I have nothing but luck

For a while the world was spinning.

Jiang Jingxing called out tentatively, "Aci?"

"I'm here." Xie Rongjiao calmed down, "Is Brother Li here?"

Li Zhixuan probably fell hard just now, and his voice was shaky and weak: "I am here."

Xie Rongjiao let go of half of his heart: "It's good that they are all here. Master, what is this place?"

After a while of silence, Jiang Jingxing said, "I don't know either."

Li Zhixuan blurted out, without the slightest sense of poking at people's pain points: "Didn't it be arranged by you, senior?"

"I didn't expect there to be such an institution in the City Lord's Mansion." Jiang Jingxing could be said to have been wronged, "Besides, I arranged it, why didn't I tell Ah Ci?"

Li Zhixuan, who has no human rights, chose to keep his mouth shut.

"This place is unknown, take extra precautions." Xie Rongjiao touched the cold scabbard, determined that it was his Zhenjiang Mountain, and pulled out the sword with a clang, "It's so dark, I can't see the surrounding environment clearly."

As soon as the words fell, Haoran's sword energy thoughtfully illuminated him within ten feet.

The first thing Xie Rongjiao saw was not the continuous murals and ancient characters on the high stone wall, nor the water under his feet and the surrounding tomb-like furnishings.

The first thing he saw was the word Baji on the scabbard.

The eight poles of heaven and earth can be covered with one sword.

The tone is extremely arrogant.

The sword is a good sword that is not born in the world, and it is worthy of an arrogant tone.

It's a pity that no one is worthy of this sword for hundreds of years.

Famous swords have spirits, and they are not the master of destiny. Others can't draw their swords out of their sheaths as long as you let them participate in their creation.

After hundreds of years in the dusty sheath, Bajijian finally met someone who lived up to its sword edge, Jiang Jingxing.

After that, the master of the famous sword was chosen, and the saint was born.

Xie Rongjiao had heard this rumor when he was young, and tried to draw the sword out of its sheath with itchy hands. He tried his best, but the Baji Sword remained motionless in the sheath.

Jiang Jingxing coaxed him that he would not be able to pull it out until Hinayana.

He entered Hinayana half a year ago, and he didn't forget Jiang Jingxing's words, to pull out the Baji sword, he used all the cultivation bases capable of breaking mountains and landslides, but he still couldn't pull it out.

Jiang Jingxing told him again that he had to wait until the Holy Land before he could draw his sword out of its sheath.

Now that he has not entered the Holy Realm, the Baji Sword is still in his hand, and it weighs seven catties and two taels, just right.

Xie Rongjiao rubbed his eyes, stroke by stroke on the lettering on the scabbard, and confirmed that it was the Baji Sword.

He calmed down and found a very reasonable explanation:

The rumors in the rivers and lakes were probably made up by Jiang Jingxing in his previous storytelling in order to win praise. There are too many similar rumors to list them one by one.

As for the fact that he failed to draw the sword twice, it was probably because Jiang Jingxing got bored and tampered with the sword to tease him.

The logic fits perfectly, without mistakes or omissions, like something that the Jiangjing Guild can do.

Xie Rongjiao looked at Jiang Jingxing blankly, only to find that Jiang Jingxing looked like he had seen a ghost, which was even more unbelievable than him.

He hesitated for a moment, and mercifully exposed the matter first, and handed the sword to Jiang Jingxing: "Master, is this place dangerous?"

After following Jiang Jingxing for ten years, Xie Rongjiao asked himself if he had never seen him lose his composure like this.

Jiang Jingxing didn't take the sword, but took two steps back hastily.

Xie Rongjiao couldn't help being even more worried: "Is it so dangerous?"

Is there any dangerous situation in the world that can move a saint to such an extent?

"Ah? Is it dangerous? How do I know?" Jiang Jingxing's eyes were blurred and he was in a daze.

"Master, your left face shows impoverishment, and your right face says this road is impossible." Xie Rongjiao said bluntly, the third time he handed over the sword, Jiang Jingxing finally took the sword like a hot potato.

Jiang Jingxing subconsciously joked, "That's Ah Ci, you didn't see the horizontal script on my forehead: I'll open the way."

Xie Rongjiao smiled and said, "That's good."

With you by my side, I dare to accompany you to a place as dangerous as a trapped dragon pond and a tiger's lair.

Jiang Jingxing was immersed in shock and could not extricate himself, skipping the deep meaning of his three words.

Xie Rongjiao didn't need him to understand.

"The mural depicts the sacrifice of Xuanwu's body to worship the heavens, and the building of a barrier to isolate the turbid air in the north." Xie Rongjiao hesitated, "In addition to the furnishings of the tomb here, could it be the Xuanwu tomb?"

The four spirits counted thousands or even thousands of years ago, and it is true that they really existed, but it is too far away from now, and the evolution of the world for thousands of years is very different from the ancient times, and it is more like living in a myth. According to the legend, when the Xuanwu tomb really appeared, Xie Rongjiao felt unbelievable.

Li Zhixuan suddenly felt horrified: "The City Lord's Mansion is built on the Xuanwu Tomb, don't you feel frightened?"

If he, the Xuanwu Phoenix who cares so much, the most important thing is to sleep soundly and soundly, as if he can become a saint safely and securely if he gets close to the Xuanwu Phoenix.

can not do.

Xie Rongjiao shook his head: "Ordinary tombs are full of yin. But Xuanwu is one of the four spirits. He was born with the clean energy of heaven and earth. The place where the bones are buried is very good for people, but——"

Between his gorgeous eyebrows and eyes was the light flowing coldly from the tip of the sword, which overwhelmed his moving face for a while, and made him feel cold and compelling: "The turbid air in the Xuanwu tomb is not the clean air of Xuanwu."

The phoenix blood in his body roared unceasingly, and the anger transmitted was burning in his blood.

Xie Rongjiao pondered for a while, thinking that the phoenix has a spirit, so he should really want to kill the culprit behind the scenes.

He inherited the blood of the Phoenix, so he naturally wanted to inherit the legacy of the Phoenix.

Li Zhixuan shook his hand and almost threw the sword out of his hand: "Damn it, is Master Xuanwu blaming us for disturbing his sleep and swallowing us all at once?"

Lonely swordsman Li Zhixuan is not afraid of the big scenes of gathering and fighting in Beishou, and shows the demeanor of a swordsman who is not afraid of death; once faced with ghosts and metaphysics, his timidity is often unmatched for 500 years. .

Xie Rongjiao supported his forehead, reluctantly, most of the anger that Phoenix blood rushed up was suppressed: "Brother Li's idea is really unique."

Most people would never think of going here.

Similarly, the worst case is death, and I don't know why the treatment suddenly changed drastically when he ran to Li Zhixuan.

Jiang Jingxing didn't have any worries in this regard, and was shameless: "The world today is counting on me to survive, and Xuanwu will swallow me up in one gulp. Where can he find someone who works hard like me? Besides, if he wants to swallow, can he swallow it? He's not afraid of digestion bad?"

He is a person who has seen great ups and downs, enjoyed worldly bliss, and tasted the worst suffering in the world. The moment Xie Rongjiao pulled out the Baji sword cast a shadow on him that was a bit too big, but there may be something about Kyushu in the world. Unlocking the secret of the Xuanwu tomb, Jiang Jingxing quickly rescued himself from almost drowning him.

"Although the Xuanwu Tomb came here somehow, since it came here, it's fate, so it's a pity not to go around?"

Xie Rongjiao: "Take a look around, at least find the place where the turbidity originates."

Corridors are connected on all sides of the tomb, fearing that it would be difficult to see clearly, Jiang Jingxing simply summoned all the majesty of the tomb into a sword, and the whole underground tomb suddenly became bright, as if countless skillful servants were simultaneously adding lamp oil to the stone chamber in the corridor and lighting it up. candlelight.

Jiang Jingxing took out three copper coins, and was about to pick up his old book, which had been delayed for a long time due to Beishou, to make a divination about where he should go.

Xie Rongjiao knows his details well, how dare he give him this chance

He half-covered his eyes, not quite used to the suddenly bright tomb: "Go due north."

All Xie Rongjiao's skills were taught by Jiang Jingxing, of course it is impossible to learn the gossip without a teacher.

It came from the mysterious and mysterious perception of Phoenix Blood.

Li Zhixuan was so stabbed by the light that he couldn't stop crying: "Brother Xie, you want Xuanwu to guard the north, so you plan to go due north?"

Jiang Jingxing was not happy at first: "The road pointed by Ah Ci must not be wrong. With me, you can rest assured that you will not lose your life."

"That's not what I meant." Li Zhixuan explained weakly, feeling very wronged: "I originally wanted to say that I always felt that Master should be in the north."

Phoenix's true blood and Jiang Jingxing's copper coins are not the same, and they are indeed reliable.

They traveled smoothly, not to mention ghosts, and they didn't meet a single mouse, and they arrived at the gate of the main tomb.

The reason why it is judged to be the main tomb is because there are complete murals on the door that almost covers the sky and runs through the entire tomb. Since Xuanwu chose to suppress the turbid air, he died and left the bones to bless future generations. When it comes to burying bones here .

Li Zhixuan's nose was sour, and somehow he was not afraid anymore, and even harbored some kind of secret expectation, he muttered, "Is there any remains of Xuanwu inside? How should we open this door?"

"Good question." Jiang Jingxing praised, "There is a statement on the door that the Zhenlingzhu is used as proof, I wonder if the direct blast will affect the restraint inside."

Li Zhixuan would not believe the things left by the ancient four spirits, so for the sake of his life, he had better be careful.

Li Zhixuan murmured: "Spirit-suppressing bead? It sounds familiar, isn't it the legendary sage-suppressing orb that is a Xuanwu magic weapon?"

Jiang Jingxing couldn't bear it and said, "I don't want it to be either, but what is the name of this place?"

Li Zhixuan wailed and covered his head: "Where can I find this kind of thing that has disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years? It has come here all the time, and it would be reconciled not to go in."

Jiang Jingxing cast a hopeful look at Xie Rongjiao: "It is said that not only Xuanwu has Zhenlingzhu, but Phoenix also has eternal lights?"

Xie Rongjiao was ruthless: "It's fake, I haven't seen it before. When I was young, I checked the whereabouts of the Changbeng Lantern, and none of the ancient books recorded it."

If it is said that the Xie family did not have a long-burning lamp, it could be said that it was lost in the long history. However, given the well-preserved Xie family's classics, the word "chang-bright lamp" cannot be found in it.

Jiang Jingxing sighed heavily, "Since there is no ever-burning lamp, the Zhen Lingzhu is probably fabricated. You say that if it exists in the world, even if it is hidden in the treasure house of Emperor Zhou or Mo Luo's lair? I can get it, but It doesn't exist, where can I make one?"

Xie Rongjiao frowned: "You don't have to have the Zhen Lingzhu, I have a feeling in my heart that the door can be opened."

After saying that, he took a few steps forward, just enough to reach the distance of a palm on the door, and spiritual power poured into the door from his palm.

Xie Rongjiao's figure is almost negligible under the door of suspected ancient miracles.

There was a loud noise like thunder, and the tomb door slowly opened from both sides.