The Days in Central Plains

Chapter 124: The mountain is high, the moon is small, the water is falling, and the stone gate is out

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The weather cleared the next morning. We walked out of the cave and were immediately shocked by the vision. After the heavy rain fell for a day and night, the water level of Moming Lake rose by three or four feet. The water from Hongze Lake was poured into this area. The small lake of several acres on one side was suddenly magnificent. As the lake surface rises, it turned out that a waterfall on the cliff on the east bank of Moming Lake appeared to be inverted. The original mountain spring fell into the lake as a waterfall, but now it turns into a backflowing mountain spring, which is spectacular.

Ji Junbi looked at the scene and said: Two hundred years ago, when the elder of Shengjiao III sat down, he once left a poem to seal the mountain to avoid disasters and the world. Once he went to the world for two hundred years, the Moming Lake was backflowing, Shengjiao Reappear the little cave sky.

I have never had a good impression of such warlocks, prophecies, and the like. But seeing it today did shake me a little bit. If the elders of the third generation had anticipated this day, he would have been a fairy-level figure.

Throughout the morning, Ji Junbi spared four or five laps around Moming Lake, but he still couldn't get in. I was sitting on the banks of the Moming Lake, my movement felt the changes in the Qi of Heaven and Earth, but my realm was not enough, I could only perceive that the Qi of the Moming Lake was different from elsewhere. Vaguely, there was still a trace of ominous thoughts circling my mind.

Ji Junbi was busy working for a long time and returned without success.

Your demon sect returned to the Central Plains. Since it was a plot to conspire, how could you only see you

Ji Junbi smiled coquettishly, and said: Moming Lake is a top-secret matter of the Demon Sect. There are only three of us who know about it. My master is not in the Central Plains. Naturally, I will be responsible for the renewal of the Sacred Cave Heaven. I thought to myself that what the witch said was not true. When I was in the capital, I clearly heard that the two guardians of the left and right had also heard about it. But it didn't expose her.

I have seen the sheepskin map in her hand. The overflowing Moming Lake is roughly the same as the map's mark, but the map does not have any marks about the magical cave sky. This is the problem that troubles Ji Junbi. Which poem on the map appeared inexplicably, poorly on the third night of April, it was like a pearl and moon and a bow. Have you tried to think of a solution from that poem

Ji Junbi said: If the poem says, tonight will be different.

The two did not communicate too much in the afternoon. Ji Junbi has been practicing and accumulating energy, but her practice method is different from that of ordinary people. She hangs herself between two rocks with a piece of red diamond. From a distance, it looks like a red flame on a rock. Between burning.

A setting sun spreads over the water, half the lake is rustling and half the lake is red.

At sunset, Ji Junbi exclaimed, staring at the sunset on the west bank of the lake, only to see the red sun setting, half exposed on the surface of the river. An afterglow was spreading on the Moming Lake, sparkling, and the entire surface of the lake appeared aquamarine over and over again, and one side was like a burning flame. Ji Junbi performed light work and walked around the lake, chasing the shadow of the setting sun, but he didn't know what to do. After several rounds, he actually roared, hitting the red sleeve on the surface of the water, knocking the lake water out of the water column.

Ji Junbi returned to my side, his face pale and said nothing. I reached out and took the map, but accidentally took the map upside down. The first four words of the poem "Mujiang Yin" came into my eyes, and my spirit suddenly came, and Junbi said: Is this a hidden poem

Ji Junbi looked at the poem, a setting sun covered the water, half of the lake was sore and half red; on the third night of the poor April, the dew was like a pearl and the moon was like a bow. Half of it can be revealed? We seemed to have found the clue, in the setting sun, we searched on the lake. As the sun sets, we lock our target on a raised stone forest on the east side of the lake. The Moming Lake was originally full of chaotic rocks. After the heavy rain that night, those stone forests were already submerged in the water, only a little above the water.

Ji Junbi said, you go over.

Why don't you go

Nonsense, I can swim, how many times have I been killed by you

If I meant to harm you, you would have died several times. Having said that, I chopped a few pieces of wood and made a simple raft, and leaned towards the half-exposed stone forest. The stone forest is about a few feet high, and the space above is narrow, just enough for the two of me to stand on.

Ji Junbi looked around, contrasted with the map, clueless, and stamped his feet with anger. This shit map doesn't even have a reference, and it doesn't even point out the entrance to the altar of Demon Cult. I am really worried about the IQ of the person who draws the picture. I said, your Manichaeism site two hundred years ago, there is no way to open the record

Ji Junbi said, two hundred years ago, Lu Chunyang fought our Holy Gate and killed more than 200 masters of the Elephant Realm. The masters of the teaching middle school were all lost, and those who escaped by chance were unconscious. How could this be said? ? What's more, this Moming Lake has long been different from what it used to be in the past two hundred years. If it weren't for the legacy, we wouldn't know where the sacred relics were.

The setting sun has set, and the crescent moon hangs in the sky.

I said that this is not the way to go, is it because your sacred teachings were fabricated by later generations? Ji Junbi said that it was impossible. The master personally handed me that passage and the map, so naturally there will be no falsehoods. I can't fully believe the words of my Xindao master, how many times the Sansu guy has deceived me.

I marked our location on the map. If the four-character Tibetan head confirms a reference system, then the entrance to the demon sect site must be in the second half of the poem. I saw an inconspicuous arc on the map, which began to glow in white under the moonlight. If it weren't for the night, it would be hard to find.

I know what's going on. After that, align the gleaming arc at the bright moon. The arc and the crescent moon gradually coincide. A ray of moonlight shines through the map, and the map instantly brightens. Under the arc, a light stretches along the moonlight. Go down and point to a cliff across the lake. The cliff was smooth and steep, as if it was cut vertically by a sharp blade, glowing in the moonlight.

Ji Junbi pointed at that way, that's it! After speaking, he took a red stone from his arms, threw it hard, and embedded the stone into the cliff.

We came to the bottom of the cliff with the wooden raft, and the magic sect ruins were sealed in by the cliff

I saw a vision in the sky protruding, and a red glow shot straight at us from the sky, and I quickly pulled Ji Junbi aside.

With a bang, the cliff was hit by red light, splashing a string of rubble.

That is the master's boundless sword! Ji Junbi said.

I asked: What was the stone you just cast

Naturally it is the tracing stone of our sacred religion. With this stone, the master's boundless sword can be traced thousands of miles away.

I'm speechless, this is more accurate than any automatic cruise missile.

The rubble fell into the lake, splashing a thousand layers of waves. The cliff was hit by the Wuya Sword, and there was a faint roar in the ground. Suddenly the place where we were began to shake, cracks broke from under our feet, Moming Lake water began to pour into it, and the lake surface dropped sharply. In no time, the whole Moming sounded. The lake dries up unexpectedly.

The mountain is high, the moon is small, the water falls, and the stone emerges.

A simple stone gate appeared in front of us. The sword trails on the stone gate seem to be telling endless stories.