The fifth volume is full of awe and martial arts legends Chapter 226 Mural Under Mural
The whistling sound lasted for three or two breaths. When the dust settled, the ground beneath the hill was littered with corpses. Only a few were killed by Li Muchan's palm strikes; most fell to their deaths from the horses' backs or were trampled to death by the horses' hooves. Many frightened horses bolted wildly into the distance.
Some people were seriously injured but not dead, still groaning and wailing.
Although half of the 3,000 elite cavalry were killed, the remaining ones quickly regrouped, stabilized the morale of the army, and turned the arrows around.
The starry sky was bright. Li Muchan stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at those elite soldiers who were still ready to fight for their lives. He couldn't help but frown and concentrate, and at the same time, he calmed his murderous intent.
"They are indeed elite."
He felt that heroes and warriors should be given enough respect.
But Li Muchan's expression suddenly changed again.
He narrowed his eyes, drew his sword, and stretched out his body. He no longer had the mind to deal with these people, but leaped up and flew to a stone mountain outside the Happy Forest.
Because just now, Pharmacist Li and the woman in white were standing here, watching him from afar, but now both of them are gone.
Li Muchan frowned, then took a deep breath and glanced at the place where the two had stood before.
There are traces of fighting.
In addition to the traces left by Yu Luosha, there were also the footprints of Li Yaoshi. A heavy step left a clear footprint.
"Bai Feifei?" Li Muchan murmured.
It can only be this person, otherwise why would Pharmacist Li take the initiative to get close to him.
But it was definitely this person who took action.
Moreover, he took advantage of Li Pharmacist's unpreparedness, attacked suddenly in the moment of thunder, and then subdued him.
But why?
Li Muchan was puzzled.
Since this person treated Pharmacist Li very well and kidnapped him, what was his purpose?
He turned and rushed towards the Temple of the Flower Goddess.
Then he entered the cave without hesitation.
But the secret passage was long and narrow, winding and tortuous, with scattered torches on the ground, as well as some people who had died long ago.
Li Muchan picked up a torch and ran like the wind without stopping, only using the cliff walls for support. He was like a ball of black mist, floating and moving, and soon he arrived at the end of the cave.
There is indeed a dark room here.
The darkroom has been opened.
Li Muchan's expression was gloomy, and he said calmly, "I'll give you three breaths, and then you can get out."
As soon as he opened his mouth, several martial artists came out trembling from the dark room. They had hidden here because they realized something was wrong.
Seeing that Li Muchan really had no intention of taking action, several people hurriedly crawled away.
Li Muchan walked into the dark room holding a torch.
The firelight revealed the entire darkroom's layout It was simple enough, with a stone table, stone benches, and a stone bed. Apart from some utensils for daily living, the only things left were books that had been rummaged through and littered the floor.
Li Muchan lit up the lamps on the wall one by one, and looked around carefully. He was silent for a long time. Only with a long breath did his frown relax again.
He really couldn't guess why Bai Feifei did this. The only thing he was sure of was that the other party didn't have any malicious intentions or intended to kill him.
Li Muchan did not rush out. He picked up the ancient books and paintings scattered on the ground and looked at them carefully.
The ancient books were quite ordinary, just some medical classics and pharmacopoeias used for self-regulation, but the few scattered paintings were interesting.
They all depict the same person.
The person in the painting is a young man with a gentle and handsome appearance. He carries a long sword on his back and has a thin body. His face has a lazy expression but a hint of smile. He looks humble and gentle, and there is a spiritual air between his eyebrows, and he has a free and easy attitude.
Shen Lang.
Although they all depict the same person, the posture in each painting is different.
Some rode their horses, some drew their swords, some drank with swords in hand, and some looked at each other with smiles.
Li Muchan looked around again in the light of the lamp, and saw that the walls on all four sides were also covered with murals, all of which were of people in the paintings.
Looking around, the murals are densely packed, almost imprinting every move of the other party here, and the painting skills are so exquisite that even some extremely subtle expressions can be reproduced, looking so lifelike and vivid.
Li Muchan shook his head. It was not difficult to imagine how lonely it was to live in such a dark place, with portraits as companions all day long, all alone.
Looking at the martial arts world throughout the ages, there are countless heroes and geniuses in the world, and there are also many invincible people; whenever they are mentioned, each one is more talented than the other, each one is more famous than the other, and each one is more earth-shaking than the other, but few people can understand the word "love".
Li Xunhuan was trapped in love for half his life.
Ah Fei was harmed by love.
Then there is Bai Feifei's regret for love.
There are also Chai Yuguan and Wang Yunmeng, who loved and hated each other and went to the underworld together.
These top masters who are famous all over the world and feared by the martial arts world have all suffered great losses because of the word "love", and some have even lost their lives, and their ambitions have come to nothing.
Li Muchan couldn't help but think of himself, Shangguan Xiaoxian and Li Yaoshi.
Will he follow in their footsteps?
But as soon as this thought came to mind, it was quickly dispelled by Li Muchan.
As long as his ambitions haven't been fully realized, he will never be shaken by "love"...
Sudden.
"boom!"
A loud explosion suddenly came from outside the cave, and the earth shook and the rocks collapsed.
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, his expression not changing much. He had anticipated this sort of thing since he'd come in, and figured there must be a member of the Azure Dragon Society among those who had just escaped.
Li Muchan gradually calmed down, turned around and sat cross-legged on the stone bed, practicing qigong and regulating his breathing to recover his strength.
Although he did not encounter an invincible enemy or a powerful fighter this time, his internal strength was still greatly depleted.
But Li Muchan's eyes, which had just closed, suddenly opened slowly again.
His gaze fell back on the murals covering the wall, and as he looked at the portraits on them, his dark eyes gradually brightened.
Because after the explosion just now, an inconspicuous crack appeared on the mural.
Li Muchan didn't see it, but heard it.
Surprise showed in his eyes, and he snapped his fingers. A gust of wind broke through the air and hit the crack from a distance.
“Ka-ka…”
As the cracking sounds continued to be heard, Li Muchan stood up again, walked to the front of the mural, reached out and touched the cracks on it, and the strangeness in his eyes became more and more intense.
There seems to be something hidden under this mural.
He flicked his sleeves, and the mural on the wall suddenly turned into powder and shattered into dust.
And there is actually another mural below the mural.
The difference is that the mural below is carved, and it doesn't seem to be from Bai Feifei's hand.
This is because the carving of this mural is stiff and clumsy, and the messy marks on the wall are like scars, or as if they were scratched and carved. The scratches are of different depths and colors, filled with an indescribable madness and... hatred.
The reason why it is called hatred is that those traces were carved around the portrait of a man.
Beside the portrait, there are three crooked words:
【Chai Yuguan】
But Li Muchan's eyes suddenly stopped and looked to the other side.
Except for Chai Yuguan, the remaining portraits were not of Shen Lang. They looked a bit weird and mysterious.
It looks like a mountain.
There are also many scattered handwritings on the side, crooked and intermittent.
[Huiyan Peak, Hengshan Mountain...]
He picked up the torch, pressed it against the wall, and began to look carefully.
"It's actually Huiyan Peak. Who could have left these things behind? But looking at the contents of the murals..." Li Muchan's eyes fixed, he murmured with some surprise and amazement, "Could it be that this person went to Huiyan Peak back then and survived? Or did he see something?"
He kept muttering to himself, and his eyes became more and more strange.
"King of Jiuzhou...Shen Tianjun..."
"The burial place..."
"What burial place?"
"Corpse...corpse?"
"Hiss, where is the body of Shen Tianjun, the King of Jiuzhou, buried?"
"What's hidden inside?"
