Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 892 The Secret Way
Behind the round door is a low and narrow passage, barely enough for people to pass through. As the walls behind them close together again, the whistling wind turns into a vague whine, and gradually fades away.

Liu Qinghuan dashed in, and the golden puppet was faster than him, turning into a golden light and rushing in.

The two walked silently in the dark, occasionally there would be a crackling sound from behind the wall, and the puppet would stop and listen carefully for a while, and every once in a while, it would grope for the position on the wall, insert the copper pillar and open another a door.

It can be seen that he is well aware of the organs in the Baojing Palace, and he has no hesitation about the next step.

"This road can reach anywhere in the Mirror Palace, but the process in the middle is a bit more complicated, and the copper key is the key to opening the passage. Without this key, the passage is usually closed and does not exist."

The golden body puppet proudly said: "When the Baojing Palace was built, I supervised it most of the time, so even my main body didn't know about these passages, and I also hid here so I didn't get caught by him. .”

Liu Qinghuan paid close attention to his every move, and asked, "The second incarnation of Taoist Wangren hasn't been discovered all these years?"

"Only by him?" The golden body puppet snorted: "If I hadn't been careless back then, I wouldn't have fallen into his way."

At this time, the passage suddenly shook, and there was a violent roar from the other side of the wall.

Liu Qinghuan stretched out her hand in surprise, the wall under her hand trembled, and she didn't know how intense the scene was on the other side.

"Don't worry about it, let's go." The golden body puppet urged: "You people outside are in a hurry, that guy just released a little bait, and you just obediently took the bait, and you don't know how to die!"

Liu Qinghuan followed: "Bait?"

The other party refused to say anything, and walked forward with his head buried.

Liu Qinghuan was secretly vigilant in her heart, it seemed that she had to be more careful in the future, otherwise she might fall into the trap of these two hidden puppet incarnations.

Earlier, this person had leaked out that the Baojing Palace would issue flying suspension orders every 1 years, which was done by the second incarnation, with the purpose of luring outside monks in.

As for why it is lured and what purpose it has after it is introduced, it is currently difficult to guess.

At the end of a passage again, I saw the golden puppet fiddling with one side of the wall for a while, saw a small hole made in it, and made a silent gesture to him.

Liu Qinghuan leaned over, and there were faint voices coming from the small cave, as if several people were arguing.

The golden puppet quickly closed the hole: "Wait, we need to go through that room to the opposite side, and wait for them to leave before going out to avoid trouble."

Liu Qinghuan nodded silently, and sat down to the side in thought.

This wait lasted for two or three hours, and there were several times when he needed to leave the passage. Each time, the golden puppet was extremely careful, and would turn into an inch-high villain again and hide in his sleeve.

His explanation for this was: "That guy can see the scene in the maze through the feedback of the magic circle. If he finds out my whereabouts, he will suffer."

Liu Qinghuan had no objection, and did not like the second incarnation who hid in the depths of the maze and controlled the entire Palace of Mirrors.

At this time, he also had to lament the complexity and vastness of this palace, if he just wandered around indiscriminately, he might not be able to get close to the inner palace at all.

Seeing the golden puppet take out the copper pillar again, he asked, "How far are we from the inner palace?"

"Hurry up, you can go through a few more passages." The golden body puppet said without turning his head: "Next we will enter Tianji Palace. This palace is very big, so it is difficult to know whether there is anyone in it. After entering Be careful yourself."

As he spoke, he jumped onto Liu Qinghuan's arm, using his wide sleeves to hide his presence.

The door opened silently, Liu Qinghuan took a look inside, and walked in without noticing the danger.

This is a huge space, the sky is high and the clouds are floating, it is completely impossible to tell that it is in a closed space.

The door behind him has been quietly closed, and there is no place in place, as if it has never appeared before.

"Go over there."

Liu Qinghuan looked along the fingers of the golden puppet, and saw a ruined palace in the far distance to the right.

The black palace walls, the tall stone pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the spreading momentum, although several places have collapsed, still retain the solemn and magnificent atmosphere of the past.

But before he got close, Liu Qinghuan saw a few people standing between the ruined walls.

"Hey, here comes another one!" A monk in yellow looked over with unfriendly eyes, and when he saw his face clearly, he even smiled strangely: "Who am I? You wouldn't have made an appointment a long time ago!" Right? Sitting at the same table that day, and now appearing in the same place again."

He glanced at the other person: "Friend Wuwu, do you think so?"

The man ignored him, but looked at the wide square in front of the temple expressionlessly.

These two people were the yellow-clothed monk and the sword cultivator Wuwu who had been in the teahouse of Suixing Town with Liu Qinghuan and had a little dispute.

A trace of surprise flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, he didn't expect to meet these two people here again, but he didn't bother to pay attention to Huang Jue's insinuation, but quickly glanced at the others.

In addition to the yellow-clothed monk and Wu Wu, there were four other people present.

At this time, one of the pink-clothed male cultivators with a powdered face and peach blossom eyes said impatiently: "What nonsense, what are your plans, do you want to enter or not?"

On the other side, the female cultivator covered with a veil and dressed in black said coldly: "Banhualang, ask others what to do, if you want to enter, is it possible that someone is pulling your flowery clothes to stop you?"

The pink-clothed male cultivator called the exiled flower man raised his eyebrows: "Qing Ji, are you jealous? But who told you that you are so ugly that you dare not show your face when you go out, and wearing flowery clothes is useless."

"Okay!" With a shout, the middle-aged male cultivator with a majestic face scolded in a low voice, "What do you look like? You two are both empty monks, and it's not embarrassing to bicker like market women!"

The coercion on this person is the strongest among all, and his cultivation base has reached the Yang Realm, so after he spoke, the two of them stopped talking back.

He glanced at Liu Qinghuan, thought flashed in his eyes, and turned to the silver-haired old woman beside him: "Madam Tang, what do you think?"

"What are you looking at?" The old woman was leaning on a dragon-headed crutch, her figure was hunched and short, but her eyes were as clear as a [-]-year-old girl: "Qing Ji is right, and there is no one stopping her, so just go in if you want."

However, no one took a step forward. Everyone stood at the edge of the square, looking at the sapphire bricks that covered the entire square.

Liu Qinghuan understood, it seemed that these people had probably been frightened by the endless traps in Baojing Palace, and they were suspicious of the unobstructed flat land, unwilling to be the first ones to move forward.

(End of this chapter)