Chapter 65 sixty-five

"It's here." Deep in the desert, there was a muffled voice suddenly, followed by the sound of stones moving. With a click, the flames flickered on and off in the dark tomb. "It's too dark... It's almost airtight." Accompanied by murmurs, a group of sneakers came out of the ground one by one, and the old man at the head lit a torch in the empty tomb, looking around, " There doesn’t seem to be any treasure here, young master! ——Why do you want to make such a living under the eyes of Major General Fei Lian? If he finds out..." "Uncle Nine, don't say too much." Yinger then came out, and instructed in a low voice, "This operation is very secret, only you and Li Li know about it—please don't ask any questions, and don't tell anyone mention."

"Yes." After all, he is a well-informed elder, Uncle Jiu immediately understood and nodded. "You and Mo Li are guarding here. We will come out soon after we go in." Seeing that the accompanying people had arrived, Yinger whispered to his companions, "Be careful, don't be discovered by the troops outside." "Don't worry, young master." Uncle Jiu and Mo Li whispered together. The people behind came out of the ground silently like ghosts, but they were all strangers they didn't know - one was dressed as a warrior, and the other looked like a refined scholar.Those few people obviously had another purpose, followed them into the ancient tomb under the empty mountain, lit the torches and started walking inside without saying a word, as if they were looking for something.

Xijing walked in this long-closed ancient tomb, and the light from the torches reflected the cold stone walls.He recalled how he was with Master hundreds of years ago, and sighed secretly—it never occurred to him that he would come before the grave digging one day, and return to Master under such circumstances. Before entering the ancient tomb, Yinger solemnly clasped his hands together to congratulate—there is a legend in the desert that a fairy lives in this tomb, and all the herdsmen will come to worship, pray for a year of peace, and regard it as a holy place.Now if he was not forced by a major event, even as a treasure thief, he would never dare to disturb the peace of this place rashly.

Suddenly, Xijing stopped somewhere and stared at it for a long time. "What?" Murong Xiu followed behind, slightly surprised, "This is..." The torches illuminated a simple stone chamber, and a corner of a stone lotus lampstand was missing.Xijing's expression became serious, and he nodded slowly looking at the cut - this is the trace of being cut by a sword, which is already very old.He turned his head and looked into the depths of the dark tomb: "Sure enough, this is the place where Master Mu Yan taught Yun Huan sword skills back then." Murong Xiu took a few steps forward, and suddenly lost his voice: "Blood!"

The light of the torch reflected countless reddish bloodstains—the blood was splashed down in large swaths, turning the interior of the tomb into a hell. It seemed that countless people had died in this ancient tomb.It seemed that someone had wiped it before, and the blood on the ground had faded a little, but the top and surroundings of the tomb still seemed to have been soaked in a pool of blood, and it was impossible to wipe it off. "More than a year ago, the female fairy passed away, and the hunted herdsmen of the Manerge tribe took refuge here, but they were still slaughtered by the major general of the Pojun—" Yinger turned her head, said softly, with no expression on her face, "Only a few survivors escaped and wandered in various places. After that, Pojun sealed this place, and no one can approach it again."

"The crime is unforgivable," Xijing took a breath silently, and said in a low voice, "He actually started killing in front of the master's spirit!" The light of the torch flickered across the room, but he was attracted by something in a corner. It was a roll of paper that fell in the corner of the wall, and it was covered with various patterns in a mess - only those who were under the sword master could understand it.The ink is old, and there are two obvious strokes on it: one is soft and free, while the other is childish and stubborn.These two kinds of handwriting are all on a roll of paper, as if a patient teacher has been teaching young disciples silently.

Xijing's eyes suddenly became moist: Master Mu Yan's health has been bad all the time, and after living in seclusion in the desert, he seldom shows up. Even his teaching is mostly done with paper and pen, and he seldom holds a sword in person.However, she has devoted so much effort to the last disciple.But master, do you know what kind of devil you have taught... He hastily flipped through the roll of paper, sighing in his heart, Murong Xiu stood silently behind him, while examining it carefully. "Wait a minute." Suddenly, Murong Xiu stopped him, "Look at the last page."

Xijing was stunned, not knowing what this Zhongzhou businessman wanted to do.He turned to the last page as he said, and there were still messy handwriting on it—but upon closer inspection, these handwritings were newer than the first ones, as if they were written only a year or two ago.And different from the previous pages, but only the same handwriting. The sharp pen seems to be drawing on it without a clue, covering the whole paper, but the poems written on it are completely opposite to the handwriting, with a low back and a sense of desperation—— "You were born before I was born, and I am old when I was born."

Xijing suddenly froze, looking at the scrawled words on it in disbelief.The paper was just repeating these two sentences. At the beginning, the handwriting was cautious and trembling, as if carefully; In a state of enchantment, one cannot extricate oneself.