Tomb of Immortals

Chapter 294
Guo Delong stood there blankly, as if immersed in some deep memory.

Bao Tian and the others looked at him, and they would think of it at this time. It should be related to this situation, right?Even Lu Longwei, who was the most irritable among them, didn't wake up Guo Delong. They stood beside Guo Delong, waiting patiently for Guo Delong without saying a word.

After a while, Guo Delong finally exhaled a long breath and came back to his senses.

"Guo Daoyou, what did you think of?" Lu Longwei couldn't help asking first.

Guo Delong shook his head slightly, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and then said: "Fellow Taoists, have you ever heard of a poem called "Chrysanthemum Terrace" that has been circulating in our Central Plains for an unknown number of years?"

Bao Tian and the others looked at each other, Wu Liuzhi curled his lips and said, "Since it's spread in the Central Plains, how can I find out?" , Everyone dislikes him.

Guo Delong took a look at Wu Liuzhi. After all, Wu Liuzhi was invited by him, and he couldn't do anything to Wu Liuzhi, so he ignored Wu Liuzhi's attitude and said to everyone: ""Chrysanthemum Terrace" has been circulated in our Central Plains for many years. , it is said that it was spread after Emperor Murong, but I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know who was the first person to sing it. At this time, Guo remembered that it was only because the lyrics in the "Chrysanthemum Terrace" seemed to be This is the place."

"Oh?" Everyone looked at each other, Lu Longwei said: "Guo Daoyou might as well sing it for me to hear what is the connection."

Guo Delong did not refuse, cleared his throat and sang softly with his hands: "Your tears are weak and wounded, the pale moon bends, hooking the past... the chrysanthemum is broken, the ground is full of wounds, your smile has already spread Huang. The flower is heartbroken, and my mind is quietly flowing..."

Although Guo Delong's singing voice is really not beautiful, the desolate and tactful artistic conception of this song, the light sadness that is sentimental but not decadent is really touching.The majestic yet sad and tactful lyrics exaggerated the sorrow of the hero in troubled times to the extreme.

At the end of the song, everyone was a little silent, immersed in the artistic conception for a long time and could not let go.

It was Wu Liuzhi who broke the silence first, he shook his head and said: "Although this lyrics is touching and beautiful, and the lyrics seem to be suitable for this place, but the whole song seems to be just about the love between a concubine and the emperor's sons and daughters. It’s probably not going to help at this point.”

Although Wu Liuzhi often said some unpleasant things, Lu Longwei and Thirteenth Master both agreed with his opinion.

Guo Delong argued: "This poem has been circulated in the Central Plains for so many years. I think there is always a reason. Maybe it fits here and is of great help to us."

Bao Tian actually thought the same as Guo Delong, and he even felt that the effect might be greater than Guo Delong imagined.But at this time, he won't point it out, just smile and say nothing.

"Are you kidding me!" Wu Liuzhi twitched his lips: "If that's the case, I'm afraid this emperor's mausoleum would have been taken over by someone long ago. How could it be our turn?"

"If other people don't come here, how can they think that it has something to do with the lyrics?" Guo Delong couldn't help arguing with Wu Liuzhi. He knew what Wu Liuzhi said was also reasonable, but he was confident in his guess.

"Forget it, whether it matters or not, we have to keep moving forward to find out." Lu Longwei waved his hand. His cultivation in the middle stage of Nirvana has quite a say among the crowd. Since he said so, everyone will not agree. After arguing again, we walked towards the main hall along that beautiful carpet.

Baotian suddenly stopped involuntarily as he was walking, Lord Thirteen seemed to be very interested in him, seeing that Baotian had stopped, he also stopped and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Moonlight." Baotian looked at the white light refracted on the golden chrysanthemum, then raised his head, and found that there was a huge pearl hanging on the top wall of the cave, like A huge full moon casts silvery moonlight, which happens to be sprinkled on this wide chrysanthemum platform.

The Thirteenth Lord also raised his head, looked at the "full moon" above, and suddenly there was a strange flash in his eyes: "The moon is changing!"

"Yes..." Bao Tian frowned: "Although it's very slow, I don't know why, but the moon is indeed changing."

The two of them stopped and looked up, which attracted other people to stop and look at the moon in the sky. Wu Liufing raised his head and neck, his neck was sore, and said, "What's there to see? Do you think the pearl moon is also a treasure?" ?”

Bao Tianli ignored him, but said to Guo Delong: "Guo Daoyou, do you still remember the first two lines of the poem "Chrysanthemum Terrace"?"

"Your tears are weak and wounded, and the pale moon bends, hooking the past. The night is too long, and it condenses into frost. Who is in the attic, cold and desperate." Guo Delong frowned and said: "It seems The color of the moon is getting paler and paler, and gradually turning into a crescent moon... Fellow Daoist Bao, what do you mean, this moon is related to what is sung in "Chrysanthemum Terrace"?"

"You guys think too much, it's just a poem!" Wu Liuzhi said sarcastically.

At this moment, the natural moon gradually turned into a narrow wolf-fanged moon. At this moment, a faint moonlight suddenly shot down from the wolf-fanged moon. Everyone is enveloped in it.

Immediately, the bodies of Baotian and the five seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost.

It was at this time that the five of them felt as if their bodies were out of control at the same time.

Oops!Winning the bid!Bao Tian hurriedly wanted to move his body, but unfortunately he couldn't even blink his eyes.And his cultivation seemed to be sealed, and he couldn't react at all.

"Your tears are weak and wounded, the pale moon bends, hooking the past. The night is too long, it condenses into frost, who is in the attic, cold and desperate."

At this time, almost everyone was thinking about these two lines of lyrics in their hearts, and they were indeed hooked by the pale moon. Wouldn't it be cold and desperate to be hooked in this kind of place...

Baotian released his spiritual sense to sense the next few companions, and what made him depressed was that not only his legendary level monks, but also all the Nirvana level monks were assigned here.Everyone is not much better than anyone else, and everyone can only stand here in a daze waiting to die.

But fortunately, there didn't seem to be any danger. Although even a child could kill them at this time, in fact, even the child didn't come.

This made everyone temporarily relieved, but the danger was not lifted, because they didn't know how much time they would be set.Even if no one came to take their lives, wouldn't it be the same if they were locked here for hundreds of years?

Fortunately, the moon seems to be constantly changing. I don't know how long it took. When the moon gradually evolved from a wolf tooth moon to a full moon, the frosty brilliance cast on the moon gradually weakened. I began to feel that I was gradually able to move, and my cultivation was slowly recovering.

But they sadly discovered that they had been frozen by the moonlight frost.This is like real ice and snow, freezing them into ice sculptures one by one.

Although the layer of frost on the surface is thin, it has an extremely strong confinement power. Although Bao Tian and others are powerful, they can't break through it for a while.

At this moment, the golden chrysanthemums on both sides of the avenue suddenly moved!
That's right!They moved!
They seem to have life, the flower branches become their hands, they press the flowerpot with their hands, pull out their rhizomes from the soil, the rhizomes become their feet, and the golden chrysanthemums on top It turned into their heads, and they rushed towards Baotian and others in groups of bouncing and bouncing.

What kind of monster is this?Lu Longwei and Wu Liuzhi couldn't help exclaiming in their hearts that they were from northern Xinjiang, but Baotian and Shisanye recognized them all.

It's 【Flower Essence】!
You must know that flower essences are extremely difficult to find, because it is much harder for plants to cultivate into essences than spirit beasts, especially flowers, whose lifespan is far shorter than spirit beasts and trees.If a flower wants to be cultivated into a spirit, it is like no one in a million.

Therefore, neither Baotian nor Thirteenth Master thought about it, it was just a funeral of an emperor's underground palace, so it wouldn't be with flower essence, right?But I didn't expect that it was really a flower essence, and there were tens of thousands of pots of chrysanthemums in the entire square, and there were tens of thousands of flower essences!

You must know that there is no one flower essence in a million. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to find one flower essence in ten thousand pots of flowers. There are tens of thousands of flower essences gathered here. How powerful is this Emperor Murong?

No wonder the chrysanthemums here are all fresh flowers, so they are all flower essences... Baotian suddenly thought that there was some kind of magic circle under the square maintaining it, and lamented that Murong Dragon City was too extravagant, but he didn't expect to underestimate it after all. Murong Longcheng, this cannot be described as extravagant, it is simply... quite extravagant!
Baotian suddenly thought of the "Chrysanthemum Terrace" sung by Guo Delong before, and seeing the flower essences break free from the flower pots, and the petals were falling everywhere on the ground, Baotian remembered those two sentences: , your smile has turned yellow. The heart is heartbroken, and my mind is quietly flowing..."

Sure enough, the chrysanthemums are all over the ground, and the flowers are heartbroken...

Just when Bao Tian was thinking about this, his ice sculpture was surrounded by hundreds of flower essences and lifted up.The average height of these flower spirits is about three feet, and their bodies are slender, but hundreds of flower spirits can easily lift the sky. Holding the sky, they happily ran to the palace in a certain direction of the square.

Bao Tian only had time to scan it, Guo Delong and Thirteenth Master were also not spared, they were carried by the flower spirit and ran to different palaces, and they don't know what will happen to everyone.Anyway, after Baotian entered the palace, his spiritual consciousness was immediately blocked - the spiritual consciousness was still there, but he couldn't get out of the palace.

　This book can be said to be the most tiring book written by Wang Pao. The plot of the tomb robbery really consumes brain cells, and Wang Pao feels that his head is a little smaller...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)