I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Could it be another bug or something?

Yu Huaiyin remembered the few murals he saw in the cave last time, and he had a deep understanding of the shadows brought by the dream worms all over the wall.

"Master, don't be afraid, these are cinnabar." Liang Chi saw the fear in his eyes, picked up some powder from the stone wall with his fingers, crushed it into a little red on his fingertips, and showed it to Yu Huaiyin.

Who would be afraid of such a thing?

Yu Huaiyin argued in his heart.

In fact, when he saw the Yin Hong on the hand of the good book, he thought of some very bad memories in a certain life.

I can't remember how many years ago, he used to be a Gu feeder for Miaojiang, because his parents were both medicine people, so he was born with a pair of blind eyes.

When he grew up, he disobeyed the orders of the clan and killed all the new batch of medicine men, which caused public outrage. He was sentenced to be used as insect bait and thrown into the Gu pond, where he was tortured to be eaten by thousands of insects. He lost his arms and legs and lost an ear.

At that time, he only wanted to die quickly, so as to get rid of this tragic end.

And never expected that in the endless pain, someone would pull him up from the blood stains, hold him tightly in his arms, and walk a long, long way.

It was the hardest and longest day in the darkness he was familiar with.It was even more unbearable than when he was trapped in the Gu pool.

Because he didn't know who this person who insisted on taking him away was, where could they go under the heavy siege?

Along the way, he only heard the sound of cursing and swords piercing into flesh.

Until it started to rain in the sky, the man lost his strength, hugged him and sat on his knees in the heavy rain, and stopped moving forward.

He felt the man brushing his lips with his fingertips, and the bloody taste poured into his throat, and the rest was endless silence.

In this life, it is rare for him to live to the end of his life. Although his lifespan is pitifully short, it is also the most miserable.And the reason why this bitterness is hard to overcome in his life is because someone gave him a taste of sweetness.

After that, people who used to be able to endure everything also learned to cry.

……

There was a moment of silence.

Seeing Yu Huaiyin staring at the cinnabar on his finger in a daze, Liang Ce's eyes suddenly became sharp, showing a calm but majestic appearance.

It made him mistakenly think that Yu Huaiyin was angry because of what he said just now, and he quickly corrected it: "It's the disciple who made a slip of the tongue, so the master is not afraid of bugs, it's me who is suspicious."

The invisible fear in the memory was dispelled by the eager words of comfort from the young man in front of him.

In the dim light of the long light, Yu Huaiyin's eyes flickered, this time he failed to taste the blood between his lips and teeth, but saw the red clothes on Liang Ce's body like blood, which seemed to remind him of something in the dark.

"It's fine if it's not a bug. Can you see what is painted on this stone wall?"

Yu Huaiyin put away the sharp look in his eyes, and turned to look at the fuzzy patterns drawn by cinnabar.

Master has something on his mind?

As the saying goes, green is better than blue than blue.

Liang Chi has always been a diligent and studious student, so he used all the skills of observing words and expressions learned from Yu Huaiyin on his master, which is quite appropriate.

Now he was trying to figure out who and what was going on, which distracted his master, but suddenly he heard Yu Huaiyin asking him, so he gave up his doubts and looked at the content on the stone wall seriously.

And see that there are seven paintings on the stone wall, which is the same number as the murals they saw in the cave, but the situation is not the same.

After careful study of the Yinliang book, he found that the content of the paintings on the stone wall was irrelevant. order of view.

After pondering for a moment, Liang Ce closed his eyes, and stroked the cinnabar lines on the stone wall with his hand, as if he wanted to find the clues left by the painter.

And this touch, just as he expected, there is really a trace to follow.

"It says that a sapphire dragon met a man in white by the river, and the man in white told him that he and his people would die in a very tragic struggle in the near future."

After deciphering such information, Yu Huaiyin and Liang Ce looked at each other, and both felt that what was described in the painting was the origin of the sapphire sarcophagus on the central altar that Qingsi and they had mentioned.

Then Liangji's finger moved down to the next scene.

"And the only way to change this situation is that the Sapphire Dragon Clan must find a coffin that can coexist with fire and ice, and wait for someone to open it..."

Yu Huaiyin looked in the direction he was pointing at, and with Liang Chu's explanation, he also understood the painter's mood changes at that time bit by bit, and tried to think about the content above.

"Wait a moment!"

And when Liang Chu pointed to the third painting, Yu Huaiyin interrupted him.

"It's not alone." Yu Huaiyin also stretched out his hand, and touched the little figure in the painting who was opening the coffin.

Jian Liangce's eyes followed, and then Yu Huaiyin's fingertips moved slightly to the right.

After being reminded, Liang Ce did find that behind the coffin-opener, there was still a looming phantom standing, which seemed to be real, but gave an illusion of illusion.

"Master is really careful. This mural looks a bit old, and the cinnabar on it has faded. Maybe in the beginning, there were two people painted on this stone wall."

Liang Chu affirmed it, and continued: "For this reason, Qingyu Jiao and his people have been searching for the whereabouts of the coffin..."

The two analyzed this point, and there is no difference between what Qingsi said before, but the latter content surprised them greatly.

It's a pity that time flies, and the sea has changed.Generations of Qingyujiao people have aged one after another, and even the Jiaowang, who had been guided by the gods, was buried in the ground and turned into dead bones, but they still failed to do so.

It's been a long time.One day by chance, the clansmen of Qingyujiao saw a charred corpse in a ravine burning with fire.

And it was in the arms of this charred corpse that they found a guqin that was burning with a raging fire, and a coffin covered with ice hidden in a cave not far away.

For this reason, the whole Qingyujiao clan was very happy. They extinguished the flames at all costs, and dragged the coffin into the imperial tomb prepared in advance.

In the world, good things often come in pairs.What is even more gratifying is that among this generation of Qingyujiao people, there has appeared a wise man who can communicate with the heavens.

He led the people of the clan to pray to heaven sincerely, hoping that the person who opened the coffin could come as soon as possible. "

But the days passed, no matter how hard they searched, the legendary hero who could save the people from the fire and water never appeared.

Thousands of years have passed, and the wise men who were young in those days are also getting old while waiting.During this period, he tried countless times to communicate with the heavens, and even at the cost of his life, he wanted to be like his ancestors and seek the mercy of the gods again.

Fortunately, Heaven pays off.In the last days of the wise man's life, by chance, he penetrated the secret hidden in the stars.

In this regard, he excitedly told his tribe the secret of turning off the lights.He felt that he had overcome death and aging, and had glimpsed the secret of fate.

But he never thought that at the moment when God told him the key to changing his destiny, he also placed the ending in front of him.

That is, no matter how hard they struggle, the Qingyu Jiao will surely wipe out their clan!

The wise man who learned the truth was very angry, so he made a poisonous oath, preferring to give up the chance of reincarnation from generation to generation, and to earn another hundred years to fight against destiny.

Since then, he has retreated alone for a hundred years, and finally found a way to save his people.The hateful thing is that the day when the riddle is solved is when his body and soul disappear.

The wise man had no way to pass on this important news, so he painted this method on the stone wall, hoping that someone who came later would see it and pass it on to his descendants to comfort the heroic spirit.

Liang Book had read the last painting, and at this moment he already knew that the person who painted all this was the wise man, so he could naturally feel the unwillingness and grief of the person who painted it.

This sudden emotional recognition made him eager to find the answer.

"The way is..." But when he wanted to continue reading, he realized that the wise man's last pen fell into a blank space.

"Did you not finish the painting?" Yu Huaiyin murmured.In this situation, his emotions have already been affected by the painter.

And for this kind of resentment, he has empathized more than once in the past.

They were silent as if they were all feeling sorry for the wise man's unfulfilled last wish.

Suddenly, when Yu Huaiyin's gaze caught sight of the books floating in the air, he suddenly had an epiphany, and said: "The wise man died here, and in order to find out the secret of cause and effect, even the bones no longer exist. The determination is like a blow to the ashes. How could he not leave any clues, there must be a way to find the ever-burning lamp in these books."

Yu Huaiyin jumped up, grabbed a volume of ancient books in his hand, "Liang Chi, have you read these books before?"

"Not yet." Liang Chi shook his head, and also took down a book that was closest to him from mid-air.

"Let's look for it separately." After Yu Huaiyin said, he fixed his eyes and meditated, and used his spiritual sense to probe into the world in the book.

"Yes." Liang Chu responded, and sat cross-legged like Yu Huaiyin, reading the scroll carefully.

Cultivators are different from ordinary people. When they read books, they often don't need to study word by word. They only need to use their thoughts to release their consciousness, and the contents of a book can be imprinted in their minds in an instant, and they can be searched at will.

And this kind of reading method will increase the speed at which monks can read several books at a time as their cultivation level grows or their spiritual power becomes stronger.

Compared with ordinary monks, the qualifications of Yu Huaiyin and Liangchu are undoubtedly among the best, so the two of them have already read most of the book full of holes within half a stick of incense.

But just as they focused their attention on the scrolls in the cave, the sapphire sarcophagus at the central altar suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance.

Amidst this splendor, a chain of crystal clear ice also appeared from the sapphire sarcophagus after feeling the revived breath of Hate Qin.

The zither belongs to fire, and the lock is like ice. The two regard each other as enemies, so how can they co-exist.

Now that Qin has been born, the lock will naturally have to make a fuss.

Under the aura of the two artifacts fighting each other, because Henqin was temporarily staggered by Su Xuanzhi, the power could not be fully exerted.

The cold air that calmed the evil cable suddenly increased several times, and in an instant the entire tomb of the Sapphire Dragon King was frozen, spreading rapidly to the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How could this be?"

In the crack of the ground, Yu Huaiyin, who was flipping through the books with his spiritual sense, suddenly felt a pain in the center of his brow, forcing him to wake up from the world of books immediately.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw that most of the wise man's retreat had been covered with ice, and the cold was getting worse, even his spiritual power had been sealed for most of it.

His feet were weak and he was about to fall backwards, but he happened to be supported by Liang Chu who heard the sound and withdrew from his spiritual consciousness.

"Why is Master's body so cold?" Liang Chi felt the chill emanating from Yu Huaiyin's body, and even he could hardly bear it.

"It seems that the time is up. No, we must return to the central altar as soon as possible and seal the sarcophagus again."

Yu Huaiyin raised his eyes and saw that the crack in the ground was covered by a thick layer of ice, and knew that if this continued, they would be trapped to death here.

At that time, Liang Book can last for a while with the aura of the protagonist, but he will be completely cold.

In desperation, Yu Huaiyin summoned a pistol, trying to forcefully break the ice.

Flying to the entrance of the crack, when the ice was broken, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a candle flame reflected on the mirror-like smooth ice.

At that moment, he looked back and saw that in the corner of the stone wall, the ever-burning lamp that he had held in his hand for lighting since he entered the imperial mausoleum was burning with scorching light and hadn't been extinguished for a long time, which made him feel a little uneasy. Surprised.

"Could it be possible?" Yu Huaiyin had some kind of speculation in his heart, he opened his palm to attract the spiritual power, and summoned the ever-burning lamp.

But he never thought that the moment the lamp fell into his palm, it would suddenly melt into a pool of running water.

And the Wannian Yaoxiu hidden in the wick turned into a wisp of white smoke and was sucked into his body when he was not prepared.