In this way, after walking about thirty meters, we entered a stone chamber of about one hundred square meters and about five meters high. It was empty and filled with the smell of dust.
"It's all for nothing, there is no treasure, this is just a shabby place for monks to retreat." Leng Ling'er made a shrug.
Ding Fan also judged this. There could be no treasure in a retreat place. As for how many years it had been there, there was no way of knowing. Anyway, there was nothing left that should have rotted away.
There is no road, everything is clear at a glance.
"These monks are so poor that they have nothing left." Ding Fan regretfully kicked the thin dust on the ground with his feet.
"The resources in the human world are already scarce, and many monks will never be able to break through even when they are old, so they are working in vain." Leng Ling'er snorted.
"Let's look for it. If there really isn't anything, let's leave as soon as possible."
With some reluctance, Ding Fan began to search the secret room. He used his Dharma Eyes to observe carefully, but found no mechanism and no strange smell.
Just when he was disappointed, Leng Ling'er's voice came, "Xiaofan, there are some things recorded here."
Ding Fan hurried over and found that the stone wall was relatively flat and had many strange symbols carved on it. Some of them he recognized were spiritual texts, but they were all single characters and could not be read into sentences.
Some of the symbols other than the spiritual text looked familiar, but I didn't recognize them at all.
Ding Fan still took out his mobile phone, turned on the flash, took pictures of all the words on the wall, and kept them for later study!
"Here, there is a small sword!"
Not far away, Leng Ling'er made another discovery. Ding Fan was overjoyed and hurried over to take a look. He curled his lips and saw that there was no small sword. There was just a small sword figure carved on the wall.
"Ling'er, what do you think this symbol means?" Ding Fan asked.
"The shape of a barracuda is the legendary flying sword." Leng Ling'er thought.
Flying swords are, of course, legends, and no one has ever seen them.
It is recorded in the book that the great monk can control the flying sword with his thoughts. The flying sword can travel thousands of miles to kill people without moving his body. He is indestructible and can hit every target.
It is said that some flying swords are also magic weapons for flying. You can stand on them and fly in the air, which is very cool!
"It would be great if I could refine a flying sword." Ding Fan sighed.
"It's useless for you to refine it. The flying sword can only be controlled by Yuanying monks, and the cultivation level is still a million miles away." Leng Ling'er laughed sarcastically.
The next level up from the Golden Core Monk is the Nascent Soul Monk, which possesses immortal clones and has unimaginable power. Ding Fan only has a Qi Pill, and there is still a long way to go before he can condense the Golden Core.
Based on reality and giving up unrealistic fantasies, if he could condense it into a golden elixir and increase his longevity, Ding Fan would be very satisfied.
"So, don't get entangled with those stupid women, and you have to practice hard!" Leng Ling'er kept chattering, and Ding Fan's ears became calloused.
"Xiaofan, don't turn a deaf ear to what I say, otherwise you will just stare blankly when you have a baby."
The less Ding Fan paid attention, the more unwilling Leng Ling'er became. She floated in front of her and started chattering incessantly. Ding Fan pushed it subconsciously, but his hand touched the shape of the small sword. He was suddenly startled, feeling that it seemed to be very soft here.
What situation?
Ding Fan scratched the back of his head, then took out the dagger and dug it in according to the pattern of the small sword. Immediately, debris fell down one after another.
"Haha, there is a treasure inside." Leng Ling'er laughed.
"Don't make any noise, you'll scare the baby away." Ding Fan frowned.
"Nonsense, only you can hear my voice."
"Hey, I'm sorry, I forgot that you are a spirit ghost."
"Humph, sooner or later I will become a real person, more beautiful than your sisters." Leng Ling'er hummed.
"Yes, she is the most beautiful!"
While they were bickering, Ding Fan actually dug out something and roughly cleaned up the soil. It was a small sword made of mud, blue-gray in color and about the size of a little finger.
"There must be something wrong with this person. He is trying to hide such a useless thing." Ding Fan picked it up and was quite disappointed. It was completely a child's toy.
"Impossible, monks wouldn't be so boring." Leng Ling'er said seriously.
"But can you feel the strange smell above?" Ding Fan asked.
Leng Ling'er shook her head, indeed she couldn't.
There was no aura under his eyes, so Ding Fan squeezed it hard, cracks appeared on it, and then turned into powder.
Just as he was about to throw it away, Ding Fan discovered that as the powder continued to fall, a small black sword appeared inside, only the size of the knuckle of his little finger.
I couldn't tell what kind of material it was made of. It just looked like cast iron and held no weight in my hand. Ding Fan tried hard again, but not even a trace was left on it.
"Hey, I really got a treasure." Ding Fan raised his sword.
"Let me see!" Leng Ling'er came closer, suddenly startled, and exclaimed, "Oh my God, Xiaofan, you really got a flying sword, did you?"
"This is a flying sword? So small? And it doesn't have any breath at all!" Ding Fan was still confused. It looked like a broken thing thrown on the street and no one picked it up. "But it is really strong and not easy to break.
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"Quickly, try injecting a little bit of vitality into it."
Ding Fan held it in his hand and tried to inject a trace of true energy into the hilt of the sword.
The small sword suddenly changed, with a layer of cyan aura lingering on it, and black lines swimming in it, much like flowing runes.
The magic weapon is undoubtedly!
Ding Fan was so excited that he finally didn't waste his time.
Ha ha ha ha!
It was Leng Ling'er who burst into laughter. The laughter echoed in his mind, making his head hurt. Leng Ling'er kissed Feijian devoutly and then excitedly turned into a shadow. The madness he showed was rare.
"Haha, flying sword, flying sword, I love flying sword!"
"Um, Ling'er, calm down. I don't have enough cultivation, so I can't use it."
Ding Fan regrets that he has already felt that he cannot continue to inject true energy, and the changes of Feijian are limited to this. And becoming a Yuanying stage monk is far away.
However, Leng Ling'er was very confident, "Xiaofan, I believe more and more that you are the one chosen by God! You will be useful one day!"
"There's still a million miles to go!"
"Although your name is Ding Fan, your fortune is extraordinary. It's hard to say that you made a breakthrough overnight." Leng Ling'er praised, who is so lucky to get a ready-made flying sword, and the quality of the flying sword is also very good.
Of course, Ding Fan didn't believe this. Even if he formed the golden elixir, the cultivation of Nascent Soul would take a long time, and there was no shortcut.
Putting away the flying sword, the two left the secret room, covered the stone slab again, covered it with a layer of soil, and moved a few pieces of turf.
After sitting on the top of the mountain to rest for a while, Ding Fan slowly walked down the mountain and continued to the south. After climbing over two mountains, he reached the vicinity of Yuetang Village.
Because she got the flying sword, Leng Ling'er was very excited and kept chattering along the way. Ding Fan was so annoyed that he almost lost contact with his consciousness.
I'm so happy, although Feijian is good, Brother Fan can't use it at the moment, let alone a spirit ghost like her!