After leaving the guest house, he walked to the intersection of Yuquan Peak going down the mountain. Wen Heng said to Liao Changxing: "Senior brother, please go to Linqiufeng Tibetan Sword Pavilion and wait, and stabilize the head and the elders for me. I will come when I go."
Liao Changxing asked suspiciously, "Why, isn't the person you're looking for at Linqiu Peak?"
Wen Heng said with a smile: "This old senior has a weird temperament and doesn't like to meet strangers. It's better for me to find him alone, so as not to make him unhappy."
Liao Changxing thought for a while, and said, "Alright, they are asking for you, so it shouldn't be difficult for me to support you for a while." He glanced at Wen Heng, as if he had something to say, he swallowed again when he came to his mouth. When I got down, I went back and said, "Go quickly."
Wen Heng turned around and walked towards the back mountain. After all these years, the mountain has not changed much, and the grass and trees are still familiar scenery. Went along the road in the forest and touched the junction of Yuquan Peak and Linqiu Peak. The forbidden area boundary monument stood in the same place with murderous aura. When I looked up again, I could see the faint eaves on the top of Linqiu Peak. There is the Tibetan sword pavilion where the pure Jun swords were collected in the past.
He walked into the depths of the woods and quickly found the place he was looking for. The boulder that blocked the entrance was now covered with moss and blended harmoniously with the surrounding landscape. Wen Heng flew up and kicked away the stone, only to feel a cool cold wind brushing his cheeks, with a faint musty smell unique to the ground, he jumped down without hesitation, this time there was no obstruction, He fell straight into the secret passage of the underground palace.
Wen Heng still used the old method. He estimated that when he was about to end, he raised his hand and slapped the ground to cushion it and landed firmly on the ground. The wind from the hem of his clothes blew dust. He wiped the fire book, and a bright yellow firework flickered, illuminating the wall in front of him, and it was full of strange writing and pictures. Wen Heng knew that these things could not be seen, so he was about to look away when his eyes swept across the wall inadvertently, his eyes suddenly narrowed slightly and settled on a piece of writing on his left.
Xu was the after-effect of being taught to write by his father by pressing his head when he was a child. Wen Heng was particularly sensitive to handwriting. How could this large curving text look familiar? He must have seen it somewhere before, but he suddenly thought about it. , and it is difficult to grasp that fleeting flash of light.
He stared blankly at the wall for a while, puzzled, but fortunately, he was engrossed in his own thoughts, and he didn't let those weird calligraphy and painting be a nightmare, and it was easy to get away. Wen Heng said in his heart: "The business is important, I'd better return the Chunjun Sword first. I have already written down the words left and right, and it will not be too late to go into details later."
Thinking like this, he subconsciously touched the Chunjun sword on his back. At this moment, it was as if a bolt of lightning descended from the sky, splitting the mist of the Lingtai, causing the cold and hard iron sword to jerk, and Wen Heng suddenly grabbed the thread of the mystery.
He quickly took off the long bag on his back, untied the cloth, and shook out the pure Jun sword. Under the firelight, the golden inscription on the sword reflected a little light.
Wen Heng suddenly got up and quickly browsed the cipher text on the wall with the fire fold in hand, and actually told him to find two identical handwritings in the corner.
His thumb rubbed the two uneven words, and it looked as if he was in meditation in front of the wall, but only Wen Heng could hear the drum-like heartbeat. He remembered that Gu Chuifang had said that the patriarch found the underground palace of Yueying Mountain by following the Chunjun sword. Coincidentally, Xue Qinglan also said that there is also an underground palace and a Fengyue sword of the same material under the Xiji Lake of the Chuixing Sect.
Since the sword and the underground palace are creations of the same era, and often appear together, then which underground palace should the "Xuanyuan" sword enshrined in Yongcuizhai correspond to
Three swords, three underground palaces, will there be other underground palaces in this world that are buried deep in the ground and have not yet come to life? Who are these underground palaces built, and what are their uses? Most importantly, why were Chunjun Sword and Xuanyuan Sword kept in the palace? Does the court know about the connection between the sword and the underground palace? Nie Zhu infiltrated the Chunjun faction to steal the sword back then. Was it because he wanted to satisfy his own selfish desires, or did someone else instruct him to do so
And does the secret behind this also have some relationship with the imperial court's fearful attitude towards the martial arts in the Central Plains
His mind was spinning fast, and countless fragmentary thoughts were circling in his mind for a while. He picked up every segment and every sentence said by the nine masters that night, and re-examined it word by word.
"You have studied Lingxiao Zhenjing and have a black gold token, but you don't know the origin and use of the Chunjun sword, or even know that it has similar swords. Are you a disciple of Buxu Palace?"
Buxu Palace
By the way, he also wondered at the time, the Chunjun sword is the treasure of the Chunjun faction, why did the nine masters ask him with the Wujin token and the Buxu Palace, these three are clearly the relationship between the eight poles...
and many more!
Wen Heng's face changed suddenly, he reached into his arms, and took out the order of the Xuanming Master of the Buxu Palace left to him by Su Youfeng.
The Wujin token was quite heavy, and although Wen Heng always carried it with him, he never had time to study it carefully. At this moment, his left hand was a pure Jun sword, and his right hand was Wujin Ling. Suddenly, he found something in common in the heavy hand feeling. When he picked it up and looked closely, he saw that the black iron was generally black with golden sand, like the night sky full of fine particles. Xingzi, the tentacles are extremely cold and firm, the two objects collide, and the sound is like hitting jade and gold. The embossed handwriting on the token is very similar to the Chunjun sword inscription and the stone inscription on the wall, both in strokes and structure, and must be from the same vein.
When Su Youfeng gave this token to him, he said that this is a text that Buxu Palace has used for many years. It has long been lost in the Central Plains and is only still used on Kunlun Mountain.
So... the builders of these underground palaces are actually Kunlun Buxu Palace
But such a huge underground palace will inevitably cost countless human and financial resources, not to mention those precious martial arts secrets, a Yueying Mountain Palace can support the entire Chunjun faction. Buxu Palace has great ability, it should have unified the martial arts of the Central Plains long ago, why should it be hidden in the Kunlun Mountains, and there are not even a few rumors about this martial art in the rivers and lakes
Thinking of Su Youfeng, Wen Heng took advantage of the situation to think of his nemesis. Feng Baoyi, the leader of the great masters, was born in the Kunlun Buxu Palace. The appearance of the nine masters seemed to know the inside story, so Feng Baoyi would be better than him. Clearly, so the two ancient swords in Yongcuizhai's collection are inseparable from him
The complex mysteries are like being pulled by a thin thread, and when one end is pulled, a series of questions are drawn. Wen Heng repeated in his mind what Master Jiu said that night several times, his eyebrows tightened, and finally stopped when he asked about King Qing's death, Master Jiu's answer.
He said that King Qing was under the osmanthus tree in Yongcuizhai, and was pierced by the inner guard with a sword of Xuanyuan.
Why Yongchunzhai
He was dazed by shock at that time, patronizing the hatred of the inner guard and the emperor, and even ignored this strange detail-Yongcuizhai is located in the depths of the West Palace, close to the inner garden. The emperor's daily living place, a small study that could not be more biased, why did the emperor choose to fight King Qing there
When King Qing was young, he and the princes learned boxing and feet with the martial artists in the palace, and they practiced the authentic "Tianhe Treasure Scroll". When he was young, he went out to Beijing to travel around the rivers and lakes. Soon after, they went to the northern battlefield together. After that, they only traveled between the capital and the border, and never set foot in the rivers and lakes. It can be said that there is no intersection with the Chunjun faction and the Buxu Palace, and they are completely out of touch.
If it weren't for this encounter, Wen Heng would not have linked the death of King Qing to the affairs of the rivers and lakes even if he wanted to break his head.
The underground palace was damp and shady, and it was a hot summer day outside, so staying here should make people feel comfortable, but Wen Heng just stood still, and the cold sweat crawled on his back, and he even felt a chill that penetrated deep into his bones.
Step by step, he has come to this day, thinking that he finally has the ability to master the overall situation and manipulate people's hearts, but at this time he suddenly finds that he actually knows nothing about the truth, and even the road he walked out may be brought up by someone. The line, like an unconscious puppet puppet, walks the established trajectory.
It's easy to forget the time in the dark and empty stone cave. Wen Heng stood there for a long time, his thoughts surging, until the fire burned more than half, and the heat spread to his fingers, and he was so hot that he woke up and realized that he couldn't indulge any more. Here, there are still people waiting for him on the top of the mountain.
Wen Heng took the Wujin token back into his arms, and finally took a deep look at the different shades of nicks on the wall, hardened his heart, turned and walked into the dark tunnel ahead.
When we reached the center of the Underground Palace, the fire happened to burn out, but a beam of light from the ceiling shone through the hole. In the darkness, a figure was sitting alone on the high platform. With Wen Heng's eyesight, he could not tell whether he was dead or alive, or whether he was breathing up and down.
Wen Heng deliberately stepped heavily, walked to the front of the stage, knelt on his knees, raised the Chunjun sword high, and said loudly, "Master Gu is on top, this junior has been ordered by Taishishu Jun to take Chunjun to the ground. Take the sword back, please take a look at it."
There was only a faint echo in the cave, Wen Heng waited for a long time to hear Gu Chuifang's reply, and his heart sank, thinking that he was late, and Gu Chuifang had already sat down. He was about to look up, and went over to take a closer look, when his hand suddenly lightened, Gu Chuifang unexpectedly came to him silently, and reached out to take the Chunjun Sword.
Wen Heng looked up at him.
The old man has not seen the sun for a long time, his hair and beard have long been as white as snow, but his face has not changed much, but the wrinkles are more and deeper, not far from what Wen Heng saw when he left. He held the Chunjun sword in both hands, as if to confirm something, he flipped through the brush over and over again, and murmured, "Thirty-five years..."
"Is it finally coming to an end..."
Wen Heng saw that his eyes were slack, and his expression seemed to be insane. He was afraid that he was too old and could not bear such great sadness and joy. It was over when he was excited, so he deliberately interrupted: "There is still something unknown to this junior. I also hope that Uncle Taishi will clarify my doubts."
Gu Chuifang looked away from the sword in a daze, and when his eyes fell on him, the confusion and madness had faded away, and it gradually became clearer. He stretched out his hand to lift Wen Heng from the ground, and said kindly, "I haven't seen you for four years. It seems that you have made a new breakthrough, which is gratifying. If you have any questions, just say it."
Wen Heng said: "When the disciple retrieved this sword from the Great Inner Palace, he fought with an inner guard. I heard that the Chunjun Sword has something to do with the Kunlun Buxu Palace. Does Grand Master know the details?"