After all, Gongsun Cheng's medical skills were taught by the Gongsun family. After his diagnosis and treatment, Gongsun Yao woke up after two days of rest. Although he still gasped for breath every step of the way, he managed to save his life.
What made Gongsun Cheng helpless was that after Gongsun Yao woke up, he was unwilling to say anything or go anywhere, so he just followed him, no matter where he went, and he couldn't leave him alone.
Chi Cangping breathed a sigh of relief. The girl didn't tell anything about him. It seemed that he was safe for the time being.
Lu Hanjiang, on the other hand, felt a little bored. Gongsun Yao chose to keep quiet, or even said nothing, which made him want to watch the excitement.
"Xiao Lu, what are you doing here?" Shangluo came up and asked, passing a fruit to Lu Hanjiang.
"Can't you see, of course I'm hunting for treasure," Lu Hanjiang took the fruit, looked at it, and asked, "There are still wild fruits in the Valley of Death? Or where did you get them?"
"What kind of image do I have in your eyes? This was brought to me by the Miao uncle from the Wushan tribe. They are very close. Many people have returned to the village in the past few days."
Shangluo herself also held a fruit, and when she bit it down, it was juicy, juicy and crispy. She looked towards the direction of the cave and asked, "By the way, Xiaolu, the treasure hunt you just mentioned is the kind of treasure hunt where there are treasures." ?”
"What's treasure hunting without treasure?" Lu Hanjiang wiped the fruit on his clothes and threw it to Gongsun Cheng, who thanked him and took a bite.
After a while, Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw that Gongsun Cheng was fine.
It doesn't look poisonous, he thought to himself.
"Is there really a treasure? Then I want to see it too!" Shangluo ate the fruit in her hand, clapped her hands and went into the cave.
Lu Hanjiang didn't say anything. Within a moment, the little girl came back. She looked a little frustrated. She pouted and complained: "It's pitch black, I can't see anything."
Shangluo's look of looking at a liar was ignored by Lu Hanjiang. The cave was not big, but it was not small. It would take some time to fill it with torches and light it up. Of course, you couldn't see anything when you entered it.
Gongsun Cheng also asked curiously: "Brother Lu, where exactly is this place and why is there such a cave?"
The Dead Farewell Valley itself is considered an out-of-this-world place. Before Baiduweng came, no one had paid attention to this place for thousands of years. Even the Miao people, almost no one had ever been there, let alone written records, even oral records. None of the folk songs passed down from word of mouth mentioned this place.
The Wushan people who were closest only knew that there was a miasma-filled valley here. The Miao land was so vast that there were countless named mountains, forests and valleys, and even more nameless ones.
Areas that are not suitable for human survival, such as the Dead Farewell Valley, can be found everywhere in Miao territory, so it is not surprising that there is a cave here, but if there are traces of human life in this cave, it will be difficult to explain.
Although Gongsun Cheng was not a serious scholar, he could see that there were many carvings on the stone walls on both sides of the cave, including flowers, birds, animals, pavilions, mountains, seas and palaces, which were definitely not formed by nature.
"That's a good question, dear brother. I'm also very curious. Why don't we go in and have a look together later?"
Lu Hanjiang didn't ask this out of the blue. He didn't know what was behind the stone door, or how to open the Xu Fu treasure inside, or the specific uses of the three magic weapons.
But one thing is clear. If the Xu Fu Treasure really deserves the word treasure, then the less people know about the things inside, the better.
To put it bluntly, Lu Hanjiang didn't want to bring Jin Yiwei in. If something inappropriate was dug up, it would always be inappropriate to silence one of his own.
This is not because he does not trust his subordinates, but because of a helpless logic of confidentiality. Only when no one knows, can it be called truly foolproof.
But whether he is an assassin or cannon fodder, it is always inconvenient for Lu Hanjiang to go in alone. The roles of Gongsun Cheng and Chi Cangping are reflected here.
On the other side, when he heard Lu Hanjiang's invitation, Gongsun Cheng, who was already interested, naturally would not refuse. He said with a smile: "Brother Lu invites me, how dare I refuse?"
Since Gongsun Cheng agreed, it was assumed that Chi Cangping would also go with him. Needless to say, Shangluo was a special case and would definitely go in with Lu Hanjiang.
The last remaining Gongsun Yao still lowered her head and said nothing, but held Gongsun Cheng's clothes tightly with one hand, and it seemed that she wanted to go with her.
Lu Hanjiang wouldn't care if there were one more person and one less person. Now that it was settled, he asked a few people to wait here. After a while, the Jinyi Guards came to report that the cave was filled with torches for lighting, and they could go in.
Lu Hanjiang immediately ordered all the Jinyi guards to wait outside the cave, and he led Gongsun Cheng and others into it.
After passing through the collapsed stone door, there is a wider space behind it. The surrounding area is already filled with torches, and countless white bones and corpses can be seen.
This pale and terrifying scene made Gongsun Yao so frightened that she hid behind Gongsun Cheng and did not dare to speak. Several other people also had chills running down their spines when they saw it.
Lu Hanjiang frowned and looked around. In the wide stone chamber, the bones had been cleared to both sides, leaving a road in the middle, and at the end was another stone door.
Compared with the one outside, this door is better preserved, and the texture and inscription on it are clearer. It is still Qin Xiaozhuan. On both sides of the stone door, there are amazing huge murals.
The painting seems to depict a fairyland-like place, with a high platform shrouded in clouds and mist, a banquet filled with guests, divine birds and beasts flying and singing loudly, and boys and girls walking through it, all wearing purple and gold belts, floating as if they were immortals.
In addition to the mural, the difference between this stone door and the previous one broken by Lu Hanjiang is that there is an obvious vertical hole in this door.
Several people stood in front of this huge stone door. Lu Hanjiang came closer, looked at the hole carefully, then pulled out the Wanling Sword and tried to insert it.
The process was unexpectedly smooth. The Wanling Sword was inserted all the way to the bottom without any hindrance. Only the hilt was left on the outside. It seemed to fit perfectly with the hole. Lu Hanjiang, who was holding the sword, clearly felt the pressure when the Wanling Sword touched the bottom. At that time, it seemed that he touched something.
Lu Hanjiang wanted to pull out the sword, but found that it seemed to be stuck by some mechanism, so he tried to turn it again. Unexpectedly, the seemingly smooth and complete stone door was actually divided precisely. Lu Hanjiang turned the hilt of the sword As he did so, the stones surrounding the hole also began to rotate.
He turned the hilt of the sword clockwise to the end, about a circle, and heard a dull sound of mechanical collision inside the stone door. Then, the entire stone door and the entire stone chamber shook slightly.
Several people looked surprised, holding their breaths and not daring to speak. Lu Hanjiang felt that the force that had just restrained the Wanling Sword seemed to have disappeared. He pulled out the sword. At this moment, a muffled sound came from the stone door. There was a lot of dust and smoke rising from the edge.
The stone door in front of everyone opened a gap in the middle, and then slowly began to move to both sides.
Different from the previous darkness, when this stone door opened, dazzling light came directly. Lu Hanjiang immediately took a step back and pulled the curious baby Shangluo back from the front.
The remaining Gongsun siblings and Chi Cangping were all dazzled by the strong light. The three of them subconsciously raised their arms to block it. When their eyes slightly adapted to the light, the scene in front of them shocked everyone.
Behind the stone gate is another world, exactly as depicted in the murals. Fairies and fairy children are laughing and chatting, gods from all walks of life are sitting down to have banquets, the people are stepping on colorful clouds and fairy mist, and the seven stars of the slanting moon are hanging above their heads.
Twelve towers in the distance, the stars, the sea, and the Milky Way intertwined in the sky. The sun and the moon shine together, never setting or darkening, eternity and eternity. Nearby, in the Immortal Palace of Ten Thousand Palaces, an old man with a white beard is asking questions from the immortals. Billions of creatures are kneeling down and worshiping, the way of heaven. The saint enlightens immortality.
The gods were right in front of them, and the fairyland was at their feet. The Gongsun brothers and sisters and Chi Cangping were stunned. At this time, a colorful-winged divine bird flew above their heads, lifting them up and starting to swim in the sea of fairy clouds.
The celestial music played continuously and the cheers continued. In this blissful moment, only Lu Hanjiang and Shangluo stood motionless at the gate. The two of them were in terrible silence. There was still a vague look of fear in the little girl's eyes.
Because unlike the first three people, the two of them did not see any immortals, no palaces, and no divine birds, sun and moon.
In Lu Hanjiang's eyes, he only saw a dilapidated area, with mountains of bones on the ground, rotten and broken cloth hanging high on both sides, half of the short and ugly palace had completely collapsed, and the remaining part looked like a huge tombstone. .
The dilapidated palace, with corpses all over the ground, had an even more sinister atmosphere than the mass graves, making it seem like a place of death on earth.
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