Han Li's body stagnated and quickly turned around and looked around.

I saw a line of light golden small characters appearing behind the red characters, with six words written in gold seal script:

"White Bird Valley, the real wheel appears."

Those six words seemed to be covered in a layer of blurred golden light, making people unable to see it clearly.

After just looking at it for a while, Han Li felt his eyes dry and he quickly rubbed his eyes. When he looked at it, he found that the back of the red characters was clean and there was nothing.

He moved his heart and looked around him quickly. He saw everyone around him staring at the stone wall intently, whispering to each other from time to time. Everyone looked as usual, obviously not seeing the strange scene just now.

"White Chop Valley...what is this place?"

These three words kept echoing in Han Li's mind, but he could never remember such a place in Zhulong Dao.

Han Li's thoughts turned and tried different angles and methods, trying to see some clues from the big red characters on the stone wall again, but he did not find anything unusual.

It seems that the six light golden small characters just now were imagined out of thin air and did not exist at all.

But he knew that although it was like a glance, with his own eyesight, there was no possibility of mistaken reading.

But this happened, a hint of luck naturally arose in his heart.

No matter what, I can only find out the so-called "White Bird Valley", otherwise I would never be willing to do so.

But where is this place?

After Han Li stood there for a while, he walked to a corner, flipped his hand and took out the area map of the Zhongming Mountains that he got when he entered the door, put his spiritual sense into it, and searched it carefully bit by bit.

As a result, this stop took more than an hour.

Han Li opened his eyes, shook his wrist and put away the map, but the confusion on his face became heavier.

He went back and forth to scan almost all the place names on the map several times, confirming that there was no remains, but he still found no place called "White Bird Valley".

"Is it a secret place in the sect that is unknown?" Han Li's eyes flashed and he murmured to himself.

He thought so in his heart, walked to the stone wall again, stared at it for a while, and then turned around and walked out of the Taixuan Palace.

A moment later, his body was suspended in the void outside the Taixuan Hall, with his hands on his back, his blue shirt hovering, his face with a trace of thoughtful look, and then his body was escaping with light and galloping in a certain direction.

...

That night, the cave on the top of Chixia Peak was in a secret room.

A green ancient lamp was lit on a square table of Eight Immortals with red and color. There was no oil burning in the lamp. There was no smoke at all, but instead there was a faint fragrance.

The flame at the wick was extremely stable, without shaking at all, and seemed to be the size of a thumb, but it shone the entire room as bright as daytime.

On the square table, several thick ancient green-skinned booklets were stacked in a corner, three or four jade slips were placed beside them, and another yellow scroll about seven feet long was placed on the edge of the table, half rolled and half dragged to the ground.

Above the scroll, the blue pen depicts lifelike blue peaks, with some small squares marked on it, and the names of these peaks are written, but it is an exquisite mountain and river situation chart.

Han Li was sitting behind the square table, holding a somewhat damaged yellowed ancient book in his hand, and was reading it with concentration.

These jade slips and paintings are all the landscape notes of the Zhongming Mountains, and they were borrowed from the "Niandian Pavilion" of Yulong Peak today.

In addition to those jade slips, these books and scrolls were all isolated books and could have been copied and purchased, but in order to check the most original map records, he spent more expensive points than buying them, and borrowed these original ancient books that were unknown how old they were.

Han Li did not miss every detail, and carefully looked at all the contents including the text records and the drawings. However, until now, he could not find a valley called Baiqi.

Although there are several names similar to them, most of them are places where it is impossible to find a place where a sect is important.

The focus of his search was still on the black areas he saw from the Moling Mountain and River Map. Most of these places were forbidden areas of the sect, and most of them were not marked on the map, but some text records were mentioned in many of them.

After cross-comparison, he regretfully discovered that there was no mention of Baiquegu.

At this moment, the book "Auspicious Clouds" he was holding in his hand was already the last of all the classics.

In fact, this book is not considered a geographical map at all, but a travelogue of mountains and rivers recording the style of the ancient cloud continent. The person who wrote it seemed that it was just a frustrated monk with poor practice.

However, this book seems to be very early, and it can even be compared with the time when Zhulongdao existed. Therefore, there is a layer of banned magic array attached to the book.

Once the magic circle is removed, the pages of the book will immediately turn into smoke.

Han Li gently pinched a page of the book, turned back, and his eyes swept up and down along the words recorded on it.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, pulled the ancient book a little closer, stared at one of the texts, and looked carefully.

"There is a valley in the west mountain, and white birds are everywhere. A herd son chased the birds and went in. When he entered the valley, he could not see the valley. Only the mist was surrounding the jade pavilion in the middle palace, the high platform stood hidden, the elegance danced, the immortals drank, and they were anxious and did not know where they were..."

Han Li looked at this extremely short travel note and pondered silently. The second half of the story is that the shepherd boy was hit by a whip of the golden armored god. After suddenly awakening, he realized that he was still standing in the valley, like a sleepwalking.

The scenes described in this travel notation are quite common in secular novels, often called mirages, and are not a strange thing, but the white birds mentioned here have attracted him a lot of attention.

During the search process, I have seen some titles such as white warblers, snow pheasants, and so on. However, I have never seen white birds. This is the first time I have seen them.

Afterwards, he continued to read the travel notes carefully, and finally confirmed that among all the books, the only one place clearly records the word "Bai Jue".

"Where is this western mountain..." Han Li held the ancient book in one hand and tapped it gently on the table with the other, falling into deep thought.

After a while, he suddenly stopped the tapping action, took all the basic green and ancient books on the table, flipped through a certain page one by one, and spread it on the table.

Han Li pointed to one of the pages and murmured: "Youxi Mountain, the mountain is 7,257 feet high, the mountain is narrow and long, from south to north, the Yangsloe grows Luyang grass, Huanri flowers, and produces phosphite..."

"Xiquan Mountain, the mountain is 8,931 zhang high..."

"Jersey Peak, the mountain is high and six..."

...

The moon shadows sink and it soon reaches the second half of the night.

Han Li, who had been sitting behind the square table, stood up, stretched his waist, gently closed the ancient books on the table, sorted them out, and placed them neatly in a corner of the table.

The only thing that was still spread out on the table was the roll of mountains and rivers.

However, this picture is only spread out less than a foot, and the picture exposed on it is a mountain called Xilin Peak.

This peak is located in the west of the Zhongming Mountains. It is an ordinary mountain with little spiritual energy. Because there are no particularly rare spiritual properties on it, it has been abandoned and no elders choose to be on it.

Its west is close to Puling Valley, and to the east is far opposite to a branch mountain range next to a Zhongming Mountain Range, and there is a very wide half-moon-shaped valley sandwiched between it.

This mountain is the western mountain that Han Li selected after many comparisons.

He believed that the mountain-shaped valley called Banquegu was probably the Baiquegu that he was looking for.

Han Li gently stroked his palm, and the ancient light on the Eight Immortals table shook slightly and went out.

Above the wick, a wisp of white smoke rose, emitting a faint fragrance that would not dissipate for a long time.

Han Li left the house, closed the door, and walked straight to the front yard, but before he could walk out of the hall, he saw Meng Qianqian running over from the veranda.

"Elder Li, you're going to come out, you're going to come out..." Before she could get closer, she saw Han Li's figure and shouted quickly.

When Han Li heard this, he frowned slightly, then raised his eyebrows, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.

"Go and go and have a look."

As he said this, he stepped forward, his palm swept Mengqian's arm, and the two men turned into a blue light, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, the figures of the two appeared in a stone chamber in the cave.

In the stone chamber, the small spiritual gathering array was still running, and there were constant blue spiritual lights flashing in it.

A white giant dome stood in the center of the magic circle, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth gathered from the magic circle, shaking slightly.

As a result, Han Li and the other two looked at the dome for a full quarter of an hour, but there was no sign of it breaking out.

"It was shaking so hard just now, and there were knocking sounds in the eggshell from time to time. I thought it was about to hatch, so I hurriedly ran to notify the elder..." Meng Qianqian looked at the scene in front of her and said embarrassedly.

Han Li stared at the giant dome and after careful examination, he found that there was a circle of very subtle cracks at the bottom of the eggshell. If he didn't observe carefully, he wouldn't be able to see it at all.

"It has hatched, but after it was born, I didn't see the female bird. I was a little afraid and hid back again." After a while, Han Li shook his head and said.

After saying that, he thought about it, flipped his palm, and a long feather flashing with light appeared in his palm, handing it to Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian took the feathers for some unknown reason and looked at Han Li blankly.

"Go and call that little guy out." Han Li said with a smile.

Meng Qianqian nodded, blinked her long eyelashes a few times, walked up suspiciously, and reached out to knock on the giant dome gently.

The Dome still had no reaction.

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Qianqian gently stroked the surface of the eggshell with the feathers in her hand.

As a result, this time, the giant dome seemed to sense something. It first paused, then swayed gently, but the amplitude was much smaller than before.

Meng Qianqian's beautiful eyes lit up, and she gently stroked the surface of the eggshell with the feathers in her hand, and stretched out a palm and gently stroked it up.
Chapter completed!