Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 228 Exploring the Green Bamboo House

After about two hours, Liu Xiaolu absorbed the last trace of spiritual power in his meridians into his dantian, felt the full spiritual power in his dantian, and then stood up with peace of mind and walked towards the entrance of Wind and Sand Valley.

Although Wind and Sand Valley covers a large area, it is still much smaller than the boundless bamboo forest around it.

Liu Xiaolu dragged his two tattered shoes and walked slowly, except for the whistling wind, he couldn't hear any other movement along the way.

After walking for about an hour, Liu Xiaolu finally walked out of the range of Wind and Sand Valley.

Unexpectedly, the hinterland of Fengsha Valley is so vast, and the entrance is quite narrow. There is only a bluestone path more than ten feet wide exposed between two huge stone walls.

On one side of the two stone walls is written "Ice and Fire Fantasy Heart Valley", and on the other side is written "Trespasser dies".

Seeing this scene, Liu Xiaolu was not only a little puzzled, although this Wind and Sand Valley is a bit weird and will make people have nightmares, but other than that, there doesn't seem to be any particularly dangerous place, right?
There is nothing in it except the yellow sand all over the sky, and there is no monster mechanism, so how can it put people to death?
But that group of unnamed gold-winged beetles did not know where they went that day, so it's best not to let her bump into them again.

After all, in Liu Xiaolu's opinion, the golden beetle is the most dangerous existence she has encountered in the secret realm so far.

Walking a few steps forward along the bluestone path, the road on both sides gradually opened up, and even a lot of green bamboo houses were built along the road.

Bishuidongtian has been opened many times in the past few hundred years, presumably, even if there are any treasures in these houses, they should be almost searched.

Although thinking so in his heart, Liu Xiaolu still set up the spiritual shield carefully, and searched carefully one by one.

The layouts of the dozen or so green bamboo houses are all similar, although they are all dusty and dilapidated, there are some traces of the life of the original owners.

The quiet room with futons on the left should be used for daily practice, the slightly larger main room in the middle with tea tables and chairs should be used for receiving guests, and the room with beds on the other side should be the resting place for the hosts .

Liu Xiaolu checked one by one, and found that those seniors who came earlier had searched too cleanly.

The cabinets in each room were empty, and there was no need to think about the incense burner and tea sets on the table. Even the futons, pillows and bedding placed in several rooms were missing.

Walking into the bedroom of the last bamboo house, Liu Xiaolu glanced up without interest, and as expected, he could see everything in the small room, even the towel and washbasin on the washstand disappeared.

Liu Xiaolu sighed, and was about to leave the door, but just as he lifted his foot, he stopped in thought.

Obviously these bamboo houses all look about the same size from the outside, but why does the bedroom of this bamboo house look so cramped?

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaolu regained his energy all of a sudden, staring at a pair of dark round eyes, and ran briskly back into the house.

A small, dusty figure lay down on the four walls of the bedroom and knocked over and over again, then leaned down and listened carefully to his ears, but couldn't tell the difference.

It stands to reason that if there is a mezzanine or a dark room, the sound of knocking on the wall should be different.

Liu Xiaolu frowned, and pulled out a green bamboo flying sword from his sleeve.

Since you can't find it out, just dismantle it all!
Who would have thought that the green bamboo flying sword clangingly slashed at the bedroom wall for a long time, leaving only a few shallow white marks.

The green bamboo used to build these bamboo houses seems to have been specially treated by some kind of secret method, and its strength is almost comparable to that of ordinary middle-grade magic weapons, and it will not be able to be demolished for a while.

The wall was not demolished, but a lot of dust was raised instead, Liu Xiaolu waved his sleeves with a dark face, brushing away the flying ash floating in front of him, and paced back and forth in the room somewhat distressed.

Just when she had no idea what to do, the bare washstand next to the bed suddenly attracted Liu Xiaolu's attention.

The washstand made of green bamboo looks rough, and there is a dressing table with a bronze mirror on the side of the shelf.

However, none of the previous houses seemed to have any similar decorations. It seems that the original owner of this house should be a female monk.

Liu Xiaolu took a few steps forward and searched carefully, and there was nothing left of makeup and jewelry that might have been on the dressing table, even the drawers were empty.

Hitting the wall one after another, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help feeling a little irritable in his heart, he swung his hands and pushed the empty drawer in, making a loud bang.

Unexpectedly, with this push, the drawer was dented a lot by her push.

As soon as Liu Xiaolu's face showed a bit of surprise, there was a creaking sound in his ears.

Turning his head and looking, he saw that the green bamboo wall behind him had split into two without any warning at this moment, and it was slowly pushed to the sides, revealing a small dark space.

Liu Xiaolu cautiously poked his head in and looked around, feeling that there seemed to be no danger, so he stepped in with confidence.

In the most conspicuous place of the small cubicle is a large carved wardrobe, and on the left and right sides are a huge bronze mirror of the same length and a three-tier shelf as tall as a person.

Opening the double door of the carved wardrobe, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help taking a deep breath.

I saw that the large cupboard was actually covered with a dazzling array of dresses of various colors, and there were at least twenty sets of various patterns and styles.

What surprised her even more was that all of these beautiful clothes were middle-grade magic weapons!

Liu Xiaolu couldn't help swallowing, after this trip, aside from other things, this cabinet of robes alone is worth hundreds of spirit stones.

Reluctantly looking away from the closet, Liu Xiaolu went to the tall cabinet on the right and looked again.

There is a row of jade slips on the first floor of the cabinet, and there are about dozens of them densely packed.

Liu Xiaolu excitedly picked up a jade slip and stuck it on his forehead, but found that what was recorded in it was just some ordinary mortal stories, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Although she didn't have much expectations for the contents of these jade slips, she still patiently checked them one by one in line with the principle that she would rather kill a mistake than let it go.

When he was bored and flipped through the No. 20 nine jade slips, Liu Xiaolu's eyes finally lit up.

Found something great!

What is recorded in this humble jade slip is actually a foundation-building exercise called Qingyuan Jue, and even a set of intermediate-level spells called Qingyuan Sword Jue are recorded in the second half of the exercise.

Liu Xiaolu carefully put this jade slip into his bosom, and spent half a stick of effort before checking all the remaining ten or so jade slips.

What made her feel a little puzzled was that except for a small part of these jade slips that recorded some old-fashioned mortal dialects, most of the rest of the jade slips recorded all kinds of stories related to a real person named Mu Feng. Gossip trivia about monks.

Real person Mu Feng?Could it be the master of this cave?
　Ask for a ticket~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)