Chapter 151: Difficult to distinguish between male and female

Chapter 151: Difficult to distinguish between male and female

Chapter 151: Difficult to distinguish between male and female
The light in the cliff cave was dim, and it was quiet and cold.

Occasionally, water drops from the stone pillars fall, dripping and dripping, just like time passing by second by second.

The man stood at the entrance of the cave for a while, and didn't seem to be in a hurry to come in.

"Feng Qingyang?"

"Or is it the Huashan disciple who was punished?"

Zhang Yu put on the green jade ring, hid behind a stone, and quietly pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

The shadow gradually lengthened on the ground, like a devil holding a sharp blade, slowly stabbing into the cave.

"It's him?"

The man walked in, shrouded in a black cloak, and seemed to be looking around the grotto.

After a moment, he walked forward, stopped in front of the cave wall, and looked at the three new words following 'Feng Qingyang'.

"You're so brave, your handwriting is really ugly!"

That person commented like this.

Then he took off the hood of his cloak, revealing a face so handsome that it was difficult to tell whether it was androgynous. His skin was whiter than snow, he had thick eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and a heroic look with a hint of tenderness. Standing in front of the cave, he was like a king from the pre-Qin period, naturally noble and incomparable.

When Nuwa created humans, all living beings were made of clay, but a very small number of lucky ones were carved from beautiful jade, and it had almost nothing to do with gender.

The man raised his lips slightly and chuckled, "These few words, you shamelessly follow others. If Feng Qingyang saw it, I'm afraid he would be so angry that he would want to draw his sword and destroy his own name rather than suffer such a great humiliation!"

Zhang Yu walked out of the darkness and said with an awkward smile: "Long time no see, Brother Lan is still so sharp-tongued."

Lan Hao looked at the golden mask on Zhang Yu's face and asked with a smile, "You are hiding and timid, are you here to meet your lover in secret?"

Zhang Yu took off his golden mask and said with a smile, "Brother Lan is right. Gentleman Jian has agreed to be my father-in-law. I have been considering whether to give up evil and turn over a new leaf."

Lan Hao looked him over and suddenly laughed, "The Huashan Sect dares to accept a young son-in-law from the Demon Sect. I have to admire Yue Buqun a little bit."

In the cave, water falls drop by drop.

"Why did Brother Lan sneak into Huashan?"

"Looking for something."

"That's a coincidence."

Lan Hao asked: "What are you looking for?"

Zhang Yu asked, "Brother Lan, what are you looking for? Perhaps we are looking for a treasure. How about cooperating? After we find it, we can split the profits 50-50?"

Lan Hao walked forward: "I like to have it all to myself, first come first served."

Lan Hao ignored him and carefully observed the texture of the stone on the cave wall. He did not dare to use his internal force easily, for fear that the noise would be too loud and would attract Feng Qingyang who was living in seclusion there.

During these days of activities in Huashan, although the two had never met each other, they both knew of each other's existence.

"kindness?"

The stone wall shook slightly.

Lan Hao looked at Zhang Yu.

He had no such worries at all. He circulated his internal energy and slapped the stone wall with his palm, feeling the vibration coming from the cave wall.

"Not here."

Lan Hao frowned and asked, "Aren't you afraid of attracting the owner of this place?"

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Are you talking about Mr. Feng? He should be drunk right now."

Lan Hao was slightly stunned, then he chuckled: "Not many people in the martial arts world today know this name."

Zhang Yu sighed and said, "There is no such thing as an absolute secret in the world. Besides, this is just a story that happened decades ago."

"So, you look like one of those old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years?"

Lan Hao looked at Zhang Yu again. This man's knowledge and intelligence did not seem like that of a young man in his twenties. Could it be that the old monster came down the mountain, impersonated Zhang Yu, and sneaked into the Sun Moon Sect? Then he shook his head, thinking that this guess was too absurd.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "I have never asked Brother Lan about his identity."

Lan Hao nodded slightly and asked no more questions.

"Not here."

In this way, Zhang Yu explored seven or eight places and finally stopped in an extremely dark corner.

"Is this place empty?"

With a look of joy on his face, he took out the Hanyuan dagger and stabbed it into the stone wall.

If there was any resistance, the sword would penetrate all the way to the hilt, as if piercing through several layers of cloth.

The wall of the cave here is only thin, and it is empty after two or three inches.

"Step aside!"

Lan Hao walked over at some point and pressed his palm on the stone wall. In an instant, cracks appeared on the stone wall.

The cracks interlaced and soon became as dense as a fishing net. It seemed as if several flying needles were threading and swimming on the stone wall, making the fishing net denser and denser, and soon there were no gaps.

Lan Hao loosened his palm.

The wind blew the yellow sand, and the stone wall instantly turned into powder and fell to the ground, leaving a hole that could be used for entry and exit.

“Brother Lan…”

Zhang Yu was stunned. This kind of internal force could not be described in terms of depth. The precision of his control over the internal force was simply magical.

"Let's go."

Lan Hao flashed in and went straight into the depths, his back disappeared in an instant.

"Running fast is really disloyal."

Zhang Yu followed and entered behind the stone wall. He walked much more carefully. The passage was narrow and he had to bend down to move gradually. He didn't know how Lan Hao performed Qinggong in such an environment. He was afraid that he had to practice "Flowing Like Clouds and Water" and "Shrinking Bones" to perfection at the same time.

After walking five or six steps, even though Zhang Yu was mentally prepared, he still broke out in a cold sweat.

There was a skeleton crawling under him, its clothes had rotted away and turned into dust with the slightest movement. The two axes in his hands had not shown any sign of rust after decades, but instead gleamed brightly in the dark, obviously not ordinary weapons.

"It should be one of the ten elders of the Demon Cult from the previous generation. I wonder which one it is?"

"Senior, I'm sorry, I'm not surprised, I'm not surprised."

The passage was low, so he could only crawl over the skeleton, which inevitably disturbed the remains.

The stone walls of the corridor are as smooth as a mirror, with traces of axe cutting all over them.

The tenth elder of the Demon Cult was deceived by the people of the Five Mountains Sword Sect and imprisoned in the belly of the mountain. He had amazing internal strength and relied on these two axes to dig a stone path and get here.

Unfortunately, he died on the stone wall just a few inches away from the exit. I don’t know if it was because he was exhausted or gave up, but he ultimately couldn’t get out.

"How many heroes have failed at the last moment of success? It's fate or destiny. It's really hard to say."

Having great martial arts skills but having to die in this dark place is something no one would be willing to accept.

After bending forward for about fifteen or sixteen feet, the corridor finally came to an end, with two skeletons crawling at the exit.

Zhang Yu bowed and saluted, thinking to himself: "Senior, your martial arts skills and perseverance are rare in the world. If there is a chance in the future, I will take your remains back to Blackwood Cliff for burial."

This is not just carving words on a stone wall. Without a clear direction, relying on a glimmer of hope, a stone road more than 50 meters long was carved out from the belly of the mountain. How can it not be shocking.

Zhang Yu thought to himself that if he were in such a desperate situation, even if he wanted to, he probably wouldn't have the strength to do so.

After exiting the corridor and entering the mountain, there is a huge cave in front of you that can accommodate thousands of people.

There were seven skeletons in the cave, some sitting and some lying, each with weapons beside them.

A pair of iron plates.

A pair of judge's pens.

A three-pointed, double-edged sword.

An iron rod

A copper stick.

A tiger-head serrated knife.

An eight-petal lotus hammer.

These strange weapons are not ordinary items. Despite the passage of time, they are still as sharp and intimidating as ever.

Not far away, there were a dozen long swords lying in a disorderly manner, which seemed to be the weapons of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

"Brother Lan?"

Zhang Yu shouted, he didn't see Lan Hao and didn't know where he went.

"When they see something good, they run away very fast."

This cave is so huge that it is impossible to explore it all in a short time.

In the middle of the cave, a huge rock broke out of the mountain like a stone pillar, square and supporting the top of the cave. There were sixteen large characters on the front, in two vertical lines, as if carved with a long sword, several inches deep and angular.

"The Five Mountains Sword Sect is shameless and vulgar, unable to win in a duel, and plotting against others"

There were many small characters beside it, all of which were curses against the Five Mountains Sword Sect, such as "despicable and shameless", "extremely hypocritical", "villainous sword sect", "dog thief raised by a servant"...

"found it!"

Zhang Yu walked to the side of the stone pillar with a look of joy on his face. This was what he was looking for.

"Fan Song and Zhao He broke the Songshan sword technique here..."

"Zhang Chengfeng and Zhang Chengyun broke the Huashan swordsmanship here..."

Behind every sentence, there were hundreds of pictures of little people brandishing swords and guns...

(End of this chapter)