Dragon Pattern Roll Set

Zhan Zhao carried the food and led Bai Yutang down to the entrance of the dungeon, then pointed to the steps, signaling Bai Yutang to stay here and not follow.

Bai Yutang looked at Zhan Zhao, what does that mean - why can't I go down? !

Zhan Zhao opened his eyes wide and saw that Bai Yutang's expression seemed a little bit aggrieved, although he was still very cool...but...this mouse is definitely acting like a spoiled child!

Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand and patted his head lightly, just like he usually pats Xiao Wu, and then pointed to the steps beside him, signaling him—just sit here and wait, be good.

Bai Yutang looked at the sky, although he was depressed, he had no choice but to find a bench by the door and put it at the corner of the stairs, and sat and waited unwillingly.

Seeing that Bai Yutang was sitting obediently, Zhan Zhao went downstairs.

As soon as Zhan Zhao left, Bai Yutang felt someone behind him, turned around in a daze, and saw Tianzun holding the little Sizi who was gnawing on a chicken paw, and behind him was the sleepy-eyed Hou Yin.

Bai Yutang looked at the three of them with some puzzlement, what does that mean - why are you here?

Both Yinhou and Tianzun raised a finger at Bai Yutang, "Hush!"

Bai Yutang rested his chin and turned his head to sigh, while the fourth son continued to crunch the chicken feet.

Zhan Zhao strolled to the door of the dungeon, and saw Tong Ling resting against the wooden bed.

Marquis Yin sealed several of his acupoints, so he can't use his kung fu now, and he can't break through by himself, so the shackles are a little easier, and it doesn't hurt to rely on rest, and it doesn't affect his actions.

The Kaifeng mansion dungeon is still very clean and quiet, he is the only one.

When Zhan Zhao arrived at the door of the cell, Tong Ling didn't open his eyes, but continued to close his eyes and meditate.

Zhan Zhao unchained the prison cell, opened the door and entered.

When Tong Ling heard the sound of the door opening, she opened her eyes. When she saw Zhan Zhao at first glance, she felt a little puzzled.

Zhan Zhao arrived in the cell, found a clean haystack to sit down, put down his wine and food, and still had half an unfinished bunny bun in his hand, and continued to gnaw while looking at the copper bell, as if he was sizing him up.

Tong Ling and Zhan Zhao looked at each other for a while.

Zhan Zhao waved to him, "I'm here to deliver food, come and eat."

Tong Ling frowned and sat up, "I've eaten."

"This is supper!" Zhan Zhao said with a serious face.

"You delivered the supper yourself?" Tong Ling was surprised.

"Sigh, it's not easy to earn a salary these days." Zhan Zhao rested his chin in distress.

Tong Ling stood up, walked to Zhan Zhao and sat down, seeing that there was wine and meat, she was puzzled, "There is also a midnight snack in the dungeon?"

"En." Zhan Zhao nodded, then lowered his voice, "I'll tell you a secret."

Tongling looked at Zhan Zhao, and felt that this was probably the most cheerful person he had ever met so far, always smiling and easy to talk to.

"When the prisoners get fat, they run slower!" Zhan Zhao said seriously.

At the door, Bai Yutang held his forehead.

Tianzun and Yinhou tilted their heads, and sat in the row behind him to listen. The fourth son sat in the front row, next to Bai Yutang. Bai Yutang gave him the bench, and the fourth son probably knew that he was stealing. He couldn't hear it well, so he sat on the bench shaking his calf and gnawed on the chicken feet.

Seeing that Bai Yutang seemed very bored, the fourth son opened a flowered cloth bag he was carrying. This bag was given to him by Ziying a few days ago. It can hold much more things than the small purse. The fourth son like very much.

The fourth son took out a greased paper bag and opened it, and there were a few duck tongues, two chicken feet, two chicken wings and some duck necks inside.

The fourth son took the paper bag and sent it to Bai Yutang.

Bai Yutang looked at the paper bag, then at Xiao Sizi who continued to creak and bulge his cheeks, and reached out to take a chicken wing.

The fourth son took the paper bag and turned back to Tianzun and Yinhou. One took the duck tongue and the other took the duck neck, gnawing together and continuing to listen.

"Who is your master?" Tong Ling asked Zhan Zhao while drinking wine and eating vegetables, "I can understand that Bai Yutang has such high internal strength at a young age, but why do you have internal strength that is not inferior to him, and your internal strength I've never seen one."

Zhan Zhao reached out to take a crab, peeled it and said, "It's normal, the person who taught me Kungfu is as good as Tianzun Kungfu."

Tong Ling frowned and looked up, "Is there such a person?"

"There is one." Zhan Zhao raised an eyebrow at him.

Tong Ling was taken aback, "Marquis Yin?"

Zhan Zhao smiled triumphantly.

Tong Ling nodded, "Yin Hou, it's no wonder, are there many masters in the Demon Palace?"

"Well, not a lot." Zhan Zhao nodded, took the crab apart and asked him, "By the way, I don't understand."

Tong Ling looked at Zhan Zhao, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Your physique should be suitable for cultivating internal energy. Why did you become obsessed?" Zhan Zhao asked earnestly while chewing on the crab meat, "Is the method wrong? Or is the auxiliary force for internal energy training not enough?"

Tongling said, "It's wrong with the support, because Chiliantang is just a fake stove, not a real stove, so the internal strength trained is flawed and not strong enough."

Zhan Zhao nodded, "What kind of oil did you burn?"

"Corpse wax, fish oil, and red refining powder." Tong Ling told Zhan Zhao without hiding anything.

Outside, Bai Yutang was a little puzzled, why did the copper bell cooperate so well with Zhan Zhao, without hiding anything?

Tianzun was also a little puzzled, and asked Yin Hou, Yin Hou took a duck tongue from the paper bag of the fourth son, and winked at Tianzun, which means-my grandson is cute!

Tianzun looked up at the sky, and the fourth son began to chew the second chicken feet.

"The temperature is not enough." Zhan Zhao understood clearly, "The red smelting powder is the kind of sand thrown out? The kind that cannot be extinguished after lighting the fire."

Tong Ling nodded, "Yes, this is the hottest thing I can find so far."

"Actually, there are some that burn hotter." Zhan Zhao said.

Tongling was stunned, a little disbelieving, "I've tried everything, and there is no hotter one."

Zhan Zhao was a little contemptuous, "Your vision is not good enough."

"What's hotter?" Tong Ling asked eagerly.

"Have you heard of Huochizi?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Tong Ling frowned slightly, "That's a kind of flint recorded in the history books. It is said that it was used to heat the medicine cauldron when the First Emperor made alchemy pills. It burned extremely hot...but I thought it was just a red-hot stone."

"That stuff exists." Zhan Zhao said, "I've seen it before, there is a man named Liang Ji in the Demon Palace, have you heard of it?"

"Ding master Liang Ji?" Tong Ling had obviously heard of it.

"That's right, Mr. Liang has been dealing with fire all his life. Some tripod medicines are made of thousand-year-old black iron, which is extremely hard. If you want to melt the thousand-year-old black iron into molten iron, ordinary fire won't work at all. You need to use a torch. He always went to Huochizi's cave to pour molten iron." Zhan Zhao saw the copper bell's eyes lit up, and said, "But your method seems to be wrong, it's like this, if you enter Huochizi's cave, be careful to be caught. Burn to death."

The people at the stairs understood that Zhan Zhao and Tong Ling had been chatting about martial arts, so the chat went smoothly.

Tong Ling is a complete martial idiot, he should be indifferent to other things, but since Zhan Zhao talks about martial arts with him, he naturally opens up.

"This..." Tong Ling also seemed to be in a dilemma, "You will only know after you try it."

"Actually, have you ever thought about learning a little extreme cold internal energy as a foundation?" Zhan Zhao asked, crossing his arms.

Tong Ling was stunned for a moment, and asked, "You mean, practice extreme cold energy first, and then practice fire skills?"

Zhan Zhao nodded, "That's right. My physique is acceptable for any kind of internal force, but my physique is still cold, that is, my hands and feet are basically cold. Bai Yutang practices extremely cold internal force, but his hands and feet are warm. He can freeze like a popsicle, but he doesn’t drop icicles everywhere to vent the chill, does he? Many people who practice dual cultivation combine yin and yang, if you focus on fire blindly, it may be counterproductive.”

Tong Ling stroked her chin and nodded, "That makes sense...why didn't I think of it."

Seeing that he was tempted, Zhan Zhao said, "Why don't we make a deal, how about it?"

Tong Ling looked up at Zhan Zhao, "What deal?"

Zhan Zhao said, "I have two chips here, how about answering two questions for me? First, I can ask Mr. Liang Ji to tell you where Huo Chizi's cave is."

Tong Ling twitched slightly between her brows, as if her heart was moving.

"The second one." Zhan Zhao continued, "I can ask Tianzun to teach you a few formulas of inner strength."

Tong Ling looked up at Zhan Zhao, "Pray for the Heavenly Lord? Can't we just go to Bai Yutang?"

"That won't work." Zhan Zhao turned his face, "Tianshan sect's martial arts are not spread to outsiders, how can Yutang do such a thing of deceiving masters and destroying ancestors, I will help you ask Tianzun, if he is willing to nod, I will teach you a few words, if he refuses to nod, it's a big deal I will ask the master with the coldest energy in the Demon Palace to teach you."

at the corner.

Bai Yutang propped his chin and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the Heavenly Venerable behind him nodded in praise—oh, Zhan Zhao is a good character.

Yin Hou curled his lips - that is.

The fourth son started to gnaw on the third chicken paw.

"What two questions do you want to ask me?" Tong Ling asked Zhan Zhao.

"First, who is the palace master of Chiliantang?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Tong Ling thought for a while and said, "What about the second one?"

"What is the ultimate purpose of you using Longfengtu Village to find turtle shells and kill people?" Zhan Zhao stretched out two fingers, "Two for two... well, if you want to know anything else, we can do it again. "

Tong Ling looked at Zhan Zhao and asked, "Do you have any other bargaining chips?"

"There is one, I don't know if you are interested." Zhan Zhao said with a smile.

Tong Ling nodded and asked Zhan Zhao to continue.

"I can make Yutang fight with you," Zhan Zhao said.

Everyone at the door was stunned, all looking at Bai Yutang.

Bai Yutang rubbed his chin—it wasn't bad, he also wanted to see how the copper bell kung fu was. He was a bit reserved when fighting Zhao Pu, but it wasn't fun. He was so addicted to martial arts all these years that he didn't even have principles anymore. , is he worth it?

At this time, the fourth son suddenly stood up and ran to the door.

All three of them looked back at him, and saw him running out of the dungeon, jumping up and down twice.

The nearby white shadow jumped down and asked him what he wanted.

The fourth son said, "Yingying, I'm so thirsty."

Bai Ying took off the water bottle that he carried with him and gave him a couple of sips. The fourth son finished drinking, thanked him, and ran back to sit down and continue to eat the chicken feet.

Tong Ling looked at Zhan Zhao for a while, then nodded, "Okay, what else do you want to know from me?"

"What are you doing in the palace pretending to be Uighur envoys?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Tong Ling nodded, "Three questions... Do you have any other bargaining chips?"

Zhan Zhao raised his face and thought seriously, "Hmm... this one."

Zhan Zhao thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked him, "Then is there anything you want?"

"I want Bai Yutang..."

Before Tongling could finish speaking, Zhan Zhao became furious and jumped up, "It's a good idea, I'll beat you up!"

Everyone at the door blinked.

Tongling looked at Zhan Zhao uncertainly for a while, and said, "I want Bai Yutang to answer a few questions for me..."

Bai Yutang looked up at the sky, this jealous cat...

Zhan Zhao scratched his head and sat down, "Oh...that's it. It's fine."

"Can you make the decision?" Tong Ling asked Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao nodded, "Yes."

"Okay, what else do you want to know?" Tong Ling asked.

"Hmm..." Zhan Zhao felt that if he continued to ask, he would have solved the case, so he replied, "Where is Chilian Hall?"

Tong Ling thought for a while, then nodded, "Okay, four questions, I will answer you one by one."

Zhan Zhao rested his chin and began to listen, and the people at the door also listened with pricked ears.

Yinhou poked Tianzun, and when Tianzun turned his head, he saw a large group of people gathered around the door at some point, it was Zhao Pu and the others, even Lord Bao came.

It turned out that Bai Ying saw Tianzun and the others eavesdropping outside the dungeon when he was drinking water for the fourth son, so he went to report a letter, no, a lot of people surrounded him.

The little four chickens finished nibbling their paws, wiped their mouths, and started nibbling on the duck's tongue.

Xiao Liang jumped down, sat next to Xiaosizi and peeled oranges for him, and Xiaosizi stuffed a duck's neck into his mouth.

Tongling answered Zhan Zhao's questions one by one.

"The real name of the master of Chilian Hall is Chen Xiu." Tong Ling said, "He is a descendant of Chen Mao."

Everyone at the door raised their eyebrows—oh? !That's right!

"Second question, why do we do so many things?" Tong Ling seemed to organize his words, and said, "Chen Xiu has been cultivating the power of fire for so many years. He is looking for the turtle shell to find the Golden City and kill those people." It's for revenge."

Zhan Zhao frowned, a little puzzled, "The Chen family's hatred is so profound, is it passed down from generation to generation?"

Tong Ling asked Zhan Zhao, "What do you know so far?"

Zhan Zhao talked about the grievances between Dong Qi and Chen Mao.

Tong Ling shook her head, "What I know seems to be different from what you know."

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows - he would like to hear the details.

"In fact, although Dong Qi and Chen Mao were in the next door village, they were brothers who worshiped the master. They both made their fortunes by robbing tombs together. The brothers of Chen Village and Dong Village were friends in need, and they were like brothers."

Zhan Zhao was taken aback, could it be that Dong Qi deceived future generations?Or did Chen Mao deceive his descendants?

Zhan Zhao didn't interrupt, and continued to listen.

Tong Ling continued, "When Chen Mao and Dong Qi went to find the ancient golden city, apart from hunting for treasure, the most important thing was to find the underground purgatory of the ancient golden city."

Zhan Zhao was taken aback, "You mean Purgatory is just under the ancient golden city?"

"Yes." Tongling nodded, "Dongjia Village and Chenjia Village were not poor back then. The two villages were located at the junction of the Northwest and the Central Plains. Business was very easy, and the people in the villages were very rich. Dong Qi and Chen Mao are very ambitious. They plan to learn their own skills and accumulate more wealth. They will build an ancient castle of their own outside the western region. There is a famous sect in the city. On the one hand, they rob tombs to steal money, on the other hand , to find clues to Purgatory."

Zhan Zhao nodded. It makes sense to say that, Dongjiacun and Chenjiacun are indeed located in excellent locations, and the possibility of poverty in that location is very low.

"They actually learned the inner power of fire before, and their kung fu is good, but they can't reach the highest level without purgatory. This red refining powder was actually developed by the two of them together. The fire dragon and fire phoenix are indeed totems in the ancient golden city. , Chen Xiu also said that."

Everyone at the door listened with bated breath—it turned out to be the case.

"They finally found the whereabouts of the ancient golden city." Tongling continued, "But when they got inside the ancient city, they found that the ancient city had been destroyed. There were countless gold, silver, treasures and precious jade objects on it, but the entrance to the purgatory below the ancient city was sealed."

"Sealed?" Zhan Zhao thought for a while, could it be that Persian in the legend did it?

"At that time, there was a stone tablet at the gate of Purgatory, on which was written a passage in Western Region characters, meaning that this gate cannot be opened, once the gate of purgatory is opened, the fire of purgatory will rush out, and the fire of purgatory can burn everything! I can't bear it." Tong Ling said, "Among so many people at that time, only Dong Qi could understand the characters of the Western Regions, but he told Chen Mao and those brothers that this door could be opened."

Zhan Zhao frowned, thought for a while, "He wants to use Chen Mao to test the fire?"

Tong Ling nodded, "Chen Mao's kung fu is about the same as Dong Qi's. Both of them are not sure whether they can practice magical skills in the fire of hell, or they may be burned to death directly. Therefore, Dong Qi wants to use Chen Mao to test the fire. In addition, he I also want to swallow the treasure above."

Zhan Zhao was a little dissatisfied - if it was true, then Dong Qi was too despicable, he killed his brother and went home to slander his character with his descendants, no wonder the Chen family's hatred is so deep.

"Afterwards, Dong Qi suddenly said that he heard something, took his brothers up to have a look, asked Chen Mao to open the door, and told him that he should be fine, as it was written on the stone tablet that he had to go through several floors behind the door to reach Purgatory." Copper Bell Sighed, "Chen Mao does not doubt that there is him. After Dong Qi and others went up, he just opened the stone door, and a blue fire rushed out. When Chen Mao and others wanted to run, Dong Qi saw it clearly from above and felt The fire of hell is simply unbearable for human beings, so he lowered the thousand-jin gate. Chen Mao watched helplessly as his brothers in Chenjia Village were swallowed by the fire of purgatory and turned into ashes, and he was also burned, but at the same time... his inner strength It’s also progressing by leaps and bounds.”

Zhan Zhao was a little speechless—it's really cruel that this practice has been done like this.

"Dong Qi and others went to the ancient city to transport the treasure first. In the pile of treasures, he found a piece of tortoise shell with a route map to the ancient golden city." Tongling continued, "But when they transported the treasure, Suddenly, the entire golden ancient city began to collapse. It turns out that the ancient city was tampered with and arranged traps. Once the gate of purgatory is opened, the entire ancient city will collapse and sink into the ground, becoming another complete purgatory." Tong Ling said, " Dong Qi ran out with a few of his subordinates, divided up their belongings, and went away with a piece of tortoise shell to live a happy life."

Zhan Zhao frowned, "Don't look for Purgatory anymore? Is this the end?"

"Dong Qi may love money more than martial arts." Tong Ling shrugged indifferently, "Everyone has his own ambition."

"But Chen Mao is not dead?" Zhan Zhao asked?

Tong Ling nodded, "Actually, Dong Qi's subsequent behavior can be seen that he is very scared. It is suspected that after Chen Mao's internal strength surged in Purgatory, the few words he shouted would kill him and make his descendants die. The curse of chasing and killing them, because the internal force is too strong, was heard by Dong Qi."

Zhan Zhao rubbed his chin, thinking it was reasonable.

"Chen Mao didn't die later, he crawled out, but it was a long time later, like a ghost." Tong Ling said, "His internal energy is too weak to withstand the surge of internal energy brought by the fire of purgatory, and his body was severely damaged , when he returned home, Dong Qi and the others had run away without a trace, so he passed on his hatred to future generations and passed away early."

Zhan Zhao nodded, it seems that this story is more logical, at least he can understand why Chen Mao hated those people so much.

"Chen Mao died too early. His son has searched many times, but he has never found the location of the ancient golden city. Later, his son disappeared in the desert. Chen Xiu is Chen Mao's grandson, and he is also a martial idiot. According to his childhood Dad's description copied Purgatory and built the Red Refining Hall." Tong Ling said, "The Chen family has been seeking revenge and finding the whereabouts of the turtle shell for generations. The reason and purpose of your question is basically like this."

Zhan Zhao was very satisfied and explained it in great detail.

"I've explained it in detail, can you let me ask another question?" Tong Ling was pretty good at settling accounts.

Zhan Zhao amused him, nodded, "Okay, I'll ask later."

Tong Ling nodded, and continued, "The third question, we entered the palace because someone found a piece of tortoise shell inside the palace."

Zhan Zhao was surprised, "Who found it?"

Tong Ling seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Is this another question?"

"Oh, don't be so stingy." Zhan Zhao poured him a glass of wine, "I have invited you to drink and eat!"

Tong Ling nodded, but she was easy to talk to, "I don't know exactly who it is, but it should be someone who can manage things, maybe a eunuch, or an official. This person is quite mysterious, and Chen Xiu doesn't answer everything he says to me." Said, I basically don’t care about these things, he told me to do things and I will do things, as long as he can let me practice.”

Everyone at the door frowned—there were also traitors!

Bao Zheng thought for a while, indeed, Xiao Dongzi entered the palace when he said he would enter the palace, and left the palace when he said he would change shifts. It can be seen that there is a dispatcher in the palace, who is a spy of Chiliantang... Could it be that there is also a man on his arm? A phoenix tattoo?Or a dragon?

"Where is the turtle shell?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Tong Ling looked at Zhan Zhao, "You're a bit pushy."

Zhan Zhao knocked on the jug, "How about I give you a jug every day?"

Tongling thought for a while, and said, "I don't know where the turtle shell is. I only know that it is in a place that is very difficult to steal. It needs to be stolen in the palace! Someone will tell me exactly where it is during the banquet."

At the door, Mr. Bao touched his chin, it seems that it is necessary to go into the palace to investigate this person.

"The fourth question." Tong Ling asked, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Zhan Zhao took out a pen and paper and gave it to him.

Tongling drew a topographic map, "The underground palace of Chiliantang is here."

Zhan Zhao looked at it and saw that the drawing was very clear, so he put it away and asked the copper bell, "By the way, you want to ask Bai Yutang a question, right? I'll call him for you."

"Don't worry about it, I'll just ask when he competes with me." Tong Ling said, and asked Zhan Zhao, "I have a question for you."

Zhan Zhao stood up and beat his leg. It seemed that his legs were numb after sitting for a long time, so he said bluntly, "Ask."

Tong Ling looked at Zhan Zhao for a long time, "Will you stay with Bai Yutang for the rest of your life?"

Zhan Zhao was taken aback.

At the door, Bai Yutang was almost stuck by the duck's tongue stuffed into his mouth by the fourth son, and the others also looked at each other—what's the situation?

Zhan Zhao scratched his head, "Why are you asking? Aren't you a martial idiot? This has nothing to do with martial arts, right?"

Tong Ling shook his head, "He treats you very well, he seems to like you."

Zhan Zhao scratched his chin, slightly embarrassed, "Of course I will always be with that mouse."

At the door, Bai Yutang's ears were blushing, the fourth son held his face in his hands, and the rest of them raised their faces and looked up at the sky - oops, it seems that they heard something they shouldn't have heard.

"Do you like him too?" Tong Ling asked, "You're quite interesting, and you're good at kung fu. No wonder he likes you."

Zhan Zhao smiled and nodded at him, trying to hide his embarrassment as loudly as possible, "He's also interesting, he's good at kung fu, and the uncle likes him too, aha."

Tongling looked at Zhan Zhao for a long time, nodded, and then said to herself, "I always thought he would be matched with a very serious and cool one, but I didn't expect to be matched with such a bad one..."

"Pfft..." At the door, Bai Yutang, who was drinking water to cool his hot face, spouted out a mouthful of tea.

Everyone subconsciously made an action - covering their mouths.

Zhan Zhao came out of the cell with a depressed expression on his face. Just imagine, the eavesdropping mouse must be in a panic right now.

But the guard Zhan had just turned a corner and was about to go upstairs, when he looked up, his expression froze...

I saw the upstairs, that is, the entrance of the dungeon near the corner, crowded with people, all kinds of people... Bai Yutang sat in the corner, holding back a smile and enduring it quite hard.

Zhan Zhao watched the crowd for a long time, then retreated, and then heard Zhan's guard kicking the prison door, "I don't care about the one whose surname is Tong, you pay me ten more problems!"

Bai Yutang silently supported his forehead.

The fourth son gnawed all the chicken feet, duck necks and chicken wings, stood up and stretched, "Sleep."