To be precise, it is not the language of birds and beasts, but the emotions and thoughts of birds and beasts. This is a talent only possessed by beast-controlling monks.
Since Lao Niu knows that something is buried somewhere nearby, it must be true.
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat grass. Now you are mine." Luo Li gave his brother a wink and followed Lao Niu.
The old cow actually leaned down and pretended to carry Luo Li on his back.
Luo Li chuckled, climbed onto the cow's back lightly, touched the cow's neck, and chuckled: "Old cow, old cow, full of bones."
Luo Ning also winked at Li Dingguo, and the two of them followed suit.
The skinny old cow now carried Luo Li on his back, happily raising his majestic horns, and went upstream along the small river in the village.
A sense of joy after escaping from life and gaining freedom.
If there is no rope on the nose, the sky and the earth will not be closed at night.
What is it that makes a great monk be so cautious before dying?
"Dig!" Luo Ning thought for a moment and then started digging immediately.
When Luo Ning said this, his whole body was suddenly filled with spiritual energy. He flew up like a big bird and landed on a big tree more than ten feet away.
No matter how careful Luo Ning was, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as pale as paper.
"After the man buried the small box, a white light flew out of his body, but he didn't go far before he fell down and died."
The moment his consciousness touched the little black box, a sharp pain from his soul suddenly invaded the spiritual platform.
The body emits white light, which is of course the magical power of flying swords only possessed by great monks.
But Li Dingguo and Luo Li still couldn't help but open their eyes wide.
"One autumn, a man covered in blood fell from the sky and fell into the valley. He buried a small box under the tree and crushed it with a big stone."
"If it were an ordinary person... no, even a ninth-grade monk would be dead by now."
"As long as you enter martial arts, you will naturally be able to do it when the time comes."
Luo Ning couldn't help but groan in pain, and his body was shaking.
It is not difficult to deduce what happened twenty years ago.
After swallowing the ghost bait fruit, the injured soul immediately recovered quickly, and Luo Ning felt much better.
The old cow passed through the village, and the old horse walked towards the valley outside the village as if it knew the way.
"Brother, what a trick!" Li Dingguo suddenly showed a look of wonder and envy.
The material of this box is a kind of black jade, which is a spiritual object.
"Don't go!" Li Dingguo grabbed her, took a big step, and rushed over to support Luo Ning, "Brother, you..."
"Li'er is so happy." Luo Ning felt more comfortable when he saw his sister happy.
Luo Ning walked freely in the grass, picking wild flowers in the meadow from a distance, and said nonchalantly:
"There are orchids, they smell so good." Luo Li rode an old ox with dignity, like a little daughter-in-law riding a donkey.
There was a bluestone half buried in the soil under the ancient pine. The old cow bowed his head and licked the bluestone.
Li Dingguo also had a hint of doting in his eyes, "My little sister is innocent, simple in temperament, pitiful and cute!"
Under the setting sun on a green mountain, an old cow carrying a cardamom girl creates a vivid silhouette in the sunset. The childish girl's laughter dances like a skylark, gradually exaggerating among the mountains, and the lingering sound is like water.
At this time, the sun sets and night falls, which is a good time to dig.
It's not that it has no uses... but it's very limited, such as flying over rivers and mountain streams.
After saying that, he took a deep breath and looked at the little black box again.
He wanted to tell his sister and Li Dingguo that the power of monks was not as magical as they imagined. At least this was true for low-level monks of the seventh, eighth and ninth grades.
He endured the pain of his soul, gritted his teeth, offered the ghost bait fruit in the stage space, and took a big bite.
Luo Li didn't care so much, he just thought his brother was awesome.
Luo Ning was very careful. He asked Li Dingguo and Luo Li to retreat, and then carefully used his spiritual consciousness to scan the small black box.
Luo Ning opened the small black box and saw that it turned out to be an ancient painting.
While Luo Ning was running his skills to sort out his soul, he coughed: "Ahem...it's been twenty years, and this restriction is still so powerful, that person..."
Not Chinese, but Tubo, or ancient Tubo. Luo Ning used Ling Daozhu's magical translation power, and the message conveyed by the ancient Tubo characters made Luo Ning stunned:
"Almost a month later, his body was discovered by villagers, who buried him on the spot."
"At this speed, you can't avoid the powerful bows in the air, and it can't last long. Its use is very limited."
Luo Ning continued: "The spells of low-level monks only look magical, and they are definitely not as powerful as ordinary people imagine."
An orchid two or three feet away was picked from the air and gently inserted into Luo Li's bun.
Falling from the sky... it must be a monk, and it may be a very high-level monk.
Opening the painting carefully, ancient and strange words appeared.
While the three of them were talking, they were already five or six miles into the valley, and the sun was about to sink into the green mountains.
After digging a few more feet, I found a small black box one foot long and three inches high.
The soul was severely damaged in an instant!
Luo Li groaned, his eyes full of surprise.
There was a great monk who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, so he buried important things here. After Feijian sent a message, he finally died.
The speed of this wind control technique... is indeed inescapable of strong bows. If it is used for traveling, it is not as good as a horse.
Luo Ning nodded and smiled, suddenly using his spiritual power, he made a shadow of his hand and took a photo of the orchids in the air.
When Luo Ning heard this, he immediately understood that this thing was by no means an ordinary thing, and neither was that person.
After Luo Li finished speaking, he pointed to an unknown grave not far away, "That man's body is buried there."
Looking at the ghost bait fruit with only half of it left, Luo Ning wanted to cry but had no tears.
Li Dingguo said: "Who says it's not the case? After working as a cow and a horse for twenty years, they were eventually skinned and eaten. Aren't there many people like this old cow who ended up miserable?"
Under the influence of spiritual power, Luo Ning, who was more than a thousand pounds strong, quickly moved away the big bluestone.
Li Dingguo knew clearly that Luo Ning was right.
"What is this? It's just a three-foot pick-up method that eighth-grade monks will do. The range doesn't exceed three feet, and the weight doesn't exceed three kilograms. It's actually of little use."
The valley is full of luxuriant grass, ancient trees, dense vines, and rugged rocks, making it a quiet place.
But I saw Lao Niu slowly walking to the foot of an ancient pine tree like a horned dragon and refusing to leave.
Luo Ning shook his head and said: "I'm fine, don't worry. The things in this box are not trivial. We will definitely make a profit or lose."
"Brother." Luo Li jumped off the cow's back, "The old cow said that twenty years ago, when it was still a calf, it often ran to this valley to eat green grass."
When Luo Ning saw this, he couldn't help but said: "Plowing a thousand acres will yield a thousand boxes. If you are exhausted and exhausted, who will be injured again? Even though it is just an animal, it is still embarrassing."
The speed is not very fast, just like the flight of a pheasant, not much better than a fast horse.
This was the first time Luo Ning took the initiative to demonstrate his magic in front of others. He stood on the canopy of the tree and said with a smile:
"Look, this is the wind control technique of the eighth-grade Taoist cultivator. It looks powerful, but it consumes a lot of spiritual power, and it will be exhausted at a distance of a hundred feet."
Twenty years later, although the restrictions on the little black box severely damaged Luo Ning's soul, the remaining magic power had also disappeared.
This bite cost at least a thousand taels of silver!
"Brother, you..." Luo Li looked worried and regretful.
"Brother!" Seeing Luo Ning suddenly vomiting blood, Luo Li was so frightened that his face turned pale and he was about to rush over.
"Dingmi Burial Map of Liangzhou!"
Liangzhou Ding...isn't that one of the Nine Dings in ancient books? Today's Yizhou belongs to ancient Liangzhou.
This picture is actually the drawing of burying the Liangzhou tripod?
Even though Luo Ning was a good-natured person, his hands couldn't help but tremble a little at this moment.
He had made many guesses before, but he never expected that it was the big secret about Liangzhou Ding!
PS: For the reward of "One Inn, One City" from Crab's new cute protagonist, updates cannot be added in the new book issue. Updates will be made after it is released!
I didn’t expect it to be a picture of a hidden cauldron. This thing is hot! What will Brother Ning do?