Shen Luo raised his arms and punched, trying to move his wrists. He found that apart from a slight feeling of oppression, there was no restriction on his movements. He turned and left the cave chamber, followed the water rope outside the cave, and returned to the ground.
He stood at the foot of the cliff, thought for a moment, and remembered what he had seen when he climbed up before. There was a white square a little further to the left front, and there were also many buildings nearby, so he hurried over there.
He walked through the mountains and forests, with only the sound of wind in his ears, but still did not see any living creature. His spiritual sense was released from time to time to sense the changes around him.
After more than half an hour, the sun gradually set in the west and the sky gradually darkened.
At this time, Shen Luo walked into a green bamboo forest. Suddenly, his nose wrinkled and he smelled a faint fragrance of grass and trees.
As soon as the smell entered his nose, it refreshed him, as if all the fatigue from running around for some time was immediately relieved a lot.
He frowned slightly, and quickly followed the scent. Soon he passed through the green bamboo forest.
Outside the bamboo forest, one can see a white hollow flower wall from afar. It extends out in a circumferential manner, forming an independent area, from which the fragrance of plants and trees emanates.
Shen Luo walked along the path in the forest to the flower wall. Through the holes in the wall, he could see that the inside was overgrown with weeds and looked desolate.
He walked along the wall for another hundred steps or so and came to a round arch.
The archway is no more than ten feet high, with glazed tiles on the top. Below it hangs a plaque with peeling paint, engraved with the words "Baicao Valley". In the center of the two words is an octagonal bronze mirror about a foot square.
Shen Luo took a closer look and found that the octagonal bronze mirror was exquisitely made. There was a Tai Chi double fish pattern in the center of the mirror, surrounded by a circle of complicated runes. It was obvious that it was not a common item.
Unfortunately, the octagonal bronze mirror was covered with spider-web cracks and was severely damaged. There was no detectable spiritual fluctuation on it. Even if it was originally a magical tool, it had been completely destroyed.
Shen Luo walked through the archway and entered the Baicao Valley. He saw a large medicinal field at a glance. Although it was covered with dense weeds, one could still see the neat traces of the original ridges dividing the field.
"There should be the legendary magical herbs in the immortal sect's medicine garden, right?" Shen Luo muttered to himself, then walked inward along the ridge of the field.
In a medicinal field near the entrance, there were overgrown weeds and weeds. Shen Luo stared wide-eyed and searched for a long time, but could not find any medicinal herbs with any spiritual energy. There were not even any useful medicinal herbs that could be seen in the ordinary market.
He shook his head and continued to explore the medicinal fields inside, searching one field after another. He searched seven or eight fields in one go, but found nothing.
"This shouldn't happen!" Shen Luo said inwardly.
He walked into one of the medicinal fields, pushed aside a clump of weeds, and looked down.
I saw that the mud below was burnt yellow in color, the soil was dry and compacted, and it looked even worse than ordinary land. How could it look like the fertile soil of a medicinal field
Shen Luo frowned slightly, pulled out the clump of weeds, turned over the soil underneath and took a look. A look of realization flashed in his eyes. It turned out that underneath the layer of scorched yellow dry soil was a layer of cooked soil that had been burned by fire.