Looking at the withered bones in front of him, Chu Yu felt as if he was from another world.
Looking around carefully, Chu Yu found that he was in a secret room. How could he come here? He only remembered that he was blown up by a strange wind in front of the stone gate, and then came to a stone bridge... After stepping on the bridge
What happened is still vivid in my mind. If I were an ordinary person, I would probably forget it.
Those illusions were just a dream, but Chu Yu felt that things were not that simple. He lowered his head and glanced at his body. He found that the clothes soaked by the rain were still dripping. The clothes stuck to his body, making him feel a little itchy and cold.
After shaking his muscles and bones, Chu Yu walked towards Huo Xiaoyao's corpse.
Nothing unexpected happened this time, and the down-to-earth feeling made Chu Yu feel much more at ease.
The secret room was two feet in diameter, with uneven stone walls. Chu Yu stared at it carefully for a while, and without realizing anything, his eyes fell on the ever-bright lamp. This ever-bright lamp had been burning in this secret room for who knows how many years, and the fire had already started.
It was very weak, as if a gust of wind could blow it out. Looking away from the ever-burning lamp, Chu Yu's eyes fell on Huo Xiaoyao's bones - the bones were scattered in a
Next to the chair, the chair had long been in decay and was covered with dust and cobwebs. His eyes moved slightly and looking at the stone tablet inscribed with Huo Xiaoyao's tomb, Chu Yu had a doubt in his heart. There was only one person's withered bones in this stone room, which meant that
When Huo Xiaoyao died, he was alone. Since there was no one to bury him, what was the use of this stone tablet? Could it be to tell those who came after him to explain his identity?
As soon as this idea came up, Chu Yu shook his head and denied it. Although he didn't know the origin of Huo Xiaoyao, but based on the many things he had just experienced, Chu Yu knew that this person was definitely not simple. Thinking like this, Chu Yu stepped forward two
Stepping to the stone tablet, he squatted down and stared at the stone tablet for a moment, frowning slightly. The words on the stone tablet were vigorous and round. Chu Yu stared at them for a moment, and found that the fonts had a faint aura coming from the tablet.
With a thought in his heart, Chu Yu raised his right hand, and then placed his right index finger on the top of the word "Huo". Seeing that the index finger matched the concave handwriting, Chu Yu couldn't help but exclaimed - at first he thought it was the word "Huo" on the stone tablet.
The words were carved by Huo Xiaoyao. Now it seems that Huo Xiaoyao should have carved them on the stone tablet with his index finger. The depth of these five words is not even the slightest difference.
He reached out and touched the handwriting. Chu Yu closed his eyes and began to trace the fonts along the grooves.
Horizontal, vertical, stroke, stroke, as Chu Yu's index finger moved slightly, these fonts appeared in Chu Yu's mind. The first time he copied it, Chu Yu's speed was very slow, but the second time he copied it, Chu Yu's speed was fast.
After reading a lot, by the third time, Chu Yu’s face showed a look of infatuation.
With a drunken expression, by the fourth time, Chu Yu frowned slightly, and big beads of sweat oozed out on his forehead. He looked very painful. When the last horizontal line of the character tomb ended, Chu Yu couldn't help but spit out a puff.
Taking a mouthful of blood, he fell to the ground unsteadily.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. The pale Chu Yu looked at the words on the stone tablet and murmured with a hint of surprise: "What a strong sword intent!" After speaking, Chu Yu fell silent, and after a moment he frowned and said.
: "That's not right, the art of swordsmanship focuses on practicing internal martial arts, understanding the breath, penetrating the heavens, and using the sword to perform skills. But why is the sword intention contained in these fonts concentrated in one breath and gathering all the qi?"
"If there is no source of power, how can we seize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth? Is this... the art of sword control?"
As he spoke, Chu Yu couldn't help raising his right hand and scratching on the ground. As Chu Yu moved his fingers, a clear zigzag word appeared in front of Chu Yu. Looking at the words he wrote, Chu Yu frowned.
When he got up, he seemed to be walking but lackluster. Chu Yu, who was a little distressed, closed his eyes.
With his eyes recalling the state of copying just now, he waved the fingers of his right hand unconsciously, and a word "Chu" appeared under Chu Yu's fingers. As the last stroke ended, a faint energy shot out from the tips of Chu Yu's fingers.
, leaving a clear pit on the ground.
Chu Yu didn't look at the words he just wrote. He came to the tombstone again with something in his mind. Just as he raised his hand to copy the top line of the word "Huo", a trace of blood oozed from the corner of Chu Yu's mouth. He felt as if his index finger was on the head of a needle.
He did not stop, and continued to copy with trembling hands. The five simple words made Chu Yu copy for nearly half an hour. When the last stroke was finished, Chu Yu, who was shaking all over, could no longer bear the pain in his body and fell down.
He passed out unconscious on the ground.
As Chu Yu fell, the stone tablet inscribed with Huo Xiaoyao's tomb suddenly appeared cracks, and in the blink of an eye, only rubble was left on the ground.
There was no time in the secret room. When Chu Yu opened his eyes this time, several hours had passed since he passed out. Chu Yu, who opened his eyes, was lying on the ground, still recalling the dream he had when he was unconscious——
There was a big house in the dream. Sunlight projected through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the white cashmere carpet. A woman looked at the child in front of her with a peaceful smile. The child stood on tiptoes, opened his arms and looked at the woman expectantly. The woman slowly squatted down.
Next, he stretched out his arms to pick up the child, with a doting look on his face.
"Mom, turn around."
The sun falls on the woman's face, and the wind blows her long hair, which is very fragrant...
Recalling the scenes in the dream, Chu Yu felt mixed with joy and sadness. The child in the dream should be happy, so what should happiness feel like? This woman is beautiful, especially her smile, which has a hint of doting.
And love and care made Chu Yu feel that his heart was about to melt.
At this moment, Chu Yu just wanted to sleep again and meet this woman in his dream again.
The long-lit lamp in the stone room flickered for a few times, and the dim light brought Chu Yu back to reality.
Chu Yu sat up from the ground and looked at the broken stone tablet, feeling lost. He sat blankly for a moment. Chu Yu stood up and bowed to the bones. He did not expect that he could have such a great understanding of the sword in this stone room.
But Chu Yu soon discovered that he was still too optimistic. There was no exit from this stone room. How could he leave if he was trapped here?
Since the ever-burning lamp does not go out, it means that there is air circulation in the stone room. Chu Yu believes that there must be an exit here, otherwise how could Huo Xiaoyao come in? Thinking like this, Chu Yu walked towards Huo Xiaoyao's corpse and squatted beside it.
After looking through Huo Xiaoyao's clothes during his lifetime, he found that the clothes were rotten to the touch and there was nothing else.
Just when Chu Yu was wondering if there was any secret passage inside the stone room, he suddenly discovered that there were writings on the wooden chair next to the corpse.
Chu Yu removed the bones and saw a line of small words: Those who come, please bury the bones one foot below this chair.
Looking at this line of words, Chu Yu frowned. He seemed to have thought of an important point, but he couldn't figure out what was going on. When he thought about it more carefully, Chu Yu had a headache and scratched his scalp hard. That's all. Although it was different from
This Huo Xiaoyao didn't understand
However, judging from all the signs that happened before, his coming here is inseparable from him. Meeting each other means being destined to die, not to mention that he also had a great enlightenment on swordsmanship because of Huo Xiaoyao, so he will be buried in peace.
There are no requirements
What's wrong? Thinking like this, Chu Yu carefully piled Huo Xiaoyao's bones. After removing the chair, he took out the dagger he carried with him and dug into the ground. Fortunately, the stone chamber was surrounded by stone walls but there was loose soil underneath.
The depth of one foot is quickly reached
When he arrived, looking at the corpses and the small hole in front of him, Chu Yu felt that the hole he dug was a bit small, so he continued digging until it was nearly three feet. Just when Chu Yu decided to stop, the dagger in his hand touched a piece of
A hard object made a harsh sound.
Chu Yu couldn't allow him to think too much. If he wanted to know the taste of pears, he had to taste them himself. Now he was not so anxious to go out. He wanted to answer the question mark in his heart.
At this time, he could only continue digging, but after a moment, what was displayed in front of Chu Yu made him even more confused...