"These are my subordinates. You arrange for them to stay and prepare some drinks."

Tao Zhugong nodded, and after Qinghe left, Tao Zhugong looked at Xiao Fu and said.

"It has been prepared for a long time. Come with me, all of you." Xiao Fu took Tao Zhugong and others into the villa. As Xiao Fu said, everything had been arranged and everyone was quickly arranged and ready.

Plenty of food and wine.

"Sir, have you gained anything?" After sending everyone away, Tao Zhugong looked at Ye Qing and asked.

"Whether it is or not, we will know tonight."

Ye Qing sat down aside, took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Send someone to inquire about the current situation in West Kunlun first, and then make plans after tonight."

"Yes, sir." Tao Zhugong responded, turned and left.

After Tao Zhugong left, Ye Qing sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and began to practice.

…

In West Kunlun at night, the bright moon hangs high, like a jade plate, hanging down thousands of clear rays. The clear brilliance condenses and never disperses. It converges on Xiwang Mountain from all directions.

day.

For those who come to West Kunlun for the first time, this kind of strange sight is undoubtedly rare, but for people in West Kunlun, this kind of scene has long been commonplace.

Therefore, except for some disciples who are responsible for guarding the mountain and patrolling, most of the disciples in West Kunlun have rested.

Qinghe is no exception.

The Lord of Spring is in charge of the general affairs of West Kunlun. The Lord of Spring should be responsible for organizing and coordinating the reception and delivery of this Xiantao Holy Meeting.

As a disciple of Lord Chun, Qinghe naturally has a heavy burden. He needs to assist in handling various affairs. With his strength, he is also mentally exhausted.

So, after returning to the room, Qinghe ate a few bites and then went back to the room to rest. Almost as soon as he hit the pillow, Qinghe fell asleep.

However, Qinghe didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully. Sometimes he frowned, sometimes murmured, sometimes shook his head... After about a while of drinking tea, Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, took a few deep breaths, and then calmed down.

The state of mind.

"Strange, how could I dream?" Qinghe frowned, feeling confused. Based on his state of mind, it is logically impossible to dream, and the previous dreams were all things he had experienced and some secrets of West Kunlun.

, some things, even he himself had forgotten, but they appeared clearly in his mind just now, as if someone was looking through his soul memory, it was extremely weird.

"Is it because I'm too tired these two days? Hey, weird, weird..."

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason. Qinghe shook his head, lay down again, and continued to rest.

But this time, Qinghe slept peacefully and did not have such messy dreams.

Just when Qinghe fell asleep, Ye Qing, who was far away in the Qianyuan Villa, suddenly opened his eyes. The room was dark and dark for a moment, and a mysterious and mysterious force filled the air.

After a few breaths, the darkness in the room slowly subsided, completely submerging into Ye Qing's body. The bright, frosty moonlight came in from the window again and covered the ground, as if everything before was just a dream.

"Sir, how are you?" At this time, Tao Zhugong came out of the darkness.

"Some gain." Ye Qing rubbed his eyebrows. During the day, while Qinghe was talking to Tao Zhugong, he secretly planted the magic lotus into Qinghe's mind. Although Qinghe was considered a young genius,

But compared with Ye Qing, it was far different, so Ye Qing effortlessly planted the magic lotus in his mind.

However, this is the territory of West Kunlun, and he doesn't know if there is any secret method in West Kunlun, such as soul restriction, so he did not directly transform Qinghe into a descendant of the demon, but used Qinghe to transform into someone else when he fell asleep.

The magical power of the Infinite Demon Familiar and the method of entering dreams in the "Dream Butterfly Sutra" searched for the memory of Qinghe's soul. This was also the reason why Qinghe had dreams before.

"Any clues about Kunlun Ruins?" Tao Zhugong asked.

"No." Ye Qing shook his head: "Qinghe's soul does not have any memory about Kunlun Ruins, but it is not a loss."

"From Qinghe's memory, I learned the specific identities of those who were chasing Cheng Qishang."

"Who are they?" Tao Zhugong asked curiously.

"They are not the disciples of West Kunlun, but the guardians of the tomb of West Kunlun." Ye Qing said.

"Guardian of the tomb?" Tao Zhugong asked in confusion: "What is a guard of the tomb?"

"On the Siwang Peak in West Kunlun, there is a mausoleum. It is the place where the ancestors of the Western Kunlun clan sit and bury their bones. It is called the Kunlun Mausoleum."

Based on the information about the Kunlun Mausoleum obtained from Qinghe's memory, Ye Qing said: "The Kunlun Mausoleum is the most mysterious and important place in West Kunlun. Non-sect masters, elders, spring masters and other respected people in West Kunlun are not allowed to enter.

Except for these people, no one can enter the Kunlun Mausoleum, not even close to Zuowang Peak."

"The people stationed at Zuiwang Peak and guarding the Kunlun Mausoleum are called West Kunlun Mausoleum Guardians. The Mausoleum Guardians all come from the same lineage. They never interact with the outside world and do not participate in West Kunlun affairs. They are extremely mysterious and extremely powerful.

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"No wonder when I heard the young master describing that man's attire, he was different from ordinary West Kunlun disciples. He turned out to be the mausoleum guard of West Kunlun."

Tao Zhugong suddenly understood, and then said: "If it is as the young master said, the guards of the West Kunlun Tomb have never participated in the affairs of West Kunlun, but this time they went out of their way and hunted down the young master's people, then these guardians of the tomb must know about the Kunlun Ruins.

Son."

"I think so too."

Ye Qing nodded: "Without further ado, I plan to visit the Kunlun Mausoleum."

"I'll go with you, sir," Tao Zhugong said.

"No, I am enough." Ye Qing said, "You stay here and take care of me."

"Then young master, be careful." Tao Zhugong nodded.

"Yes." Ye Qing nodded, his figure flashed, he jumped out of the villa, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

…

Zuowang Peak is located on the east side of Xiwang Mountain. It has a low peak, steep terrain, and luxuriant grass. Not to mention compared to the main peaks such as Xianren Peak, Tianchi Peak, and Kunlun Yunding, it is the peak where some disciples and handymen live.

There is also something worse.

Even many disciples of West Kunlun have never heard of the name Zuowang Peak, let alone the Kunlun Mausoleum.

Therefore, compared with the bustling main peak of West Kunlun, Zuowang Peak appears lonely and cold. Even the moonlight seems to have deliberately avoided Zuowang Peak. The entire Zuowang Peak is like a tomb mausoleum, cold and dead.

"Is this Zuowangfeng?"

Ye Qing stood at the bottom of Zuowang Peak, looking up at the dark and silent Zuowang Peak, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

In Ye Qing's perception, the entire Zuowang Peak was shrouded in a mysterious and powerful force. Not only was his vision limited, but his mental power was also limited. Even with his mental power, he could only feel his body.

conditions within a square circle.

Ye Qing frowned. The Kunlun Mausoleum is a forbidden area in West Kunlun. It is already tightly guarded. If his mental power is further restricted, it will be even more disadvantageous for him to enter the Kunlun Mausoleum.

After pondering for a while, Ye Qing decided to go up and have a look. After all, poverty is something that cannot be delayed.


Chapter completed!