Master Zhao at the foot of Mount Qingcheng

When Zhao Xuan dismantled the mechanism, Lin Chaoyu accompanied him.

The old man and Tang Feng talked very happily about the organization, and could not help but sigh to Zhao Xuan from time to time: "Like, really like."

"Senior." Lin Chaoyu turned around, looked directly at the other party with sharp eyes, and asked, "Is it true that Chengjian Villa has no relationship with other sects?"

The old man raised his eyebrows high: "My little friend, what do you mean? Since I closed the villa 70 years ago, I naturally have no contact with other sects..."

The old man fell silent while he was talking. After a while, he said, "I haven't heard about religious affairs for nearly 50 years. Now my grandson is in charge of the house. I don't have the energy or the right to ask about the rest. I'm just here to abide by the old promise, just wait for you to come.”

"Waiting for us all this time?" Lin Chaoyu's eyes became gentle again, and he asked very gracefully, "How did senior know that we would come here?"

"I don't know. Brother Zhao told me after the construction of the institution was completed. That was the last time we saw each other. He said that after many years, someone will come to me or my descendants. If it is his descendants , then I will activate the Houshan mechanism. If it is not his descendant, but the world is looking for the National Teacher's Mausoleum, then I can also activate the mechanism. I live in seclusion here and don't ask about Jianghu affairs. For so many years, no one has come to the door Those who asked about our country’s teacher’s mausoleum have waited for you.”

"Actually, it has already caused a sensation in the world, but those people haven't found Chengjian Villa." Tang Feng paused, his heart beating faster, rubbing his hands, and asked expectantly, "Senior built it for the national teacher back then. Organ, so the Mausoleum of the National Teacher is at the back of this villa?"

The old man shook his head and poured cold water: "Of course not, it's just that this mechanism is a huge project. It took us a group of craftsmen several years to complete the construction. The real mausoleum for him was only the one given to him by the emperor. It’s just a craftsman. This is Brother Zhao’s trick, and people who don’t know may think that we are building the National Teacher’s Mausoleum. As for the real location, you will know when I activate the mechanism.”

Lin Chaoyu listened, and couldn't help feeling helpless and admiring for this man who had been dead for 70 years.

It turned out that the Qinglin Guard had been investigating for several years before finding any clues in the southeast area, and the location of the mausoleum they had always suspected was just an institution.

"You can know the location of the National Teacher's Mausoleum by activating the mechanism. Everyone is looking for the senior national teacher's tomb. You can also activate the mechanism." Lin Chaoyu seemed to suddenly understand something, "Senior Zhao Sifan wants to make his tomb public and let the world fight for it by themselves ?"

"Who knows, he is a person that others can't figure out." The old man chuckled, but his old but energetic eyes turned to Lin Chaoyu, "Little friend, you are a wolf by nature, so you don't have to pretend to be a sheep in front of an old man like me."

He is old, experienced, and has seen many people, and his vision is really vicious.

Lin Chaoyu smiled, and then asked: "The senior, did you ever know a kind of mushroom that glows in blue?"

"You said this, I know, from the northwest area." The old man is old and clear-headed, and his words are a bit vague and have some local accents, but everyone can still hear clearly, "A long time ago, I. Brother Zhao , and others, they found it passing through a small village in the northwest, and the locals used it to light fires, and it grew near that village."

"I originally thought it was a good thing that could keep the source of fire alive when forging swords. I wanted to take some back to cultivate, but this thing can't be grown in the wild, and the locals can't do anything about it. Brother Zhao said it was not a good thing at the time. Things, let me stop thinking about it. So I still have a deep impression on it." The old man said so much in one breath, and he took a few breaths, "Why, did you see it? Hasn't this thing disappeared yet?"

Tang Feng spread his hands: "Not only did they not disappear, but a lot of them appeared, bombing mountains and plotting rebellion, as if they don't need money. I'm afraid someone already knows how to cultivate this thing."

Tang Feng looked at the old man who couldn't even stand up in front of him, and swallowed the words that slipped around, and didn't say anything about the fact that Chengjian Villa also had this kind of mushroom.

Zhao Xuan listened to their conversation while solving the mechanism.

In addition to teaching him martial arts since childhood, the elders in the school mostly taught him how to solve tricks, and would often make tricks for him to play with. It's just that he was more interested in martial arts, but Tang Feng fell in love with them.

In the past, he didn't understand why some elders who had always been straightforward and didn't like tricks would come up with small tricks for him to learn to understand. Now that I think about it, these are all left by the great-grandfather, and I'm afraid it was a trap set by the great-grandfather.

With the disintegration of the last organ, the sky also darkened.

The old man was yawning, and Tang Feng borrowed a pen and paper from the old man, and he didn't know what story he thought of. He was writing hard there, only Lin Chaoyu was sitting beside him, watching him silently.

Zhao Xuan was suddenly moved.

Many unexplainable emotions always come from the accumulation of small things. Every time I look back, Lin Chaoyu is watching him silently, as if this person will always be there and always be there.

Zhao Xuan doesn't have to worry that there is no one behind him, and he will always be in his eyes.

"Is Ah Jin okay?" The old man didn't notice that Zhao Xuan had unlocked all the traps, and suddenly asked Tang Feng, "He is my junior brother. I remember that he followed Brother Zhao back then."

Recalling the past, the old man's eyes are always distant and smiling: "When we parted, he and Xiao Chu were just young men who had just turned [-]. They were younger than you now, and they were full of spirits. The few of us Among the brothers and sisters, Ah Jin is the most talented in making swords, and I am good at making tricks."

Seeing the old man's smiling face, Tang Feng thought about his words, but didn't answer for a while.

"Grandpa Jin passed away a few years ago." Zhao Xuan walked slowly, and put a yellowed letter in the last organ in front of the old man, "Grandpa Jin passed away, it is a happy event. He has an excellent descendant He inherited the mantle, and he is also a master swordsmith in this world."

"Oh, that's good, it's because I've lived for too long, I've become an idiot, I didn't realize that time waits for no one, this world should belong to young people... I'm tired, I have to rest, you guys Come back to me tomorrow." The old man said, his whole body seemed to be a lot sleepy, "This letter was originally left to you by Brother Zhao, I haven't touched it, you can open it and have a look."

Looking at the 70-year-old letter, Zhao Xuan regained consciousness and bid farewell to the old man. After leaving the hospital, he couldn't wait to open the letter. There were only a few words in the letter: "May you all be safe and free from illness and disaster."

This is the most ordinary and sincere blessing from an elder to a younger generation.

Zhao Xuan turned the paper over, and there was a line of small characters on the back.

Tang Feng leaned forward curiously: "What did you say on the back?"

Zhao Xuan: "Let's go to the capital to find a carpenter, he left something for me there."

"It should be the small wooden box you brought back last year, right? The box of powder inside?" Tang Feng shook his head, "I don't know what it is until now. I don't understand it. You are indeed a national teacher."

Earlier, Zhao Xuan and Lin Chaoyu brought back a small wooden box from "Zhibu surnamed Zhao". It is said that it was left to them by Zhao Sifan. They also opened it and studied it afterwards, but it was just a box of unknown powder, and they didn't know what it was for. , Zhao Xuan still carries it with him.

"But at least it also shows one thing. That person can't calculate everything. In other words, he can't predict the future. In his imagination, Xuan'er should first find Chengjian Villa, and then use this prompt to go Beijing, otherwise this reminder would not have been left. But his idea has changed." Lin Chaoyu pointed to himself, "I asked Xuan'er to come to the capital, and got the things first."

Tang Feng nodded: "It makes sense, I didn't believe in those things before, and now I don't believe it even more."

Zhao Xuan: "Besides, the elders never mentioned that the great-grandfather had destiny."

"Seriously, Master." Tang Feng asked Zhao Xuan on the way back to his residence, "Where do you think the Mausoleum of the National Teacher will be, no matter what it is or not?"

Zhao Xuan blurted out without hesitation: "Northwest."

As the old man said in the snowy day - I guess he must be somewhere where you can't find him and can watch you.

Although Zhao Sifan had been active from the capital to the southeast during his lifetime, and even though the Qingcheng sect had searched almost all over the northwest for the past 70 years, he could not find any clues.

The three of them returned to the guest room arranged by He Qingbai according to their memory, and Wen Renyue stepped forward, seemingly waiting for a while.

"My subordinates have checked it. The Houshan Sword Stove looks very clean, as if it has been tidied up by someone. There are blue marks on the ground that cannot be cleaned up. It should be the traces left by using those mushrooms to light the fire. There are disciples around to watch closely , there are also traps, I dare not get too close, but there is a lot of white dust on the leaves of the tree where I am hiding, and I collected some." Wen Renyue took out a handkerchief, and unfolded it to reveal a little bit of wrapped clothes. Off-white dust.

Lin Chaoyu glanced at it, rubbed it with a finger, and sniffed it lightly.

Looking at Lin Chaoyu's expression, Zhao Xuan knew that the other party had a solid idea, so he asked, "How?"

Lin Chaoyu wiped his hands clean, and said calmly, "It's ashes."

Zhao Xuan seemed to have expected this answer, instead of being surprised at all, he asked calmly, "Human?"

"perhaps."

"It may also be the ashes of animals. There are a lot of leaves on this tree. How many people will have to be burned? Is this Chengjian Villa a mass grave? Otherwise, how could so many people be burned for them?" Tang Feng's voice became louder. Getting smaller and smaller, because he thought of the few beggars and homeless people who disappeared in Qinzhou City.

Seeing that everyone else was looking at him, Tang Feng let out an "oops" and tapped his palm with a fan: "Maybe it's true."

"Anyway, there is a big problem here." Lin Chaoyu took out his sapphire unicorn pendant and handed it to Wen Renyue. Unlike other Qinglin guards, his jade pendant could faintly show the word "Yin", "I will find a chance to go down the mountain later, Look for Qinzhou City to defend the city, let them lead troops to surround here first, don't let anyone go. If there are not enough manpower, they will also be dispatched together with the navy."

Not long after, a disciple from Chengjian Villa came to invite them to a banquet, saying that the owner of the villa was already waiting.

Wen Renyue shied away from being unwell, and Tang Feng also stayed on the grounds of taking care of her.

After the rest of the people left, Tang Feng and Wen Renyue entered the room together, and said in a low voice, "There are people around us staring at us."

Wen Renyue tied up her long hair, put on a ghost mask, and unbuttoned her outer robe, revealing the slim and light night clothes inside: "Your Excellency and Leader Zhao have just left, so you can't startle the snake, you have to wait a little longer to get out of the villa." wait."

"Miss Wenren." Tang Feng called her, and said seriously, "I don't worry about the many traps here, I will escort you down the mountain, but I can't let the leader get into trouble, so I will go back and meet them in the dark to prevent any accidents , and then you have to be more careful yourself."

Wen Renyue was wearing a mask and couldn't see her expression clearly, but her voice was still indifferent: "Understood."