Chapter 22: Say ancient

Empty valley forest, deep mountain birds.
Chen Wo was on the ground, using a piece of slightly sharp stone as a tool, and began to dig pits seriously.
He didn't use the power, and he didn't take it easy. He dug the soil where the cucurbits were originally buried, and then folded a lot of bamboo leaves and threw them into the pit, ready to cover up with the ash burned by the bonfire.
"Fire..."
Chen Wo smashed the weather, and the stone fire that was sleeping in Dantian was still motionless.
"This guy, what is the use of it!" Chen Wo thought.
In the wilderness of the wilderness, he has no fire, and he has never learned the magical powers. Where can he find the fire?
When Chen He was seventeen years old, he could only say that he had three days of memory. He secretly regretted that the brothers had raised their own clothes and opened their mouthpieces to reach out. Even the food that had been cold and hard had not been eaten, let alone the fire.
The secret recipe is not a panacea, because the secret recipe is not responsible for imparting experience. Many people know how to make a fire. As a result, they are still half-dead when they first try in the wild.
"Why didn't the brothers think of teaching me a flame?" Chen Wo.
It is said that the Western Buddhism Tantric Buddhism is more than awesome. The flame knife and the yangyang palm sound very powerful. The practicality of the fight is not known, but at least it can be ignited.
"The seal is so dead, can't be used at all?" Chen He was not willing to try again.
The sleeping stone fire almost felt the owner’s anxiety, and moved a little.
"Hey."
A flame came out from the fingertips of Chen He and lit the bamboo leaves.
The fire immediately slammed a few feet high and burned in the pit. The benefits of the three fires were on the spot, and there was no need to toss, even if the firewood with moisture was burned. Of course, in order to avoid the black smoke coming out of the attention, Chen Wo folded dry bamboo leaves, and relatively thin branches.
Seeing the burning of the fire, the fire has a tendency to spread out, Chen Wo decisively waved.
The flame was immediately pulled like a silk, and returned to Dantian with the spiritual power. In Chen He’s view, the stone fire that shrank into a small group was like a lazy, a bubble. Followed and sucked back.
The temperature in the pit immediately fell.
Piles of ash covered in the pit, Chen He satisfied with the clap, let the ashes naturally open some.
Followed by him, he stepped on the pace and set the bamboo forest to the sides. It caused a mortal to travel in the mountains, wading through the stream at night and returning to the stream during the day.
At the end of the bamboo forest, there are wild animal footprints along the mountain stream.
Chen He was so busy for an hour, and this was enough to meet the mountain stream, jumped down the deep valley, and hurried through the vast expanse of the sea, heading for a distant cliff.
After confirming that he did not leave any traces, Chen Wo carefully opened the fallen vines and drilled into a slightly narrow cave. The black cockroaches that originally inhabited in the corners, heard the sound alert and looked up, and saw Chen Wo. After it subconsciously shakes, he continues to bury his head in the circle of the body when he does not exist.
Release your feet and sit still, with your hands on your lap.
There is no sitting on the right leg, but it is overlaid on the left foot, and then naturally hangs down. The robe is red and bloody, and the airflow around the body is only limited to the half-length of the release. Chen He can not feel the slightest outside the circle. Spiritual fluctuations.
The real element that contains the fire in the wood is like the flame that burns on the side of the release.
Scattered long hair, from time to time due to the real element slightly agitated, flying backwards, revealing the ears of the ears.
Chen Wo stared at the release of the left amount, where there were three tiny red dragonflies - the previous release has been covered with hair, he has not seen.
Involuntarily reaching out and touching his brow, Chen He was suspicious of his record for the first time.
The brother-in-law’s left-hander also has a red-hot thing. Why didn’t he mention it? Never found?
Why do the brothers have it, is it that the brothers and the blood are relatives?
The Chen family in Yunzhou is not true. He does not have such a mad son, nor does he have a murder for his family, nor a relative who does not care about him. The brother is his blood, and the memory in the jade ball is fake!
Chen He's hand on the side of the body grasped tight and loose, and finally he bowed his head to the hole, from the dense gap of the vines, the sky was rising and the clouds were gone.
Fingers picked up the jade ball and solemnly stuffed it into his arms.
- He is not a three-year-old child. He knows that the world is not his own wishful thinking.
The brothers will not lie to him.
Hung Hom is just a coincidence. He is just a fool who is lost and no one wants.
Chen He spent another long night. He was in the red wind desert the night before, and he was nervously guarding his brother in the early morning. I was fascinated by the fact that he was busy with the obstacles that he had been busy with last night. The private salt dealers let him know that the lie is perfect, the words are good, and the details are not carefully prepared.
Snow Mountain Master, Liang Qianshan.
Chen Wo used his spiritual force to infuse his fingertips and wrote handwriting on a hollow bamboo.
At first, because of the unskilled and slanting, after the force was found, the words became symmetrical, and even the pen was smooth, and even the slap in the face could not be seen.
Then Chen Wo went on to write three words, aggregating.
Hesitant for a long time, eventually Chen He still did not write Beixuan Mibao - he must consider the possibility that things fall into the hands of others, the bamboo tube is not the cousin ball of the brothers refining, will distinguish the spiritual atmosphere.
In the inside of the bamboo tube, the north Xuan faction was painted, and a graffiti of the meat bag was drawn as a reminder.
Just as Chen He thought about how to conceal and leave more hints, the breath of the inside was changed, the gray-white real yuan was gathered, and the long hair slowly fell on his shoulders.
Chen Wo hurriedly stuffed the bamboo tube into his sleeve. When he thought it was unsafe, he pulled it out again. The side of the belt and the cover of the sleeve were not too obvious.
The two opened, the right foot stepped on the ground, the whole cave was slightly shocked, and the release had already received the work. He saw the younger brother’s panicking and hiding things at a glance.
There is dew on the hair, the shoes are stained with dirt and bamboo leaves, and it is sure to sneak out to cover the traces.
Unexpectedly, he smiled and reached out, and the bamboo tube that Chen He hid automatically flew.
"Ah!" Chen Wo annoyed standing in the same place.
The fingers stroked the scotch on the bamboo tube, and the smile was distracted. He looked up at Chen Wo and found that the younger brother was hiding his eyes and pretending to be nothing, and suddenly he felt unspeakable.
His younger brother, this kind of effort just wants to remember what happened. Even mortals can do it easily, but it is a luxury for Chen He.
Instruct Chen to come to his side, and release a sacred ball from the mustard mustard.
Chen He’s eyes lit up.
"These things are disturbing, I wouldn't want you to remember." Shi Yan touched Chen Wo's hair and looked indifferent to the name of Liang Qianshan. "When we returned to Heiyuan Valley, things would be Nothing to do with us."
"Original?" Chen He sharply looked up, because he guessed the hint and was a bit stunned. "Senior brother said, can we go back?"
"Yes."
Chen Wo racked his brains and thought quickly: "Because Bei Xuan Mi Bao?"
"Not bad."
After many years of dissatisfaction, he was ridiculed in the face of the cold thousand mountains, but did not think so, now it is necessary to explain to the younger brother the complex origin of Beixuan Mibao, but it is a bit embarrassing.
"Brothers and so on." Chen Wo took the jade ball and began to play with.
In view of the fact that I don’t know when I can go back, I don’t want to see the ridiculous appearance of Chen He’s wrist neck with jade balls. He quickly stopped the younger brother and taught Chen He how to control the use of jade balls.
With this opportunity, I also thought about the wording, because he did not want to talk about his past and prepared to take a sentence.
"The North Xuan faction is very popular. It was the largest sect of the world thousands of years ago. However, after the disaster, it has been repeated. Now only you and me are left."
Chen He blinked after listening, and did not ask what happened to the North Xuan faction.
"In the ancient times, the division of the demons and orthodox comprehensions was not clear. Among the same sects, there were monsters, ghosts, and the most honest alchemists.
Eight thousand years ago, when the dynasty changed its dynasty, the old country and the old dynasty struggled endlessly, and the children outside the homes worked for both sides, which eventually led to the entire comprehension community being involved. The two camps pushed the North Xuan and the South Hezong as the heads. After years of war, many self-cultivators died, and countless small ones broke the inheritance.
Their relics were taken over by the leaders of the two sides. In the end, the victory of the new dynasty supported by the North Xuan faction, the reunion of the Nanhe dynasty, the martyrdom of this war, brought to the North Xuan faction a lot of unowned spirits. This is the rumored Beixuan secret treasure!

Chen He suddenly took a look.
Things are worse than he thought, the name is Beixuan Mibao, in fact, this treasure does not belong to the North Xuan faction. According to the practice of the realm of comprehension, after the death of the comprehensible, the relics can be handed over to the friends for inheritance.
Chen He has the common sense of esoteric secrets. He knows that the battle of catastrophe that swept the world, the real world, and the heavens was 8,000 years ago. There is no one in the world. The North Xuan faction has mastered so many good things, not to be blamed!
"It is not easy to find inheritance. People are close to each other, and there are high and low divisions of qualifications. The North Xuan faction must first work for the close Zongmen, and it can't be done for thousands or eight years.
Moreover, there are some sectarian inheritances that have killed the North Xuanmen people. They also fell from the Nanhe Zong to the North Xuan School. I also know that the North Xuan faction will not find such a heritage.
The problem is here. It can kill the people of the North Xuanmen. The Gongfa Lingbao is not bad. With conclusive evidence, it will lead to more suspicion. People claim to be descendants of the comprehension or descendants of the blood. Going to the door to ask for the spirit of the sacred rituals, even the people who have passed the inheritance from the North Xuan faction, also turned over the ancient books, screaming that the things they have acquired are incomplete, and that some magic weapons are destroyed in the war. .

Shi Yan took a deep breath and looked cold.
The North Xuan faction is big, people hide their anger and doubt in their hearts, and pass on from generation to generation. When the ancient martial art is weak, the whole comprehension world will burst out.
"Three thousand years ago, the magic repair combined with the six major sects and many scattered repairs captured the northern Xuan faction station, and turned everything over. Finally, using the life of the disciple's disciple, forced the then-teaching Lin Qingshang to speak Beixuan Mi The whereabouts of Bao, and robbed the catalogues of the past generations of inheritance, but also because of the suspicion of a secret passage to burn the entire Zongmen Temple house, so that the North Xuan faction station became a rubble.
Although in addition to the magic repair, there is no intentional murder, Lin Qingshang is still because of grief and anger, coupled with serious injuries, died a year later. His disciples can only carry the coffin, away from the Central Plains, and come to the Snowy Mountains.

"Da Xueshan?" Chen He thought he had got it wrong.
"Yes, there was no Qiankun view at that time. Daxueshan used to belong to the homeless Beixuan."
Chen Wo clenched his fist and whispered, "Would those get Beixuan Mibao?"
"do not know."
Interpretation of the distance, long-distance opening, "There are many sayings about this matter, Lin Qing said that Mi Bao has been buried for many years, the last one knows the secret of the teachings flying, this place is lost. He swears, If there is a half-falsehood in this sentence, let him fly away from the soul and die, and die without a place of burial. This is in exchange for the people to retreat. In the realm of comprehension, it is said that the six masters have already obtained the secret treasure, but only released This wind came to fool everyone, and even more said that it was the magic repair that got the treasure. Some people even suspected that Lin Qing was not dead. He rushed to Da Xueshan to dig the grave..."
The cave was quiet, only the wind blew the vines.
"In the end, no one knows the whereabouts of the treasure. In the next few hundred years, there will be news of Beixuan Mibao, and re-manufacturing countless souls."
Chen He was suspicious for a long while, or whispered: "Senior, what if this is true?"
He looked down at him: "I don't want to take this risk, you are more important than Beixuan Mibao."
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