Chapter 135: The Oriole Is Behind (1) Happy New Year
When an alchemist meets his favorite material, he is like a man who goes to a brothel to meet a stunning beauty. Xiao Yan immediately takes out a porcelain bottle from the ring and starts to drink it. He fills more than a dozen large porcelain bottles until the water in the puddle is visible.
At the end of the day, he smacked his lips without finishing his thoughts and put the porcelain bottle back into the ring.
"This is enough water from the Nine Springs for refining soul love, haha." Xiao Yan thought happily, and then turned back to the throne.
"How about it, am I right?"
Jing Wuchen looked at Xiao Yan's expression and immediately guessed that Xiao Yan had found the water from the Nine Springs, and he immediately became proud.
"You are really knowledgeable." Xiao Yan nodded happily, "Let's take a closer look here. Maybe there are other good things. I always feel that this place looks like a ruin left from ancient times."
"I don't see that you are quite greedy. You are not satisfied with the water from Jiuquan." Jing Wuchen joked happily.
"Everything is possible, and it won't take much time anyway."
Xiao Yan smiled naively, and then looked at the stone pillars and broken walls carefully.
Long Yi followed Xiao Yan, knocking left and right with his thunder spear from time to time.
It wasn't that Long Yi was looking for something, but that he wanted to follow Xiao Yan to prevent a sneak attack from Hun Ying Jue who didn't know when he would appear.
"It's obvious at a glance that there are only pillars and stones in this place. It's a complete waste of time." Jing Wuchen muttered in his heart, lazily leaning on a stone pillar and smoking Juan Ye.
Scanning the stone wall, there were only some ancient relief carvings on it. When the gun was knocked on the stone pillar, there was no hollow sound. Xiao Yan and Long Yi quickly searched every part of the ruins.
I searched all over, but found nothing.
"Haha, there's nothing wrong with it, right?"
Jing Wuchen was extremely proud of his correct judgment, but when he threw the remaining curled leaves on the ground and was about to stamp them out, he shouted as if he had discovered a new continent: "Hey, look, the leaves on the ground are there!"
The snow is beginning to melt! Brother Xiao, is it because you took away the water from the Nine Springs?"
Xiao Yan and Long Yi lowered their heads and took a look. Sure enough, the snow on the ground was slowly melting, water had begun to seep out of the surface, and dark ground had even been exposed in some places where the snow was thin.
"I used to wonder why this place is so different from other places. It turns out that's the reason."
Xiao Yan suddenly realized it, and suddenly his eyes froze, staring at a corner where the snow had melted.
"Look, there seems to be something in that corner."
Xiao Yan waved his sleeves, creating a hurricane, and all the snow on the ground was swept up into the sky in a single wave of Xiao Yan's movement, and then evaporated into mist under the high temperature of the sky fire.
Only then did Jing Wuchen and Long Yi realize that there were vague patterns carved on each of the four corners of this place.
"This seems to be a totem, perhaps the symbol of an ancient race."
Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the fuzzy pattern and saw many mysterious lines on it, but he didn't quite understand what they represented.
But after taking a few glances, Jing Wuchen couldn't move his eyes away anymore. His mouth was slightly open, and he started to speak incoherently: "This is... this is the trajectory of the flying knife... I can
Be sure, these are the trajectories of the flying knives! An ancient race that used flying knives as weapons must have lived here!"
"Since it exists here, there must be other places."
Jing Wuchen was very excited and turned around to look at the patterns on the stone pillars and broken walls.
But after walking around the ruins for a few times, Jing Wuchen shriveled like an eggplant beaten by frost. Apart from figures and patterns on the stone pillars and broken walls, there were no patterns similar to the trajectory lines of flying knives.
"I always feel that the patterns in these four corners correspond to each other. Wuchen, you are proficient in flying knives. I think maybe you should study it carefully. Maybe there will be new discoveries." Xiao Yan made a serious suggestion.
"yes!"
Jing Wuchen's eyes lit up, he squatted on the ground and observed the four patterns, and stretched out his hand to make a few gestures from time to time, until finally the flying knife was released, flying according to the trajectory on the pattern.
Jing Wuchen quickly became immersed in it.
Xiao Yan gradually discovered a clue beside him. No matter which pattern Jing Wuchen used to draw the flying knife, the tip of the knife pointed in the direction of the throne.
However, he and Long Yi had knocked on the throne before, and nothing unusual was found. Xiao Yan fell into deep thought.
Jing Wuchen also had the same discovery as Xiao Yan. He stopped flying the knife, his eyes fell on the throne, and then walked quickly towards the throne, his mood was so excited that his steps trembled slightly.
Xiao Yan, who was awakened by the footsteps, understood Jing Wuchen's intention and asked: "Are you sure you are here?"
"The flying knife pointed out the direction." Jing Wuchen stood in front of the throne, unable to hide his surging mood, "I believe it is correct, there should be some fighting skills hidden in it."
"Then good luck to you!"
Xiao Yan carefully looked at the throne again, but still found nothing unusual. He couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, and stood quietly with Long Yi, looking forward to Jing Wuchen's surprise.
In the slightly dark valley, except for the sound of rustling on the bluestone material of the throne, there was silence.
After waiting for a long time, just when Xiao Yan began to frown, Jing Wuchen slumped down on the ground, beating the ground feebly with his fists, very frustrated: "Really not! Could this be just a plan between God and me?
A joke?"
"Since there is no gain, why not destroy the throne and see?"
Xiao Yan drew out the Heavenly Fire Eternal Ruler.
"Absolutely not, maybe we haven't found the key yet." Seeing that Xiao Yan was going to destroy the throne, he suddenly sat up from the ground, "There is still a glimmer of hope, but if it is destroyed, everything will be lost."
Gone."
But Xiao Yan's expression did not change at all: "Since I have tried all the methods and found nothing, why waste time anymore? Didn't you say there is nothing here before? How could you have any hope when you were so calm before there was no hope?
Instead, why worry about gains and losses? What is yours is always yours, and what is not yours is nothing to regret. Maybe there will be a surprise? "
"Master, I'm just a little bit reluctant to part with it. Well, I'll just listen to you and smash it!"
Looking at the broken throne, Jing Wuchen took a few deep breaths and raised his voice harshly.
Xiao Yan smiled, stepped in the air and slashed down with his ruler. The broken throne suddenly cracked into four pieces in the dust and dust, and collapsed on both sides, revealing the throne's base.
It has to be said that Xiao Yan was really thoughtful. When he made his move, he also considered the possibility of hidden treasures in the throne. Instead of smashing the throne into countless pieces, he controlled his strength and split it into four.
When the dust dispersed, the throne that caught the eyes of the three of them was still made of solid bluestone. There was no surprise that the three of them had expected. Jing Wuchen's eyes were filled with deep disappointment.
"I asked you, could you please stop looking at those broken stones?"
Xiao Yan swept away the dust on the base with a flick of his sleeves, revealing the dark stone surface, which was covered with densely packed characters.
"Is this? Oh my god!" Jing Wuchen vaguely saw the word "flying knife" from those ghost-drawn peach charms, and his heart suddenly started beating. He asked Xiao Yan in surprise, "How did you find out?
of?"
"You were too worried about whether destroying the throne would destroy your martial arts and fighting skills, so you focused all your attention on the broken pieces of the throne." Xiao Yan replied matter-of-factly, "And I didn't find anything.
Looking up and down, I didn't expect to see a few scratches on the corners of the base that were not covered with dust. It looked like words but not words. It's as simple as that."
"It's that simple?"
"You are called anxious and confused, do you understand?" Long Yi lectured Jing Wuchen in an old tone.
"You little brat, why should you imitate an adult's tone?" Jing Wuchen came back to his senses and said angrily to Long Yi, then he couldn't wait to lower his head and read the characters carefully.
"What do these characters say?" Xiao Yan didn't recognize these characters at all. "Is it a martial arts fighting skill?"
"It seems to be the writing of an ancient race." Jing Wuchen answered while identifying it. "It seems to be a fighting skill suitable for practicing flying knives."
"seem?"
If it is, it is, and if it is not, it is not. Why does it still "seem"?
"Many races in ancient times have been wiped out in history and gradually forgotten. I only know a little about them." Jing Wuchen helplessly spread his hands.
"I'm not sure, so you're still so happy?" Xiao Yan felt speechless.
Jing Wuchen's excitement did not diminish because of Xiao Yan's blow: "Haha, even though I only understand it a little bit, I still understand the first sentence of this sentence, "World level primary fighting skills"
"I still recognize the words "flying knife"."
"Your luck is really good. You got a world-level elementary fighting skill just after entering the inner circle." Long Yi smacked his lips, with a trace of envy flashing in his eyes.
"But it's useless if you only know these few words." Xiao Yan was happy for Jing Wuchen but couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"I'm not worried about this at all. I have a friend who really likes to delve into this knowledge. If even I can identify some, then he must understand."
Jing Wuchen said confidently, with little stars twinkling in his eyes.
Xiao Yan clapped his hands, his eyes widened: "That's great, I didn't expect to harvest magic cores, water from the Nine Springs, and now a world-level primary fighting skill here. This fantasy realm is indeed a treasure."
ah!"
"Haha." Jing Wuchen also smiled broadly, "This is all thanks to you, Brother Xiao. If you hadn't insisted on searching here, we wouldn't have been able to discover this fighting skill."
Patting Jing Wuchen's shoulder, Xiao Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled: "Hurry up and put away your precious fighting skills. Let's go. There are still many good things waiting for us."
"Um."
Jing Wuchen nodded heavily, put the entire throne base into the ring, and followed Xiao Yan and Long Yi out of the valley.
The three of them gained a lot. They looked up at the sunny sky and felt cheerful all of a sudden.
"Where should we go next?" After experiencing a series of things, Jing Wuchen had long thought of Xiao Yan as his leader, so he asked out loud.
"Look." Xiao Yan raised his hand and pointed into the distance, "There are two groups of people in the red coniferous forest over there. They will probably meet each other soon."
"What's going on? Is there another treasure?" Jing Wuchen calmed down. To be continued.