The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

As Naluo talked endlessly like a gurgling stream, Matthew's footsteps never stopped. He moved forward and finally came to a barren ruins.

This ruin is like a dying old man, showing vicissitudes and dilapidation under the erosion of time. Broken walls and ruins are crisscrossed, and rubble is scattered everywhere. There is also an old and decayed atmosphere, which seems to be telling silently. Reflecting on the changes and decay of the past.

"Master, this is where the old master sat and passed away. Can you see if he can recover?" Naluo's small figure stood on Matthew's broad shoulders, his eyes full of complex emotions, including nostalgia and regret. Its soft words are particularly clear in this silent ruins, as if it is afraid of disturbing the tranquility of this sleeping place.

Matthew frowned slightly, his eyes slowly swept over the messy place, and he thought to himself.

The situation here was far worse than he had imagined. It was undoubtedly a fantasy to completely restore it to its original appearance.

"It is impossible to completely restore the original appearance. We can only clean up the ruins first."

Matthew sighed helplessly, his voice low and calm, with a hint of regret and relief.

After Matthew finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand, reached into his arms and took out an empty storage bag.

The storage bag looks unremarkable and made of ordinary material.

He opened the bag gently, and in an instant, a dazzling white glow spurted out from the storage bag like a spiritual snake.

The rays of light were as white as snow, but also revealed a strange warmth and softness. Wherever it passed, the gravel on the ground seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force. They separated from the ground one after another, slowly rose up, and then quickly It was put into the storage bag.

As the gravel was continuously absorbed, the storage bag trembled slightly.

In a moment, all the messy gravel on the ground had been put into the storage bag. The ruins suddenly seemed much emptyer, with only some scattered debris still left in place, making it look particularly lonely.

When Naluo saw this, he rolled his eyes quickly and without saying a word, he immediately took action and started sorting out the remaining things.

Its small figure shuttled freely among the ruins, moving quickly and carefully, not sparing any corner.

"The remains of the old master are gone, there are only some broken books."

After a while, after searching carefully in the ruins, Na Luo raised his head, turned to look at Matthew, and said with a hint of loneliness and helplessness in his eyes.

In fact, even if Na Luo didn't say it, Matthew himself could see it clearly.

Among the ruins in front of me, apart from the broken stones, there are indeed only a few remains of books left.

They are torn or burnt, the pages are yellowed and smell of old age.

Matthew nodded slightly, responding to Na Luo's words.

Then, he slowly stretched out his hand, and with a slight move, a gentle force instantly surged out of his palm. As if being summoned, the broken books lifted off the ground and slowly flew into Matthew's hand.

Matthew gently brushed off the dust on the book cover and opened a book at random. His eyes were attracted by the words on it and he began to read it seriously.

The booklet in his hand records some of the unique experiences of the old master Naluo in the Mangcang Pavilion. It can be regarded as a miscellany.

Matthew's reading speed is not really fast, for no other reason than that the characters used by the old master Naluo are all ancient spiritual scripts.

This ancient writing was not easy for Matthew.

Every time he encounters a passage of text, he needs to carefully translate it word for word in his mind, and then consider and think about it over and over again before he can truly understand the profound meaning contained in it.

While Matthew was immersed in the world of books, Naluo beside him seemed a little bored.

It sometimes wandered around for a few steps, and sometimes went to the other side to look at it curiously, like a bird trapped in a cage, eager to find some interesting things to pass the time.

Not long after, just as Matthew was immersed in his book and concentrating, suddenly, a strange sound came into his ears without warning.

This sudden sound instantly broke the original tranquility in the room and jerked Matthew out of his thoughts in the sea of ​​books.

He was startled and quickly looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Wherever he looked, he saw Na Luo Zheng standing in front of a dark hole with a blank look on his face.

Obviously, the strange sound just now came from here.

At this time, Naluo didn't seem to have fully come back to his senses. It wasn't until he felt Matthew's doubtful gaze that he turned around as if he was waking up from a dream.

When their eyes met, there was a trace of embarrassment on Naluo's face, and then he stammered and explained to Matthew: "I...I really didn't mean it, the old master actually left such a secret pavilion here, I just discovered its existence by accident.”

After listening to Na Luo's explanation, Matthew nodded thoughtfully, with a look of understanding on his face, indicating that he already knew that Na Luo did not intend to open this mysterious secret cabinet.

He knew that such an accident was inevitable, so he did not blame Naluo at all for this matter.

However, at this moment, a burning fire of curiosity suddenly ignited in Matthew's heart.

This secret hidden in the dark seemed to have an irresistible magic, attracting him to unveil its mystery and explore what was hidden in it.

He would never rest. Why would the old master Na Luo come up with such a thing here for no reason?

Perhaps there was a secret hidden underneath that even Na Luo didn't know.

Matthew put the book in his hand into the storage bag, and then walked straight in the direction of Na Luo.

When he came to Na Luo's side, his eyes were immediately attracted by the dark hole in front of him.

The hole was like a bottomless big mouth, quietly waiting for someone to dare to break into its territory.

Matthew stared at the dark and deep hole on the ground, turned his head to look at Na Luo beside him, and said calmly: "Go down and take a look."

As soon as the voice fell, he stretched out his right index finger and flicked it lightly. A dazzling white light ball instantly shot out from the fingertips, and flew straight into the dark hole like lightning.

In an instant, the entire cave was illuminated by the white light as if it were daytime, and the originally dark and gloomy environment suddenly became clear.

Matthew carefully observed the situation in the cave, and after seeing the situation clearly, he picked up Na Luo and jumped into the cave below.