Chapter 689 The oriole is behind (1) Happy New Year
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Chapter 689 The oriole is behind ([-]) Happy New Year
When a pharmacist meets his favorite ingredients, it's like a man who goes to a brothel to find sex meets a stunning beauty. Xiao Yan immediately takes out a porcelain bottle from the ring and pours it wildly, filling more than a dozen large porcelain bottles until the water in the puddle is gone. At the end, Cai smacked his lips unsatisfactorily, and put the porcelain bottle back into the ring.
"The water from the Nine Springs is enough for refining 'Love of the Soul', haha." Xiao Yan thought happily, and then turned back to the throne.
"Well, am I right?"
Seeing Xiao Yan's expression, Jing Wuchen immediately guessed that Xiao Yan had found the water from the Nine Springs, and immediately felt complacent.
"You really have a lot of knowledge." Xiao Yan nodded happily, "Let's take a closer look at this place, maybe there are other good things, I always feel that this place looks like a ruin left by ancient times."
"I can't see that you are quite greedy. You are not satisfied with the water from the Nine Springs." Jing Wuchen joked happily.
"Anything is possible, and it doesn't take much time anyway."
Xiao Yan smiled innocently, then carefully sized up the stone pillars and broken walls.
Long Yi followed behind Xiao Yan, knocking left and right with the Thunder Spear from time to time.
It's not that Long Yi is looking for something, but he wants to follow behind Xiao Yan, in case that Hun Yingjue who doesn't know when will appear from a sneak attack.
"This place is clear at a glance, except that the pillars are stones, it's a waste of time." Jing Wuchen murmured in his heart, lazily leaning on a stone pillar and pulling out a curly leaf.
Looking across the stone wall, there are only some ancient reliefs on it, the gun was struck on the stone pillar, but there was no hollow muffled sound, Xiao Yan and Long Yi quickly searched every part of the ruins , but found nothing.
"Haha, didn't you find anything?"
Jing Wuchen was very proud of his correct judgment, but when he threw the leftover curly leaves on the ground and was about to stamp them out, he shouted as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey, look, the snow on the ground It's starting to melt now! Brother Xiao, is it because you took the water from the Nine Springs?"
Xiao Yan and Long Yi looked down, and sure enough, the snow on the ground was slowly melting, water had begun to seep out of the surface, and some places where the snow was thinner had even exposed the dark ground.
"Before, I wondered how this place was so different from other places. It turned out to be the reason."
Xiao Yan suddenly realized, and suddenly his eyes became fixed, staring at a corner after the snow had melted.
"Look, there seems to be something in that corner."
With a wave of Xiao Yan's sleeve, the hurricane blew up, and the snow on the ground was swept into the sky by Xiao Yan's wave, and then evaporated into water mist under the high temperature of the sky fire.
It was only then that Jing Wuchen and Long Yi discovered that a vague pattern was engraved in each of the four corners of this place.
"It seems to be a totem, maybe it's a symbol of an ancient race."
Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the fuzzy pattern, and he saw many lines with mysterious trajectories on it, but he didn't quite understand what it represented.
But after Jing Wuchen took a few glances, his eyes could no longer move away, his mouth was slightly opened, and he began to speak incoherently: "This is... this is the trajectory of the flying knife. I can be sure that these are the trajectory of the flying knife! Here There must have been an ancient race that used throwing knives as weapons!"
"Since there are here, there must be other places."
Jing Wuchen was very excited, and turned to look at the patterns on the stone pillars and broken walls.
But after walking around the ruins for a few times, Jing Wuchen wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant. Except for figures and patterns on the stone pillars and broken walls, there were no patterns similar to the lines of the flying knife trajectory.
"I always feel that the patterns on these four corners have a tendency to correspond far away. Wuchen, you are proficient in throwing knives, I think maybe you should think about it carefully, maybe you will have new discoveries." Xiao Yan seriously made a suggestion.
"Yup!"
Jing Wuchen's eyes lit up, and he squatted on the ground to observe the four patterns, and stretched out his hand to make gestures from time to time, until finally the throwing knife was released, flying according to the trajectory on the patterns.
Jing Wuchen was soon immersed in it.
Xiao Yan was at the side, but gradually discovered a clue. No matter which pattern Jing Wuchen sent out the throwing knife, the tip of the knife would point in the direction of the throne.
However, he and Long Yi knocked on the throne before, and found nothing unusual, Xiao Yan fell into deep thought.
Jing Wuchen also had the same discovery as Xiao Yan, he stopped throwing his knife, his eyes fell on the throne, and then he walked quickly towards the throne, so excited that even his steps trembled slightly.
Xiao Yan, who was awakened by the sound of footsteps, understood Jing Wuchen's intention and asked, "Are you sure you are here?"
"The flying knife pointed out the direction." Standing in front of the throne, Jing Wuchen couldn't hide his surging emotions, "I believe it's correct, there should be martial arts and fighting skills hidden in it."
"Then good luck to you!"
Xiao Yan looked carefully at the throne again, but still found nothing unusual, he couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and stood quietly with Long Yi, expecting Jing Wuchen's surprise.
In the slightly dim valley, apart from the rustling sound of Jing Wuchen caressing the bluestone material of the throne, there was silence.
After waiting for a long time, just when Xiao Yan began to frown, Jing Wuchen slumped on the ground, beating the ground weakly with his fists, very frustrated: "Really not! Could it be that this is just God and me? a joke?"
"Since there is no harvest, how about destroying the throne?"
Xiao Yan drew out the Tianhuo Eternal Ruler.
"It's absolutely impossible, maybe we haven't found the key yet." Seeing that Xiao Yan was going to destroy the throne, Jing Wuchen sat up from the ground, "There is still a glimmer of hope, and if it is destroyed, nothing will be left." .”
But Xiao Yan's expression didn't change at all: "Since I've tried all the methods and found nothing, why waste time? Didn't you say that there is nothing here before? You were so calm before there was no hope. How could you worry about gains and losses when you have a little hope? ? What should be yours is always yours, what is not yours, there is nothing to regret, maybe there will be a surprise?”
"Master, I'm just a little reluctant. Well, I'll listen to you, smash it!"
Looking at the dilapidated throne, Jing Wuchen took a few deep breaths, and raised his voice ruthlessly.
Xiao Yan smiled, stepped in the air and slashed down with his ruler. The broken throne was split into four pieces amidst the rising dust, and collapsed to the two sides, exposing the base of the throne.
It has to be said that Xiao Yan's thoughts were indeed meticulous, and when he struck, he also considered the possibility of hidden treasures in the throne, and did not smash the throne into countless pieces, but controlled the force to split it into four pieces.
The dust dissipated, and the throne that caught the eyes of the three people was still solid bluestone, and there was no surprise that the three of them expected. Jing Wuchen's eyes were full of deep disappointment.
"I said can you not just look at the broken stones."
With a flick of his sleeve, Xiao Yan swept away the dust on the base, revealing the dark stone surface, which was engraved with densely packed characters.
"This is it? My God!" Jing Wuchen vaguely saw the word "flying knife" from those ghostly drawn peach charm characters, and his heart suddenly "thumped" and asked Xiao Yan in surprise, "How did you find out of?"
"It's because you were too worried that destroying the throne would destroy your martial arts and fighting skills, so you focused all your attention on the broken pieces of the throne." Xiao Yan replied naturally, "And I went up and down without finding anything. Looking around, I didn’t expect to see a few scratches in the corners of the base that were not covered by dust, it’s as simple as that.”
"It's that simple?"
"You are called impatient and chaotic, understand?" Long Yi taught Jing Wuchen a lesson in an old-fashioned way.
"You little brat, why are you imitating the tone of an adult?" Jing Wuchen came back to his senses, said something to Long Yi angrily, and couldn't wait to look down at the characters carefully.
"What exactly are these characters written?" Xiao Yan didn't understand these characters at all, "Is it a martial art?"
"It seems to be the writing of a certain ancient race." Jing Wuchen replied while identifying it, "It seems that it is really a fighting technique suitable for flying knives."
"seem?"
Yes is yes, no is no, how can it still "seem"?
"Many races in ancient times have been wiped out in history, and their writing has gradually been forgotten, and I only understand a little bit." Jing Wuchen spread his hands helplessly.
"You're not even sure, so you're still so happy?" Xiao Yan felt speechless.
Jing Wuchen's excitement didn't diminish because of Xiao Yan's blow: "Haha, although I only understand a little, I still understand the first sentence of the young master, "World-level primary fighting skills " and "flying knife" I can still recognize the words Xiaoye."
"Your luck is really good. You just got a world-level primary fighting skill when you entered the inner circle." Long Yi smacked his lips, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.
"But it's useless for you to only know these few words." Xiao Yan couldn't help being a little worried while being happy for Jing Wuchen.
"I'm not worried about it at all. I have a friend who likes to delve into this area of knowledge. Even if I can recognize some, then he must understand."
Jing Wuchen said confidently, his eyes were full of little stars twinkling.
Xiao Yan clapped his palms, opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "That's great, I didn't expect to harvest the magic core, the water of the nine springs, and now a world-level primary fighting skill. This fantasy realm is indeed a treasure. ah!"
"Haha." Jing Wuchen also smiled, "It's thanks to Brother Xiao, if you didn't insist on searching here, we would not have discovered this fighting skill."
Patting Jing Wuchen's shoulder, the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled: "Hurry up and put away your precious fighting skills, let's go, there are still many good things waiting for us."
"Ah."
Jing Wuchen nodded heavily, put the entire throne base into the ring, and followed Xiao Yan and Long Yi out of the valley.
The three of them gained a lot. Looking up at the sunny sky, their mood suddenly brightened.
"Where should we go next?" After going through a series of events, Jing Wuchen had already asked Xiao Yan as the leader in his heart.
"Look." Xiao Yan raised his hand and pointed to the distance, "There are two groups of people in the red coniferous forest over there, and they will probably meet soon."
"What's the situation? Is there another treasure?" Jing Wuchen regained his spirit.
(End of this chapter)
When a pharmacist meets his favorite ingredients, it's like a man who goes to a brothel to find sex meets a stunning beauty. Xiao Yan immediately takes out a porcelain bottle from the ring and pours it wildly, filling more than a dozen large porcelain bottles until the water in the puddle is gone. At the end, Cai smacked his lips unsatisfactorily, and put the porcelain bottle back into the ring.
"The water from the Nine Springs is enough for refining 'Love of the Soul', haha." Xiao Yan thought happily, and then turned back to the throne.
"Well, am I right?"
Seeing Xiao Yan's expression, Jing Wuchen immediately guessed that Xiao Yan had found the water from the Nine Springs, and immediately felt complacent.
"You really have a lot of knowledge." Xiao Yan nodded happily, "Let's take a closer look at this place, maybe there are other good things, I always feel that this place looks like a ruin left by ancient times."
"I can't see that you are quite greedy. You are not satisfied with the water from the Nine Springs." Jing Wuchen joked happily.
"Anything is possible, and it doesn't take much time anyway."
Xiao Yan smiled innocently, then carefully sized up the stone pillars and broken walls.
Long Yi followed behind Xiao Yan, knocking left and right with the Thunder Spear from time to time.
It's not that Long Yi is looking for something, but he wants to follow behind Xiao Yan, in case that Hun Yingjue who doesn't know when will appear from a sneak attack.
"This place is clear at a glance, except that the pillars are stones, it's a waste of time." Jing Wuchen murmured in his heart, lazily leaning on a stone pillar and pulling out a curly leaf.
Looking across the stone wall, there are only some ancient reliefs on it, the gun was struck on the stone pillar, but there was no hollow muffled sound, Xiao Yan and Long Yi quickly searched every part of the ruins , but found nothing.
"Haha, didn't you find anything?"
Jing Wuchen was very proud of his correct judgment, but when he threw the leftover curly leaves on the ground and was about to stamp them out, he shouted as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey, look, the snow on the ground It's starting to melt now! Brother Xiao, is it because you took the water from the Nine Springs?"
Xiao Yan and Long Yi looked down, and sure enough, the snow on the ground was slowly melting, water had begun to seep out of the surface, and some places where the snow was thinner had even exposed the dark ground.
"Before, I wondered how this place was so different from other places. It turned out to be the reason."
Xiao Yan suddenly realized, and suddenly his eyes became fixed, staring at a corner after the snow had melted.
"Look, there seems to be something in that corner."
With a wave of Xiao Yan's sleeve, the hurricane blew up, and the snow on the ground was swept into the sky by Xiao Yan's wave, and then evaporated into water mist under the high temperature of the sky fire.
It was only then that Jing Wuchen and Long Yi discovered that a vague pattern was engraved in each of the four corners of this place.
"It seems to be a totem, maybe it's a symbol of an ancient race."
Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the fuzzy pattern, and he saw many lines with mysterious trajectories on it, but he didn't quite understand what it represented.
But after Jing Wuchen took a few glances, his eyes could no longer move away, his mouth was slightly opened, and he began to speak incoherently: "This is... this is the trajectory of the flying knife. I can be sure that these are the trajectory of the flying knife! Here There must have been an ancient race that used throwing knives as weapons!"
"Since there are here, there must be other places."
Jing Wuchen was very excited, and turned to look at the patterns on the stone pillars and broken walls.
But after walking around the ruins for a few times, Jing Wuchen wilted like a frost-beaten eggplant. Except for figures and patterns on the stone pillars and broken walls, there were no patterns similar to the lines of the flying knife trajectory.
"I always feel that the patterns on these four corners have a tendency to correspond far away. Wuchen, you are proficient in throwing knives, I think maybe you should think about it carefully, maybe you will have new discoveries." Xiao Yan seriously made a suggestion.
"Yup!"
Jing Wuchen's eyes lit up, and he squatted on the ground to observe the four patterns, and stretched out his hand to make gestures from time to time, until finally the throwing knife was released, flying according to the trajectory on the patterns.
Jing Wuchen was soon immersed in it.
Xiao Yan was at the side, but gradually discovered a clue. No matter which pattern Jing Wuchen sent out the throwing knife, the tip of the knife would point in the direction of the throne.
However, he and Long Yi knocked on the throne before, and found nothing unusual, Xiao Yan fell into deep thought.
Jing Wuchen also had the same discovery as Xiao Yan, he stopped throwing his knife, his eyes fell on the throne, and then he walked quickly towards the throne, so excited that even his steps trembled slightly.
Xiao Yan, who was awakened by the sound of footsteps, understood Jing Wuchen's intention and asked, "Are you sure you are here?"
"The flying knife pointed out the direction." Standing in front of the throne, Jing Wuchen couldn't hide his surging emotions, "I believe it's correct, there should be martial arts and fighting skills hidden in it."
"Then good luck to you!"
Xiao Yan looked carefully at the throne again, but still found nothing unusual, he couldn't help shaking his head helplessly, and stood quietly with Long Yi, expecting Jing Wuchen's surprise.
In the slightly dim valley, apart from the rustling sound of Jing Wuchen caressing the bluestone material of the throne, there was silence.
After waiting for a long time, just when Xiao Yan began to frown, Jing Wuchen slumped on the ground, beating the ground weakly with his fists, very frustrated: "Really not! Could it be that this is just God and me? a joke?"
"Since there is no harvest, how about destroying the throne?"
Xiao Yan drew out the Tianhuo Eternal Ruler.
"It's absolutely impossible, maybe we haven't found the key yet." Seeing that Xiao Yan was going to destroy the throne, Jing Wuchen sat up from the ground, "There is still a glimmer of hope, and if it is destroyed, nothing will be left." .”
But Xiao Yan's expression didn't change at all: "Since I've tried all the methods and found nothing, why waste time? Didn't you say that there is nothing here before? You were so calm before there was no hope. How could you worry about gains and losses when you have a little hope? ? What should be yours is always yours, what is not yours, there is nothing to regret, maybe there will be a surprise?”
"Master, I'm just a little reluctant. Well, I'll listen to you, smash it!"
Looking at the dilapidated throne, Jing Wuchen took a few deep breaths, and raised his voice ruthlessly.
Xiao Yan smiled, stepped in the air and slashed down with his ruler. The broken throne was split into four pieces amidst the rising dust, and collapsed to the two sides, exposing the base of the throne.
It has to be said that Xiao Yan's thoughts were indeed meticulous, and when he struck, he also considered the possibility of hidden treasures in the throne, and did not smash the throne into countless pieces, but controlled the force to split it into four pieces.
The dust dissipated, and the throne that caught the eyes of the three people was still solid bluestone, and there was no surprise that the three of them expected. Jing Wuchen's eyes were full of deep disappointment.
"I said can you not just look at the broken stones."
With a flick of his sleeve, Xiao Yan swept away the dust on the base, revealing the dark stone surface, which was engraved with densely packed characters.
"This is it? My God!" Jing Wuchen vaguely saw the word "flying knife" from those ghostly drawn peach charm characters, and his heart suddenly "thumped" and asked Xiao Yan in surprise, "How did you find out of?"
"It's because you were too worried that destroying the throne would destroy your martial arts and fighting skills, so you focused all your attention on the broken pieces of the throne." Xiao Yan replied naturally, "And I went up and down without finding anything. Looking around, I didn’t expect to see a few scratches in the corners of the base that were not covered by dust, it’s as simple as that.”
"It's that simple?"
"You are called impatient and chaotic, understand?" Long Yi taught Jing Wuchen a lesson in an old-fashioned way.
"You little brat, why are you imitating the tone of an adult?" Jing Wuchen came back to his senses, said something to Long Yi angrily, and couldn't wait to look down at the characters carefully.
"What exactly are these characters written?" Xiao Yan didn't understand these characters at all, "Is it a martial art?"
"It seems to be the writing of a certain ancient race." Jing Wuchen replied while identifying it, "It seems that it is really a fighting technique suitable for flying knives."
"seem?"
Yes is yes, no is no, how can it still "seem"?
"Many races in ancient times have been wiped out in history, and their writing has gradually been forgotten, and I only understand a little bit." Jing Wuchen spread his hands helplessly.
"You're not even sure, so you're still so happy?" Xiao Yan felt speechless.
Jing Wuchen's excitement didn't diminish because of Xiao Yan's blow: "Haha, although I only understand a little, I still understand the first sentence of the young master, "World-level primary fighting skills " and "flying knife" I can still recognize the words Xiaoye."
"Your luck is really good. You just got a world-level primary fighting skill when you entered the inner circle." Long Yi smacked his lips, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.
"But it's useless for you to only know these few words." Xiao Yan couldn't help being a little worried while being happy for Jing Wuchen.
"I'm not worried about it at all. I have a friend who likes to delve into this area of knowledge. Even if I can recognize some, then he must understand."
Jing Wuchen said confidently, his eyes were full of little stars twinkling.
Xiao Yan clapped his palms, opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "That's great, I didn't expect to harvest the magic core, the water of the nine springs, and now a world-level primary fighting skill. This fantasy realm is indeed a treasure. ah!"
"Haha." Jing Wuchen also smiled, "It's thanks to Brother Xiao, if you didn't insist on searching here, we would not have discovered this fighting skill."
Patting Jing Wuchen's shoulder, the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled: "Hurry up and put away your precious fighting skills, let's go, there are still many good things waiting for us."
"Ah."
Jing Wuchen nodded heavily, put the entire throne base into the ring, and followed Xiao Yan and Long Yi out of the valley.
The three of them gained a lot. Looking up at the sunny sky, their mood suddenly brightened.
"Where should we go next?" After going through a series of events, Jing Wuchen had already asked Xiao Yan as the leader in his heart.
"Look." Xiao Yan raised his hand and pointed to the distance, "There are two groups of people in the red coniferous forest over there, and they will probably meet soon."
"What's the situation? Is there another treasure?" Jing Wuchen regained his spirit.
(End of this chapter)
