Chapter 65 The Old Royal Family
Northwest of Zhongzhou, Ningcheng County.
The evening sky was gradually faint, and hawkers who were doing business along Changjie were holding the furnace under the shed, trying to make it more prosperous.
Then I saw a woman coming along the street and stopped in front of the stall.
This girl was born with a natural beauty, wearing a snow-covered long skirt, her eyes were as soft and deep as autumn water, her skin was filled with snow, but her face was cold, and she was a bit arrogant as if she would not allow strangers to enter her.
She will come here to buy a piece of sweet potato every evening. She seems to love it, but she always wants to miss it.
At first, the hawker dared not speak out in anger, but as he heard it more often, he would inevitably complain a few times.
"Girls always say that I am not as delicious as others baked. Why do you have to buy it?"
"Because he's not here."
The woman peeled the sweet potato, squinted her eyes and said, "You know, actually I only met him once."
After listening, the hawkers pouted and said, saying where I knew this, but I knew that if the "he" in the girl's mouth was a man, it would probably be Sichun.
After buying the sweet potatoes, the woman left along the long street and walked towards an abandoned courtyard.
The disciples of Lingjian Mountain were attacked in Qingzhou. After following the investigation, the clues were led to Qiling's ruins.
But there is one thing that many people ignore.
That's the original identity of Chen Qinghe.
There is a rule for Chen Xianxian's disciples, which are different from other Xianzong. That is, the disciples who entered the mountain gate need to change their surnames.
The reason for this rule is that they don't want too prosperous families around them.
According to the information she found, Chen Qinghe's surname was not Chen before he changed his surname, but Zheng.
During the period of chaos among the various kingdoms, Zheng was actually a very old royal surname.
After the Daxia Delxian Zong helped, the Central Plains, Zheng Guozheng changed from the royal family to a behemoth family, but did not decline, because the cultivation talents of their children in their tribe were excellent.
Especially the last generation ancestor of the Zheng family, who was the senior brother of Chen Ruhai, the current headmaster of the Chen family. A hundred years ago, some people called them the twin prides of the Zheng family.
However, because there was no Taoist blessing, the ancestor of the Zheng family was hopeless to Linxian, and Shouyuan resigned with the world after exhausting.
Since his death, the luck that the Zheng family continued in the era of the melee seemed to have been defeated. Now that the son -in -law is withered, even the ancestral house was sold, and the family moved to other places.
If it was only Chen Qinghe's original surname Zheng, this would not be worthwhile to come to Ling Jianshan.
But there is another thing, which is even more weird, that is Hongshan Mine.
Hongshan Mine was located in Zhongzhou and was originally controlled by Zheng's. It is said that the miner later accidentally opened a mine channel to the depths of Qiling.
When the Zheng family learned about this, they almost fled out of their homes. Their family seemed to have lost their luck since then, and their heirs continued to wither.
First, the Zheng family's Hongshan Mine was dug through and led to Qiling.
Then there is Zheng Qinghe, the younger brother of the family, who has turned into something neither human nor ghost, and has been traveling back and forth in the Qiling Mountains to escort the convoy.
If there is no connection, Yan Shu does not believe it at all.
The long street soon came to an end, and the sweet potato in Xiao Jianzhu's hand was already half eaten.
At this time, she was at the door of a waste yard, looking up, even the plaque was no longer there.
Only the word engraved on the stone pier in front of the door means that this was the ancestral house of Zheng's former.
The house here was huge and had been extremely prosperous, but now the door was closed and the copper lock was rusty.
Bang!
A wisp of sword energy overflowed, and the door of Zheng's ancestral residence collapsed.
Yan Shuyi stepped inside and felt a coldness coming over him, and a strange smell was floating around.
The first entry of the house, the full pavilion was all knee -knee grass. In addition, only the tattered bricks and the main hall that almost collapsed.
The little appraiser looked around for a long time, then left the front yard and went deep into Zheng's house. If a person wants to hide something, he will definitely not hide it on his face. This is something that even a three-year-old child knows.
Yan Shuyi spread his soft palms while stepping across the grass.
As the fairy light surged, a stone mirror floated in the air. The fairy light in the mirror fell down, showing every detail, and shot into the inner hall of the last house.
Yan Shu also drew his sword and walked into the house. He saw the fairy light constantly flickering. After thinking for a moment, he smashed the stone wall of the back wall with his sword.
Boomed on the ground, the wall was cut halfway, but it was not the dusk behind the house, but another wall.
This wall is hollow and looks like one side, but in fact it hides a passage with a stone staircase going down continuously.
"..."
Yan Shu also stood there in silence for a long time without moving.
She is afraid of the dark.
This has nothing to do with the realm of strength, simply psychological factor.
But after pondering for a moment, she still walked down this long secret passage, passed the long stone steps, and finally reached the depths.
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
In front of him is an extremely vast underground palace, not much smaller than the Zheng family's house on the top.
However, unlike the top of the pavilion, there are only one of the stone prison sealed by the iron fence in the ground palace.
"Zheng Jinghui, Zheng Yu, Zheng Chen, Zheng Hongwen ..."
Yan Shuyi's eyes swept over the nameplate of the stone prison, and finally he stopped, frowning deeply.
From the perspective of the nameplate, the children of the Zheng family were located here.
But the thing that Little Jianzhu saw in the stone prison was... not a human being.
They were mummies that were as dry as charcoal. They had lost their activity for a long time. They were locked in a separate cell and had long been covered with dust.
Yan Shu also kept walking deeper into the stone prison, and when he reached the deepest point, he suddenly stopped.
Through the iron fence, what she saw was an evil creature full of evil spirit, curling up in the corner. The walls were covered with deep scratches, which seemed to have been scratched by it.
Seeing a stranger entering, this evil creature suddenly became mad and rushed forward. It scratched hard with a pair of withered claws, as if it wanted to tear everything in front of it into pieces.
But contrary to his abused behavior, there was a weak voice in his mouth.
"Save me ..."
"The ancestors cheated me, save me."
Yan Shu also saw this scene, and instantly felt a cold breath.
Why did the Zheng family wither wither? Is it true that the outside world said that it was because of the disappearance of the luck, so they couldn't have a child, so that the old royal family would be able to abandon even the ancestral house?
In fact, when she looked at the cells in front of her, she already had an answer ready to come out.
But even with psychological preparation, when seeing the evil species spit out, the strong discomfort still shrouded her heart.
But then, Yan Shuyi noticed another mummy in the shadow behind this evil species.
It was a real mummy, not a dead evil species that had lost its evil spirit.
The mummy she could see had long hair, was a woman, and was wearing a robe from Lingjian Mountain. It had obviously been sucked dry.
Yan Shu also turned around and walked out of the dungeon, his heart already freezing.
And as she came to the ground, Qiling Mountain in the distance once again glowed with fairy light.
Compared with the time when the Immortal Sect disciples entered the mountain, the fairy light this time was more turbulent, and the sky was filled with colorful clouds in all directions, like golden scales spreading continuously over the mountains.
The geniuses of the Immortal Sect who had previously used flying swords to follow the disciples who entered the mountain outside of the evil spirit could not help but feel excited at this time, and large swords kept falling into them.
(End of this chapter)