Zhi Changle was confused and realized later, then nodded blankly: "Oh, okay, let's find Ah Li!"
But what they didn't know was that at the same time, Xia Zhaoyi's little head poked out from the high mountain.
The morning light shines through the top of the mountain, the frosty white is dazzling, and a gust of mountain wind comes to face, making Xia Zhaoyi slightly dizzy.
She came out yesterday evening. She spent the whole day sewing and mending on the bed yesterday, and finally changed the clothes to fit her. At the same time, she couldn't stand the big sleeves, which were like sacks, so she changed them into tunic sleeves, which made her look particularly smart and capable.
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"We're finally here!" Xia Zhaoyi took a long breath and looked at Long Yuan below.
In addition to modifying the clothes yesterday, she also asked Zhili a lot of things related to the Yuanhe Sect, but Zhili's knowledge was limited.
At that time, the master went to Guanxing Pavilion, and the old sect leader Pei kept avoiding her, and finally they broke up and started to fight her, and brought in the headmaster Jiang.
On the contrary, Boss Jiang is more talkative. Compared to the old master Pei, who is sure to talk to each other, Boss Jiang knows almost everything.
According to Manager Jiang, the existence of Long Yuan can be traced back to thousands of years. Over these thousands of years, people have been visiting and exploring. Until six hundred years ago, someone built a secret palace here. Few people know that Yuan He Zong
The door was built to conceal this dark hall.
There are three imperial tombs in Longdan Mountain, all of which were built over the past few hundred years. No matter which imperial tomb was built, the Yuanhe Sect was very active and dispatched people to help in order to specifically guide them around.
Open the dark hall under Longyuan.
The Dark Palace is also known as the Qianqiu Palace. Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili agreed that the name was nagging. Manager Jiang smiled awkwardly and continued, the designer and person in charge of the Qianqiu Palace is called Meng Huanzi, Meng Huanzi’s sixth son.
The son is the founder of the Yuanhe Sect, named Meng Changyin. As for the reason why this dark hall was built here in the first place, perhaps only the old Sect Leader Pei is aware of it now.
Zhili searched all day yesterday but couldn't find the old sect master Pei, so Xia Zhaoyi simply didn't wait any longer. After modifying her clothes to fit her, she left a letter to her master and second brother, asking Zhili to hand it over to them, and she left.
Now looking at Long Yuan below, Xia Zhaoyi stamped her feet downwards. Maybe the dark palace was right under her feet.
"Dong dong dong."
"Dong dong dong."
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Shen Shu's finger bones were knocked on the surrounding walls from time to time, but they were basically solid.
After coming out of the drainage tunnel, they were now walking in a long corridor. The corridor was very wide, about one foot, and was full of dust, so everyone wore a mask.
Afraid of using up the air, Shen Shu asked people to extinguish all the extra torches, leaving only two. The light was particularly gloomy.
"Master." Rougu shouted at this time.
When Shen Shu turned around, Rougu pointed to a corner: "There is also a 'door' here, just like the one outside."
The "door" is very short, hidden in a corner, and is a square with similar length and width.
"Is it the same as the one outside?" Shen Xu looked at it and asked.
"Yes," Rougu nodded, "I personally scraped off the solidified dust on it, and I recognize the patterns."
"Open." Shen Xu ordered.
Two men came forward and used daggers to cut along the gap. After it was slightly loose, they pried open the square door.
First, a more foul musty smell penetrated the veil and rushed towards it, followed by a pile of things rushing down.
Everyone hurriedly retreated, and several people felt sick in their stomachs and almost vomited them out.
Shen Xu endured the nausea and stepped forward, slightly lowering the torch in his hand.
The square door was not completely pried open, only half opened, and what washed down was dark, badly dried by the weather.
After receiving the long sword from one of his subordinates, he carefully picked apart these things.
There is everything that can be distinguished, including paper and pen, bowls and chopsticks, medicine residue, lime, gold and silver, silk...
He picked up a piece of rotten silk with his sword, and the thing wrapped in the silk fell down. Shen Shu turned his eyes and saw that it was a baby.
"Baby?" Rougu said.
Shen Xu looked at such a dark mass and said, "Approximately how big is it?"
"She's so young, maybe less than a year old."
"What a sin." Shen Xu said.
A subordinate looked at the "door" and said softly: "Sir, are we going up from here?"
"First check if there is any other way," Shen Xu turned around and said, "If there is not, we can only enter from here."
Rou Gu looked at him, then turned to look back at the baby in the rubbish heap.
Aunt Rou was not very sure why Shen Xu was looking for this dark palace. She asked, but Shen Xu didn't say anything. Now that she sees these things, she can at least confirm that this dark palace is definitely not a good place.
In fact, speaking of it, of the vast majority of places Shen Shu has visited over the years, how many of them are benign?
The men split up to find a way and lit a few more torches.
Rougu stood here with Shen Xu, Shen Xu's long sword was still picking up the debris. In addition to the baby corpse just now, he picked out an adult skull.
Unlike the weathered and moldy mummy of a baby, this skull had been thoroughly decomposed. When he lifted it up, the black, charred, soft skull even cracked, hanging on the sword, and stretched out long threads.
Rougu frowned and looked away.
"Disgusting." Shen Xu said lightly.
He almost never said these two words.
"Sir," Rougu said, "it should be very bright outside. You haven't slept all night, so you should rest first."
"No." Shen Xu said, raising his sword towards other things, and a small cup suddenly rolled out and rolled towards the corridor where they came from.
The corridor was empty and quiet, and the sound of the small pot rolling was extremely clear and strange.
One lap, two laps, three laps...
Finally it got stuck in the veins on the floor tiles.
Rougu looked at the small cup, was stunned, and said: "Master, that cup..."
Shen Xu had already walked away holding a torch. He took out a handkerchief and picked up the cup.
"Does it look familiar?" Shen Xu said, turning the small cup gently in his hand, "Do you think of something?"
It is a small silver cup, but it is not silver-white. Buried in long-term air corrosion and waste matter, this small cup is covered with layers of black lumps.
"Why did this cup appear here?" Rougu asked in surprise.
