"It's also possible that they are grandparents, but they should have been found after being separated for a while."
"If you have children and grandchildren, you will have children and grandchildren! The Beichen lineage is not a monk's temple, so it is not forbidden to marry and have children!" Cai Zhao complained.
Mu Qingyan said lightly: "Ancestor Beichen may not have concealed the identity of his children and grandchildren. Maybe it was known to the world at that time that the ancestor's direct disciples were his blood descendants. It's just that over the past two hundred years, someone has deliberately erased this matter. .”
The young man bit down hard on the word 'someone', and Cai Zhao felt guilty.
She thought of the Thousand Faces Sect, a once-prominent sect that was exterminated only ninety years ago. Few people in the world knew about it, let alone the grudges from two hundred years ago.
The ancestors of the Mu family had a knot in their minds and did not want to mention that they were of the ancestor's blood; the Beichen Six Sect deliberately disappeared for various reasons and did not mention that their mortal enemies were of the ancestor's blood. So two hundred years later, not even the descendants of the two factions knew about it.
Mu Qingyan raised his head and concentrated, and murmured: "I just said, no wonder, no wonder."
Cai Zhao asked him why he was wondering, and he replied: "It is said that Yin Dai loved to imitate the ancestor Beichen in his life. There were two lotus plants in the pond in front of the ancestor's hall. He also wanted to plant two lotus plants outside his residence and give them to his two daughters. Named Qinglian Sulian. But since Beichen ancestor passed down six descendants, why did Yin Dai accept seven disciples before Qi Yunke."
Mu Qingyan looked at the stone wall, "According to the inscription on the wall, the ancestor only accepted one disciple of the ancestor, and the ancestors of your six sects were just slaves. However, the six of them obviously secretly regarded themselves as the disciples of the ancestor, plus me The ancestors of the Mu family had exactly seven disciples - it’s just that the secrets among them are not enough for outsiders to know.”
Cai Zhao thought about the past and immediately understood in his heart: "So that's it. No wonder their first surname was Cow, Horse, Pig and Sheep..."
In fact, she had also been surprised when she was a child. Patriarch Beichen didn't have three thousand disciples under him, which were too many to manage. There were only six disciples, four of whom were so young when they were picked up that they couldn't even remember their own surnames. Under normal circumstances, a master should give his disciples similar names. There is no way he would just casually add the surnames of cows, horses, pigs and sheep and then call them randomly.
It turns out that he is just a slave.
Who doesn’t want a dazzling ancestor?
The gangsters in the market have become rich, and they have not forgotten to trace back to their roots how great their great-great-grandfather was back then. Now, their descendants have lived up to their ancestors' honor and finally grabbed the territory of Santiao Street. Not to mention those who are competing for the world, the human world can no longer satisfy them. They either pull the dragon's veins and swallow the sun to become pregnant, or they expose the house with red light and fill the sky with clouds.
Such a truth would probably be difficult for someone like Song Yuzhi and Qi Lingbo to accept, but Luoying Valley is a family that can change their entire family property to their son-in-law many times. Would Xiao Cai Xianyu care?
She looked at the stone wall with interest and pointed at the slave who was sweeping the courtyard, "This must be our ancestor from Luoying Valley. He seems to be working very hard. When the ancestor and his disciples quarreled, he even tried to break up the fight. Honest and hard-working, no wonder the ancestor gave him the surname Niu." The old scalper worked hard and never complained.
Mu Qingyan sighed and laughed again, suddenly realizing that the anger he had just felt was in vain.
The girl's fingertips shifted and pointed at another slave holding a book with pen and ink in his hand - he was carefully counting precious jades and gems in the warehouse, "This must be the ancestor of Peiqiong Villa. The one who can make the ancestor entrust the important task of the warehouse, The ancestor of the Zhou family must have been a meticulous and honest man without any greed."
Mu Qingyan interrupted coldly: "That was when the ancestor was still alive, and after the ancestor passed away. Everyone said that Peiqiong Villa was the most wealthy and elegant in the world. God knows how much treasure the Zhou family has embezzled from the ancestor's storehouse!"
Cai Zhao said angrily: "Can you think of something better? Jiangnan is already rich. Peiqiong Villa has been carefully managed from generation to generation. The current scale is very reasonable."
Mu Qingyan turned his eyes and pointed at the slave standing on the stone wall with his head held high at the gate, "What about this one? Guangtianmen is built on the mountain, dominating one side, and the local people are strong and strong. His family's money to build the Wubao Where did it come from?"
"What a person you are!" Cai Zhao had no choice but to say, "How much money can the doorkeeper squander? Once the ancestor discovers it, he won't be kicked out immediately!"
When Mu Qingyan heard the words 'look at the gate', he couldn't help laughing.
"Don't always be aggrieved. Look here..." Cai Zhao pointed to the many scroll boxes entrusted to the dumb uncle by his ancestor before his death. "The Hanhai Mountains are layered on top of each other. The palaces, pavilions, ponds, and courtyards all over the mountains and plains are all fallen from the sky. Did you come down? The carving on this wall is probably just a meaning. Looking at the grandeur of the Hanhai Mountains, I guess the ancestor has entrusted his entire family fortune to the dumb uncle."
"Your ancestor had to leave Jiuli Mountain to establish a new branch. It was not only the legacy of the ancestors of the Six Beichen sects, but also the fact that the world's heroes could not accommodate him at that time. Alas, poor parents in the world, our ancestors have long expected that your ancestors Being stubborn and proud, and refusing to change your opinion to the death, your ancestors will have nowhere to go after you die, so you probably arranged a retreat for the dumb uncle."
The girl's smile was peaceful and gentle, and Mu Qingyan's heart, which was burned by resentment, seemed to have been poured with a clear spring. Especially when he heard the words "poor parents in the world", his expression finally relaxed.
He touched the girl's hair, his eyes were gentle, "I just had a bad temper and spoke irritably. Don't be angry with me. It's just, just..."
"Just what." The girl asked.
"My father has been wronged all his life, so I especially hate to see someone in the Mu family be wronged again." The young man looked sad, his face was cold and handsome, and his eyes were gloomy.
Just like many times in the past, the two had an argument, talked and laughed again, and then went to look at the stone wall——
"The person guarding the alchemy furnace must be the ancestor of Taichu Guan. My family's ancestral genealogy says that in the early years, Taichu Guan was most famous for refining elixirs. Later, he lost several times in the six sects' competitions and turned to focus on Practice martial arts."
"The guy with the big head who is washing the horses is probably the ancestor of the Siqi Gate. The ancestors of the Yang family are good at reading, and the Siqi Gate sounds much smarter than the Chariot and Horse Honor Guard Gate."
"You are so mean!" The little girl couldn't help but chuckle, like peach blossoms trembling in the spring breeze, "Ah, the ancestor of the Qingque Sect should be this boy who has always served the ancestor."
Mu Qingyan's eyes darkened slightly, "Well, I have been with my ancestor for the longest time, and we are also the closest. I have been influenced by my ears and eyes, and I guess I have learned the most skills. No wonder I can stay in Jiuli Mountain and inherit Muwei Palace in the end."
After some guessing, Cai Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up: "The ancestral genealogy says that the death of Patriarch Beichen was also the fault of the Demon Sect's founder, so the two sides became a fire and water. After we go out, I will tell the story on the stone wall Go out, maybe..."
"Maybe, maybe." Mu Qingyan rubbed the girl's forehead, his eyes were both pitiful and indifferent, "Do you think the two sides have been fighting for generations just because of what happened two hundred years ago? Okay, don't get involved in world affairs, let's think about it. How to get out."
Cai Zhaoda's eyes flashed, "Actually, I may already know how to get out."
Mu Qingyan was surprised and happy: "Zhaozhao is so smart now, I didn't notice it at all."
Cai Zhaoran said, "This has nothing to do with being smart or not. Only people from Luoying Valley can see it. Look here..." She pointed to the middle and upper part of the second stone wall——
I saw Mu Xiujue standing tall and tall in the middle, leading the good brothers he had just made to see Patriarch Beichen. Behind him, there was a young girl secretly pulling at the hem of Mu Xiujue's clothes. Ancestor Beichen was very happy, stroking his beard and laughing.
Mu Qingyan looked at it for a moment and noticed the difference, "In the other scenes, the ancestor is holding a whisk in his hand. Only in this one, he is holding a weeping flower branch... Wait, this stone carving is wrong. , it was modified by someone."
Because the person who modified it was not as skilled as the mute uncle, he only slightly erased the original whisk and carved it into a flower branch. At first glance, the stone marks were still there, so Mu Qingyan regarded it as a whisk.
"I think so too." Cai Zhaodao, "Actually, this is a peach blossom branch."
Mu Qingyan's eyes lit up: "Peach blossom? Fat peach blossom from Luoying Valley?"
The girl hit him angrily, "What a fat peach blossom? It's a mountain peach blossom, a mountain peach blossom!"
Mu Qingyan smiled and let her beat her, and then looked at the stone wall, "But it doesn't look like the mountain peach blossoms on the jade goddess statue."
"That's because the mountain peach blossoms on the statue are sideways, and this..." Cai Zhao added, "It's painted from top to bottom, so it looks like a round small bowl. If it weren't for the hanging leaves, The petals are as slender as hooks and have three distinct layers of upper and lower petals, making them indistinguishable from ordinary flowers."
Mu Qingyan asked, "Is there something special about it?"
Cai Zhao hesitated for a moment, but finally said it: "This is the secret agreement of our Luoying Valley, related to the Five Elements Bagua. We, the Luoying Valley, are few and weak, so we have to use machine formations to fight against the enemy. When the fighting is fierce, we often Our own people will also be trapped in the formation mechanism. In order to avoid accidentally injuring our own people, we will draw a way to break it or an escape route along the way."
"But in this way, the enemy will also see it. For this reason, the ancestors of Luoying Valley came up with this method - take the mountain peach blossom on the stone wall in front of you as an example. There are three layers of petals from the inside to the outside, and the innermost layer has two petals. , then move the stem position two places from left to right..."
Mu Qingyan groaned softly, "Then it will become the original position of leaving the position and moving to the dry position."
"Yes." Cai Zhaodao, "When you see the second Bagua picture, press the four petals on the second layer and move the original Gan position four positions from right to left, with the original Kun position on top."
Mu Qingyan understood, "When you see the third mark, move the seven lines from left to right according to the number of the seven petals on the third layer. Do this three times, again and again."
"That's right. With such inversion and repetition, even if the enemy notices that the pattern of the mountain peach blossom is different, it will be difficult to guess its meaning. According to the Bagua map, this pentagonal stone hall is the center of the underground palace, then..."
Cai Zhao walked to the iron wall that was added later between the two stone walls, and pointed from the crack to the Bagua pattern on the opposite iron wall, "Then this is the first picture. The lines should be rotated two places from left to right. "
Mu Qingyan also walked by and looked at the Bagua map.
The beautiful and calm little girl fixedly looked at the young man's back, "I have read that Bagua map carefully. Although the winding path is clearly depicted, the exit is not marked. However, you don't find it strange at all - now I can Let me ask you, which direction is the way to survive in the underground palace?"
Mu Qingyan turned around and said, "You have noticed this a long time ago, why didn't you ask earlier."
The little girl shook her head: "There are secrets in your religion. As an outsider, I shouldn't be able to ask."
A flash of self-mockery flashed in Mu Qingyan's eyes, "You dare to ask now because you just told me a secret of Luoying Valley. With so many comings and goings, you and I don't owe each other anything, right?"
Cai Zhao did not answer and looked at the brightly lit hall again, "Two hundred years ago, the loyal dumb uncle passed away after carving these five stone walls. The leader of Mu Xiujue did not make it public, but hid it deep under the Paradise Palace."
"One hundred twenty or thirty years ago, for unknown reasons, Master Mu Donglie built this underground palace with these five stone walls as the center."
"A few years later, the subsequent leader built an iron wall for some unknown reason to hide these five stone walls."
"And today, I discovered a secret mark passed down from generation to generation in the Luoying Valley in this vital organ of the Demon Cult."
Cai Zhao turned around and said, "Mu Shaojun, do you know the reason?"
Mu Qingyan looked at the girl, his eyes flashing darkly.
He didn't speak.
"What are you afraid of?" the girl asked.
Mu Qingyan shook his head: "I'm not afraid, I'm just worried."
"What are you worried about?"
"Worried about the unpredictable future."
The girl smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes, "But the future is unpredictable."
Mu Qingyan walked over and wrapped the silver chain in his hand around the girl's left wrist.
"But I hope that the future for you and me can be predicted." He lowered his head, with thick eyelashes, and carefully wrapped the silver chain around it, as if as long as it was tightly wrapped, everything would be fine.
Cai Zhao sighed softly and asked again: "Your religious name is Lijiao, which means Lijiao is twofold and bright, so is the way out of the underground palace through Lishi?"
"No." Mu Qingyan's mouth curved slightly, "On the contrary, the way to survive in the underground palace lies in the hurdles - the dangers and dangers, the abyss is unpredictable, and the road ahead is tortuous and bumpy."
He fastened the last section of the silver chain and kissed the girl's cheek before standing up. Her skin was warm, soft and amiable.
Cai Zhao felt just the opposite, his lips were cold.
She felt a sense of pity, like a faint thread lingering in her heart.
She reached out and hooked his neck, kissed his cold cheek, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, don't worry, there is always a way."
Mu Qingyan hugged the girl's soft body tightly, as if it was embedded in his own body.
He vaguely thought that it would be better to stay in this underground palace.
Chapter 83
The two stepped out of the boulder hall and set off again.
According to the key points mentioned by Cai Zhao, every time they saw a Bagua map on the iron wall, the two of them changed their positions in order. After marching like this for most of an hour, there were gradually fewer dead bodies and bones along the way, and finally there was no trace of anyone passing by.
"It seems that no one has been on this road for more than a hundred years." Mu Qingyan stretched out two fingers and lightly touched the iron wall, then raised his head to look at the top of the wall, "The places we passed before were dusty in different shades. The cobwebs also show signs of being broken and re-knitted. However, here, the dust and cobwebs are completely intact.”
Cai Zhao agreed.
Girl Mu Qingyan looked solemn and said softly: "Don't worry, it seems we are on the right track this time."
"I'm not worried about going wrong or going right, I'm worried about touching the corpses of my ancestors while walking." Cai Zhao smiled bitterly, "It's fine if the path is wrong. Since it is right, my ancestors who left marks are still there." Is there a way to survive?"
——Judging from the current situation, both of them secretly believed that the ancestors of Luoying Valley must have entered this underground palace by chance. Although they figured out the path to the underground palace, they were in a difficult situation and had no choice but to hint at the escape route on the wall carvings.
Since no descendants of Luoyinggu have heard of this incident, it is very likely that this ancestor died in the underground palace.
Mu Qingyan continued to comfort him: "Zhao Zhao, be more open-minded. Didn't you just say that Master Mu Donglie might be kind-hearted and philanthropic? Maybe he released all your ancestors."
Cai Zhao: "...you speak more sincerely when you are still lying."
Just as he was talking, an iron wall suddenly appeared in front of him. It was obviously the end of the road, and there were corner passages on the left and right.
The two of them had encountered this situation before entering the giant stone hall, and they had gone through it to the left and right, but both had failed. However, they now had a map to guide them.
"That's not right. According to what's written on the map, you should keep moving forward." Cai Zhao took out the silk handkerchief and looked at it. On it was a map she printed with charcoal strips burned by Huozhezi.
Mu Qingyan frowned and stared at the wall for a long time, and then groped around it cautiously. Suddenly his expression relaxed and said, "Here." Then he stretched his arms and pressed them somewhere above his head, then bent down and placed them on his waist. The location clicked.
