Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 273 Looking at the Paintings in the Tomb
On the other hand, Murong Jiujiu passed out almost as soon as he was restrained, and was in a daze. When she opened her eyes again and regained consciousness, she found that she was in a dark and cold environment.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Human beings seem to be full of an instinctive fear of the unknown darkness.

At this moment, Murong Jiujiu felt Xiaoqing's swimming sensation on her waist, which relieved her sudden panic for a little while.

"you're awake."

A cold voice sounded.

Murong Jiujiu's body trembled, and then jumped up. A few steps behind her, an oil lamp lit up, and under the oil lamp, there was an old face with silver hair. A not very kind old man.

But in this cold and dark environment, at first glance, Murong Jiujiu felt his scalp go numb, and he held back, not letting himself cry out.

Then look at the old man's clothes, it is a black cloak with a hood, and a black undershirt.

So she can preliminarily judge that this should be the man in black who kidnapped her, but she just remembered that the man in black was looking at the ancient and rare old man in front of her at an unpredictable speed.

No matter how you look at it, there is a feeling of incompatibility.

"I don't know, senior..."

"You don't need to know my name. In fact, bringing you here is just an order and a matter of loyalty," the old man said lightly, with an indifferent and old tone, as if he was about to die.

Even with her withered face, she looked very stiff, not at all angry like a living person.

Just as he was wondering, he saw the old man slowly turned sideways, and slowly put the oil lamp in his hand on the stone table beside him, as his eyes adjusted to the focus of the light, Murong Jiujiu finally saw clearly.

The place where she is should be a relatively low stone room, and under her body is a cold stone bed.

Murong Jiujiu was looking around curiously, when he raised his eyes, he suddenly met the old man's expressionless face.

Even though she had made enough mental preparations before, Murong Jiujiu was still shuddered again. She touched her beating heart, begging for mercy, and looked at the old face that suddenly approached in front of her.

"Senior, we have something to talk about..."

"Am I scary?"

the old man asked.

Murong Jiujiu didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he could only shake his head and said weakly: "Fortunately, the main reason is that the environment is too dark."

But the old man didn't get too entangled in this issue. In her drooping eyelids, a pair of cloudy but sharp eyes began to scrutinize Murong Jiujiu without blinking.

After a while, he asked again abruptly, "Do you know your own identity?"

Murong Jiujiu's heart skipped a beat, identity.

In the past, she would have nodded without hesitation and said that she was the daughter of Dongyue Xiangfu, but she later found out that she was not, she was a child brought from somewhere by the old master of the Yun family.

So she doesn't know her true identity.

The mysterious and powerful old man in front of her has taken her captive to this place. Does she know anything?
For a moment, Murong was stunned for a long time, she nodded stiffly at first, but then quickly shook her head again.

Seeing her complicated and swaying attitude, the old man smiled, but in this dark environment, with this dying old face, smiling is definitely uglier than crying.

No, it's not that it's uglier than crying, it's weird, okay?

"You really noticed something, hehe..."

Following the old man's sinister smile, Murong Jiujiu's goosebumps fell all over the floor.

"Come with me."

Then, the old man said another word, then slowly raised his body, picked up the oil lamp on the table again, and walked towards the door, Murong Jiujiu heard the words and didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly got off the stone bed.

Then I went out.

After she went out, she found that it was still dark outside, and only the oil lamp held by the old man in front of her could reveal her wide and thin figure, the shaking robe, and the snow-like white hair around her vertical waist. .

Step by step forward, it seems that even without the oil lamp, the old man is already familiar with this dark environment like the back of his hand.

This made Murong Jiujiu timidly think of the ancient tomb in the previous TV series, The Legend of Condor Heroes.

Yes, it's as dark as an ancient tomb here.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the old man in front suddenly stopped, she handed the oil lamp in her hand to Murong Jiujiu, and said, "You should see for yourself first."

Murong Jiujiu accepted the oil lamp, only to find that the wall in front of her was painted with stone murals. Even though it seemed to be a few years old, it still looked lifelike.

The content of this painting is first a piece of palaces with pavilions, terraces and pavilions, stretching into pieces, very brilliant, the sun is painted on the upper left, and the moon is painted on the upper right, implying the same brilliance in Japanese.

"This is……"

"This is the palace of Xuanyuan from the previous dynasty."

The old man behind him explained slowly.

Murong Jiujiu's expression was startled, and he turned towards Xuanyuan. Hearing such words at the moment, he felt inexplicably familiar and unfamiliar. The oil lamp in his hand moved, and with the light, the second mural came into view.

The painting seems to be a court hall, where the emperor and empress sit side by side.

The next one is not the courtiers, but four strange people. Why do you say they are strange? Let me talk about the first one, who is dressed in white and holds a long shovel.

The second one, dressed plainly, seemed to be an old man, holding a compass, sitting cross-legged at the feet of the emperor.

The third one is a smiling Miaolin woman. There is nothing strange about it, but in this simple painting style, it is the extraordinary dignity of this woman, as if even the queen wearing a phoenix run can't hold back .

The fourth one is a rather gloomy man in black. He has no appearance, but the black energy overflowing from his body is particularly prominent. Don't get close to strangers.

"This one……"

"This is the four clans of Xuanyuan."

The old man responded again, and then she slowly stretched out a finger like dry wood, pointed at the gorgeous young woman, and said, "This is your ancestor, the Moon Spirit Clan."

"What! Moon Spirit Clan."

Murong Jiujiu was a little stunned when he heard it for a while, could it be that her background has something to do with the previous dynasty.

The old man smiled sullenly, and continued to explain: "There were four races in the previous dynasty, the different sun, the moon spirit, the Wuxiang, and the jade soul. Each of them had extraordinary talents and abilities that ordinary people couldn't. They were the beginning of Xuanyuan's prosperity, but they were also The bane of Xuanyuan's demise."

"The Yiri people are born with unpredictable ghosts and gods. They kill people invisible and invisible. They are known as the demon race, but it seems that because of this clan's excessive killing, they have no destiny to survive, while the Moonling clan is just the opposite. They are born with a life force." Strength, saving lives and healing the wounded, helping sentient beings..."

"The Wuxiang family is born to spy on the secrets of the heavens and ask the heavens, but it is said that because their ancestors leaked too many secrets, they were punished by the heavens. The descendants are doomed to many disasters, and even die young and be cut off from the world."

Hearing this, Murong suddenly remembered for a long time, Liu Yunhuan, who has been passed down in the whole southern Sichuan, is she a member of the Wuxiang clan?

(End of this chapter)