But once inside, he was dumbfounded.
Follow things? Just pry off two rocks and carry them away?
This cave is a bit too simple. The space is at most seventy or eighty square meters, with only a stone bed, a stone table, four stone pillars, a copper teapot made of paste, and four copper cups.
No hair at all, really no hair at all!
At least there should be a few famous swords, a few secret books, or at the worst some daily necessities. But this place was really empty, but the small place of seventy or eighty square meters actually made him feel particularly open...
Is it because I think too much, or is the Holy Lord really shabby?
Jiang Fan fell into deep confusion...
But he didn't know that Gu Qingshan, who was running away at a trot, was also scratching the back of his head in confusion.
——What does the Holy Lord mean? Apart from myself and my senior brother, there are indeed not many people at the level of Dao Zun Tianjizi who have come in...
They were not the only ones confused. The fisherman and the old handsome guy sat in the distance and watched, also a little puzzled.
"Old Yu, have you ever been in that cave?" said the handsome old man.
The fisherman shook his head: "The place where the Holy Lord lies, Yan has never had this honor."
"Then tell me, the Long-Eyebrow Holy Lord... he can't be deceitful..." the old handsome guy said with his head in the air.
The fisherman said calmly: "Sage Taihua is the supreme martial artist in the world, and he will not plot against a junior."
"Why did you let him in... What's the scene like inside? It looks unremarkable from the outside. Is there something different inside?"
The old handsome guy is really curious.
To be honest, there are few people in the world who are not curious.
This is the cave of the Holy Lord Chang Mei. It is said that the Holy Lord has never changed his residence in this life. It is really unbelievable. Chang Mei is the master of the holy land respected by warriors all over the world. Although he has not taken action a few times, he has shocked the world every time.
Everyone in the world knows that the Long-Eyebrow Holy Lord came down the mountain three times.
For the first time, the Holy Lord was thirty years old. He was still young and invincible when he debuted. He challenged the Hundred Saints for a hundred days and ended up victorious in every battle.
The second time, when the Holy Lord was sixty years old, he discussed the Tao with the top ten warriors in the world. At that time, Xuanyuan Bu Sheng had not yet reached the top, and the Holy Lord was voted the best in the world.
The third time, when the Holy Master was one hundred and twenty years old, he visited Mount Tai, climbed to Kunlun, met the Taoist Master, met the Lord Buddha, traveled to the five countries, traveled to the four frontiers, and traveled to all corners of the country. After ten years, he returned and climbed to the top of Taihua. , succeeding to the throne of Saint.
After more than a hundred years, the Holy Lord never left Taihua again, but who in the world does not know his majestic reputation?
Interestingly, it is said that Changmei spent 99% of his time in Taihua in this cave.
Therefore, martial arts cultivators all over the world are curious and think that there must be a big secret, and it may even be the secret to achieve the invincible way of the Holy Lord.
Jiang Fan has also heard of this legend, but now he just wants to curse that the secret of fart has no truth, nothing is true, and it is empty.
Looking at the only couch, table, and tea set in front of him, Mr. Jiang was stunned. Could it be that the Holy Lord slept here, drank tea, and became invincible in the world?
Mr. Jiang was a little unbelieving in evil, and always felt that there must be something inside, so he dug into the hole and inspected every inch, even the corners. In the end, he found nothing. It was a simple stone cave with some traces of artificial polishing, but It depends on the situation just to level the playing field.
The imaginary hidden stone carvings and secret doors do not exist at all.
Gu Qingshan agreed to herself so easily. Could it be that this is really the case?
Confused, he took a look and saw that there was no one outside, so he jumped on the stone couch and lay down there, holding his breath and concentrating...
However, there is nothing but panic.
Only a fat man like the Holy Lord can sleep there!
Jiang Fan cursed while changing dozens of positions, even sitting cross-legged and meditating, rotating the heaven and earth. Hehe, he finally determined that it was just a big stone and it was useless.
Mr. Jiang still didn't believe in evil and sat down at the stone table again. Of course, it was no surprise that he couldn't do anything while lying down and sitting down was the same.
In the end, Young Master Jiang placed his hope in the pulp-filled teapot, wondering if there might be some enlightenment tea in the novel.
But when he opened the lid, he stared straight at him. He didn't need to soak it in water to know the aftertaste. It was enlightenment tea. Isn't this the particularly cheap Mangshan wild tea that he made?
The teapot is even more ordinary. It has nothing except a very thick brass material, which is probably worth a hundred bucks. As for the four cups, they are the same thing. If this set is new, it can be sold at a street stall for up to 200 yuan.
There are question marks all over my head. Where is my secret? Where is my sword? Where is my natural treasure?
In fact, even just now, Mr. Jiang was still very curious, always feeling that there must be something surprising, but now...
Yes, you can be sure that I was a bit shaken by the poor.
Just when he was feeling extremely aggrieved and wanted to yell at Gu Qingshan, an old man walked in carrying a broom and dustpan.
The old man was so old that he was swaying and trembling, as if the ground was slightly uneven and he would be unable to get up.
Not to mention the wrinkles on his face, which are not even comparable to those of walnut skin. His old eyes have long been covered by drooped eyelids, and no matter how hard he tries, they can only lift a crack.
As for the hair and beard, they are even more sparse, depending on the number of strands.
Seeing Jiang Fan in a daze, the old man seemed a little surprised. He let out a feeble sound, revealing his only remaining front tooth. Jiang Fan felt that eating lotus root would definitely help his teeth.
However, the old man just made a sound and said nothing else. He slowly dragged the broom and started cleaning the cave.
Jiang Fan was just staring blankly at the area of seventy or eighty square meters. Looking at the speed, wasn't he going to work all night?
"That... old man..." Seeing that the other person didn't care what he was doing, Jiang Fan decided to take the initiative to ask.
"May I ask who you are?"
The old man just lowered his head and swept the floor, seemingly not hearing at all.
Are you too old and have deaf ears?
Jiang Fan had no choice but to raise his voice: "Old man, who are you?"
The old man still didn't speak, Jiang Fan raised his voice and said: "Old——"
"Don't - noisy - noisy..."
The old man finally spoke, but he was weak. The effect of just three words was almost like slow motion in a movie.
Jiang Fan had no choice but to hold back the rest of his words. The old man still lowered his head and swept the floor seriously. Jiang Fan just watched like that. For half an hour, the old man walked to the corner tremblingly, carefully put down the broom, and turned around in ten breaths.
"Boy...the work is not done yet..."
Jiang Fan couldn't hold it in any longer: "Stop working so hard, I'll sweep it for you later."
The old man raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked at him: "Well... who are you?"
I went and finally started talking. Jiang Fan quickly said: "Junior Jiang Fan, may I ask who the senior is?"
"Ah - I, the second disciple of the Holy Lord, Yang Bachi..."
I go! Jiang Fan was shocked, feeling that he was one of the legendary three disciples of the Holy Lord, the old man who was still alive.
As everyone knows, there are only three disciples of the Holy Lord. None of them has survived him, so they can't afford to wait. When they are one hundred and nine, they rush to leave first.
One is the youngest Gu Qingshan.
The other one is the only remaining second disciple, Yang Bachi.
