefully at the bottom of the tiankeng. The surface of the lake is smooth and waveless, like emeralds embedded in it.

Ye Zhuming was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery. He looked around and his eyes fell on the lake.

Not to mention that it is surrounded by mountains and protected from wind, and the surface of the lake is too calm, without even the slightest ripple.There must be ghosts.

He said to Lu Zhou: "You and Huairan stay here, I'll go and have a look in the water."

Lu Zhou told him to be careful, but Ye Zhuming held his hand instead: "Don't be afraid."

I have nothing to be afraid of——before Lu Zhou had time to say it, Ye Zhuming turned into a dragon.

He had seen the prototype of Ye Zhuming once, which was comparable to the Great Wall, but this time it was much smaller, only as thick as a head, and his body was covered with golden scales, shining brightly. Longfei flew to the middle of the lake, and suddenly turned his head to look at the shore—— — To be precise, he looked at Lu Zhou, seeing that handsome face was full of wonder and curiosity, but no panic or fear, Ye Zhuming heaved a sigh of relief, and plunged into the water.

So cool... Lu Zhou thought so.

Song Huairan at the side was not surprised, and sat down cross-legged calmly.

He still had the oiled paper umbrella hanging around his waist, and now he finally took it off and held it in his hand. Lu Zhou saw a small pendant hanging from the handle of the umbrella, like a sword tassel.Taking a closer look, I found that it turned out to be a root of ginseng.

This ginseng is the length of a palm, the thickness of a thumb, the whole body is snow white, and the roots are many and thin, like a strand of hair.

The Lu family is a medicine maker, and Lu Zhou has seen a lot of high-quality ginseng, but he has never heard of this kind of ginseng. For a while, his eyes were glued to it, and he asked Song Huairan how to cultivate it.

If this is mass-produced, wouldn't it be sold at a sky-high price?

"The master's inheritance is only one." Song Huairan shattered his dream.

He put the ginseng into his pocket, and Lu Zhou had no choice but to look away regretfully.

At this time, there was movement on the surface of the water, and the golden dragon came from the sky, and after landing, it turned into a human form.

But it was a little different from before, the bright blond hair was tied up high with a black ribbon, and the golden satin dragon sleeve robe made the person more slender, taller and more radiant.Like a character in a dress-up game, one click changes from an urban beauty to a refined gentleman.

Lu Zhou exclaimed: "You look so pretty in this dress."

Like coming out of a painting.

Ye Zhuming raised his eyebrows: "I look good in clothes or not."

Lu Zhou: "..."

Song Huairan coughed: "This is his photo—brother, did you find anything?"

Ye Zhuming was wearing a long robe, holding a long knife in his hand, frowning and shaking his head when he heard this.

The handle of the knife was black, and the blade was white, giving off a frightening cold light in the night.

Song Huairan cast his gaze: "Immortal Slayer Flying Knife."

Ye Zhuming nodded.

The two seldom fight side by side, Song Huairan saw it for the first time, and he lingered for a while: "This is a good thing...there is still half of it?"

He saw the mystery at a glance, and Ye Zhuming didn't hide it: "It's in Zhao Huangshi's hands."

Song Huairan nodded thoughtfully.

The topic only changed a few words, and Ye Zhuming said that he explored the bottom of the lake, and there was nothing wrong with it, and there were no ruins at all.

He was about to go to the wall of the tiankeng to have a look again, but Song Huairan said, "This lake is like a mirror, it's normal not to see anything."

Ye Zhuming clenched the knife in his hand: "...Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Song Huairan smiled innocently: "I just saw it too."

Believe your bullshit.

Ye Zhuming's tone was not kind: "How to break it?"

Song Huairan pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and made a formula.

"The heaven and the earth are clear, the sun and the moon are bright together; the yin and yang return to the pilgrimage, and the universe moves forward!"

Suddenly there was a booming sound in his ears, and the ground under his feet began to shake. Lu Zhou grabbed Ye Zhuming's hand, and after a while of dizziness, he opened his eyes and saw the sparkling light.

He had a strange intuition that the water wave above his head was Yanghu Lake.

But at this time they were not at the bottom of the water, but in an open area, surrounded by eight stone pillars, and they couldn't see clearly from far away.The stone slabs under his feet were engraved with complex patterns, which were still shimmering.

Ye Zhuming stomped his feet: "What is this?"

Song Huairan looked around: "The teleportation array, standing under the pillars can be teleported to some specific places."

Song Huairan identified them and found that each of these teleportation arrays covered different provinces and spanned the entire country.

His expression was a little dignified. Lu Zhou saw him holding the handle of the oil-paper umbrella at his waist, making a movement of drawing his sword, and pulled out the whole umbrella bone.

It's really a bamboo sword.

As soon as he raised his hand, two talisman packets appeared out of thin air in his palm, and he threw them to Lu Zhou and Ye Zhuming.

"Hold the invisibility talisman. Don't talk, something is coming." He whispered.

Lu Zhou clenched the triangular talisman bag tightly, and suddenly felt numb all over his body. His hands and feet were indeed much more illusory. Looking at Song Huairan and Ye Zhuming, he could only see outlines.

The two of them stood on both sides of Lu Zhou, holding swords and swords, staring at a certain direction motionless, ready to go.

Soon there was a sound of footsteps in the darkness, Ye Zhuming heard the sound and concluded that there were quite a few people coming, so he turned sideways calmly, blocking Song Huairan and Lu Zhou behind him.

The sound of footsteps approached from far to near, and soon a group of men in black robes appeared, the number of which was too large to see clearly. Each man in black robes was carrying a stone-cast box on his shoulders. Sure enough, they couldn't see the three of them, and they carried the box directly. Standing under the stone pillar, and sticking the palm on the stone pillar, a cyan halo immediately enveloped them, and they disappeared in a swish.

Each pillar sent away no less than ten black-robed men. Ye Zhuming watched them disappear one by one, feeling more and more anxious in his heart. He rushed forward, kicked the black-robed man over, and snatched the stone box.

He was holding a knife in one hand and holding a box in the other, to guard against the black-robed man's back, but the black-robed man was kicked ten meters away by him, struggled on the ground for a few times, and then fell silent.

... so crispy?

Ye Zhuming couldn't believe it, Song Huairan used the bamboo tip to lift the black-robed man's hood, revealing the back of his head——

To be precise, the face on the back of the head is exposed.

He raised his foot and kicked the body over, and there was also a face on the front.

"This is... Luo Cha Ling?" Ye Zhuming frowned.

It was this kind of thing that first set its sights on the Fengqi Mountains and abducted a child named Li Yueshu in Gongyang County.

Moreover, Tianzhu fell from this thing.

Song Huairan nodded.

Ye Zhuming frowned, and put the stone box on the ground.

There was a yellow talisman on the seal of the box, and Song Huairan immediately knelt down to check it.

"This talisman is for sealing." His finger slid across the stone box, and the place he touched lit up like a turtle pattern.

"It's a Shizuku." Song Huairan frowned, "It's used to ward off fire."

He tore off the charm and lifted the stone cover.

A strange fragrance emanated instantly, and Ye Zhuming looked at the flesh-pink ointment in the stone box, his eyebrows furrowed into a ball.

"Mermaid cream?" he asked.

Song Huairan hummed, each box contains about five liters of mermaid oil, this box alone can burn the Fengqi Mountains to ashes.

There are so many mermaid creams, and it's just this time, who wants these things, and what are they used for?

Ye Zhuming was hesitant to find a formation to follow and find out. Song Huairan saw what he was thinking and persuaded him, "This is probably a stronghold. Instead of looking for traces, it's better to trace the source and look here first."

Ye Zhuming had no choice but to give up the idea.

Song Huairan didn't know where he had received the box of mermaid ointment, and as soon as he waved his hand, a raging fire ignited on the body of the dead Luo Chaling, and it was burnt to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The three of them walked towards the direction where the group of Rakshasa spirits came, the surrounding area was pitch black, Song Huairan was at the front, Lu Zhou was in the middle, and Ye Zhuming was behind.

Song Huairan, like Doraemon, took out a lantern from an invisible magical pocket to light up a large area of ​​the road.

Lu Zhou was a little worried. This level of brightness is like a small sun, which is really eye-catching.

And the effect of that talisman should have come to an end, he could see his firm palm right now.

Fortunately, there was a bright light in front of him soon, Song Huairan put away the lantern and quickened his pace.

I had been stepping on stone slabs before, but as the front became brighter and brighter, my feet became softer and softer, and I could even hear the sound of sizzling water occasionally.

Like stepping on a forest trail after the rain.

Lu Zhou lowered his head, and there was really a piece of mud under his feet.

They stood in a junction area, the backside was dark, but the front was extremely bright.

It's like entering the world by mistake, the land in front of you is boundless, with all kinds of exotic plants dotted around, full of greenery and clusters of flowers, growing wantonly under the scorching sun.

Yes, the scorching sun.

Lu Zhou glanced at his phone, 23:46.

Where is this sun from? Did it go through a lake and go directly to the other side of the earth?

Moreover, he didn't know any of the vegetation planted here.

There is a very strong and complex fragrance in the air, but it is not stuffy, but refreshing.

If he doesn't know him, someone will, Ye Zhuming said in a deep voice, "Dixiu, Zhimu, Cedarwood, Ghost Grass..."

The more he discerned, the more startled he became. The things grown here have long been reduced to legends. Apart from Penglai Xianshan and Burning Yezong, there is actually a place where the fairy grass in Shan Hai Jing can be raised.

Song Huairan looked solemn, looked down at the ground under his feet for a while, knelt on his knees, and pressed his palms.

Lu Zhou instantly felt the swaying like a small earthquake.

Song Huairan looked at the slightly squirming soil and said in a low voice, "Xi soil."

Those who breathe the soil say that the soil grows and breathes infinitely, and if it is used, it will not be consumed, and it will benefit more from digging.

There is also a detaining spirit array under the soil, which can maintain the spiritual energy and restrain the soil. After all, the spiritual energy in the soil is infinite. If it extends into the vast mountains of the Liao area, it will definitely affect the growth of the spiritual plants.

However, there are more spiritual plants of this scale than those that have been passed down in their sect for thousands of years, and one type of soil is patchwork, which is obviously cultivated deliberately.

In today's world, there are very few people who can have this kind of ability.

Song Huairan flexed his fingers and deduced, but he really couldn't figure out who did it.

He sighed silently.

There is only one person in the world who can make him unable to figure it out.

Shizu, shizu, it wasn't that the disciple broke the precept on purpose, but since it happened, there is no reason to let it go.

Seeing that he seemed to be in a trance, Ye Zhuming hurriedly asked what was going on.

Song Huairan looked at his vaguely worried expression, hesitated for a moment, and shook his head.

Those who don't know are innocent, it's better to hide it from him for the time being.

"...Look ahead." Song Huairan stood up and said.

There is an avenue in the center of this land, and a floating palace can be vaguely seen at the end.

Song Huairan stepped forward, Ye Zhuming gave him a complicated look, took Lu Zhou's hand and followed behind.

"Don't be afraid."

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The magical animals and plants in this chapter and the next chapter are basically from Shan Hai Jing.