Nine Yin True Gold in Marvel

Jumping into the well, I saw that there was a cave under the well.

Lush vines have grown all around the bottom of the well, and the surrounding walls are covered with spiders, scorpions, and other poisons.

The bottom of this well does not look like an ordinary well bottom at all. Instead, it looks like a room of about 100 square meters. It has obviously been artificially modified.

At the bottom of the well that has been abandoned for many years, there is still a little bit of well water that barely covers the soles of the shoes.

Fanchen looked at this place and his memory returned to 7 years ago...

The scene in front of me is very much like this place 7 years ago!

But now it seems extremely real.

Fanchen stopped thinking and stepped forward.

I saw two corpses on the ground, and I don't know who left them.

The bones in front of Fanchen were covered with sword marks and their skulls were cracked. It can be seen that there must have been fierce conflicts with others during his lifetime.

The phalanges of this skeleton's hand are severely worn, and the bones at the palm of the hand are actually a bit thinner than other parts. He must be a master of swordsmanship! There were many poisonous insects surrounding this corpse. It adheres to the surface of the skeleton, leaving it riddled with holes.

The bones had lost their luster and appeared to have been here for a long time.

Fanchen was about to step forward to clean up the poisonous insects and collect the bones. His eyes flashed and he found a secret book next to the wooden pile on which the skeleton was leaning.

I saw only 4 big words on the cover: Lingkong Taxu

Based on Fanchen's 7 years of experience in the martial arts world, he certainly knew that this was a must-have book for entry-level Qinggong~ Fuyao footwork, but he only got it now. Fanchen also smiled helplessly.

As soon as my fingers touched these bones, the bones disappeared with the wind and became weathered in this dark well underground.

A sealed letter was revealed under the weathered bones:

"I have known for a long time that my disciple Yinqiu is impatient for my secret book of "Hate the Sky Divine Skill", so he hid the most essential piece of the internal skills in a safe place. If the practitioner loses this chapter, he will be eaten by thousands of poisons. If Yin Qiu kills me, I will trick him into learning the broken copy of the secret book and let him reap the consequences. After reading this letter, my wife and son should be more careful about Yin Qiu. - Old Man Hentian."

Fanchen suddenly realized that the skeleton surrounded by poisonous insects just now was actually the disciple of the old man who hated the sky.

According to this letter, there is a high probability that it is the skeleton of Yin Qiu, but. Couldn't it be that someone else had acquired the incomplete God-Hate God Skill? Are you going to fail here?

Fanchen could tell a lot of information from the contents of this piece of paper;

Four people: hate the old man Tian, ​​hate the old man Tian and his wife, hate the old man Tian and his children, and drink their hatred. 2. A secret book: "The God of Hatred", a fragmentary copy, the essence. 3. A safe place.

In my previous life, I was confused by the mortal world here, and now I have no clue when I see this place.

When the corpse was collected, it was unexpectedly discovered that the wooden stake on which the corpse rested was hollow.

After Fanchen cut it open with his sword, he found a wooden red treasure box. There was an antique atmosphere around the treasure box that lingered.

But it's already locked.

Obviously, this treasure chest also has some traces of weathering.

Time flies by like a white horse, and Fanchen is already in Chengdu.

Fanchen, who had just arrived, had just bought dozens of bottles of rice wine in the tavern, and when he was about to drink it, an imposing and unruly man walked in and said to Fanchen:

"Little brother, if we can find a quiet place to drink together under the moon, it will definitely be a great thing in the world."

Fanchen smiled and did not reject this man of the world. From their conversations along the way.

Fanchen learned from this person’s words that his name was Zhongli Cangjiao.

He is a knight-errant in the world, drifting with the crowd, which is very uncomfortable.

Fanchen was also attracted by Ren Xia, who acted as he pleased and acted as he wished, and now he recognized this person a little more.

They walked together to February's Temple in the western suburbs.

The moon shines on the water. The moonlight is like a gentle net, dense and long, woven from the sky to the water surface, and then stacked up layer by layer on the water surface. I stretched out my hand to touch the net, but I couldn't touch it. I could only feel that the net was soft and wet. The smell of the net was sweet and cool, and a fragrance penetrated straight into my heart. The trees on the shore and the reed leaves near the shore are also dancing lightly, as if they are dancing with the moonlight, and as if they are showing off their graceful dancing postures on this huge stage.

Sitting on the top of the dilapidated February nunnery, the two of them sang to the moon, so happy.

"I didn't expect Brother Chen to have such skill on the piano! He is really a descendant of an immortal." Zhong Li praised Chen Chen.

Fanchen had already entered the realm of wandering in the world. He smiled slightly at Zhongli and said, "Brother Zhongli, following your heart and not being hindered by external things is what I yearn for."

"Brother Chen is so arrogant, I guess you will have a place in the world sooner or later. The 'Huashan Sword Discussion' held every five years will be held on July 5th this year at the top of Huashan Mountain! By then, the world will definitely gather here, Chen Brother, I will definitely not miss it," Zhongli said.

Fanchen's eyes flashed: "Of course I won't miss it. There are so many martial arts masters, how can we not catch a glimpse of the martial arts of hundreds of martial arts schools?"

Osmanthus flowers and floating jade fill the streets in the first month of the year, and the night is as cool as a wash. The wind is blowing, my eyebrows are cold and my bones are cold, I am in the Crystal Palace. The dragons are crouching, the temples are swaying, and misty music and songs are boiling. The frost is all over the ground, and it wants to fly across the colorful clouds.

I remember last year on this eve, I was drinking wine at the creek pavilion, and the pale moon and clouds came and went. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were no longer a dream yesterday, but the autumn scenery is like this in the blink of an eye. The green bird comes to the west, Chang'e repays me, and the good times are approaching. A message to my husband and wife, don’t let Guanghan get drunk.

I only heard a voice saying, "Brother Chen, it's the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month. We meet the full moon on the top of Huashan Mountain!" As the wind went away, it turned out that it was Zhongli Cangjiao who had already gone away with the wind.

Fanchen recalled the seven years of Jiuyin with blurry eyes. He could not remember many details clearly, but the heart-stirring story of the world had just begun.

Fanchen walked to the door of Eryue'an and looked at the prosperous Shangxiang Buddha Residence.

The plaque of Er Er'an has some traces of wind and rain, and it hangs diagonally on the dilapidated doorway.

The evil-suppressing stones on both sides were already filled with dust and cracks, and the originally bright red painted wooden door had now turned dark red.

One of the two lanterns originally hung in the doorway disappeared.

The first couplet originally posted on the door, "Embroidered with everything in mind, makes Shangyuan's wonders, masters thousands of threads to weave the beautiful brocade of Zhongtian" is also missing.

Walking into the front yard, the Bagua Tai Chi diagram on the ground seemed to be missing something, filled with dust and cobwebs. The incense burner that was used to welcome guests directly opposite the door no longer has the aroma it used to have.

Suddenly, I heard a voice coming from outside the wall: "Little thief, stop running."

I saw only two people from the Jianghu community, wearing black clothes covering their bodies and covering their faces with black cloth.

It turned out to be a battle between rivers and lakes, and Fanchen didn't think too much about it. Get ready for a night on the town.

But who would have thought that those who were escaping seemed to have discovered Fanchen. Wanting to divert the disaster to the east, they took out a paper object from their arms and shot it at Fanchen.

Fanchen caught this object without much thought.