Lanke Chess Edge

After waiting for a long time, the carriage moved again, but the thoughts of the people on board and the driver were still on the previous adventure.

Since the fog had cleared, there was no need to lead the horses forward at this moment, and all the coachmen sat back in the carriages and drove the carriages forward.

After all the carriages had run away and a shadow moved on the big tree by the side of the road, Ji Yuan jumped down from the tree again.

"Whether you will do it or not, and how useful it will be if you do it, is not up to someone to decide!"

For that herring, Ji Yuan has a particularly good impression, and this kind of good impression is different from Lu Shanjun and Chihu, different from that old turtle, and even more different from that Jiangshen Baijiao. It is a kind of pure-hearted Good impression.

In particular, the greedy drinker came to swim beside the boat because of a desire for beautiful things like rice wine. He had no fear or flattery about Ji Yuan. What Ji Yuan saw was a kind of sensibility. A rare "clean".

'See you someday! '

With this thought in mind, Ji Yuan smiled, and while walking forward, he took out a dry biscuit from his bag, it was not broken because of the aura, so he ate it boldly.

Only follow the official road, and ask someone for directions when you have a chance. This time, Ji Yuan is not greedy for the convenience of walking in a straight line, and makes detours as soon as possible, so as not to bump into some ravine again.

Although Ji Yuan is not yet the Xiaoyaoxian that he was looking forward to, he still has confidence in his foot strength, which is definitely not worse than riding a horse, and his endurance and resilience are much stronger than that of a horse. It still takes more than half a month to walk like this It took time to get out of the border of Jizhou, and I had a more intuitive understanding of the entire territory of Dazhen.

Of course, this is also related to Ji Yuan's route and fairly regular schedule, and although he has been on his way consciously, he has seen jugglers, monkey shows, village banquets and local wine on the way, which was also delayed for some time. of.

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June 21st, great heat.

Unknowingly, it has entered midsummer, the hottest period of the year, and Ji Yuan has finally arrived at Autou Mountain where the tomb of the left madman is located.

It was only after seeing that mountain that Ji Yuan finally understood why the name of the mountain was so weird.

Looking around, I can see that all the mountains in this short belly mountain are relatively flat and low, and many of them look like arched generals.

"This lunatic left has been dead for decades. I don't know if the tomb is taken care of, whether it will be buried or collapsed..."

Ji Yuan murmured and found a place near the official road to enter the mountain, and was going to find the location of the "Numbilical Peak Line" that he had learned from the sword meaning post.

From the morning to the afternoon, finally let Ji Yuan find out what the so-called navel peak line is.

Looking at the rocks in front of him, which are only half a foot high and not two feet wide, and surrounded by many weeds and wild flowers, Ji Yuan is also a little speechless.

This can be called navel peak is really the embodiment of Zuo Daxia's abstract style. If you insist on careful study, there are at least a dozen places in the whole Autou mountain that can be called navel peak.

Ji Yuan squatted down, and used his oil-paper umbrella to push aside a piece of tall weeds, revealing the mottled tombstones and the earthen graves that had collapsed a lot.

The handwriting on the tombstone should have been carved with a sword, with obvious sharp marks on the edge, and it was written: The tomb of my father Zuo Li, the unfilial son Zuo Qiuli.

‘Zuo Kuangzhang is not really called Zuo Kuangzun. Maybe after decades, there are not many people in the world who know his real name in the martial arts world. '

Looking at the overgrown weeds on the side of the tomb, Ji Yuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hero Zuo! I think you were unrivaled in martial arts back then, but in the end you lost even Qingming and a handful of soil..."

The Zuo family must have encountered some misfortune, or Zuo Li has explained something, or simply the descendants have forgotten this tomb. He is a person who once stood at the top of the rivers and lakes, and even the current fate can't help but feel a little bit of sadness.

After bowing three times to Zuo Li's tomb, Ji Yuan lightly jumped onto the rock behind the tomb.

The big rock was also covered with a lot of soil, and dense weeds grew over it. Ji Yuan raised his foot and stomped heavily on an exposed stone foundation.

"boom--"

While the sound was reverberating, Ji Yuan listened carefully, then smiled, walked to the center of the boulder, pulled out the weeds, digged vigorously with a small stone slab, and after digging a dozen times, he came across a hard object.

Remove the blocking stones, and there is a dark yellow wooden box hidden underneath, and there is a rotten part on the side of the wooden box that looks like a sword handle.

Ji Yuan showed joy, and reached out to take out the heavy wooden box in his hand, and wanted to lift the long sword up, but when he grasped the hilt, he found that it was completely rotten, and it fell off by itself when he touched it, so he had to grab the slightly rusty metal The handle was raised.

The rumored long sword Qingying did not look like a magic weapon at all, the hilt had rotted and fallen off, the scabbard was rotten, and even the body of the sword was also stained with rust.

Changing to an ordinary warrior might be disappointing, but Ji Yuan knows that this is just an appearance. The long sword in front of him is very clear in his eyes, and there is even a sense of agility circulating in the sword.

Ji Yuan stretched out his hand and flicked the sword.

"Ding~~~"

The sound was very crisp, and the sword body vibrated with invisible air ripples.

Ji Yuan stretched out his hand and gently caressed the sword until the tip, a trace of spiritual energy flowed into the sword along the lines of his fingertips, and gently asked about the long sword in a peaceful voice.

"Will you follow Ji to see the sun again?"

The voice fell.

"Om~~"

The sword body actually shook slightly by itself, shaking off a lot of dust on the sword body.

"Good, good, good sword! Sure enough, the spirituality is self-contained!"

This long sword Qingying gave Ji Yuan a great surprise, so the swordsmanship secret book must be even more amazing?

With this strong sense of anticipation, Ji Yuan couldn't restrain his excitement, sat cross-legged on the stone, put Qingying across his lap, and solemnly opened the wooden box that should be made of nanmu with both hands.

The edge of the box was sealed with thick wax. After opening the box, there was a faint scent of Nan, and a martial arts cheat book was lying on the bottom of the box.

Ji Yuan picked it up and took a look, the imposing name was "Zuo Li Jian Dian", couldn't bear curiosity, knowing that his eyesight is not good, he still flipped through it.

Zuo Li's painstaking efforts should have been poured into writing this cheat book. As the most innate master at the peak, there is also a trace of intention in it. part of the text.

It's just that this surprise seems to fade away as the reading progresses.

In the middle of the night, Ji Yuan sat cross-legged on the rock and still didn't get up, but the book was casually placed on his lap.

"What is this? What about the mystery of the Sword Intent Tie that transforms ideas into form and forgets form? No matter how subtle this cheat is, how is it different from ordinary inner strength cheats plus one move and one style of swordsmanship? No matter how subtle it is... Is there still something under the stone? Secret grid?"

Unwilling to give up, Ji Yuan took a closer look at the small pit again, and stretched out his palm to pat the rock.

"Bang~~~"

Because it was late at night, the sound was more obvious in the silence, after listening carefully, he still couldn't hear where the stone was empty, Ji Yuan knew that this palm was just a deception.

After a long time, the slight sense of loss gradually faded away.

"Hehe, I got the Sword Intent Post and the Long Sword Qingying, so what is there to be dissatisfied with? Zuo Daxia is good enough for me to trick someone!"

Stuffing the secret book into the bag, lifting the long sword to hold up the nanmu box, Ji Yuan lightly jumped off the boulder.

Looking at the shape of the long sword without a handle, Ji Yuan thought about it in a moment of interest, and casually folded off a section of vines of suitable thickness on the side, and wrapped it around the tail of the sword. It becomes verdant, forming a special emerald vine hilt.

"Although your spirituality is mature, you are limited by gold and iron. This ivy-rooted long sword just complements your aura. It will become your sword handle and integrate with you in the future. I will nourish it with spiritual air from time to time."

After saying this, Ji Yuan stood in front of Zuoli's tomb with a sword in his hand. He wanted to mow the weeds, but he stood by the tomb and looked at it, but he felt that this is pretty good now.

Just left a piece of pancake and the last uneaten sauced rabbit leg in front of the tombstone, and then Ji Yuan walked away.

"Left hero, use it slowly!"

Knowing that there are no ghosts in the tomb, Ji Yuan's words before he left still echoed in front of the tomb.

Maybe this nanmu box can be exchanged for some money. As for the secret book, it should be returned to the descendants of the Zuo family...if there are any descendants.