Luo Yan Hu does not return

The opponent who thought that he could be dealt with three times, five times and two times, forced Feng Liyuan to advance and retreat at times, unable to escape for a long time.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Feng Liyuan couldn't help sighing: "It's just a few pieces of wood that are so hard to wrap around that they can't be finished, or... ask Senior Xuanhu to come down to help? If you give up halfway, If you provoke seniors to dislike and alienate you, and ask for advice, you will be even more ashamed to speak up..."

Feng Liyuan gritted his teeth, drew his sword again and slashed, shuttled back and forth several times, persisted for a full stick of incense, and finally felt a little change in the formation: "It turns out that these wooden figures will change back to the ground every half a moment. , Rotate the formation, if there are some students left, maybe I can break through in time, but my feet are too slow, I really can't keep up with them... Why don't we just find a fire?"

Thinking of this, Feng Liyuan raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, thinking: "Senior Xuanhu has rescued me many times, if this place is destroyed, Mr. Sumen will come back from a fugue in the future and ask him to be held accountable, wouldn't it be revenge? It is absolutely impossible..."

Feng Liyuan's limbs were weak, so he had to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes to rest his mind, stroked his mind, and stood up after half a stick of incense.

"Anyway, these logs can't hurt anyone, so there's no need to look forward and backward. If it doesn't work, the hero of Flowing Water will accompany you for a while. If it doesn't work, the worst thing is to go back the same way...Look at the sword——"

After yelling, Feng Liyuan came out with a straight sword, only wanting to be quick and fast, he slashed and fought indiscriminately, but couldn't find any well-organized moves, and forgot to look for the "Shengmen" that he had guessed before.

By mistake, Feng Liyuan finally gathered his momentum, forcibly broke through an exit, and got into a narrow hole.The wooden man came menacingly, but he was too tall to accommodate him, so he finally gave Feng Liyuan room to escape.

He crawled for dozens of feet in the cave, and then entered an open area, where a few bones were scattered, and Feng Liyuan was terrified and trembling when he saw it: "This place...could there be some monsters hiding there?"

However, looking around for a week, except for a few potholes of unknown purpose left on the wall, there is no abnormality at all. Feng Liyuan didn't dare to stay for too long, took a step forward, and was poked by something on his feet, and lowered his head , carefully inspect the ground.

Finger-wide hidden stakes spread all over the feet, and Feng Liyuan's chest jumped, "Could it be...that this place is for me to step on these cramped things and avoid the hidden arrows shot from those holes?"

Several yellow lights in the cave were reflected on the white bones, flickering and flickering, looking more and more frightening, Feng Liyuan took a deep breath, pulled a piece of cloth from the bottom of his jacket, covered his eyes, drew his sword above his head, and Push hard.

Feng Liyuan danced Chengying like a wind. He had consumed too much before, and he was exhausted halfway through the run. When his sword momentum slowed down a little, he felt quiet in his ears. He didn't shoot all the arrows as he expected. "What the hell... is this all about?"

When he removed the cloth that covered his eyes, there was a stone door in front of him, with several shuttle-shaped tenons protruding from the center, which seemed to be engaged with the mechanism for unlocking the lock.

Feng Liyuan didn't know anything about it, so he simply broke the jar and threw it hard, without being hindered by the slightest, he pushed open the stone door with ease, "Why is this—" before he could think about it, the astonishing spectacle behind the door suddenly appeared, instantly Pushed away his thoughts.

There are clusters of sky pillars growing upside down on the top of the zenith, oozing with fluorescent light, illuminating a corner of the cliff at one step, looking back from the other side of the cliff, the distance is unpredictable, and there is no way to see it.

Feng Liyuan walked to the edge of the cliff, saw that the depth of the abyss was unfathomable, walked a little further towards the cliff, looked up at the cliff on the other side, the fluorite on the zenith was even brighter, and suddenly murmured: "There, it seems that there are words carved... ..."

It turns out that only by aligning with the direction can one follow the fluorescent light and see the engraving on the opposite cliff.

Feng Liyuan squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice: "The highest kindness is like water, nourishing all things without fighting, dealing with all evil without being special, only by choosing the deep and looking at it, can you get a glimpse of its darkness. Huzi once said, Judgment is called the abyss, the judgment of still water is called the abyss, the judgment of flowing water is called the abyss (note)..."

A few lines in a row, nothing more than clarifying the origin of the word "Shen Yuan", Feng Liyuan thought: "Could it be... this is the source of Shen Yuan's swordsmanship? Are those Xuanmen Daomen?"

Seeing that the key point that had been stagnant for a long time was about to be broken, a groove suddenly crossed, and the text was hollowed out, leaving only a slap in the face: "The cock-crowding dog thief, dare to abandon my Taoist avenue, talk nonsense and find another way, it is really stupid. Digging a grave—"

After a glance, Feng Liyuan felt a heavy punch in the chest, and couldn't help cursing: "Which grandson did this? When I meet Lao Tzu, I will definitely eat him alive!"

After grinding for a whole night, even though I didn't get into the country, I can still figure out the cause and effect, "It seems that it was unimpeded before, but it was ruined by this guy... The senior left the opportunity to inherit the unique knowledge with good intentions, but this guy... ...Hey, what's the use of thinking about it? You have to hurry up and get out and explain it to seniors earlier..."

Putting aside all kinds of doubts, Feng Liyuan ran quickly, avoiding the stone slabs he bumped into earlier, being cautious, and did not activate the mechanism, and returned to the place not long after.

The secret door of the zenith was wide open, and the sunlight poured in. Feng Liyuan leaned out and looked around for a long time, but he still couldn't find the figure of the jade hanging pot.

For a moment, Feng Liyuan felt an unbearable emptiness between his chest and abdomen, his legs were weak, and he leaned against the side stone tablet, just halfway through when he touched something soft by his hand, his hand twitched in shock, and he turned around It looked like it was the luggage that had been left in the wooden house before.

When he reached out to take it, he realized that the package was quite heavy. When he opened it, there was an extra large pancake and a pack of dried meat, "Senior is too considerate, it seems... even if he is a cow and a horse , is more comfortable than following Big Brother Shi and the others..." A few words of gratitude were gradually drowned out by the sound of swallowing and chewing.

After eating enough, Feng Liyuan slightly raised his head and looked into the distance. Although his stomach was solid, his heart was empty and inexplicable, and he muttered to himself: "Senior even delivered the package, he must have left me and walked away, Brother Chilong There is no news... What should I do from now on? Could it be that I really went to Guangzhou to find Ah-Heng?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the branches and leaves above his head seemed to be shaking, Feng Liyuan raised his neck, saw the jade hanging pot falling in the air, his tiredness was swept away, and his movements of getting up were very crisp, "This junior is incompetent, I kept you waiting for a long time."

This time, Feng Liyuan just bowed slightly, fearing that there would be a little bit of annoying etiquette.

Yuxuanhu didn't make a sound for a while, Feng Liyuan couldn't bear the remorse in his heart, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Last night's chance—" Yuxuanhu waved his hand, and interjected: "I'll talk about it later."

For some reason, his voice is more vicissitudes than before, and it sounds very bitter. Even if Feng Liyuan has a bone in his throat, he can only swallow at this moment.

The breeze carried the petals, flying and scattered, the two walked in the forest, without talking for a long time, just as Feng Liyuan couldn't hold back, Yuxuanhu spoke first: "Speaking of last night... where did you go?"

Feng Liyuan scratched his head, and said falteringly: "The junior's martial arts are mediocre, and his brain is not good enough. In fact, he just passed a pile of logs, and the rest—"

"leftover?"

"The rest... teach a... expert to break it for me."

"Senior?"

"Where we went last night, there was nothing but broken formations. This junior can conclude that an expert broke in first and deliberately destroyed the secret realm. Most likely, he had a grudge with the Feng family and wanted to stop the inheritance of Shenyuan's swordsmanship."

Jade Xuanhu thought for a moment, and asked, "So you haven't mastered either of flowing water and still water?"

"I have failed my husband's high expectations, this junior is really ashamed——"

"That man is superb, it's not your fault."

"Sir, do you already know who that person is?"

Yuxuanhu swallowed, his voice much thicker, "Five buckets of rice, Li Jiubai."

"This... is absolutely impossible. I had fought against him at the White Horse Temple in Luoyang before, and it was no match. How could it be—"

"At that time, Li Jiubai was trapped in the mountains for a long time, and his skill was not at its peak. He fought against the master several times, and the outcome was always difficult to distinguish. It is by no means invincible to you and me right now."

"Mr. Lian... can't do anything to that guy?"

"This old man is not good at juggling. In a real fight, I'm afraid even you won't be able to deal with him. How can he defeat that powerful monster?"

When Feng Liyuan heard the word "Yao Dao", he suddenly felt that the jade hanging pot was much more friendly, and hurriedly asked: "Are there any helpers around...?"

"This old man can't even feed the Lord in his mouth. If you invite me to be a helper, wouldn't you be shooting yourself in the foot?"

"Mr. Jiao made fun of it, but right now, this junior... really has nowhere to go, on his body—" Just as he was speaking, Feng Liyuan suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly took off the package on his back.

"Boy, what are you?" Feng Liyuan blushed anxiously, threw all the things in the package aside, and shook the package for a long time. Seeing this, Yuxuanhu took out a kit from his waist, "What do you want?" What did you find... but five 'Daquan Dangqian'?"

Feng Liyuan snatched the kit, opened it for a look, and then felt relieved, heaved a long sigh of relief, and heard the jade hanging pot tremble: "These copper coins are rusted like this, and they are not in the shape of circulation in recent years. , why do you still keep it?"

Feng Liyuan seemed to have acquired some rare treasures. He picked them out one by one, looked at them again and again, and then said after a long while: "The junior has a younger brother who watched him grow up. He left too early, and the only thing left to me is... There are only five coppers left."

"If that person is still alive, are you willing to guard him and never leave him forever?"

The corners of Feng Liyuan's eyes wet, and he choked up and said, "Even if it takes my life...for Ah Xuan to live, I'm willing, but the deceased is already gone, so what's the use of talking nonsense?"

Yuxuanhu turned his head and shook his shoulders a few times. Feng Liyuan saw it, worried that he had lost his sense of proportion again, and hurried forward to hold Yuxuanhu's arm, "Mr. Add to that..." Feng Liyuan wanted to say more, but Yuxuanhu suddenly coughed continuously.

"Sir, are you all right?"

"Cough, cough, the old man is in his prime, why is he 'already old'?"

Feng Liyuan looked at the withered neck of the jade hanging pot, and the gray hair on the temples, and said in surprise: "But—"

"It's a terrible thing... don't mention it, didn't you say earlier that you wanted to help me, since Li Jiubai's whereabouts are unknown, and you still have that weird Buddhist scripture in your hand, why don't we—"

When Yuxuanhu said this, seeing Feng Liyuan's complexion changed, he fell silent for a moment.

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Note: Quoted from "Zhuangzi Nei Pian Ying Di Wang"