i have a sword fairy

Chapter 531 The autumn air is so strong today that it is appropriate to kill someone ([-])

Zhao Rong felt that this might be the last time in his life that he would be tough in front of Gui.

In fact, just before a stick of incense, in that small courtyard with bamboo forest where all the bamboo leaves were gone, he deserved to die.

But it's amazing that, by a small 'accident', he has survived here.

This is the protagonist's halo?This son finally experienced this kind of treatment?But...can you give me a full set, like rescue from heaven, and just take away the old guy who is dying behind me?

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was mostly covered in blood, was holding his sword with one arm, laughing and panting, running alone in the dark and dreary tomb passage.

Not long ago, he told Gui that he wanted to live.

However, right now, Zhao Rong is in the majestic imperial tomb where Emperor Dali had just entered the mausoleum.

"Heh, I don't know how the quality of this imperial tomb is, how long it can keep that old beast out, huh... I got in by relying on the tricks and maps of the craftsmen of the imperial tomb. The old beast doesn't have a specific mechanism." technique, and after a certain period of application time, it becomes more difficult to enter the mausoleum, so we can only force our way...cough cough, huh huh——!"

He grinned, but his breathing became more and more rapid as he ran.

When panting, there was a sound like a bellows deep in my throat, and I would occasionally cough violently in the middle.

Gui couldn't help but said, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Nonsense, I seem to be fine? Cough cough cough..." Zhao Rong nodded and scolded, but then he lowered his head and coughed violently with a smile.

He wanted to raise his right hand to cover his mouth, but soon after he realized that his right arm had been left forever in the small bamboo forest courtyard, it was the phantom limb feeling after the broken arm misled his subconscious mind.

However, by the time Zhao Rong realized this, it was already too late. The movement of protruding forward at the severed part of his right arm made him stagger and become unstable while running wildly.

"boom----!"

The young Confucian scholar lost his balance and fell heavily on the cold and hard floor of the tomb passage.

The floor tiles are not known where the rocks were chiseled from. They are dark and cold, and the coolness seeps into the bones.

Zhao Rong's right cheek was on the ground, his eyelids twitched and turned blue from the pain.

"Uh... ah." With his forehead on the ground, he propped himself up with one hand, barely maintaining his balance and stood up.

at this time.

Boom————!
Boom————! !

Accompanied by a certain loud noise, Zhao Rong only felt that the tomb passages in all directions were like a thin steel cable high in the sky, trembling unceasingly when blown by the strong wind.

He quickly stretched out his left hand, grabbed the wall next to him, and printed a bloody handprint on the wall, barely maintaining his balance.

However, dust and gravel fell from the top of his head, hitting his head, eyelashes, and nose from time to time...

The entire imperial mausoleum has been like this since shortly after Zhao Rong entered. Every once in a while, it seems to be shaken by some "unknowable giant" with brute force, so that "the earth shakes and the mountains shake" once.

Stabilizing his body, the young Confucian scholar continued to run forward with his sword in hand, looking back and cursing with a smile:

"Chasing after your father, chasing after you, come in in such a hurry to recognize your ancestors?"

This is a disfigured old Confucian scholar trying to break the restriction outside the imperial tomb, and listening to the sound, Zhao Rong found that the movement was getting louder every time, and he didn't know how long the imperial tomb could hold and stop the old beast .

"Damn it, come on, I heard from those craftsmen that the magic circle restriction of this imperial mausoleum seems to be built according to the standard of defending monks in the Tianzhi realm. God is not giving me face. My son, the son of destiny, seems to be out of luck. Point. If this golden core cultivator is determined to break in, the imperial tomb will not be able to stop him for long."

The sword spirit was surprisingly calm, "It's good that you know it, and people are alive, and organs are dead. If this old bastard wants to be a fly, he will probably find a gap and slip in soon."

Zhao Rong kept walking, and even ran faster, shuttling through dark corridors that dazzled outsiders.

Seemingly with a purpose, he ran towards a certain place deep in the imperial mausoleum.

While running wildly, he supported the hilt of the sword with one arm, panting violently as his chest heaved violently, while the pale lips that had lost too much blood continued to grin, without the slightest hint of frustration:
"I originally came to the imperial mausoleum today to save the concubines who were buried with me, but I thought I would escape here now. Hahaha, the ups and downs of fate are so fucking exciting."

The young Confucian scholar spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth and continued panting: "But having said that, if there is no this imperial tomb to block me for a while, even if there is a 'hundred miles' with a quiet face, I would probably be dead by now. gone."

In a soft voice, it seems to be talking to himself:

"But... is there any difference, Zhao Rong, you are also trapped in this imperial tomb now, you can only escape inside without looking back, but we will always have no way ahead, and... this is estimated He also hit the lower ring of that old bastard, he just wanted you to be tortured to death, you ran like this, he chased us like a cat and a mouse, and finally appreciated our hopelessness..."

"I know."

Zhao Rong was calm and composed.

He shook his head, "But, Gui, you're such a fucking disappointment."

"I'm telling the truth. It's a critical moment. Let's stop being sloppy and fooling ourselves. If we die, we have to understand it. Maybe we can have a little more life in this way."

"Is it alive..."

On Zhao Rong's haggard face covered with blood, the corners of his raised lips slowly retracted.

at this time.

Boom————! ! !
There was a terrifying tremor that shook the mountains, accompanied by monstrous sound waves.

Zhao Rong slammed on the brakes, leaning his back against the cold wall of the tomb passage, rooting his feet to the floor like a horse, stabilizing his figure.

Not long after, the aftermath of the "earthquake" receded.

It seems... It was thrilling to survive another unknown shock.

Zhao Rong let out a long breath, turned his head panting, looked at the solid tomb walls around him, nodded and said to himself:
"Hold on a little longer, let me hang on a little longer... Anyway, it's a new imperial mausoleum of a great dynasty, and it shouldn't be some kind of scumbag project, otherwise my son really saved you that day..."

When the words fell, he quickly stood up against the wall and continued to move forward.

There is no torch lighting in the tomb passage, and there is no ever-burning lamp like in the tomb robbery stories that Zhao Rong has heard.

Right now, there are only a few night pearls inlaid on the hilt of Zhao Rong's hand, emitting a faint halo.

According to the memory of the imperial tomb map, he was running in these dark tomb passages, gradually deepening, running towards the place deep in the imperial tomb.

This imperial mausoleum is very large, with countless tomb chambers and tomb passages. If he hadn't obtained a detailed map from the mausoleum craftsman in advance, and had the ability to remember with a photographic memory after years of reading, [-]% of them would be blind and lost now.

Da da da da———!
In the quiet passage, there was only the sound of Zhao Rong's hurried footsteps.

Gui seemed to have noticed something at this moment.

It was quiet, and suddenly said in a serious tone:

"Zhao Rong, tell me the truth, have you thought of any way to survive? When is this, and you are still hiding it? Come on, let's discuss it together."

While running, the young Confucian scholar, who silently adjusted the true energy of the red dragon in the meridians in his body, came back to his senses, took a breath, and nodded:

"Well, does waiting for an 'accident' count?"

Gui Yi choked, speechless for a moment, and said in a concentrated voice:

"That means there is no plan, just running away and resigning yourself to fate? Are you trying to stall for time and wait for Zhao Qian'er, who is out of danger, to come to rescue the soldiers?"

Sword Spirit sighed, and calmly analyzed: "Her side should be the fastest to arrive right now. Others, such as Yan Jidao who gave you Maple Leaf protection, and...Zhu Yourong, they are far away in Duyou, even if they are the last Hurry up, it will take about an hour, so don't count on them... Let's talk about Zhao Qian'er, she found a rescuer but..."

"But I'm no longer in the bamboo forest yard."

Zhao Rong interrupted softly, running forward without stopping.

He lowered his eyes and sighed slightly:
"So it might be difficult for them to find this imperial tomb, and it will take more time to find it. I didn't expect that I would escape into this imperial tomb in the end, so I didn't mention it to Qian'er, it was just a joke Ambiguity is an interesting place..."

Gui also sighed.

Rescue is nowhere in sight.

Right now, getting into this imperial mausoleum is both a protection and a tomb.

The former is short-lived, the latter long-lasting.

They... only have this dead end in the tomb passage where they can't see the "light" but will eventually end.

At this time, there was another sharp turn ahead. Zhao Rong turned around, avoided a dangerous mechanism marked on the map, and turned into a passage leading to a deeper tomb.

At this time, he shook his head and nodded again.

"Well, it seems that the road of waiting for the rescue is not going to work. Then... I only have the last road left."

Jian Ling woke up immediately, and ignited some fire of hope, "What way?"

In the narrow and dark tomb passage, the young Confucian scholar raised his head and stared straight ahead at the unknown dark front.

Showing white bloody teeth.

"It's better to ask for someone than to ask for yourself."

Sword Spirit was startled.

……

The so-called imperial mausoleum, "ling" means as tall as a mountain mausoleum.

This is the patent of the imperial mausoleum, and in the tombs of the emperors in the mountain mausoleum, the large tombs form a majestic underground palace, which is extraordinarily gorgeous and extremely spectacular.

The same is true of this Dali imperial mausoleum.

However, Zhao Rong, who was deep in it, although he had no time to stop and enjoy the leisurely walk along the way, he was deeply moved.

It's fucking big.

When he passed through the tomb passages lined with traps everywhere, he finally came to the periphery of a magnificent underground palace.

In front of him is a 'moat' filled with mercury.

Surrounded by the 'moat' is the underground palace.

This underground palace is also the main body of the entire imperial mausoleum. According to what Zhao Rong saw on the map, it is a huge square space with a round dome dotted with the sun, moon and stars...

The entire underground palace is composed of main buildings such as palace walls, palace gates, turrets, front hall, the palace where the emperor's coffin is located, and the back bedroom where the former emperor's concubine was buried.

There are also some storage rooms, tomb passages and corridors scattered among them.

The overall layout is like a real imperial city on the ground, which was built in imitation of the magnificent cold palace in Dali Hanjing.

Zhao Rong looked around carefully in front of the mercury 'moat'.

He stood with his sword in his hand, adjusted his breath, sorted out his energy, and waited quietly for a while.

After another "earth shaking and mountain shaking" in the imperial mausoleum, Zhao Rong suddenly moved to activate a hidden mechanism marked on the map.

He passed through the 'moat' and entered the magnificent underground palace imitating the cold palace.

"Is the layout of the cold palace... This young master is familiar with it, and has been there many times."

After passing through the corridor and entering the underground palace, Zhao Rong's vision suddenly opened up, and he, who was pale and bloodless, forced a smile and muttered.

Zhao Rong raised his head and looked at the bright pearls dotted on the circular dome symbolizing the roundness of the sky.

They symbolize the stars, and they are guarding the bright crystal moon in the center.

Sword Spirit agreed: "That's a small advantage."

Zhao Rong looked away from the dome, and sighed with a smile: "Well, it's also thanks to that Dugu family, my son is very familiar with the roads in this cold palace, especially the Guanghan Palace in the harem where she lives. familiar again."

While speaking, the young Confucian scholar went straight through the palace gate, turret, and front hall of the underground palace.

In the meantime, passing by a collection of treasures filled with treasures, he also did not squint.

Right now, the young Confucian scholar has entered the most important and most fortified royal palace in the entire underground palace.

The palace of the king is majestic and majestic, with a huge dragon coffin parked in the center, and some strange tomb layouts are displayed in front of you.

Yet he kept on walking.

Keep going.

Gui couldn't help but said, "Zhao Rong, where are we going now? Do you have a plan?"

"Of course there is."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Didn't you say it all? I'm familiar with this. Let's go straight in and go to the back hall of the underground palace to find the concubines of Emperor Dali."

Gui: "..."

How the hell are you so keen on finding the widow of the late Emperor?It was the same when I was looking for Dugu's!

What time is it now and you still... really deserve to be you, Zhao Rong.

Jian Ling's tone was sincere and serious: "Oh, then the former Emperor Dali who is lying in the middle of the hall now must be very pleased if he knows how Mr. Zhao is so familiar with the road."

The young Confucian scholar who said, "It is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself" did not laugh.

He murmured a few times in his heart, and suddenly stopped ahead of time.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, there was another deafening crash, accompanied by an unprecedented "earth shaking and mountain shaking".

Dust and stones rustled down.

The young Confucian scholar held his sword alone and stood silently on the spot.

He stopped supporting the wall in embarrassment, and his feet were firmly planted on the floor.

He closed his eyes, his body was covered with dust, so he lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Zhao Rong has roughly grasped the frequency gap of 'The Earth Shakes and the Mountains Shake', but at this moment, he is not a little happy in his heart, because... the law that has been summed up will soon be useless.

It seems that the prohibition of this imperial mausoleum can no longer last the next time.

The old beast... is coming in.

At this moment, when the shock and shaking of the tomb passage gradually subsided, Zhao Rong did not move on immediately.

He lowered his head, stretched out his hand silently, groped into his bosom, and then took out something from Sumeru.

Through the dim light emitted by the dome pearl above the head, one can roughly see...

This seems to be a well-kept white jade tablet, and a cute little sachet that is clumsily embroidered but carefully stitched and threaded.

"Give me a face, and hang on for a little longer."

In the slender tomb passage leading to the apse of the royal palace of the underground palace, the young Confucian scholar whispered without raising his head, and then continued to move forward.

The only remaining left hand was tightly holding the jade tablet and the sachet.

Before giving a warm welcome to a disfigured old Confucian scholar, he had to complete... one last thing.

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