The big eagle flew excitedly through the air for a while and landed in front of Guo Mo again.
Perhaps it had been too long since he had been in contact with anyone, and the excitement was clearly evident in the eyes of the two eagles.
Huang Rong also hurriedly came around and touched the wings and back of the big eagle with both hands. The big eagle also liked to get close to her.
After all, she is only a sixteen-year-old girl. She has never seen such a big eagle, and it is also humane, so she is very excited.
After a while of commotion, the big eagle came to Guo Mo, grabbed Guo Mo's sleeve with its beak, and pulled him forward.
"Brother Diao, are you taking me somewhere?" Guo Mo asked knowingly.
The big eagle seemed to really understand what he was saying. He nodded vigorously, turned around, and led the way.
What kind of path does this idiot lead?
Either there are ravines or ravines, or there are rocks, or there is no road at all.
Thanks to Guo Mo, Huang Rong and Huang Rong were quite good at lightness. As they walked forward with one foot high and one foot low, they could clearly feel that the entire terrain was sinking.
Guo Mo concluded that it should be the misty valley he saw on the top of Daiyu Mountain.
From a distance, it looks shrouded in clouds and mist, but up close, the trees are green and the mountains are beautiful, making it a rare place.
At this time, the two of them arrived in front of a large cave.
The big eagle stopped and called "gugu" several times into the cave.
"Brother Mo, could it be that some senior master raised this big eagle? Is this cave the residence of that master?" Huang Rong saw this and asked.
This stumped Guo Mo. After all, the ruins outside Xiangyang City opened more than 20 years earlier than before because of his arrival. Who knows whether there will be any changes.
To be on the safe side, Guo Mo did not go in directly. Instead, he cupped his hands towards the cave and said loudly: "Are there any senior experts here in the cave? Guo Mo, who is a junior student, came here with his friends and happened to pass by this place. What a presumptuous thing to do.
Please forgive me."
Guo Mo asked three times in a row, but no one answered.
Seeing this, Da Diao nodded and tugged on Guo Mo's sleeve, indicating that he could go in.
Guo Mo stepped forward and entered the cave, followed closely by Huang Rong.
The cave is not big, only about three feet deep. Except for a stone table and a stone bed, there is nothing in the cave. It looks like it has been uninhabited for a long time.
At the big eagle's signal, Guo Mo found another pile of rocks rising up in the corner of the cave, like a tomb.
Guo Mo suppressed the urge to go forward and find out. Even if he really wanted to go, at least he couldn't do it in front of the big eagle.
Even if a skeleton is found among the rocks, does it have to be that person?
"Brother Mo, it seems that is where the senior's bones are buried. It's a pity that although the big eagle is smart, he can't speak." Huang Rong said with regret from the side.
Guo Mo searched the cave twice more and found nothing.
"Brother Mo, look, there seems to be writing on the wall." Huang Rong's voice came from the side.
Guo Mo hurried over, and sure enough, there were several lines of words carved on the wall. Judging from the marks, it seemed that they were scratched with a sharp knife, and a layer of moss had grown on the outside over the years.
Guo Mo stepped forward and cleaned off the moss on the surface, and the entire few lines of words were revealed.
"For more than thirty years, I have traversed the rivers and lakes, killed all the enemies, defeated all the heroes, and the world has no resistance. I have no choice but to live in seclusion in the deep valley, with the eagle as my friend. Alas, I have never been able to find an enemy in my life. I am so lonely and embarrassed."
The following inscription is: "Sword Demon Dugu seeks defeat."
"Brother Mo, this senior Dugu is so powerful. He actually uses the name of 'seeking defeat'. Has he never been defeated in his life? But, why have I never heard of this name?" Huang Rong asked.
Then, he walked forward and scratched the writing on the wall with his hand.
"Brother Mo, this handwriting looks like it must be at least sixty years old. If he is still alive, he must be one hundred and twenty years old according to time, right? Just like that 'Drunken Monk'."
The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional, not to mention that Guo Mo is a "meaningful" person.
Who is this "Dugu Qiubai"? The speculation in later generations is no less than the discussion of "Dou Gu Qiu Bai".
Calculating time, "Dugu Qiubai" existed after Tianlong and before Shendiao, with a gap of nearly a hundred years in between.
Then, this person must have appeared in Tianlong when he was young.
In Tianlong, he is a master of swordsmanship...
At this time, the light in the cave became dim.
"Rong'er, it seems we can't go back today, so we can only spend one night here."
"No problem. It's much better here than when we often sleep in the wilderness. At least there is a cave to shelter from the wind and rain."
Guo Mo took a look and found that this cave is indeed habitable. He will return to the city tomorrow to bring some daily necessities and he can live in seclusion here for a while.
"Brother Diao, we want to stay here for a while. Do you think you can move the remains of 'Senior Dugu' to a place where he can be laid to rest?"
Guo Mo said that he didn't want to sleep with a bunch of skeletons every day.
The big eagle looked at the pile of rocks, its eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and finally nodded silently.
Guo Mo walked out of the cave, found a relatively high hillside, and dug a tomb with the "Leng Ye" sword.
Then she returned to the cave. Huang Rong wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Guo Mo.
"Rong'er, while it's still dark, go pick up some dry firewood. This cave has been uninhabited for a long time, so you need to light a fire first and get rid of the moisture." After hearing this, Huang Rong went out.
Guo Mo came to the pile of rubble and muttered to himself: "The deceased is the greatest, no matter whose bones are here, please forgive me for being reckless."
Guo Mo moved the rocks away piece by piece. In a short time, a complete skeleton was still exposed inside.
"Am I really overthinking it?" Guo Mo knelt down, took out the fire folding book from his arms, and waved it in the wind.
A flame appeared in the hand. This special fire stick was enough to burn a meal.
Guo Mo lowered his body, holding a fire stick in one hand for lighting, while the other hand was squeezing the skeleton.
Finally, Guo Mo showed a smile of "That's it" on his face.
I was almost fooled by the opponent. The bone density of people who practice martial arts is very different from those who have not practiced martial arts. Even if the person in front of you has been dead for a long time, you can still see the difference.
Moreover, the lower limbs of the skeleton in front of me are obviously the size of a normal person, which is not comparable to the stoutness of a martial arts practitioner.
If you look closely, you will see that there is a big crack in the bones of the neck. It was obvious that someone had broken his neck before he died.
The ancients believed that "the dead are the most important, and they are buried in peace." I guess when I made this illusion at that time, I never dreamed that I would encounter such a weirdo as Guo Mo.
I will dig through the rocks and "feel the bones and examine the bones".
Guo Mo remained calm, straightening the bones bit by bit, and then moved them to the dug grave.
Fill the pit with soil, and then use rubble to lay down several layers of rocks on the outside to ensure that wind and rain will not damage the tomb.
Guo Mo did it very seriously, as he thought, after all, "the dead are the most important."
After thinking about it, I found another flat stone and used the "Lengye" sword to carve "The Tomb of the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubei", but there was no signature in the end.
The big eagle watched quietly, his eyes revealing his longing for his master and his gratitude to Guo Mo.