...

Master Kuzhu nodded, then shook his head lightly: "No."

"Master, we are..." Jia Jiujiu said hurriedly. They wanted to protect Zhao Wujiang's safety. What should they do if they can't go in now?

Master Kuzhu spoke like a mirror in his heart, but his tone remained calm: "That's not possible either."

Jia Ersan quietly revealed a golden token from his sleeve and showed the corner to Master Kuzhu:

"Master, please do it for your convenience..."

"My Buddha is merciful, don't worry, the donor, I'll be fine with you two juniors." Master Kuzhu clasped his hands together and returned the bows of Jia 23 and Jia 19, which were the tokens of the royal family of Great Xia, and he showed respect to them.

Hiss... there was a roar from the crowd, and they were shocked. Although Master Kuzhu has always had a kind face in the past few days, everyone can feel the coldness behind his kindness.

But they didn't expect that the two men in gray robes and bronze masks in front of them would receive a kind bow from Master Kuzhu.

You must know that among the people present now, only Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family, has received such courtesy, and these two men in gray robes can also receive such courtesy.

This is not the most important thing. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the identity of these two men in gray robes is roughly the servants who protect the two juniors in black robes who have just stepped into the back of the palace.

And if they are just servants and can be treated with courtesy, what are the identities of these two juniors? Are they higher than the head of the Jiang family?

Everyone's thoughts were racing and they were shocked.

Jia 23 and Jia 19 didn't pay attention to the noise from the crowd at all. Their eyes were solemn. Master Ku Zhu said it was okay. They could only sigh and believe that what Master Ku Zhu said was true.

...

Behind the hall, Zhao Wujiang looked at the bamboo forest that blocked the sky and the sun, feeling relaxed for no reason.

Gu Nanyuan walked briskly, pulling Zhao Wujiang forward.

Zhao Wujiang could clearly feel Gu Nanyuan's excitement, which was like a child returning home, free and full of joy.

"At the end of the stone steps ahead, there seem to be two familiar figures!" Gu Nanyuan pointed to the stone steps that spread upward. At the end of their sight, there were two figures. One was wearing light blue clothes and walked like a sharp sword.

One handle, a person wearing a plain white dress, holding a three-foot green blade.

"Brother Jiang Mengli and Yuan Zheng?" Zhao Wujiang was confused. The figure looked like these two people, but he was a little far away and couldn't see clearly.

"Let's go." Gu Nanyuan took Zhao Wujiang's sleeve and stepped into the bamboo forest.

"Not taking the steps?"

Gu Nanyuan's beautiful eyes flashed with excitement:

"Not leaving."

She pulled Zhao Wujiang into the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest is dense, and late autumn is approaching, but there is no yellowing. The roots of the big bamboos are thick and extend towards the sky, only sporadic skylight is exposed.

Zhao Wujiang and Gu Nanyuan stepped on the piled leaves, and there was a rustling sound under their feet.

Gu Nanyuan just pulled Zhao Wujiang's sleeve at first, and then her slender hands couldn't help but hold Zhao Wujiang's big hand, and they walked back and forth in the bamboo forest.

After a cup of tea, the bamboo forest in front of the two people seemed to be endless. A thick fog appeared in front of them. The thick fog spread among the bamboo forest, making it difficult to see the way forward.

"We're almost there." Gu Nanyuan was delighted.

Zhao Wujiang was confused: "You lived here before? Do you know Master Kuzhu just now?"

"Yeah." Gu Nanyuan looked at him sideways:

"I know Grandpa Kuzhu too. When I was a child, I often listened to Grandpa Kuzhu's lectures in the library, but I couldn't understand..."

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered. He had long guessed that Gu Nanyuan's identity was not simple, but now it seemed that he had underestimated him.

Gu Nanyuan took Zhao Wujiang and stepped into the thick fog, surrounded by a vast expanse of white.

After half a cup of tea, the thick fog gradually disappeared, and a stone door appeared in front of Zhao Wujiang.

The stone door was covered with moss and ancient vines. Gu Nanyuan touched the stone door with her slender hand, and then pressed it lightly. The stone door slowly opened with a roaring sound.

"call......"

A strong wind blew, and the coolness and humidity mixed with the breath of time hit my face.

A passage appeared in front of Zhao Wujiang, with no end in sight, only darkness.

"Let's go see my grandpa." Gu Nanyuan said softly. For some reason, she felt nervous in her heart.

I don’t know if I’m nervous because I’m about to see my grandpa, or if I’m worried about my grandpa’s meeting with Zhao Wujiang.

She felt her cheeks were a little hot at the moment, as if she was a little shy.

Zhao Wujiang stepped into the passage, and the stone door behind him slowly closed again amidst the roaring sound. The light in the passage was suppressed, making it pitch black.

Zhao Wujiang took out the fire folder, blew out the fire, took Gu Nanyuan's hand, and walked deeper into the passage.

"I wonder what Grandpa's name is?" Zhao Wujiang asked with a faint smile.

"Gu Changtian." Gu Nanyuan said softly. Her hand holding Zhao Wujiang was a little wet, but she did not let go.

Zhao Wujiang has superb medical skills, and with the seven indestructible souls of Vajra fully activated, his perception is extremely sensitive. At this moment, he is constantly sniffing the smells around him.

Moist... slightly cool... withered... Couldn't this be in a certain mountain? His mind was racing, and his eyes suddenly widened as he thought of something.

Tomb keeper!
Chapter completed!