In front of the cliff, there are faint clouds and mist.
Feng Ziqing looked at the clouds and mist in front of her quietly, hesitating in her heart whether to go down or not.
Scar Liu roared loudly before, but the sound could not be heard. However, Chen Sha Yanhu did not make a sound before. He obviously knew this. Could it be that this was some kind of formation?
He took a few steps forward and came to the chain. He used his spiritual power to detect it and made sure it was not a common object. He took a heavy sword and chopped it down hard.
Bang! After a heavy sound, the chain was not damaged at all, leaving only a shallow scratch.
He looked around and saw that there were no slender things like vines. It was obvious that he couldn't get down by himself. He had to go to the village to find a rope. At this time, the villagers gathered, and they could only wait until they found out that their leader was dead.
They dispersed and searched secretly.
Half an hour later, the crowd in the square gradually became restless, and the leaders still did not show up. After discussion, several leaders, big and small, headed for the cliff.
As can be imagined, the leaders panicked and concluded that the government was serious about suppressing the bandits. Some advocated killing the Fourth Master's subordinates for revenge, while others were willing to risk their lives and plan to escape. The only one who advocated staying behind to defend the enemy was Chen Sha.
confidant.
Everyone couldn't reach an agreement, and then they started fighting and each of them ran away.
After hearing the news, the bandits at the foot of the mountain lost control of the situation and began to flee the village with their families.
Most of the bandits who went up the mountain with Dao Scar Liu had some strength. When they saw that the situation was not going well, they rubbed their feet with oil. However, they were just a step too slow and were surrounded by another wave of bandits who advocated revenge. If there was no extra words, they started fighting on the spot.
The village is gradually dyed bright red.
The bandits dispersed, and two hours later, the village was in a mess, the buildings were empty, and the gate of the village was broken in several places and was on the verge of collapse.
After only half a day's work, he was in such a situation. Looking at the slightly dilapidated village and the brothers who had finally gathered behind him, Chen Sha's confidant smiled miserably and waved his hand, "Let's all run for our lives."
Everyone who had originally been determined to die had completely disappeared at this moment. There was no point in guarding an empty stronghold.
If someone took the lead, others would naturally follow. After a while, he was the only one left. He sat on the ground in a daze for a while, and vaguely heard the sound of sword fighting not far away. He tightened the sword in his hand,
He ran over there with blood-red eyes.
Feng Ziqing stood on a remote high ground, overlooking the sudden change in the village below. He had no intention of taking action. The people who originally went up the mountain with him were bandits. Since they chose this path, they would have to bear the consequences.
The sound of fighting gradually became quieter, then a roar resounded throughout the village, and then it became quiet.
Half an hour later, Feng Ziqing saw that there was no one in the stronghold, so he went down to the stronghold, found several bundles of hemp rope, knotted them and extended them, and then went down the cliff.
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Under the cliff.
The wind was blowing downwards, and the surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, but there was nothing strange about the cliff under the cliff. He tried swinging back and forth, but it was still the same.
It's strange. Could it be that I'm overthinking it? He looked at the rope under him and saw that there was still a little bit left, so let's continue down. If it really didn't matter, forget it.
He continued downward, and the rope became shorter and shorter. Suddenly, his feet stopped and he looked down. It turned out to be a tree. Feng Ziqing was a little disappointed. Alas, in the end, he caught nothing.
He touched the cliff and saw that the surface was covered with a thick layer of ice formed by the low temperature. He cursed a few times and said, "What the hell is this place?" He was about to go up when suddenly something happened in his heart.
No! How can a tree grow in such a low temperature? There is something wrong with this tree!
His mind moved, and he held the heavy sword in his hand. Feng Ziqing began to beat the surrounding ice. As it continued to beat, the ice around his body gradually shattered.
He looked at the cliff carefully and found that there was nothing like runes on it, so he turned his attention to the tree at his feet.
Feng Ziqing wrapped his left hand around the long rope, raised his heavy sword high, and slashed hard towards the middle of the tree.
Bang! The tree was not cut, it was as hard as a chain on a cliff, and there was no other reaction.
Feng Ziqing felt angry because he hadn't caught anything. There must be something mysterious about this tree. Damn it, I still don't believe it! If it doesn't work in one try, then ten times. If it doesn't work in ten times, then it needs a hundred times!
Dang! Dang! Dang! The sound of knocking resounded through the cliff. Until the thirty-seventh time, the sound of knocking suddenly changed! The sound that was originally relatively clear and high-pitched suddenly became much lower. Feng Ziqing felt happy. Sure enough, there was a sound.
doorway!
On the seventy-third beat, the sound became deeper again, this time like a bell, extremely rich.
At the 109th stroke, the sound suddenly disappeared. When Feng Ziqing was wondering, the ice in front of him suddenly cracked and gradually spread.
Bang bang bang! The ice keeps breaking and falling off the cliff.
After a long time, the tree under her feet suddenly moved slowly to the left. Fortunately, there was a rope, and Feng Ziqing hurriedly stabilized her body.
The hard tree gradually moved to the left, and then stopped after about three to five feet.
With a click, the cliff in front of Feng Ziqing shook, a rumble sounded, and a stone door appeared above his tree and in front of his eyes.
He raised his body and jumped into the stone door.
The moment he entered the stone gate, his eyes suddenly lit up. A huge bead embedded in the roof of the cave, emitting dazzling white light, came into view, and the surrounding area suddenly became bright.
Feng Ziqing looked around, this was a cultivation cave.
There is a guqin on the desk in the middle, which is covered with dust. Behind the guqin is an empty stone bed. On the wall behind the stone bed are four large characters "Hearing the sound and entering the mirror" engraved across the wall.
On the left side of the stone bed is a row of bookshelves. In front of the bookshelf is an Eight Immortals table with an opened book; on the right side is a chime, with a portrait hanging on the side of the chime, but regardless of
How Feng Ziqing uses his spiritual power, the faces of the people in the painting cannot be seen clearly, and the same is true for the inscriptions on the painting, but just looking at the figure and clothes, they are full of fairy spirit.
On the wall next to the chime, there is also a huge round fancy bronze mirror hanging. The carvings between the mirror edge and the mirror surface are quite strange, resembling lotus but not lotus. The flowers bloom on the same stem, one black and one white.
Feng Ziqing looked in the mirror and found that her figure and clothes were clearly visible, but no matter how her body swayed back and forth, her face in the mirror was always blurry.
Weird! I can’t see my face clearly when I look in the mirror, so why do I need this mirror?
Feng Ziqing walked back and forth in the cave to make sure there was no mechanism or anything like that, then he sat down, picked up the opened book on the table, and read it carefully.
The title of the book is Fuyun Rhythm Collection. Feng Ziqing briefly browsed through it, and it was written about where there are masters of rhythm in Fuyun continent, and where there are famous musical instruments and music handed down from ancient times. Feng Ziqing pursed his lips, showing no interest.
After putting down the book, he stood up and looked through the bookshelf. Without exception, they were all books about music. Then he came to the chime and knocked randomly. The sound was clear and sweet. It was a good thing, but it was a pity that it was not suitable for me. Finally, he turned his eyes
Turn to the guqin.
I squatted in front of the desk and took a look at the guqin. I couldn't see anything wrong with it. I reached out to hold the guqin, but it didn't move. So I tried my best to keep it the same.
He angrily slapped the guqin and plucked his fingers randomly. The sound of the qin suddenly resounded through the cave, a rumble suddenly sounded, and the stone bed began to turn over.