Ye Nantian glanced at his eldest son Ye Wei with a solemn face, and Ye Wei immediately stepped forward and threw a large box of different models of miniature scouts to the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The miniature scouts were then activated, and they rushed towards the cave.

After a while, a miniature topographic map appeared on the people's breathing masks.

Seeing that everything was normal, Ye Nantian turned around and clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, the sword shrine has been opened and you can enter." But please remember to come out before dawn! ”

Everyone looked at each other, but no one had just taken the first step. Obviously, everyone is in danger when things come to an end, after all, in the face of the fear of the unknown, everyone will be afraid.

Murong Feng didn't have much fear, after all, she had a strange experience, she had died, she had also visited the Yama Hall and jumped over the Nai He Bridge, and she still had a meow immortal at home, and she was dealing with these gods and monsters all day long in the game, and her nerves had long been numb. Even if a zombie with a talisman suddenly popped out of this sword mound......

"I'm !!" Feng Bo immediately screamed in fright, and raised his hand to slap it with a Tiangang palm.

Immediately, this jumping zombie was smashed to pieces by Feng Bo's Tiangang palm technique, and metal parts were scattered all over the place.

It's embarrassing.

"Master Ye, what's going on?" Feng Bo asked Ye Nantian angrily.

Ye Nantian touched his nose in embarrassment, and said with a dry smile: "Blame me, blame me, it's been too long, and I just remembered that there are still many puppets left in this sword mound that were made in the Heavenly Workshop back then." These puppets are actually mechanical equipment sent by the ancestors of the village to explore the way in the sword mound. It's just that I didn't expect that after so many years, it can still operate normally, it's incredible! ”

When everyone heard this, many people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, you don't have time to wait, please come in." Ye Nantian said politely: "Ye is here to wish you a full return in advance. ”

"Xie Yezhuang's good words, Feng is one step ahead." After all, Feng Bo had just been frightened into a gaffe, so he was anxious to regain face, so he took a group of Kunlun elite disciples to take the lead and walked cautiously into the cave.

With the first lead, one after another people followed the team slowly into the dark cave.

And the major factions naturally did not fall behind, and they entered the cave one by one under the leadership of a group of grandmasters.

Seeing that the people in the square were almost gone, Murong Feng always stood with his hands in his hands and stared silently. Because she smelled a familiar sensation from the cave, a sixth sense that she had trained after being pitted too much by the system in the game......

"Head of Murong? The head of Murong? At this time, Ye Nantian walked to Murong Feng's side, and seemed to be very puzzled why Murong Feng, who had never been afraid of heaven and earth, was still hesitant? In case this already rare high-level sword spirit is given a head start by a sect master of another faction, it will be a shame.

"Is there something wrong with Master Ye?" Murong Feng asked knowingly.

Ye Nantian asked embarrassedly, "Why don't you go in yet?" ”

Murong Feng turned his head and looked at Ye Nantian deeply, and said lightly: "After all, this sword mound has not been opened for more than three hundred years, and no one knows what monsters will appear in these hundreds of years, since they are willing to go to the thunder first, then I won't join in the fun." Master Ye Zhuang decided to come back next year to participate in the famous sword conference of Guizhuang and say goodbye. ”

Ye Nantian was dumbfounded instantly, he didn't expect Murong Feng to retreat directly when the matter came to an end.

"No, why don't you play according to the routine!" Ye Nantian's mood at the moment was both crazy and complicated. Because he hoped that Murong Feng would stay as a reinforcement, but he was also afraid that she would lose half of her hair here, because those military police outside would definitely raze the entire Hidden Sword Villa to the ground.

Murong Feng really said that he would leave, without dragging mud and water at all, and directly took off and disappeared into the night sky.

Ye Wei watched Murong Feng's distant figure walk behind Ye Nantian, and said nervously, "Father, did that person see something?" ”

Ye Nantian turned his head and looked cold, and said coldly: "Don't talk too much!" No matter what is in the Sword Shrine, we don't know about it in the Sword Hidden Sword Villa, and we don't need to know it! We just need those people to collect the sword spirits for us. Remember, this is the ancestral teachings! ”

"Yes, the child knows it's wrong." Ye Wei hurriedly bowed his head in fear.

***

After Murong Feng flew away from the Sword Shrine, he did not immediately return to the Swallow Dock, but turned around and came to the ancient pavilion on the top of the Feilai Peak.

Sure enough, there was already a group of people staying here in the ancient pavilion.

The Fahai Zen Master of Lingyin Temple, the Zixu Zhenren of the Kendo League, the Cangxuanzi of Wudang, the three major monks of Yuanzhi, Yuantong and Yuanjue of Shaolin Temple, and two ordinary old men who seem to be the same as Fahai. But being able to sit on an equal footing with these few is obviously not an ordinary person.

The Chixia Fairy was also among them, and as soon as she saw Murong Feng flying in the air, she immediately stood up and giggled, "Look, I expected this girl to come here." ”

Murong Feng flew down, glanced at everyone, walked into the pavilion with his hands in his hand, and said indifferently: "A few seniors don't go to sleep in the middle of the night, and run to the top of the mountain with a high black wind to enjoy the moonlight?" ”

Zixu Zhenren immediately laughed and said, "Look, the head of the Murong family is here to ask us old guys for their crimes." ”

"Amitabha." Fahai recited the Buddha's name and saluted, "Lord Murong, please take a seat." ”

Murong Feng snorted lightly, shook his skirt and sat down unceremoniously, and then asked, "Say, what are you hiding from me?" ”

"Ahem, ahem." Several people in the audience coughed lightly, but no one was the first to speak.

Murong Feng looked around and stared at the Chixia Fairy, who hurriedly said, "Don't look at me, I don't know what I know yet." ”

Murong Feng turned his head to look at Fahai again, after all, Lingyin Temple and Tibetan Sword Villa were old neighbors. If there is really any secret small action in the Hidden Sword Villa, it is impossible to hide it from this old monk.

Fahai Heshi said: "Lord Murong Shi is a long story, if you want to trace it back, you may have to start from three hundred years ago. ”

"It's okay, take your time, I have time." Murong Feng was so tidy.

Fahai looked at everyone present and said in a deep voice: "Then does Murong Shiren know the origin of this sword mound?" ”

Murong Feng nodded and said: "Legend in the rivers and lakes that the sword mound was originally a place where the ancient sword demon Dugu sought defeat, but later evolved into a secret realm of martial arts after the vicissitudes of life, and was finally occupied by the Hidden Sword Villa. ”

Fahai shook his head and said, "What Lord Murong said is something that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows, and this is not what the old man asked. ”

"Then I don't know." Murong Feng shook his head and said.

Everyone secretly scolded the little fox, with the power of the Zhao family, it is estimated that the Zhao family wants to investigate the hidden sword villa, and it is estimated that they even know everything that the other party buried in the ancestral tomb, and it is impossible not to know the secret things in the sword tomb. It's just that looking at Murong Feng's attitude now, it seems to be clear, if you don't say it, don't expect her to share her own information.

In fact, everyone present really wronged Murong Feng, because she came to the Famous Sword Conference purely with a group of girls to see the lively and knowledgeable mentality this time. If it weren't for the phone call from her mother before, she would have gone back directly after watching the excitement. Anyway, the so-called divine soldiers are already antiques that have been eliminated by the times for hundreds of years, and even if they take it back, it is just to add a piece of collectibles, and it is not worth her hard work at all.

"Head Murong, after all, this matter is about the people of the world." One of the two old men said in a deep voice.

"I don't know how to ask for advice?" Murong Feng hugged his fists.

"The old man's Nandian sword, next to him is the old man's senior brother Beigong Sword." The old man said lightly. The senior brother in his mouth looked arrogant.

Murong Feng's pupils shrank, and he immediately said respectfully: "But the two swords of the Tianshan Mountains? She was respectful, but in her heart she secretly wondered if these two old monsters had already been given to Zhao by the temple? Why did you suddenly come to Earth again? Is it for the sake of Cangxuanzi and Chixia Fairy?

"Oh? I didn't expect you, this little doll, to know the name of the old man! Beigong Jian was slightly surprised, and seemed to be very comfortable being recognized by Murong Feng.

"The two predecessors made a name for themselves when they were in the world, and even after a hundred years, the younger generations have often heard of it." Murong Feng patted his ass. In fact, except for some old monsters, the new generation of people in the rivers and lakes don't know what the name of the Tianshan Sword Erzun, which was once famous in the rivers and lakes, represents.

"Okay, there is no need to say more about the compliments of the head of Murong." Nandian Dao shook his head lightly and said, "Let's get down to business." This time, the Tibetan Sword Villa disregarded the ancestral teachings and restarted the sword mound, which will inevitably cause a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. You're also a sect master now, can you just let it go? ”

Murong Feng was slightly surprised in his heart, but on the surface, he chuckled and said, "There are a few seniors sitting here, it seems that it is not the turn of the juniors to intervene, right?" Besides, the younger generation really doesn't know anything! ”

Beigong Jian snorted dissatisfiedly, Nandian Dao coughed dryly, and said slowly: "Okay, since the head of Murong has to say it clearly, then the old man will say it clearly." ”

"Listen up." Murong Feng said solemnly, but the soul of gossip ignited in his heart. It is obviously not a trivial matter to be able to alarm these two great gods here. Could it be that what my mother said on the phone is true?

"Back then, the Hidden Sword Villa had to terminate the Demon Slaying Conference under pressure from all sides and seal the Sword Shrine. However, after three hundred years, the descendants of the Hidden Sword Villa are still unwilling to be lonely in the end......" Nandian Dao sighed and shook his head.

"Wait!" Murong Feng raised his hand and interrupted, "Senior, what is the matter with the Demon Slaying Conference?" And the Hidden Sword Villa sealed the sword shrine, isn't it because their family's 'divine soldiers' can't be sold? ”

Several old guys glanced at Murong Feng deeply, and they all slandered this little fox's acting skills to get the actress.

Fahai opened his mouth and said, "It seems that Murong Shi really doesn't know anything. ”

Murong Feng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I said at the beginning that I didn't know anything, but you don't believe who can blame you." That Daozun senior, don't stop, continue to talk. Why was the Tibetan Sword Villa forced to seal the sword shrine in the first place? Is there also a famous sword conference originally called the demon slaying conference? ”

Nandian Dao twitched the corners of his mouth, and suddenly asked, "Does Master Murong believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world?" ”

Murong Feng nodded very calmly and said, "Faith, I have seen it with my own eyes." ”

Beigong Jian was surprised: "Have you really seen those things?" ”

Murong Feng smiled lightly: "You should ask the Fahai Zen Master, Zixu Zhenren, Cangxuanzi Daoist and Chixia Fairy here, haven't they all seen it." ”

"Amitabha." The Yuanjue monk, who has always been like an old monk, spoke for the first time: "Monks should not believe in ghosts and gods, but only in Buddhism. But Lao Wei still wanted to ask Murong Shizhu, who is the one in the donor's mansion who is sacred? ”

There was silence in the gazebo, except for a few gentle breaths.

Murong Feng suddenly smiled and said, "It's good to talk about the Famous Sword Conference, why did it suddenly come to me?" Master Yuanjue's being a monk is not something you should know, so don't ask around, there are some things that you mortals can't know. ”

The eyes of several old Shaolin monks flashed and they were silent. But it makes the atmosphere in the gazebo more dignified.

Murong Feng seemed to be unaware, and continued to chase after Nandian Dao and asked, "Senior Dao Venerable, you haven't answered my question yet." ”

Nandian Dao coughed lightly and said embarrassedly: "Since the head of Murong has already been in contact with those things, he must also believe what the old man said next...... Mythological stories. ”

"Myths?" Murong Feng smiled in surprise and said, "It sounds so exciting, hurry up and tell me what secrets are hidden in this sword mound?" Could it be that there is a big devil who wants to destroy the world? ”

After Murong Feng finished asking, he saw that everyone's expressions were wrong, and he was immediately surprised: "Hey, hey, I'll just say it casually, shouldn't it really make me right?" ”

"Ahem." Nandian Dao coughed dryly twice, and said helplessly: "Although it is similar to what you expected from the head of Murong, it is just that what is sealed in that sword mound is not a big devil, but a 'road' to the unknown world." ”

Space Channel ?!! Murong Feng was immediately surprised.

"Well, how can I describe it." Nandian Dao coughed dryly: "Although this thing sounds very unscientific, those immortals and ghosts are not scientifically explainable. ”

Next, I listened to Nandian Dao slowly narrate a shocking secret.

The story can be traced back to the ancient times when the sword demon Dugu sought defeat and roamed the rivers and lakes.

At that time, human civilization was still in the primitive stage, and the belief in ghosts and gods, praying to gods and worshiping Buddha had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Everyone believes that there are gods and demons in this world.

Until the legendary demon really came!

And then, of course, there is no suspense in the war.

The war lasted for a hundred years, with countless casualties and an entire civilization on the verge of collapse.

Until one day, a meteorite suddenly fell from the sky and smashed on the entrance of the space passage impartially.

When the Nandian knife said this, he pointed at it with his hand - Feilai Peak!

"In short, it is a history that has been deliberately erased by successive generations of authorities, because it will directly collapse thousands of years of human faith." Nandian Dao said with emotion: "Although only a few people know that period of history, history will always leave its own traces in various ways. ”

"And what happened to the Demon Slaying Conference, the predecessor of the Sword Conference?" Murong Feng asked.

"This matter will start from the time when the Tibetan Sword Villa was established." Nandian Dao got up and looked at the brightly lit Tibetan Sword Villa in the valley by the railing, and said in a deep voice.