Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 807 Wanlong Nest

Di Yucheng said with an innocent face: "I just opened the scroll and took a look at it out of the aesthetic heart of appreciating ancient paintings. I didn't expect this painting to be so weird that it dragged me in."

"Then you sure don't know how to get out?" Di Jiuchen asked Di Yucheng with a mentality of giving it a try.

After all, Emperor Yucheng has studied antiques for many years, so he can only hope that he has a little understanding of this weird painting.

"I don't know, but since I can come in, I can definitely go out. I feel relieved with you two here. Let's find a way to get out slowly." Emperor Yucheng is open-minded. Don't worry about being bitten to death by ants alone.

At this time, a cat's tail was raised in the lake full of ant corpses. Di Jiuchen heard the movement in the water, and guarded Jiang Louyue behind him very vigilantly, staring at the water in the lake carefully.

It was the humble dragon emerging from the lake, cursing in his mouth: "This damned ant actually bit me just now."

"Uncle Meow, why are you here?"

Jiang Louyue clearly remembered that Jianlong was not by her side when she opened the scroll.

"I'm unlucky too. I saw you and Sujue were looking at something, so I jumped out of curiosity and wanted to follow along, but it turned out that this jump was a good thing, and I jumped into the painting."

"Uncle Meow, is there any way for you to get out of here?"

The cheap dragon went ashore and shook the water on his body: "I really don't know where Emperor Yucheng found this evil map. This map is called the Huangxian Experience Map. I don't know how to get out, because no one comes out with this map." Pass."

"What did you say? Has no one ever gone out?" Di Yucheng panicked and said, "Uncle Meow, are you kidding me? I still want to go out to find Yunxi. How can Yunxi live without me?"

Uncle Miao gave Emperor Yucheng a blank look: "Without you, Yun Xi lived happier. You troublemaker, you caused a catastrophe this time. It is said that Taoist Xiaoyao completed this picture on the eve of his ascension. There are countless people who have entered the picture over the years, but none of them can come back."

Instead of calling it the Immortal Yellow Map, it would be better to call it the Yellow Spring Map, where there are nine deaths but no life.

Hearing this, Di Jiuchen also frowned and said: "If others can't get out, it doesn't mean that we can't get out either. The so-called fairy must have a spiritual source to support it. If the spiritual source is destroyed, we will definitely be able to get out."

Jianlong shook his head and said: "It's easy for you to think, every flower and grass here may be the spiritual source that supports the world in this painting, can you find it?"

"The spiritual source will definitely be different from the surroundings. Let's look for it carefully." Jiang Louyue calmed down the pessimism of Emperor Yucheng and Uncle Miao.

So the three of them and one cat walked in the woods all afternoon.

Unfortunately, no useful clues were found.

It wasn't until he walked out of the woods that Emperor Yucheng exclaimed, "Look at that."

Looking in the direction pointed by Emperor Yucheng, there is a small house, emitting green smoke. It is obvious that someone is cooking, and it looks like a small village in size, with a lot of people living there.

Uncle Meow moved his nose, sniffed a few times and said, "They are cooking fish!"

After speaking, he quickly ran towards the small village, and Di Yucheng also happily ran towards the village wearing his golden silk armor.

Although Jiang Louyue and Di Jiuchen felt that the village appeared a little abruptly, they had to follow when they saw Uncle Miao and Di Yucheng running so fast.

As soon as Jiang Louyue entered the village, people in several houses opened the windows and looked at Jiang Louyue, Di Jiuchen and the others, but did not speak.

It wasn't until a long time later that an old man with a gray beard came out and stood in front of Jiang Louyue and said, "You guys just entered the painting, right?"

"Well, could it be you too?" Jiang Louyue questioned.

The old man with the gray beard nodded and replied: "Yes, I am also the person who entered this painting, not just me, everyone in this village entered this painting from the outside, but it has not appeared here for one or two hundred years Newcomer."

"No way, you haven't found a way out for 200 years?" Di Yucheng looked at the old man with gray beard in surprise.

"Cough cough." The old man coughed twice, propped up the crutch in his hand and smiled awkwardly and replied: "It's just that no newcomers have come in for 200 years. In our village, there are already some who came in first." Hundreds of years."

Di Yucheng's eyes were sharp, and when he looked down, he saw the red ring finger on the old man's ring finger. There was a faint blood in the ring finger, and it looked like a precious thing.

"Old man, are you Xu Qing, the tomb robber who was nicknamed Shalifei 200 years ago?"

The old man smiled foolishly: "That's all my name back then. I'm getting old. I didn't expect you to know my name."

Di Yucheng excitedly said: "I have been reading the Encyclopedia of Tomb Robbers written by you since I was a child, and I respect and love you very much."

The old man hadn't heard someone praise him so much for a long time. He coughed excitedly, his face turned red and said, "There are cooked fish at home, do you want to come in and taste it?"

As soon as Uncle Miao heard about the fish, he slid in without waiting for the old man's invitation.

Di Jiuchen didn't expect that at this time, Di Yucheng still had the leisure to discuss the experience of tomb robbery with the seniors.

I had no choice but to interject: "Senior, you have lived here for a long time, do you have any useful information for us?"

The old man thought for a while and said: "The forest on the west side was turned upside down by us a hundred years ago. It's useless. To the north is Wanlong's Nest, which is separated from here by the forest prison. Wanlong's Nest should be in It was already in the painting thousands of years ago, and we have always wanted to contact the seniors of the dragon clan, but we have no choice but to make it through, and many people have died because of it.”

"Dragon?" Uncle Miao said excitedly as he stood on the window with a fish in his mouth.

"Not bad, and it's 100% a real dragon." The old man vowed.

"The emperor is going to see them." Qianlong looked northward with a fish in his mouth, expectant.

Di Yucheng said to Di Jiuchen and Jiang Louyue in a serious manner: "Uncle has some long-standing confusion in his heart and needs to ask Senior Xu, so Uncle Wanlong Chao will not go."

Di Jiuchen said: "Okay, Uncle Seventeen, you can wait in this village, I will go with Lou Yue."

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Mori prison.

The endless black forest.

Every tree here is dry, with mottled black textures on the branches.

No insects, no birds, no animals.

The breath of life was almost cut off.

Standing at the foot of the forest prison, Jiang Louyue and Di Jiuchen couldn't help frowning. Their faces were gloomy, their breathing was suppressed, and their chests were tight.

"Wanlong's Nest, is it really after Sen Prison?"

In Di Jiuchen's dark eyes, there was a hint of suspicion, "Why can't I feel even a trace of the real dragon's breath. Those villagers must be lying to us."

(End of this chapter)