Chapter 674 Extra Yellow Song
The bitter fragrance of rosin mixed with the fishy smell of rain, wandering among the ruined palaces of Chengtian School.
Shen Dinghai's fingertips brushed through the cracked vermilion corridor column, and his fingertips were stained with some green moss - it looked like the touch of the sword spear sweeping across the back of his hand when the young Huang Song touched the sword master's sword in the illusion.
Shen Zhichen leaned his umbrella toward Shen Dinghai. Looking at the bronze bell hanging from the eaves, he couldn't help but speak: "Uncle Second, do you think you can find something from that year in the old site of this sect?"
"It's not necessary to find it." Shen Dinghai squatted down and twisted half of the pine needles in the gap in the steps. "It's just a little obsession."
"I want to come and see for my cousin."
The raindrops suddenly became dense, and the faded cinnabar umbrella surface was hit with fine drum beats.
Shen Zhichen looked at the glass pendant shaking with the gray spider web in the hall, and saw the silhouette of the leader of the Chengtian Sect holding an umbrella in the illusion. The plain white Taoist robe rippled in front of his eyes, overlapping with Shen Dinghaiyue's white clothes at this moment.
"Huangshan pine, probably when the sect leader ran out of the house, he also planted it here." Shen Dinghai's shoes stepped through the accumulated water, and the pine needles in the reflection of the water looked like some kind of object with the old shadow of time. "It's getting better and better now."
The search for the main hall made the two of them find nothing.
On the contrary, when he was walking back along the way, Shen Zhichen suddenly kicked a hard object in the pile of pine needles, and bent down to pick up half a jade plaque with the word "Huangshan".
The fracture is covered with spider-web-like cracks, as if they have been rubbed repeatedly.
"Is this the piece that the sect leader gave to Huang Song with him?" Before he finished speaking, the entire ruined hall suddenly trembled.
The dust fell from the beams, and the whimper like pine waves came from the rain.
Shen Dinghai pressed the jade plaque on the mottled door master's throne, and the cracks fit tightly with the marks on the handrail. When the last pattern overlapped, the stone wall behind the throne opened, revealing a secret room full of sword marks.
Shen Dinghai looked at Shen Zhichen in surprise, "It seems that Huang Song changed this place later."
A slightly cold air poured in, and the candles in the secret room lit up one after another. In the swaying candlelight, countless eternal lights surrounded an ice coffin.
But the ice coffin was indeed empty. When Shen Zhichen approached and looked, he found that half of the pine branches were lying quietly.
Shen Dinghai said calmly: "Huang Song's original plan was probably to put the sect leader's body here, but he didn't expect..."
"The leader of the sect not only made himself resolutely, but even the ashes were not left behind, and they were thrown on the mountain."
Shen Zhichen looked curiously, and then he found that a corner three meters away from the ice coffin was filled with yellowed letters.
Each letter reads "Master's personal opening" but has never been opened.
The person who could open these letters had left forever, and Huang Song himself knew this, and these letters were just thoughts he wrote to him.
Shen Dinghai picked up the top seal, and the edge of the letter was rubbed and he still opened the envelope after thinking for a moment.
Seeing Shen Zhichen's curious eyes coming, Shen Dinghai said frankly: "Japan is here to explore, let alone the person has passed away, so there is no need to worry about these."
The letter is as follows:
"The rain in Jingzhe is cold, and new bamboo shoots in the back mountain break the ground. When I was practicing sword this morning, my disciple cut three hundred pine needles, all of which were stored in a celadon jar. I remembered that my master once said, "The sword intention is like pine, it is better to bend than bend." Suddenly, I felt that the needles and leaves all over my hands became sharp blades, which made my disciple unable to sleep at night."
The handwriting was shaking a large ball of ink at the end, as if the hand holding the pen was trembling violently.
Shen Zhichen looked closer and looked closely, as if he could smell the smell of pine leaves between the lines. "Second uncle, is he pretending he has returned to the past?"
Shen Dinghai nodded, "Yes, he pretended to be back when the sect leader had not left."
He gestured with his hand to the thickness of the letter, "He probably writes letters every year when Jingzhe writes."
Shen Dinghai's fingertips stroked the sword marks on the wall, deep and shallow, Huang Song seemed to be using his sword energy to carve his longing for his master...
And hatred for himself.
The secret room suddenly poured into the wind, the candlelight was shaking, and then it went out, and a cold female voice like jade fighting sounded in the dark:
"I have already obtained enough things that Huang Song has personally contacted. Do you want to start a scene restoration?"
Shen Zhichen scratched his head, "Xiaoyu, you have calculated it. If you don't come out, I and my second uncle don't know where to find clues." He pointed to the secret room awkwardly, "After all, we have dug out the tomb room prepared by Huang Song for his master..."
Xiaoyu did not respond immediately, but looked at the jade tablet.
"I have better discoveries."
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The jade pendant on Shen Dinghai's neck emitted a warm light, and the bright white light flowed like water, injecting into the broken jade plaque.
A phantom was projected on the ice coffin.
Shen Zhichen opened his eyes wide and saw a woman lying in the originally empty ice coffin.
"Uncle II, is this the sect leader?!"
Shen Dinghai nodded, "It shouldn't be wrong."
While the two were talking, the woman in the ice coffin opened her eyes at some point, and the frost and snow between her eyebrows turned into water droplets and rolled down.
Shen Dinghai could see the thin golden thread wrapped around her fingertips, and the other end was sank into the void - it should be the master-apprentice contract she cut off when she drove Huang Song away.
The woman floated up from the ice coffin, pointed it into a sword, and pointed it at Shen Zhichen.
"Leave a picture of the remnant soul? This method seems to be able to at least exert the two successful forces of the deceased during his lifetime." Shen Dinghai frowned vigilantly, but Xiaoyu comforted her, "She has no malice to us."
"She just didn't expect that the person she saw would be us."
I saw that the wandering soul seemed a little dazed, staring at Shen Dinghai and Shen Zhichen for a long time before shook his head gently.
"I am not my foe Huang Song, I will admit my mistake in the next moment. Please forgive me."
Shen Dinghai said warmly: "It's okay, my nephew and I came here to explore what happened back then, and also to the wishes of all elders. It was a surprise to find that the remnant soul of the sect leader was."
"If the sect leader feels it is hard to say, my nephew and I will retreat."
The woman's phantom stroked her body in the ice coffin, and her eyes paused on the undeleted envelope.
"There is nothing to say, it's all over."