Cultivation of immortality starts from falling into a trap

Walking to the end of the road, a three-story antique attic appeared in Wang Feng's sight.

There is a plaque in the courtyard, on which the book "Wenxuan Pavilion" is written with three large characters.

There is a row of dark green bamboos planted on both sides of the door, perhaps because the age of growth is too old, and the trees are shining, making people feel that they are not ordinary at a glance.

Wang Feng unconsciously stepped forward to take a closer look, not to mention that.

It should be a turquoise bamboo body, but it is outlined by the inky lines of the face, old and young, male and female.

Wang Feng counted carefully, and there were three dark green bamboos on the left and right, which were symmetrically distributed.

I don't know what kind of bamboo this bamboo is, it has grown here and here for so many years, and it has not been planted with a single branch, and I don't know what special use it has.

In line with the principle of missing and not missing, Wang Feng did not hesitate to put the six dark green bamboos, along with the soil and stone tools growing underneath them, into the Yuan Core Space.

Looking at the empty ground on both sides, Wang Feng snapped his fingers, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He didn't hesitate anymore, walked towards the door of Wenxuan Pavilion, and gently pushed forward with his hand, and the door that had been closed for an unknown number of years opened again.

The scene that caught his eye shattered Wang Feng's imagination of Wenxuan Pavilion.

How to say it, the furnishings in front of me are not complicated, in Wang Feng's words, this is obviously more like a place used by the owner of the cave to meet guests.

On the wall directly opposite Wang Feng, there is a portrait of an old man dressed as a Taoist, and there is a three-legged small tripod on the table below, with three unburned incense candles interspersed side by side.

Wang Feng could vaguely see that there seemed to be two rows of small text in the lower right corner of the portrait, but because of the factor of distance, Wang Feng could not carefully distinguish what was written?

Directly below the portrait, there was a table table, a futon in the back, and a little lower on both sides of the downward side, and three futons were placed on the left and right in turn.

Wang Feng couldn't see what was going on, so he stepped forward and picked up a piece of futon at random and looked at it.

The futon is woven from a kind of rattan grass whose name Wang Feng does not know, exuding a fragrance of orchid, Wang Feng sniffed it with his nose, and suddenly felt a lot refreshed.

Wang Feng secretly guessed that this futon should have the effect of concentrating and calming, where could it be polite, between the waves of the sleeve of his right hand, including the case table, the portraits on the wall and the small tripod enshrined, all of them were not included in the Yuan core space, and this hall was empty all of a sudden.

Turn your head and go up the wooden ladder on the right, the space on the second floor is a little narrower than the first floor.

Three rows of wooden shelves in the shape of finished characters, Wang Feng saw from a distance that there were pieces of bamboo slips placed on them.

Wang Feng hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed a roll of bamboo slips on the shelves closest to his side to check it.

The bamboo slips have not been damaged by the traces of time, but the notches on them are a little blurry and difficult to identify.

Knowing that time was pressing, now was definitely not the time to study them, Wang Feng waved his sleeves again, and put all the three rows of bookshelves into the Yuan Core space.

After looking left and right, Wang Feng walked towards the stairs on the third floor again.

The space on the third floor is even narrower.

The furnishings are simpler, with only a wooden bed and nothing else.

Wang Feng stepped forward to check it, but he still had some gains.

In a compartment on the horizontal board of the wooden bed, a blade resembling a small cyan sword was found, covered with golden veins.

There is a serpentine mark on the petiole.

When I saw this sword-shaped blade, an extremely familiar feeling hit my heart.

Wang Feng couldn't think of it for a while, where did this familiarity come from

, so he carefully put it away, since the owner of the cave mansion had placed it in such a hidden place, it should have an unusual meaning.

After scanning the space on the third floor again, he made sure that nothing was missing.

Wang Feng walked out of this small three-story attic called Wenxuan Pavilion and walked towards the intersection where he came.

It was only at this time that Wang Feng had time to sense the sword and his ruthless actions within the range of his spiritual force field.

This induction didn't matter, it almost frightened Wang Feng, just because the sword came over there so far, he didn't sense any items with his own blood stains.

What made Wang Feng feel even more strange was that the sword kept coming from the side, "Ding ding... Knock knock...", I don't know if it's something in trouble......

The ruthless side was quite normal, but Wang Feng sensed that more than a dozen items with his own blood stains appeared under the cover of the spiritual force field.

In the middle of the thought, they were collected into the nucleus one by one.

After seeing Wang Feng's action, the ruthless side also began to rush towards the intersection.

It was such a delayed effort, and when Wang Feng used the spiritual force field to sense the sword again, the situation was different.

The "ding... The sound disappeared, and circles of blood marks appeared in his senses.

At first, Wang Feng thought that this guy from Jian Lai was lazy or had encountered some trouble, and it was not until this moment that he used the blood vial he gave him.

Wang Feng was also very curious at the moment, whether he had found something good over there.

In the middle of his thoughts, he wanted to include them in the Yuan Nucleus, but there was an accident.

As Wang Feng's mind surged, the blood stains he sensed marked the item, but it did not enter the Yuan Core space.

I tried left and right several times, but to no avail.

This made Wang Feng more and more curious about the items that Jian Lai had searched for.

It didn't take long to wait, and the blood-colored mist that had been ruthlessly turned into it reappeared.

Ruthless, who had just revealed his figure, looked left and right and didn't see Jianlai: "Boss, isn't it over there yet?"

Wang Feng described the ruthlessness of what he sensed just now.

"It's strange, maybe something really happened, let's hurry over and see. After listening ruthlessly, he added.

"The body of the sword should be fine, I can be sure of this through the connection of the Yuan Core.

That's why I didn't rush to find the sword and chose to wait for you here.

Now that you're here, let's go to the sword and see what's going on. "

Well, let's go. The two of them rushed one after the other to the end of the fork in the road where Jian Lai was.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the two saw Jianlai again.

Sure enough, as Wang Feng had expected before, there was nothing wrong with Jianlai itself, but its current appearance was a little weird.

Directly in front of the two of them, they saw a body composed of demon fox skeletons, which was surrounding a tower-like building, where it kept turning three times on the left and three times on the right.

Obviously, until this time, Jian Lai had not found out about the arrival of Wang Feng and the others, and he was still there so busy.