Wait a minute, heroine

Plop——

Shashasha~~

The soft sound of falling to the ground echoed in the empty room, followed by yellow sand falling like an hourglass.

The weak light above was quickly obscured by the sand, and the surrounding area turned into extremely dark, leaving only a slight sound.

Ye Jingtang turned around in the air and landed on his feet. Before he could stand firm, a ball of soft fat hit his arms, pressing him to the ground, followed by sand from the pavement.

Fearing that he would be buried alive by the sand, Ye Jingtang immediately rolled the person in his arms sideways several times until no more sand fell on him, then he stopped and looked up and could no longer see anything.

"Ahem... This is really a roof. How can there be such a big house..."

A soft whisper came to my ears, as well as a few slightly painful coughs.

Ye Jingtang knew that Fan Qinghe had suffered internal injuries, and was caught off guard to prevent him from falling. He hurriedly gathered his energy to react, thinking that he might have lost his breath, so he raised his hand and touched it.

The place you touch is hot and soft, with a little sweat...

?

Because he couldn't tell where it was at the first time, he touched it left and right. As a result, the people around him shrank their chests as if they were electrocuted, and then came the slightly embarrassed words:

"what you do?"

"Oh, I'm sorry...I helped you, are you okay?"

"I'm fine..."

Fan Qinghe sat up from Ye Jingtang's arms, straightened his clothes a little, touched the back of his waist, and took out a special fire folding bag.

Da~

呲呲呲～

After the fire folder is opened, it ignites on its own, emitting a pine scent and bright yellow light, illuminating every corner of the area.

Ye Jingtang stood up and patted the sand, looked around, and saw that the two of them were inside a huge palace. There were more than a dozen giant dragon-coiling pillars in the hall that were as thick as a three-person hug. Because of the dry climate, they still supported the dome after thousands of years.

The dome is a complicated wooden frame, and some parts have been damaged. It looks shaky. Sand is still leaking from the place where the two fell just now.

"So impressive. Is this the royal palace of the Liang Dynasty?"

"It doesn't look like that."

Fan Qinghe took the fire folding piece and walked across the dusty ground to the front of the hall. It could be seen that there was a beautiful stone base with various patterns of pure gold on the surface. The lights flashed out when illuminated. The shining color, even if the base is covered with dust, can still imagine the grandeur of the year.

"This should be the ancestral temple, a place where sacrifices were made to the heaven and earth in ancient times. No wonder it's so big..."

Fan Qinghe walked up to him, touched the gold ornaments with his hands, and then looked carefully along the carvings.

Night Terror Hall could hear the howling of sandstorms through the dome above. Now that there was no place to hide, Fan Qinghe and Fan Qinghe began to inspect the ruins.

Fan Qinghe knew the history of the Northwest Royal Court very well, and told Ye Jing Tang various legends from ancient times while walking.

The main hall of the ancestral temple is large in scale and is constructed entirely of bricks and stones. Although some sand leaked in through the passages inside the building, it is still possible to walk normally.

Ye Jingtang went around to the back of the base and could vaguely see some utensils on the ground. He even found some jade slips scattered on the ground. The handwriting could be clearly identified, and they all recorded things related to the Five Elements Alchemy.

Fan Qinghe picked up the jade slip, and after a brief identification, he held it in his arms as if he had found a treasure, and continued walking deeper:

"These are prescriptions from ancient times that have been lost long ago. It seems that the situation here is that the earth dragon turned over, and the people in the ancestral temple fled in a hurry, and then never came back... This place is similar to the ancestral temple in Dongming Mountain, that is Bigger, the place in front should be where the Great Zhu Zong lives, go over and have a look."

Ye Jingtang followed and walked forward. When he was about to leave the main hall, he found that the outside of the exit was full of yellow sand. He found a place with shallower sand in the corridor. He stabbed the top with the roaring dragon gun and stirred it for a few times. Then he took out the A big hole.

Huhuhu~~

The sky was full of wind and sand outside, and it was daytime in the depths, but it seemed like it was night.

Ye Jingtang pulled Fan Qinghe and jumped out of the hole. Following the direction Fan Qinghe judged, he walked more than a hundred meters ahead against the wind and sand, and came to a small sand dune.

Fan Qinghe took the dragon-screaming gun and wanted to stab it down with a Luoyang shovel. Seeing this, Ye Jingtang quickly raised his hand:

"It won't collapse this time, right?"

"probably not."

Fan Qinghe pierced the spear into the sand, inserted it about four or five feet, and then touched a hard object.

This time she did not use force to create a miracle. Instead, she followed the test and found the place closest to the ground. She used her spear to sweep away the sand and exposed the roof ridge.

Ye Jingtang squatted down and broke through the roof, and fell into the large building with Fan Qinghe. It could be seen that there was a copper astronomical instrument in the middle of the room. The brass texture had completely turned black. There was a staircase going down on the side, but it was early. It collapsed.

"This is the star observatory. Zhu Zong, who presides over sacrifices, usually lives here. Go down and have a look..."

Fan Qinghe seemed to be very interested in digging for treasure. After a quick glance, he jumped down the stairs into the large room below.

What was unexpected was that the room below was very clean. The stairs collapsed but there were no traces of broken wood. It seemed that someone had specially cleaned them.

Ye Jingtang looked back and forth by the light of Huozhezi:

"Has anyone touched this place?"

Fan Qinghe originally thought this was the case, but after checking around, he felt something was not right.

She walked to the stone wall with the fire certificate and squatted down to look at it. She could see several wine jars placed by the wall.

The wine jar is made of commercially available wine. The jar is painted with red paint and is very well made. Some of the jars still have the restaurant's name on them.

Fan Qinghe picked up the wine jar and looked at it, frowning and saying:

"There's something wrong with these wine jars."

Ye Jingtang squatted beside him and looked carefully:

"What's wrong?"

Fan Qinghe pointed to several wine jars neatly placed beside the wall:

"After the fall of the Wu Dynasty, the world experienced a hundred years of chaos and was once again divided into three parts. The name of the Southern Dynasty was initially called 'Qi', after the destruction of Qi it was called Yan, and after the destruction of Yan it was called Wei.

"This wine jar is the style of the Daqi Cai Kiln, which should be dated to the late Daqi Dynasty; and this one is from Jiangzhou Porcelain during the heyday of the Great Yan Dynasty, which was popular in the south about two hundred years ago; and the last of these relatively new ones, the age at most is not More than a hundred years. Not surprisingly, three waves of people have been to this place, and the time interval is no less than a hundred years, but they all brought several jars of good wine with them when they came..."

Ye Jingtang nodded thoughtfully, thought for a while and said:

"Are you here to pay homage to your ancestors?"

Fan Qinghe thought it was possible, so he got up and searched along the wall.

As a result, no statue tablet was found. Instead, some carvings were found on the stone wall to the west.

The carvings do not belong to words or pictures, they are as irregular as a child drawing talismans.

Fan Qinghe came closer and took a closer look. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed that Ye Jingtang's eyes were fixed next to him. She walked closer and said doubtfully:

"What is this?"

"I don't know, but it's special."

Ye Jingtang took the fire folder and examined it carefully. He felt that the scratches on the wall were like silver hooks on the iron paintings. Although they did not have any literal meaning, they exuded a sharp-edged momentum. Seeing the details, there was something unbelievable. The feeling of looking directly.

Ye Jingtang thought carefully for a moment, then handed the fire certificate back to Fan Qinghe, and asked him to take a few steps back and hold the handle of the knife with his right hand.

Choking——

In a flash of light, the three-foot sharp blade was unsheathed.

Fan Qinghe watched from the sidelines and saw Ye Jingtang standing straight, with the Chilong knife touching the scratches. He closed his eyes and his whole body fell into stagnation.

Fan Qinghe was a little confused, but didn't bother him.

But after waiting for half a quarter of an hour, I suddenly found that the flow of Qi and blood in Ye Jingtang began to accelerate obviously, the skin turned red, there was a feeling of heat in the air, and white mist even rose faintly above the head, giving the appearance of being possessed.

Fan Qinghe was shocked and said quickly:

"What are you doing?"

Ye Jingtang just realized how deep the martial arts knowledge of this scratch was, but it was not a secret book of moves, so he couldn't understand its meaning at all.

What he is currently doing is nothing more than immersing himself wholeheartedly, relying on inhuman understanding, exhausting trial and error, calculating all the possible situations that caused this scratch, and thus deducing what the scratch represents.

Abnormalities in the body are not caused by madness, but by overheating due to overloading and trial and error for a long time.

Because he was fully immersed in it, Ye Jingtang naturally didn't pay attention to Fan Qinghe's words. He held the knife with one hand and pointed it at the scratch. He just went through all the energy directions that might cause such a scratch in his mind, and then found it. Find the optimal solution.

At this stop, he stood for nearly two quarters of an hour. Fan Qinghe was so frightened that he did not dare to come out, until the end...

Ding~~

In the silent stone room, there was suddenly an ethereal soft sound, like a wind chime being struck.

Fan Qinghe didn't see Ye Jingtang make any move. He only noticed that the Chilong Saber in his right hand suddenly began to tremble violently, and then he moved it along the scratches.

The tremor seemed natural, but the tip of the knife pointed at the wall trembled across the weird scratches on the wall, following the traces up and down, deepening the original scratches a little, but not going beyond the edge. Every penny!

When Fan Qinghe saw this scene, his eyes showed a bit of shock. After the trembling of the blade stopped, he asked again:

"What are you doing?"

Ye Jingtang opened his eyes and looked at the same scratches on the wall. A small sense of "nothing more than that" flashed in his eyes, and he tilted his head and said:

"This is an insight left casually by an expert. Ordinary people cannot understand it at all. Fortunately, I am not an ordinary person. I am good at exhaustive research. I just spent a lot of effort to study out the meaning."

Fan Qinghe knew that this was the residence of the Grand Master of the Liang Dynasty, and it was not unusual to have something special. However, it took Ye Jingtang two-quarters of an hour to dig through these traces that looked like ghostly drawings. It was a bit too bizarre.

Why didn't she see anything special? Isn't she stupid?

Fan Qinghe was dubious, came to look at it carefully, and asked:

"What is this record about?"

Ye Jingtang raised his long knife and touched the mark:

"It's the 'enlightenment' that came from my feelings at that time, or it can be said that I recall the path I have taken since practicing martial arts - first focusing on the shape of the weapon, then focusing on the techniques, and then deepening the artistic conception, until one day I enlightened the Tao and penetrated the mysteries with one sword. Every carving mark Each section is the path that martial arts has taken, and every turn is the setback experienced in the past.

"The old sword master Sun Wuji has reached the realm of 'one sword can penetrate the mysteries', but the old sword master cannot directly express his feelings to outsiders.

"This senior can carve 'artistic conception' directly on the wall, and his martial arts attainments are far beyond that. I estimate that this was left by a hidden giant in the past. He may have already gone on a dragon like the founding emperor of Wu. ”

Fan Qinghe was confused after hearing this, thought for a while and asked:

"Have you learned it?"

"This is a reflection, just like reading the doctrines left by saints. If you remember, you will gain something. If you understand it, you may have an epiphany, but to become a saint, you still have to understand it yourself."

Ye Jingtang glanced at the scratches on the wall and pointed the knife behind the scratches:

"My state was here just now. Now I have some enlightenment and learned something new. I have moved forward a little bit and I'm probably here - I have more than enough skills, but not enough artistic conception, and I'm searching in all directions.

"Judging from the scratches, I'm still about a foot and a half away from Old Sword Master Sun. I can't understand what's going on. It should be the state after returning to one's original nature. It's mysterious and mysterious..."

…

In the silent room, Ye Jingtang held the Chilong Sword, pointing at the marks on the wall like a teacher, and talked endlessly about various insights.

But Fan Qinghe stood there, not as if he was listening to the heavenly book, but just listening to the heavenly book. He had no idea how Ye Jingtang could see so many things from a few ghostly drawings.

However, seeing that what Ye Jingtang said was clear and logical, and that he was not here to trick an ignorant girl, Fan Qinghe still concentrated on observing and comprehending carefully, as if he was studying the doorway from ghost paintings.

Ye Jingtang explained to Fan Qinghe that in fact, he was also secretly comprehending the path of his predecessors and integrating it for his own use.

The two of them focused on studying the relics of their predecessors, and they were obviously a little selfless. After an unknown period of time, the Night Terror Hall's ears twitched slightly, and suddenly they heard a voice coming from a distance:

"grumble!!"

"In this big desert, where can I find fish for you to eat? Someone kindly caught a scorpion for you to eat, but you are still angry..."

"Chi chi chi..."

…

When Ye Jingtang heard Ning'er's voice, he woke up immediately and thought to himself: How come I have forgotten my wife...

Fan Qinghe looked up and asked:

"Is your friend here?"

Ye Jingtang wanted to communicate with Ning'er about Hongxing's affair. Seeing this, he thought for a while and said:

"Yeah, I'll go out and check the situation first, you wait a moment."

"Go ahead."

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The sandstorm had already stopped, and the time passed from morning to noon unconsciously.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand is like a golden ocean. There are traces of wind everywhere, without any variegation.

Among the sand dunes, Luo Ning wore a curtain on her head to protect her from the sun, and held an iron mace in her hand as a stick. After walking a short distance, she poked at the ground, looking for the hidden building below.

The big fluffy bird, whose size showed that it was not adapted to the desert weather, kept walking under Luo Ning's shadow.

Maybe he felt the sand was burning his paws, so when he stopped, he jumped on Luo Ning's shoes and squatted down, suggesting that he go home from get off work and have dinner.

After Luo Ning waited for the sandstorm to pass, she asked the birds to patrol the sky. She couldn't find anyone from Ye Jing Tang. She thought that Ye Jing Tang had already left the desert with the beautiful woman, so she stopped looking and went with Xue Baijin. Continuing to explore the traces of buildings within a radius of more than ten miles.

The two of them searched for most of the day and found many ancient houses. Xue Baijin was responsible for 'going down to the tomb' to find things, but she was less skilled in martial arts. If the sand dunes collapsed, it would definitely be delayed. For this reason, she has been exploring on the ground to find possible places. Where the building is to be built, mark it so that the white brocade can drill holes.

After searching for an unknown amount of time, Luo Ning's ears twitched and she heard a rustling sound in the distance.

Looking up, the dunes in the distance were leaking sand, and soon a hole appeared.

Then a familiar and handsome face emerged from the hole. He saw that she did not shout loudly, but looked around, looking like she was looking for someone and feeling a little guilty.

"grumble?!"

When the birds saw the night terror hall, they suddenly became excited and wanted to rush over to get the bird food.

Upon seeing this, Luo Ning quickly caught the bird and even covered its beak. After looking back, she quietly ran behind a sand dune and waved to Ye Jingtang.

Ye Jingtang found that there was no trace of Pingtian Cult Leader in the surrounding area, so he jumped up and quietly came to Ning'er:

"Where's Miss Xue?"

"Shh!"

Luo Ning glared at Ye Jingtang and whispered:

"If Bai Jin hears this, she will beat you up. When you go out, don't call her Bai Jin's heroine. If you want to call her 'leader', you can also call her a hero."

"Understood."

Ye Jingtang hadn't seen Ning'er for many days. He wanted to raise his hand to lift up the curtain hat, but he couldn't do it easily, so he started looking around again.

"Don't look, it's underground, half a mile from here... eh?!"

Luo Ning's face was slightly cold, and she was about to warn the little thief, but she didn't expect that as soon as she said that Bai Jin was not here, the daring little thief directly hugged her waist, and then the curtain hat was lifted up and came close to her face. .

Luo Ning's eyebrows were raised, and she was extremely nervous, but since she hadn't seen Ye Jingtang for so long, Sanniang might have been lovesick, and so was she.

After hiding for a while, Luo Ning still threw the bird out to serve as a sentry and did not resist anymore.

Lips meet.

Ye Jingtang held Ning'er's waist, and even his breath felt a little more fiery. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he couldn't help but hold her tightly, wishing to rub the beauty in his arms into his body.

Before Luo Ning met, she had thought about the warning words countless times, but when she was held in her arms again, her mind was instantly empty. After her eyes moved slightly, she gently closed her eyes and allowed the man to take what he wanted.

Thousands of miles of yellow sand, a pair of men and women.

The black robe and cyan skirt were blown by the breeze, and the scene was extremely beautiful and magnificent at this moment.

As a witness, the bird stood on the sand dune next to it, spreading its wings blankly, which probably meant - is it over? Can I feed the bird a bite first...

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