Chapter 1219 Three thousand solitary graves, the body is immortal
Ye Qiu heard the reminder from Master Changmei, raised his eyes and looked forward, and suddenly took a breath of air.
In front of me, I saw a huge cemetery.
The graves are closely connected, densely packed, overgrown with weeds, and very dilapidated.
At least there are thousands of them!
Moreover, there is a rusty sword stuck on every grave.
It can be seen that these tombs have existed for a very long time.
"Oh my God, how come there are so many graves here?" Master Changmei asked in surprise: "I don't know who is buried in these graves?"
Ye Qiu stared at the nearest grave, opened his eyes, and his sight penetrated the soil.
The next second, his expression changed drastically.
Ye Qiu discovered that there was a dark coffin inside the grave, and inside the coffin lay a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was about forty or fifty years old. His face was peaceful, as if he was sleeping. However, according to Ye Qiu's perception, this middle-aged man no longer had any vital signs.
Then, Ye Qiu looked at another grave.
The situation is almost the same.
Inside this grave, there is also a dark coffin, but there is a young man lying inside.
The young man is dressed in white, has a handsome face, and has his eyes closed tightly, as if he is sleeping.
"Little brat, what are you looking at?"
Master Changmei asked in confusion when he saw Ye Qiu staring at the grave, blinking his eyes.
"Do not talk."
Ye Qiu's eyes continued to stare at the graves, scanning them one by one. It took him half an hour to look at all the graves.
Three thousand graves in total!
Inside each grave, there is a coffin with a corpse lying inside, including men and women, old and young. Although they have no breath of life, there is no trace of decay on their bodies, as if they have fallen into an endless sinking.
In sleep.
"Old man, how long do you think these graves have been there?" Ye Qiu asked.
Master Changmei thought for a while and said: "According to Pindao, it must have been at least hundreds of years."
"Maybe, it's possible for more than a thousand years."
"Little bastard, did you find something?"
Ye Qiu said: "I just counted, there are three thousand tombs here, and there is a corpse in each tomb, but..."
"Just what?" Master Changmei asked hurriedly.
Ye Qiu said: "It's just that the corpses in the graves are not rotten. They look peaceful, as if they are asleep."
"This is impossible!" Master Longmei said: "Even if these people have only died for a few hundred years, they should only have bones left. It is impossible not to decay."
Ye Qiu said: "The real situation is that these corpses are unharmed."
"Little brat, are you serious? Are you kidding me?"
"Do you think I'm kidding?"
Master Changmei frowned and said, "Could it be that what is recorded in the ancient books of Longhu Mountain is true, and that Shushan was really destroyed overnight?"
"Buried in these graves are the Three Thousand Sword Cultivators of Shushan?"
"By the way, little bastard, what was the cause of death of the people in the grave?"
Ye Qiu shook his head: "Without careful inspection, we can't tell the cause of death yet, but we can confirm that there are no external injuries on their bodies."
"Forget it, ignore them, it's still important to find the dragon vein."
"Old man, you are proficient in Feng Shui, can you find the dragon vein here?"
Master Changmei stopped talking, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Little bastard, let's go forward."
After saying that, he stepped on the grass among the graves and walked forward.
Ye Qiu followed Master Changmei, feeling a little strange in his heart, and said to himself: "Just now, the old man looked like he was hesitating to speak. He clearly had something to say to me, but why did he hesitate?"
"What did he want to say?"
"Could it be that something happened to the dragon veins here?"
Ye Qiu followed Changmei Zhenren, and the two of them walked through the graves, surrounded by dense graves.
The two of them walked forward and observed secretly.
"Little bastard, why is there a sword stuck on every grave?" Master Changmei asked doubtfully.
Ye Qiu said: "I just noticed that the swords on each grave are slightly different in terms of length and style. Perhaps these swords were the weapons of the deceased and were buried with them here."
Shushan sword cultivator’s weapon during his lifetime?
The Changmei Master's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a rusty long sword from the grave.
"What are you doing?" Ye Qiu said: "Old man, you won't even let go of dead people's things, right?"
"Is there a problem? Haven't you ever taken anything belonging to a dead person? A few years ago, you even took away a top-quality white jade coffin from the Long family's ancestral tomb."
Ye Qiu said: "This coffin has been transported to the Palace of Hades."
"Hmph, I would rather give it to the Palace of Hades than give it to me. It's heartless!"
Master Changmei continued: "I just want to see how the weapons used by Shushan sword cultivators are like."
After saying that, Chang Mei Zhenren flicked his finger on the scabbard.
"when--"
The sword body trembled, and the rust spots on it fell off one after another. In the blink of an eye, an ancient long sword appeared in sight.
The long sword is of ordinary style, with two seal characters engraved on the scabbard.
"Shushan!"
Master Changmei grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with all his strength. With a "choking" sound, the sword roared like a dragon's roar.
The long sword is unsheathed.
Master Longmei lowered his head and saw that the blade of the sword was made of brass, shining like water and being as cold as ice.
"What a sword!"
Master Longmei stretched out his hand to touch the edge of the sword. Unexpectedly, as soon as his skin touched the blade, a bloody cut appeared on his finger.
"So sharp!"
Master Changmei said: "Little bastard, the sharpness of this sword is probably not much weaker than your Imperial Sword."
Ye Qiu poured his true energy into his fingertips and flicked the sword lightly. Suddenly, the sword made a crisp sound.
"It is indeed a good sword!" Ye Qiu exclaimed.
Master Changmei said: "The poor Taoist just pulled out a sword at random, but it was so powerful. It shows how glorious Shushan was back then."
Ye Qiu was filled with emotion, "It's a pity that a great sect of a generation is so lonely."
"Yes, think about how glorious our Longhu Mountain was as the ancestral home of Taoism in the world. Now, it is not even as good as Wudang Mountain. It's sad! It's a shame!"
After Master Changmei finished speaking, he put the sword back into its scabbard and inserted it into the grave again.
"Why did you put the sword back?" Ye Qiu asked.
Master Changmei said: "To be honest, this sword is very good. I like it very much. In fact, I want to take all the swords here away."
"It's just that Pindao has his own principles in doing things."
"Let this sword accompany its owner!"
At this time, the sky became dark, and you couldn't see a single star when you looked up. It was so dark that it was suffocating.
Everything was quiet, not a sound could be heard from around.
It was eerily quiet.
Ye Qiu suddenly remembered something and said: "Old man, if all Shushan is destroyed, then who buried these sword cultivators?"
Master Changmei was shocked: "Little bastard, are you saying that there are still survivors in Shushan?"
