Shen Qingmu's face twitched, he was really uncomfortable being left alone with the three elders.
"Boy Qingmu, come here. Uncle Master has something to ask you!" Sure enough, what was supposed to come was still coming. As soon as Chen Dasheng and the others left, a voice made Shen Qingmu tremble all over.
"Uncle, what's the matter with you?" Shen Qingmu turned around slowly, his expression stiffened again and again.
Zilong's eyes were meaningful, "I don't eat people, why are you shaking?"
"I, am I shaking? I'm not shaking!" Shen Qingmu said with a trembling voice.
Zilong rolled his eyes, "Uncle, I ask you, my pair of spiritual birds..."
"Uncle, it's none of my business!" After the purple dragon transformed, Shen Qingmu, who had a guilty conscience, grabbed it.
The three people looked at each other, all shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Master Ziyang said, "Your uncle hasn't said anything about it yet. Brat, aren't you just asking for it? Are you saying it wasn't you?"
"Ah?" When Shen Qingmu heard this, his face suddenly started to cry.
Zilong said, "My pair of spiritual birds were kidnapped by you?"
Shen Qingmu scratched his head and knelt down in front of Zilong with a bang, "Master, forgive me, that was all done by my junior uncle and has nothing to do with the disciples!"
Ziyang scolded, "What a bastard, you just blame your junior uncle when something happens. Your junior junior uncle can do anything. Tell me, where did you abduct your senior uncle's spiritual bird?"
"I..." Shen Qingmu's face turned pale, and he was speechless for a while. As expected, Shen Qingyi got it right.
Seeing that Ziyang was angry, Zilong waved his hand gently and said to Shen Qingmu, "Don't be afraid. Master, if I don't make things difficult for you, the spiritual bird will be kidnapped by you. Just give it back to Master."
"Master, uncle!" Shen Qingmu had a bitter look on his face when he heard this.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. What's the point of hesitating?" Ziyang scolded.
Shen Qingmu trembled and looked at Zilong timidly, "Uncle. Disciple said, don't be angry."
"Say it quickly!" Zilong was also a little impatient.
Shen Qingmu said, "Spiritual bird, spiritual bird, it, it can't come back."
"Huh?" When the three people heard this, they all had doubts on their faces.
"The spirit bird, the spirit bird was plucked and roasted by my junior uncle." Facing the three people's questioning, Shen Qingmu had no choice but to speak out.
"What? Roasted?"
When the three of them heard this, they exclaimed at the same time, and Zilong couldn't even catch his breath. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master, forgive me. This was all done by my junior uncle. He is the elder. He asked the disciples to do whatever they wanted. I don't dare to stop doing it, uncle. This has nothing to do with the disciple. I only got a bird."
It's just the legs, the rest was eaten by my junior uncle alone." Seeing this, Shen Qingmu quickly kowtowed.
"puff!"
When Zilong heard this, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"You, you, you evil disciple!" Ziyang pointed at Shen Qingmu, trembling and extremely angry, while Zi Qing next to him, for some unknown reason, was actually snickering.
Shen Qingmu was scolded all over his head and face, and Shen Qingmu's body was completely bruised by the scolding. When Ziyang finished scolding him, Shen Qingmu braced himself and said, "Master, Master, for the sake of my disciple saving you today, can you not argue with me about that matter?"
It’s all under the instigation of my junior uncle, and he doesn’t do anything related to his disciples!”
"Good boy, you even talked about conditions. When did you save us? Were you the one who saved us?" Upon hearing this, Ziyang's anger that had just been suppressed suddenly rose again.
"Without disciples, Brother Chen wouldn't have been able to follow him here!" Shen Qingmu argued forcefully.
Ziyang wanted to scold him again, but the injury was too serious. He was afraid that it would affect the wound and add to the injury. He quickly stroked his chest and suppressed his anger, "When I return to Donghua Mountain, I will confront your junior uncle.
I will definitely punish you severely!"
Shen Qingmu did not dare to say more.
"What a waste of natural resources, what a waste of natural resources!" Zilong shook his head and smiled bitterly.
——
cave.
"Brother Chen, where is this place? It's so cold!"
The further inside, the colder Shen Qingyi felt. Even though he summoned his internal strength to resist, he still couldn't help but shiver and rubbed his hands together.
"Is it cold? Why don't you stay outside and I'll go in by myself." Chen Dasheng turned to Shen Qingyi and said, using his spiritual sense to detect, although no danger was found, Chen Dasheng still did not dare to take it lightly.
"No, I want to go in too!"
Shen Qingyi's interest in treasure hunting has not been dampened at all by the harsh environment around her. She has been in the mountains all year round, so such opportunities are obviously rare.
Putting his hand on Shen Qingyi's shoulder, a stream of pure fire energy poured into Shen Qingyi's body. Shen Qingyi suddenly felt that the cold air that invaded him was dispelled, and his whole body felt warm and he no longer felt cold.
"Thank you, Brother Chen!" Shen Qingyi said gratefully to Chen Dasheng after the chill subsided.
"Let's go!"
Chen Dasheng nodded slightly, turned around and continued to go deeper into the cave. Shen Qingyi stood still, his eyes lingering on Chen Dasheng for a moment, a smile flashed on his face, and then he followed.
——
"Wow, what is this? A coffin?"
Soon they came to the end of the cave, and an ice coffin appeared among the ice and mist. Shen Qingyi walked to the ice coffin, her eyes full of novelty.
"Be careful of traps!"
Chen Dasheng gave Shen Qingyi instructions to prevent her from being rash and causing any accidents. His consciousness swept through the cave, and covered by the ice mist, a simple bronze mirror lay quietly on the ground beside the cave wall.
Chen Dasheng walked over and looked back. Shen Qingyi was still studying the ice coffin there. The light in the cave was dim, and the bronze mirror was covered by ice fog, so she couldn't see it.
With a thought, Chen Dasheng put the bronze mirror into the Qiankun Bracelet like a rag collector. Apart from a coffin, there was nothing decent in the cave. Regardless of whether the bronze mirror was a treasure or not, come in.
You can’t leave empty-handed, right?
"Brother Chen, what do you think this ice coffin is for?" Shen Qingyi did not notice Chen Dasheng's little move at all, but stood beside the ice coffin and wondered.
"Since it is a coffin, of course it is used to hold the dead. What else can it be used for?" Chen Dasheng said with a smile.
"I know!" Shen Qingyi raised his head and looked at Chen Dasheng, "But there is no one in this ice coffin!"
"How do I know? Maybe the person who built this ice coffin hasn't had time to use it yet!" Chen Dasheng shook his head, reached out and touched the ice coffin gently. Even though his body was strong, he still felt cold.
"This ice coffin is not simple, I'm afraid it would take tens of thousands of years of cold jade to have such coldness!" The internal force circulated in a circle to drive away the coldness.
"Ten Thousand Years Cold Jade?" Shen Qingyi was also surprised, "Could it be that the treasure of Luoxia Mountain is this ice coffin?"
