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Mrs. Bai Yu’s jade coffin has been moved? Hearing these words, the pharmacist's eyes were surprised: "Someone broke into the tomb?"

Xiao Lan nodded.

The pharmacist asked again: "Does aunt know about this?"

"I want to ask the pharmacist first, and then report to my aunt." Xiao Lan said, "I will disperse the group of bats as soon as possible, so I might as well lead someone to investigate and see where the secret path is."

This matter is not trivial. The pharmacist thought for a moment and said, "Five days."

Xiao Lan shook his head: "I'm afraid I can't wait for five days. Now if you open the door and stare at it, the bats are bound to escape, and no one will be your opponent; but if you close the door and only guard outside, whenever Mrs. Bai Yu loses it I don’t know. If Auntie is to blame by then, I don’t know if I should be blamed for the lack of guards, or the Pharmacist for delaying the opportunity."

Although this is somewhat unacceptable, it is not unreasonable. The pharmacist gritted his teeth: "Three days, but within these three days, no one can enter this flying cauldron."

"Thank you Pharmacist." Xiao Lan smiled, "Then I will leave first."

Although three days is not short, it is not too long. Xiao Lan left the hall and felt a little relieved. Just as her mother said, according to Kongkong Miaoshou's ability for so many years, being trapped for three to five days shouldn't cause any major problems.

In the early morning, the sun was as golden, and Lu Wuming rode a horse galloping on the mountain road, followed by Yue Dadao. The master and apprentice planned to go to cover the fairy mountain again to see what mystery hidden there, so that they could be with Lu Zhui. The cold toxin is related. A Liu was left in Houshan, and together with Tao Yuer, took care of Lu Zhui.

The steed rides on broken stones and mud all the way, with all four hoofs flying. With the experience of the previous time, the road into the mountain was much smoother this time. After a short while, I arrived at Yue'er Bay and found the temple that collapsed.

"Master." Seeing the mess of wooden beams and mud in front of him, Yue Dadao said in disappointment, "What can I find out, it's some rotten wood."

Lu Wuming said, "Dig and see."

Yue Dadao agreed, rolled up his sleeves and moved the wood and rocks. Going down bit by bit, seeing that the sky is getting dark, there is no useful clue.

"What should I do now?" Yue Dadao asked.

Lu Wuming squatted on the ground, put his palms on the ground and tried it. It was a bit cold-extremely subtle, so subtle that almost no one could detect it, like a piece of ice buried in the ground tens of feet deep.

Lu Wuming told: "Hide away."

Yue Dadao climbed up a tree like a little monkey.

Lu Wuming raised his head and said, "Next time there will be Ah Liu, but you are not allowed to climb trees in this position. Every girl knows that she should hold her handkerchief and hide behind the tree."

Yue Dadao: "..."

Lu Wuming laughed and drew the Qingfeng sword made by his beloved wife from his waist. The delicate figure stretched and leaped in the twilight, the sharp blade in his hand rolled up the gust of wind, and the surrounding leaves rustled. Yue Dadao sat on the tree, before he could hold the thick branch firmly, he felt that the ground under him was beginning to tremble, and the ground was moving like a blast of cold air penetrated through the sword body, using force to sink firmly into the ground, causing dullness. The roar sounded.

She had seen Lu Zhui use this trick, but at that time it was to smash a boulder so that she could get a suitable little bird out, and it was just a joke. But I didn't think that after the original practice, there would be such a supernatural power. When the surroundings recovered quiet, Yue Dadao jumped off the tree and ran forward and asked, "Master, how is it?"

Lu Wuming retracted the sword and scabbed it back. He guessed it was correct. There was something buried in the ground of this abandoned temple, perhaps it was hard and cold black iron, or it might be something else, and the scope was never small.

He almost wanted to admire the ancestors who came thousands of years ago. A Mingyue Tomb is already crisscrossed with organs, but unexpectedly, there is another place in Yueer Bay not far from Fuhunling. Underground city-this is almost unimaginable.

Seeing him not speaking, Yue Dadao tempted: "Master?"

"Go back first." Lu Wuming said, "You and I alone will not be able to shake this hidden mountain."

Yue Dadao was surprised: "You want to dig a mountain?"

Lu Wuming shook his head: "You don't need to dig a mountain, but there are things buried under this mountain. You have to find a way to figure out what it is."

The sky was dark, and it was too dangerous to drive on the wet trail at night, so the master and apprentice looked for a shelter from the wind, picked a few large pieces of waste wood to set fire, and waited for the sunrise.

Lu Wuming asked, "Is it cold?"

Yue Dadao wrapped his robe and rubbed his hands: "Yeah."

"This is the coldest place in the whole mountain." Lu Wuming said, "The one you are stepping on is most likely another cold iron underground palace."

Yue Dadao asked: "Will there be hidden weapons shot up?"

Lu Wuming smiled and said, "Do you think this place is paper?"

"This underground palace is so cold, is it for the Tibetans?" Yue Dadao asked again.

Lu Wuming shook his head: "I still can't tell."

So many things. Yue Dadao thought to himself that both the master and the son are capable and free and easy people, living like gods, but for some reason they have such cunning ancestors with three caves, careful and cautious.

In the latter half of the night, the moon emerged from behind the clouds, and Yue Dadao leaned against the tree, sleeping soundly. Lu Wuming took a nap with half-closed eyes, habitually paying attention to all the sounds nearby.

Perhaps because it was too cold here, the insects and birds stayed for a while during the day, and then subsided cleanly at night and went to caves elsewhere. The silence was a bit too much, but a bit of horror was born.

And in this weird silence, there was a faint song that seemed like nothing, like a bumpy beauty holding a pipa, sitting on a dusty high platform, crying like a complaint, sorrowful.

Lu Wuming suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword.

When I listened attentively, the ears returned to silence, until the morning light faintly, the sound never appeared again.

Everything is short-lived, fleeting, fleeting.

In the tomb of Mingyue, Xiao Lan went to Madam Bai Yu's tomb for two more times, but found nothing unusual, and naturally did not find an empty hand. Only those blood-sucking golden bats still fall into the jade coffin, their huge wings spread out, and the white jade bi is wrapped in rags, which is ugly and hideous.

Mrs. Bai Yu’s appearance became more and more gray, and Xiao Lan knew that this time it was not her own illusion—even with the jade coffin and snow diamond body, the beautiful woman was gradually aging without being noticeable. The gradual decay may be related to this room full of bats, or no matter how many treasures together, it will ultimately be no match for the passing time.

As Xiao Lan thought, he walked alone in front of the tomb passage. He didn't give up looking for the empty hand elsewhere, even though this road had been taken seven or eight times. Rotating layer by layer to the deepest part of the tomb, the air gradually thinned, and the light in his hand jumped, and it seemed that it was going to go out the next moment.

Still empty, Xiao Lan sighed, turned around and wanted to go back, but there was a rumbling noise behind him, and he was immediately taken aback. Looking back, there was some fine dust on the ground.

Mingyue Tomb is about to collapse?

This was Xiao Lan's first thought.

However, the next moment, a big mouth burst open on the ground, and a person was knocked out of it.

Kongkong Miaoshou talked about it for a long time in the dead end, hoping that when he rushed out of the confinement, Xiao Lan was the only one outside. It seemed that this talk was useful at this time.

"Quickly seal this road!" His face was rarely panicked.

Xiao Lan didn't have time to ask more, raised the iron rod on his side with his thick arm backhand, and slammed into the tunnel that kept making dull noises. With his other foot, he stepped on an iron plate and stuck it diagonally into the crack - fortunately here. It used to be a place of torture, with all the discarded ironware.

Empty hands were not enough, so he picked up a shovel and shoveled the soil, and buried the iron plate, looking like he was frightened.

Xiao Lan supported him: "Senior, please calm down, what happened?"

Kongkong's hands were panting for breath. After a long while, until there was no sound coming from the tunnel, he softened his legs and said: "There was just one, an immortal tiger chasing me."

Xiao Lan was puzzled: "Iron Tiger?"

Kongkong nodded his head, and the shock of the moment flashed in his mind.

When trapped in the tomb passage, he studied the exit for a long time, but was unable to shake it halfway, so he turned around again, trying to find a way to survive again. It was too fateful, and he found another way behind the skeleton and walked in, which was quite spacious.

Once a person is out of danger, it is easy to get overwhelmed, and the same goes for empty hands. After discovering this way out and confirming that he would not die this time, he threw his grandson aside again, regardless of whether there were people outside thinking about himself. It was a joy to wander around inside, wanting to find more secret.

"Then you met that iron tiger?" Xiao Lan asked.

Kongkong nodded his head and explained the situation in detail. I don't know where it touched the Iron Tiger mechanism, and rushed up around the corner, the speed of knives and guns was flying, and his mouth was studded with blades of cold light. It stands to reason that the thing doesn't know the way, it shouldn't be difficult to hide, but the place where it hits is only a narrow straight road, there is no way to escape, it can only be chased by it like a dog behind it, quite embarrassed. At the end of the road, only one gritted his teeth and smashed it out. Who knew his fate, it was quite big, the earth wall was rather thin, and Xiao Lan was guarding outside waiting for help.

"It's the Iron Tiger Army." After listening to his description, Xiao Lan was a little regretful, "I knew that I would not throw that iron rod in."

"What is the Iron Tiger Army?" It's rare for Kong Kong to know something.

"I heard Ming Yudang's story earlier that the seven ancestors of the Lu family broke through the tower of the institution, and just now he invited a master of the institution to study this iron tiger army and use it to charge and trap." Xiao Lan said, "With the profound iron as the armor, Only then can it be invulnerable, coupled with the extremely sophisticated internal tracks, killing invincible on the battlefield."

Hearing what he said, Kongkong Miaoshou is also a little regretful. After all, it has been lost to the world, it is rare to see, but the iron rod just smashed into it, and it was not broken.

"Let's not talk about it yet." Xiao Lan said, "Senior hasn't said yet, why are you trapped in the secret tunnel?"

The empty hand was speechless, and his mind was circling quickly. If Xiao Lan knew that he had trespassed into Mrs. Bai Yu's tomb, would he be angry.

The answer is 80% yes.

Or 90%.

Or ninety-nine.

So Kongkong Miaoshou took out a scattered wooden sign from his arms and said: "I also found this in the tomb."

Xiao Lan didn't intend to be fooled, holding his arms to meet him.

Kongkong Miaoshou forced him to take one out of it, and said with a smile: "This is a good thing. It was used by Yuan Tianshi for fortune-telling a few years ago. I picked it up for a long time before I could barely make up one pair."

Xiao Lan asked, "Fortune-telling?"

"Yes." Kongkong replied, while wiping the bamboo stick he had just pulled out on his clothes, looking at the sign engraved on it.

Xiao Lan said, "Good or bad?"

Kongkong Miao raised his head and said sincerely and shockedly: "Looking at this hexagram, you are afraid that you have a green hat to wear."

Xiao Lan: "..."

At the same time, behind the mountain.

Lu Zhui said, "I want to go too."

Lu Wuming patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going to find Cao Xu in the town, what are you going to do."

Lu Zhui said: "There is nothing to do in this cave, so go out and relax. Father can dissolve, so naturally I can easily, and I won't be recognized."

Lu Wuming's head started to hurt again.

Lu Chai quickly put the mask on.

Yue Dadao said: "Wow."

A Liu pushed him with his arm: "Slobber."

Yue Dadao gave him a blank look, and continued to look at Lu Chai with his hands on his cheeks. The good-looking gentleman, even though he was different from before, he was still handsome, even if he deliberately humped his back and shook his legs, he was still pleasing to the eye.

The town where Cao Xu lives is called Yangzhicheng. Although the name is unremarkable, it is really prosperous. He brought dozens of people and horses to support Lu Wuming. It was not easy to hide. He simply changed his face, claiming to be a foreigner who wanted to ask for a living and open a martial arts gym. He rented a big mansion and lived in an upright manner. .

After entering the city, Lu Zhui bought a package of melon seeds, spitting shells all over the street while nibbling, playing the rogue young master.

Lu Wuming couldn't laugh or cry, guessing that this 80% is also a bad problem learned from Wen Liunian-after all, all of Chu is spreading, saying that the prime minister usually likes to pretend to be a **** and also likes to learn how to walk a cripple, and I don't know where the evil came from. taste.

A fat monk walked towards him.

Lu Chai tried to avoid him, but the other party moved after him.

Lu Wuming frowned slightly.

Lu Chai raised his head to look at him, and spit out a melon seed shell with a big grin.

The monk put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the son is really Yushu Linfeng, Pan An's appearance should have a good marriage."

Lu Wuming: "..."

Perhaps because of Xiao Lan's relationship, he has a problem now, and everyone looks like a hooligan.

Lu Chai clasped his fists: "I have won prizes, but I don't have money for the master, so don't boast."

When he heard that he had no money, the fat monk swallowed his polite remarks, and went straight to the subject: "Can you help me with the next favor?"

Lu Zhui said, "No."

The fat monk said, "A monk, be compassionate."

Lu Zhui was puzzled: "Huh?"

The fat monk squatted down and shouted, "Ha!"

Lu Chai resolutely squeezed the melon seeds back two steps, and looked at the half-mountain meat like a black tower in front of him in confusion.