Sister... I, here I come...
This was the last moment thought of the head of the Lianyin clan. .
Wu Zhe and Mu Qingya didn't know. The patriarch has a twin sister.
Twenty years ago, it was that elder sister who was tortured to be silenced instead of the patriarch, and then committed suicide to keep it secret. Naturally, this elder sister sacrificed herself so that the younger sister with a better surname could comprehend Lian Ling's voice, leaving greater hope for Lian Yin's clan to rise again.
It's a pity that the patriarch is either a chance or a talent, although he is smart, he is powerless. Even after 20 years of pretending to be dumb, he still can't comprehend the mystery of Lian Ling's voice, and it is even more difficult to bring Lian Yin's family out of the trough.
In fact, under the humiliation and oppression of the women of the Lianyin family being destroyed by the vocal cords, being able to ensure that the family does not fall apart is already considered an outstanding patriarch.
To this day, Mu Qingya, whom she has been optimistic about for a long time, has brought back a best friend, and this best friend not only has an amazing understanding of surnames but also understands sign language, and is also a direct disciple of the Sect Master of the Sword Fighting Sect, which immediately made the patriarch overjoyed.
Full of joy, he took them to the forbidden area of Lianyin Mountain. Unexpectedly, they encountered the betrayal of the master and the invasion of the Magic Sound Valley, and found that they had already been poisoned. In an extremely dangerous situation, Mu Qingya's best friend turned the tide and killed three Moyingu elders in a row, severely injuring Young Master Yin and Elder Sheng.
It's a pity that the success fell short. I didn't expect the Lord Yin of the Magic Sound Valley to appear here. She no longer has any hope of leaving this place.
The only thing that can be counted on is that Mu Qingya's best friend is not only excellent in Xuanwu, but also has an excellent brain. I hope that I can comprehend the voice of Lian Ling, and then guide the younger generation in the Lian Yin clan to learn.
However, if Guzhu Yin appeared here, he was afraid that there was already some kind of force intending to destroy Lianyin's family.
But the patriarch didn't have time to straighten out all the relationships, and he didn't have the opportunity to explain everything. Only when the Voice of Demon and Charm controlled the audience, making them unable to fight back at all, she stepped forward and tried her best to perform the first note of the Voice of Lian Ling that she had learned before.
Although it was just a sound, it was already semi-fatal for her who lacked the premise of comprehending the exercises, was seriously injured, and even had poison in her dantian. She knew that even if she survived, she would be useless, so she could only pin all her hopes on Mu Qingya and Xiao Ruoyao.
In the end, she stopped at the entrance of the cave, and she didn't want to be bullied by the magic sound valley outside the cave, so she resolutely stood within the range of the broken dragon stone.
The broken dragon gate opened, a huge gate stone fell, and the patriarch died.
In the cave, it was pitch black.
Wu Zhe and Mu Qingya hugged each other and panted. Due to the setting of the mechanism, the sound outside the cave cannot be heard at all.
In the darkness, Mu Qingya burst into tears. She knew that the patriarch was no luck, he had already been crushed to pieces by the boulder more than two feet wide at the entrance of the cave.
The broken dragon stone, even the dragon's spine will be crushed.
On the stone, there is also some kind of mechanism set up by the array master when the Lianyin clan is at its peak. It is definitely difficult to attack outside the cave for a while.
Wu Zhe took out the fire folder, opened the seal and shook it to light it up.
There was a long-burning lantern prepared in the cave, and Wu Zhe hurriedly lit it.
"Don't cry, don't cry, the patriarch has entrusted us with all his hopes." In the dim light of the fire, Wu Zhe hurriedly comforted the tear-stained Mu Qingya: "If we are not strong, all her painstaking efforts and sacrifices will be in vain. "
Under the light of the candles on the mountain wall, Mu Qingya's pear blossoms looked so beautiful with rain, Wu Zhe was a little stunned. If it wasn't for the death of the patriarch that made the atmosphere extremely bad, otherwise there would definitely be some molesting words.
Mu Qingya bit her thin lips tightly, and after suppressing sobs, she began to notice something in her hand.
He stretched out his hand and looked at it by the light of the fire. It was a ring.
The Ring of the Patriarch of the Lianyin Clan!
"This is the ring of the patriarch of our Lianyin clan! Whoever wears it means that he is the patriarch." Mu Qingya hurriedly told Wu Zhe the meaning of the ring in sign language, and she panicked.
Wu Zhe thought for a while: "Or is there any backup candidate in your clan?"
Mu Qingya shook her head. The patriarch is middle-aged and has never considered a successor. Moreover, the patriarch of Lianyin's clan did not have any theory of blood inheritance.
For example, the patriarch who knew the voice of pity was Mu Qingya's ancestor. The patriarch who just passed away was appointed by the former patriarch and has no blood relationship with Wu Zhe.
"Then she probably wants you to be the patriarch." Wu Zhe deduced, "She entrusts the fate of the entire family to you."
"..." Mu Qingya took a few deep breaths, and then slowly said in sign language: "It should not be entrusted to me, but to you."
With a firm look in Mu Qingya's eyes, she pulled Wu Zhe into the depths of the cave.
Among the ever-burning candles that were lit one by one, Mu Qingya pointed to the words and patterns on the wall, and then signed to Wu Zhe: "She hopes you can learn the voice of Lian Ling, and lead our Lian Yin clan to rise again."
There are carved Changming scrolls on the walls, with many characters and patterns on them. The content is mainly based on patterns, which are somewhat similar to symbols such as staves. The engraved patterns and characters adopt the combination of notch and paint, and the fine craftsmanship can guarantee immortality and no blurring for three or four hundred years.
Wu Zhe tried to start reading. Undoubtedly, it really is incomprehensible.
However, the reminder sound in the brain of the evolutionary body kept reminding Wu Zhe as he looked at the content on the wall: [The voice of Lianling began to analyze and study. Because the content involves decryption, it takes a long time, and the core exercises can only be obtained after decryption, and the current progress is 1%... 2%.]
Wu Zhe was determined, and hurriedly comforted Mu Qingya who was looking at him expectantly: "I feel a little bit, I think I should be able to realize it."
Mu Qingya showed a little joyful smile, and firmly held Wu Zhe's hand.
The two stood in front of the stone wall illuminated by candles, and did not speak for a long time.
Mu Qingya's heart beat a little, and she held Wu Zhe's hand for a long time. And in such a dim illusion, she blushed for some reason.
Maybe it was because Wu Zhe's hand occasionally scratched her palm provocatively a few times.
Mu Qingya was a little nervous, so she simply looked at the words and patterns on the wall in order to relieve the weird emotions in her heart.
But looking at the patterns and words, for some reason, Mu Qingya's heart suddenly moved.
It's like in the cold winter where the ice is everywhere, the ground suddenly breaks and cracks, and a green grass emerges, and then grows vigorously.
Countless words and patterns with unknown meanings began to gather in Mu Qingya's mind. Just like the simplest loom, the warp and weft are constantly interspersed, and then a certain concept of more and more scale is formed...
"Huh?" Just when Mu Qingya was feeling something, Wu Zhe suddenly gave a surprised voice: "No! They injected smoke and dust poison?!"
This is Wu Zhe wronged people.
With her such a good practice furnace, how could Yin Guzhu be willing to poison her? What people cast is not poison, but... (To be continued.)