He hugged her closely.
Cai Zhaoyan was willing to surrender and immediately counterattacked.
However, they were too close to fight each other hand-to-hand, and they couldn't use any moves. Neither of them wanted to use their internal strength, so the fighting became more and more unseemly. Even the fights in the market were better than theirs.
One uses a jerry-rigged grappler, and the other uses a crooked Dragon Capturing Technique. You pull my ears, I bite your chin, you hit my back with your elbow, and I headbutt your lungs.
——This is why a fight between two masters will inevitably turn into a fight between naughty boys rolling on the floor.
Finally, Mu Qingyan relied on his tall body to throw Cai Zhao down on the carpet, "Cai Xiaozhao, are you being unreasonable? What happened a hundred and twenty years ago has nothing to do with me. Why are you trying to embarrass me!"
Cai Zhao was so suppressed that he could hardly breathe: "...Don't you have a surname of Mu? If not you, who would blame you for the dirty things your ancestors did!"
"I'm not from Mu Donglie's side, my direct ancestor is Mu Dongxu!"
"Can you write two characters of "mu" in one stroke?!"
Mu Qingyan was so angry that she stood up and pulled Cai Zhao up. At the same time, she held her arms from behind to prevent another fight. "Don't you just think that your ancestor Luo Shiyun was bullied by Mu Donglie? Okay, you and me I’ll come over and take a look!”
He took the girl to an embroidered couch next to Haishi's big bed, pointed to a pink jade basket on top, "See for yourself, what is this!" He then pointed to a needlework jade box next to the pink jade basket, "You Look here again.”
The materials for the pink jade bamboo basket are piled up, and the top is a half-patched men's robe. The robe is exquisite and valuable, but there is a scratch on the elbow. Inside the sewing box are various colored sewing threads, as well as silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses. .
After more than a hundred years, the jade, silver needles and most of the precious clothing materials are still intact, but most of the threads have turned to dust and remain just as they were when the original owner left. Cai Zhao had touched one of the thread balls before, and it immediately fell apart.
Mu Qingyan pointed at the various colored thread balls in the needlework jade box, "Look at the different sizes of these thread balls. The largest one is as big as a fist, and the smallest one has only a little bit of white thread left. Apparently Mrs. Luo has mended more than one thread." A piece of clothing. But when we looked through the wardrobe just now, we found that the remaining clothes were all new, and none of them had been mended - what does this mean!"
"It means that your Mu family is so wealthy that you have lost all your mended clothes!" Cai Zhao scolded.
Mu Qingyan continued: "It means that when Mu Donglie left, he didn't take away a few pieces of pearls, agates, emeralds, and gold from the palace. He only took away all the robes that his wife had mended, and he was reluctant to keep them. It means , they are a loving couple, not taking anything by force!"
"You are so eloquent, go make up a storybook!" Cai Zhao struggled hard, but his tone had softened a lot.
Mu Qingyan forced the girl's chin to look at the half-patched robe in the jade basket, "Look at the stitching on this robe - you are also a woman. Tell me, what kind of situation would it be like?" Stitches like this?!”
Cai Zhao couldn't help but said: "It's not like you don't know that I don't know how to be a female celebrity at all. When we were at the Snow Mountain Inn, you patched up the holes in my clothes. Are you asking this now to humiliate me on purpose?! "
Mu Qingyan had a heart attack and almost died of anger, "Who expected you to do it? I showed you! You can't tell whether the needlework is good or not! You can tell it based on your own conscience. I mended it for you under the oil lamp. How do these clothes compare to those bought in the shop?!"
Cai Zhao's eyes wandered for a moment.
Although he is a useless needleworker, Mu Qingyan has never used needlework before. Even when Huang Laofeng didn't think about fasting, Mu Zhengming lived a simple life, but he felt sorry for his son's suffering at a young age, so he tried his best to make up for it in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.
After the age of five, Mu Qingyan never wore clothes that needed to be mended. It was probably the first time he picked up a needle in the Snow Mountain Inn, but he was far more agile than Cai Zhao and got started quickly.
When it comes to sewing skills, how can a novice like him compare to the master needleworker who eats his bread in the tailor shop?
So Cai Zhao smoothly recounted Party A's experience: "Of course..."
Seeing Mu Qingyan's dangerous gaze, she immediately changed her words, "Of course you did the sewing. You worked hard to mend it for me under the oil lamp. I remember your finger was pricked at that time. "
Mu Qingyan's long eyebrows stretched out and he smiled softly: "It's good that you know!"
He then pointed to the robe in the basket, "The stitches are dense and small, well-proportioned, and more labor-intensive than ordinary sewing. If Mrs. Luo was forced to be here, she would have such tenderness and sweetness, and patiently help Mu Dong. Are you going to sew and mend your clothes?"
"Not to mention the potted flowers and plants on the window sill. Judging from the notes in the study, Mrs. Luo should have taken care of them herself. Watering, pruning, and fertilizing every day... Is this kind of leisurely and leisurely life possible for a resentful woman? ?”
Cai Zhao glared: "Have you said enough? If you say enough, let me go!"
"No, there is one more thing." Mu Qingyan held the girl tightly in his arms, "You can say a thousand words and ten thousand, but that was more than a hundred years ago. The Six Beichen Sects and I taught for two hundred years There are constant conflicts. If you want to use the previous grievances between the two parties to settle accounts with me, then I, I, we... what should we do!" When he said the last five words, his face was full of anxiety.
Cai Zhao calmed down and said softly: "I know, I won't settle the score with you." Unlike the hot-tempered girls of the same age, she was smiling and gentle most of the time.
"I don't know why I suddenly lost my temper." She was a little tired.
Mu Qingyan slowly loosened his upper arm and said, "If you have a temper, just let it go. I'll take care of it." He carefully stroked the girl's arm, "I used too much force just now. Did I hurt you?"
Cai Zhao didn't want to talk about it anymore: "Fortunately, let's leave it here for a while. I don't know what's going on outside, so let's go out quickly."
Mu Qingyan touched her head and pulled her out.
When passing the study again, the two of them turned around and turned to the shrine.
Mu Qingyan pressed the jade-paper wedding certificate back under the ancestor's jade statue. Cai Zhao arranged the incense case and the offering tray, and finally bowed three times to the ancestor's jade statue, but they were at a loss and didn't know what to ask for.
After coming out of the front gate of the palace, Mu Qingyan turned around and looked back. He saw a jade plaque engraved with gold wire hanging on the high eaves of the palace, with the word "Dongyun" written in ancient script.
Mu Qingyan's heart and hair were blocked. It was so earth-shattering, but in the end all that was left to future generations were these two words.
Under the jade steps outside the main entrance of the palace, and along the small steps of the arch bridge, there is a jade screen wall with a huge mural of Luan and Phoenix engraved on it, and in the center is a Bagua map - this is also the last thing they saw in this underground palace. A Bagua map.
Cai Zhao sighed: "You thought before that this underground palace seemed to be trying to hide something, but it turned out that it was not hiding things, but hiding people. Whether it was to trap Madam Luo or to protect Madam Luo, in short, it was built by Master Mu Donglie Such a large underground palace is designed to prevent anyone from breaking in. Therefore, he does not want anyone to get out alive. "
Mu Qingyan sighed, "But Mrs. Luo was worried that her family in Luoying Valley would accidentally break into the underground palace in order to find her, so she carved escape tips everywhere. However, without the acquiescence of the leader Mu Donglie, Mrs. Luo would have been unable to do anything The one who carved these many gossip maps. I really don’t understand, since they are in love, why would they go so far as to build an underground palace to get married? "
Cai Zhao sighed softly: "Maybe it's easy to fall in love, but hard to settle in life."
Mu Qingyan turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a gloom that was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.
Then, following the last Bagua map, the two found a rockery in the woods in the palace's front courtyard and entered the secret passage inside. This secret passage is no longer made of fine iron. Instead, its shape is similar to the tunnel leading to the moment of youth. The ground and the top of the wall are paved with bluestone.
As they walked in the secret passage, they felt that the terrain was getting higher and higher, and they were obviously traveling from the underground to the surface. Knowing that they were about to leave the underground palace, the two of them strangely did not feel happy. Instead, they felt heavy in their hearts and spoke very few words.
No matter how long the road ahead is, it will eventually end.
Mu Qingyan pushed open a stone door engraved with the image of mountains and rivers meeting each other. He thought it would be bright and bright, but unexpectedly it was still pitch black, and there was a gloomy and putrid air blowing towards his face.
Cai Zhao was stunned: "Why am I still in the underground palace?"
Mu Qingyan looked around and suddenly said: "No, we have already left the underground palace. This is the mezzanine." He let go of his hand and the stone door behind him immediately closed.
Only then did they realize that there was another three-foot-thick iron wall on the outside of the stone gate. Once closed, the iron walls were so tightly jointed that later generations could not find out which iron wall was behind the stone gate.
The two held hands and walked around, and found that this place was originally a very large and square iron house, but later generations had built several stone houses in a haphazard manner, just like the stone machine room where Nie Zhe was before. generally.
Mu Qingyan explained the details to Cai Zhao in detail - Mu Donglie built an underground palace under the Paradise Palace. In order to avoid being easily discovered, the underground palace and the Paradise Palace were far apart, and this square iron The house is the transit point between the Paradise Palace and the Underground Palace.
If the person Mu Donglie agreed to came down from the Paradise Palace to this iron house, he would naturally know how to go to the underground palace through the stone door. Otherwise, even if the entire iron house was blown up, he would not be able to find the secret passage. However, Nie Zhe obviously didn't know the secret. He thought it was just an underground secret place and used it to hide his secrets.
Cai Zhao casually pushed open the door of a stone room, and there were piles of mummies inside!
Judging from the clothes, there are both villagers at the foot of the mountain and ordinary churchgoers. The corpse was shrunken as if it had been sucked dry, as if there was only a layer of human skin covering the skeleton. On the skeleton-like face, there was only a numb and weird expression of horror.
"This, this is the Corpse Puppet Slave?" Cai Zhao was so disgusted that he almost vomited and ran away quickly.
"...Not entirely." Mu Qingyan stared at this scene steadily, "It seems that Nie Zhe is practicing the spirit leech method."
Cai Zhao was horrified: "Spiritual Leech Technique? Isn't this evil skill already banned? No, no, you can't practice this evil skill at all. People who practice it will explode their Dantian."
According to old legends, the spirit leech technique is an extremely vicious and evil technique. It is said that it can absorb the true energy of other people's Dantian, and even suck the flesh and blood of a person's body to dryness.
Naturally, progress was very rapid at first. However, most people in the world practice different martial arts. Some follow the Yin-Han sect, and some follow the Yan-Yang sect. The six Beichen sects come from the same lineage. Over the past two hundred years, the key points of each sect's internal skills have also been Not quite the same.
Even if an elder wants to pass on his skills to a younger generation, he must belong to the same sect and have the same cultivation level before he can do so. For example, Cang Qiongzi from Taichu Temple passed down his kung fu to Qiu Yuanfeng because they were both masters, uncles and nephews, as well as members of the same sect.
Martial arts practitioners can practice Kung Fu of other schools because they can use different attributes of Kung Fu for their own use during the practice process. However, if they directly absorb the internal energy in other people's Dantian, it will be like eating them alive, and it will soon come back to bite them.
Mu Qingyan said: "Nie Zhe forced these people to practice the same inner skills and mental methods as him, and then absorbed them. Hum, what a waste, he actually came up with such a destructive trick."
The short-term training of the villagers and low-level cultists obviously cannot be very profound, but Nie Zhe wanted to win with quantity, so he could only harm as many people as possible.
"Will this work?" Cai Zhao couldn't imagine.
Mu Qingyan sneered: "If it works, how come the good-for-nothing Nie Zhe uses this method after all these years?! Nie Hengcheng is busy fighting for power and profit every day, and he doesn't teach his nephew anything. Nie Zhe doesn't understand anything because of the trouble."
Cai Zhao shook his head: "Although our Beichen Six Sect also has scum with ulterior motives, at least we won't make such a big show of corpse-refining slaves, which is harmful to the world."
The two went to look through the other stone chambers, a bloody torture chamber, a miscellaneous chamber full of broken limbs, and a green-lit elixir room.
Cai Zhao was almost vomiting when he saw it. Finally, the door of the fourth stone chamber opened. There were no mutilated limbs or dead bodies, only a human figure locked by an iron chain on the stone wall.
Mu Qingyan held Cai Zhao behind him and slowly approached.
This man had a gray beard and a thin body. His body was wrapped with iron ropes, and there were Luanpo needles stuck in several large holes. If there was no faint sound of breathing, they would almost think that this was a dead body.
"Who?" The man suddenly raised his head when he heard the noise, his voice was rough, but his eyes were shining brightly.
He looked at Mu and Cai, and then fixed his gaze on Mu Qingyan, his eyes uncertain, "Master, Master? Why are you here?" The glimmer of light fell on the young man's face, which was a familiar and handsome face. However, his appearance is very similar to that of his old friend, but his expression is cold and alert, completely different from Mu Zhengming's peaceful and casual appearance.
The old man immediately noticed, "No, you are not the eldest young master. You...who are you..."
Mu Qingyan sneered and said, "It turns out to be Nie Hengcheng's dog. Why are you locked up here by Nie Zhe?"
When Nie Hengcheng was in power, his attitude was ambiguous about whether to let Mu Zhengming succeed him. As a result, the congregation was divided into two factions. Those who were loyal to the Mu family, such as Elder Qiu Baigang, still insisted that Mu Zhengming was the 'Shaojun', but those who supported Nie Hengcheng vaguely called Mu Zhengming the 'eldest son' - Mu Qingyan You'll understand as soon as you hear it.
The old man's heart suddenly moved, "Are you Mu Qingyan? You are Sun Ruoshui's son, and you have grown so big?!"
At this time, Mu Qingyan also noticed that the old man had six fingers on his left hand. His thoughts changed and he blurted out: "Are you Elder Yuheng, Elder Yan Xu of Yuheng?"
Chapter 85
Five of the seven-star elders back then are dead, and only two are left.
Cai Zhao remembered that Mu Qingyan said that one of the remaining two was Elder Tianshu, the grass-roots man on the wall, and the other was Elder Yan Xu of Yuheng who was not standing on either side.
Yan Xu murmured: "It turns out that so many years have passed and you have grown up so much. That year when I went to Huanglaofeng Busi Zhai, you were only seven or eight years old, and then I was plotted against..."
Mu Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "So, you have been imprisoned for ten years. Didn't you praise Nie Hengcheng very much? You kept saying, 'If the Mu family is not happy, the Nie family will succeed', how come you are treated like a dead dog by Nie Zhe?" Locked up for ten years?”
"Ten years? It has actually been ten years." Yan Xu stared at Mu Qingyan closely, his cloudy and old eyes seemed to clear up instantly, "Is Nie Zhe dead?"
Mu Qingyan wrote lightly: "It's almost over."
Yan Xu asked again: "Where is Sun Ruoshui? Is she dead?"
When asked in front of his son whether his biological mother was dead, Cai Zhao couldn't help but sigh that the devil's sect has such a unique style of painting.
Mu Qingyan's jawline tightened slightly, "...I haven't thought about it yet."
Cai Zhao looked at him in surprise - didn't Mu Zhengming ask him to take care of his biological mother before he died? how……
Yan Xu was also very surprised, but what he asked was, "Has the eldest son passed away?"
"Yes." Mu Qingyan replied shortly.
Yan Xu closed his eyes and sighed: "He must have been killed by someone."
"...Yes." Mu Qingyan said, "I just figured it out recently."
Cai Zhao opened her mouth wide and looked at him in shock - she had no idea about this.
"Why don't you ask who killed my father?" Mu Qingyan said.
