Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Phantom Tour of Ziling Cave (3)

"I think you're too happy," the silver-masked man said coldly, holding the pen in his hand, and quietly drew a peony: "Only by that statue?" "That day's giant sword is indeed engraved with Yuanchang ape's tears, and snow reminds Doumu? The thirty-two-character mantra really existed since the time of Xuanyuan Taizu," the golden-masked man said excitedly, "It's time for Xuanyuan's family to end." The silver-masked man stood up holding the pen, and said with a sneer, "Don't forget, the Xuanyuan family used these 32-character mantras to lure the Ming family and the Yuan family to kill each other."

The golden-masked man said gloomyly: "It should be that we used this mantra to overthrow the Ming family's ambition." "It's just that the price is too high," the silver-masked man said sadly, "Don't forget, the Ming family also has our friends and relatives." "Maybe you're right, then." The golden-masked man was silent for a while, and then snorted coldly: "Now, the Xuanyuan family should pay the price for spreading this mantra back then!" He took out a red silk handkerchief, in which lay a dead flower scorpion: "Take a look at what this is?"

"This is a ghost killer scorpion, extremely poisonous." The silver-masked man replied without emotion: "This doesn't look like the warriors raised by the Xuanyuan clan." "Good eyesight, the only one left in the Xuanyuan clan is Xinshu, how can there be any decent martial arts?" The golden-masked man sneered a few times: "It seems to be from the south." "I think it's because the skill of lettering rats has been lost. Xuanyuan's family hired a master to tame these harmful scorpions to follow us." The silver-masked man said lightly: "Just now I released the Zichuan sluice, and released it while the tide was high. Jinlong, I thought most of them were intercepted by Jinlong, but unexpectedly there are so many of them swimming over, these people are really not easy to tame."

"However, this scorpion will build a bridge together. After swimming in Zichuan, it can actually run to your door. The fighting power is by no means inferior to that of the golden dragon. He is a good warrior. The heart of Xuanyuan's family is clearly revealed," the golden-masked man said suddenly. What came to mind: "According to the mantra, the icon was opened by a person with a purple heart in his heart. You can see that the flower hibiscus came to you." "Except for me, there's not even half a person here," the silver-masked man still said calmly, "She should be imprisoned in the Yixia Pavilion and wait for someone to rescue her. How could she have such supernatural powers and run to Ziling Palace instead?" The border of the land has come."

The golden-masked man stared at the silver-masked man for a while, then slowly said "Oh," handed the scorpion to the silver-masked man, and suddenly shot towards the direction where I was hiding in the middle of the road. Before I could react, Seeing that poisonous scorpion cutting off countless passionflower petals like a sharp blade and flying towards me, someone had already held my mouth and pressed me to the ground, and the scorpion was finally nailed to the ground in front of me superior. The man hissed softly in my ear, and Qingcheng was so frightened that he didn't move in my arms.

"Your suspicion is getting worse." The silver-masked man said slowly: "It's not my skepticism, you should know that we are one, and I know what you think in your heart," the golden-masked man said: "Besides, you are always bad at lying, big brother." "Why do you live like this?" The silver-masked man sarcastically said, "Aren't you tired?" "How to live is good? This at least allows me to live a good life in the sun, unlike you, who can only die of old age in this moldy palace for the rest of my life, just like the Sima demon." The golden-masked man said gloomyly. Said.

The silver-masked man was not angry, he just sneered coldly from under the mask, and sat back beside the bronze statue of Zifu, picked up a pen to practice calligraphy, while the golden-masked man walked towards us for a while, but what happened? The passionflower was too dense, and it was about to come to our side. Suddenly, a person stood up one meter away from us, and relieved us: "Dark God has seen the two gentlemen." That person was dressed in a white cotton robe and a white mask, and he was the Dark God. "When did you come?" "I just came here, and when I saw the gentlemen were speaking solemnly, I didn't dare to disturb you."

"Then search for me quickly, I clearly feel someone." Anshen pretended to search for a while, and then used an excuse to get out, so he set up a trap, and the man took me out and ran out. When I got to another secret door, the man put me down immediately. I rolled on the ground, took a deep breath, looked up, and saw a bald young man looking at me coldly under the candlelight. After wiping off the sweat, she squatted down and looked at me secretly with those peach blossom eyes: "How are you?" "Lan Sheng?!" I murmured his name, full of surprise in my heart: "How did you come here?"

"I came to look for you," he said simply, with a trace of fatigue flashing in his peach blossom eyes, "you have such a big accident, everyone who should have returned from the original family has come back." "Oh, your husband Yuan Feibai is back too." He deliberately accentuated the word "husband", his eyes were full of sarcasm. I pretended not to hear and asked, "Where is he now?" "He is with Big Brother Yu, and they are discussing how to avoid the Dragon Guards and come to rescue you before entering the palace, don't worry," he raised his eyebrows, and squinted at me: "You should worry about yourself first. "

"What are these two people? Judging from what they said, they seem to know the past affairs of the four major families very well. Judging from their conversation, they seem more like members of the Yuan clan." "The Yuan Clan has two hermit advisers, Jin Yanluo and Yin Zhongkui, both of whom say they have lived for more than a hundred years. They are the guardians of Princess Xuanyuan Zili's tomb in the ancestor's time. Their martial arts are superb and they know all the secrets." Lan Sheng sneered. Raising the torch: "The legend is that one practiced the No-Tears Mantra and the other practiced the No-Smile Mantra. In the end, although they became invincible in the world, they could never face the past of their practice, so they stayed here forever in Ziling Palace. The two have always been one good and one evil, one good and one evil, one light and one dark, but you are really lucky to meet Yin Zhongkui first, and if you are half a step late and meet Jin Yanluo, even if your husband is present, I can't save you either."

Lan Sheng sighed wearily to me, took the torch, walked forward without looking back, and complained: "You are too restless, there is nothing to worry about." I asked again: "Why did you come in, and how did you get into the dark palace? This is the Yuan Clan's secret place." "I sneaked in from Anzhuang, and I wanted to take you out of Yixia Pavilion quietly, but I didn't expect you to disappear for no reason. I saw the footprints of a mouse. I think you must have been lured to the underground palace by the letter mouse of the Xuanyuan family. , and then turned into the ground, just when Yin Yanluo opened the gate to release the golden dragon, so he followed him all the way." Lan Sheng smiled coldly, looked at me proudly and said: "Besides, I haven't been to this original house yet. Where is the place?" I was full of doubts and was about to ask him whether he had been to Ziling Palace and when he had been there, but he suddenly remembered something and stopped in front of him. Lan Sheng turned around and said, "The dark god clearly saw you, but he kept quiet to smooth things over for you." "It seems that you even bribed the Dark God," he said doubtfully, "Maybe you negotiated some kind of deal with him." "You really think highly of me. Passionflower is the only thing that is valuable here, although it can be used as medicine." I deliberately teased: "However, I haven't negotiated the price of passionflower with him yet." "Don't trust any words of this person." Lan Sheng ignored my revolutionary optimism, suddenly became serious, firmly grasped my shoulder, and looked at me sharply with peach blossom eyes: "Don't get close to this dark god, He is the king of the underground here, he really eats people without spitting out his bones, he is the incarnation of the devil, don't trust this person, don't make any deals with him, you know?" I don't like his tone very much, as if he is my father. It should be noted that neither my father in this life nor the previous life has ever spoken to me like this.So I turned my face away, pretending to be admiring a young passionflower oozing from the corner of the gushing channel, and deliberately ignoring him, thinking what's so great about you. I don't want to, he couldn't wait for my promise, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment. He pressed me against the wall at once, grabbed my neck with one hand, and forced me to look at him. His handsome face approached me ferociously, his eyeballs suddenly turned blood red, like a devil, he snarled at me fiercely: "Did you hear what I just said clearly?" I thought he must convey a very important message to me, but this roar really frightened me beyond recognition. His hands clenched tighter and his eyes became more fierce. It reminded me of the devil Saruer in Gongyue Palace. I started to struggle in fear, and he sneered at me, "What are you afraid of, you are not even afraid of Duan Yuerong, but you are afraid of me." Then something even weirder happened again, a head with a white mask suddenly appeared on his left shoulder, was it Sima Yun? !My mind went blank for a moment. Lan Sheng felt it too, but no one dared to move. A voice under the mask said softly, "If I were you, I wouldn't treat a noble lady like this." There was a flash in front of my eyes, Lan Sheng was thrown into the air vigorously, Lan Sheng turned around lightly in the air, and when he rushed towards Sima Yun again, there was a silver light in his hand, which was my reward. Reward is like a silver dragon in Lan Sheng's hands, and the brilliant silver light rushes towards the dark god from time to time, but the dark god's hand does not stretch out, but it seems that the body has grown eyes. No matter how sharp and dazzling the silver light is, it is not close. He doesn't. "There is a legend in ancient times that a puppet is a dead thing, but the puppeteer who manipulates it is a man of ingenuity, so the puppet in his hand becomes expressive and affectionate, so the puppet also falls in love with the puppeteer's My sweetheart," Anshen suddenly changed his tone, he suddenly stretched out a hand from his white-sleeved robe, and plunged into the depths of the silver light: "It's a pity that no matter how attractive he is, he is just a cold puppet, let alone someone who looks like a puppet. You are such a dilapidated piece of wood, never dream of taking the place of that puppeteer." Anshen's sleeves danced like a dance, and hit Lan Sheng's left chest in the air. He threw his back and shoulders vigorously, knocked him to the ground, and pressed him to the ground. Say, who are you? I will have a thousand ways to make your life worse than death." "That's enough, Palace Master, it was a misunderstanding just now, please let Lan Sheng go, it wasn't Bai who sent Lan Sheng to look for me, he must be in a hurry to look for me everywhere, please let me go back to the ground quickly." I said anxiously . "Who are you? If you ask me to let it go, I have to let it go?" Sima Yun said coldly to me, "Besides, the price of passionflower hasn't been fixed yet, so why should I listen to you?" I was at a loss for words for a moment, and looked at him with my mouth open, but he grinned: "But you still remember what I said on Merlin Road, as long as you agree, I won't kill him." I was thinking about how to play a sloppy eye and let Lan Sheng out first, but Lan Sheng on the ground kicked Sima Yun out suddenly, and shouted: "She is not a plaything of your original family, don't try to destroy her." her." "Is it your turn to speak here?" Sima Yun's white clothes were like a pale light and shadow in the path under the firelight, erratic like a ghost, and he smiled excitedly: "You stupid man who is not even a man. thing."