"Brother Long, is this a bit bad?"

Looking at the embroidered bed in front of him, which was hidden by red candles and covered by thin curtains, Zhang Wuji felt a little embarrassed.

Since entering the top of Guangming, the two of them quickly approached the core of the Ming Cultivate General Assembly with their body skills and cultivation. Long Tian was like a way to recognize the way, and he took Zhang Wuji into a big house after three or two. Until he really entered it, Zhang Wuji realized that the boudoir of an unknown lady was here, and the fragrance of a girl was filled with the fragrance of a girl. What surprised Zhang Wuji even more was that Long Tian walked directly towards the embroidery bed, which made him swallow his saliva.

In this era, men and women are still very good at defending each other, and Long Tian’s behavior is quite contrary to the current trend.

"I said Wuji, what are you thinking in your mind? In your eyes, Brother Long is just a person who likes to enter other people's embroidered beds?" Long Tian was a little sad and disappointed, lifted the curtain, stretched out his arms between the pillow and quilt, and flipped for a while.

With a "crunch", the bed board on the embroidered bed actually moved away to one side, revealing a mi-tale.

Long Tian pointed to the mi Daokou and said to Zhang Wuji: "Come on, come on, let's see what this is? You think of your elder brother Long as a pervert! Is my image so unlucky in your heart?"

Long Tian's words made Zhang Wuji lower his head embarrassedly, but how could he have thought that Long Tian was like returning to his own home when he arrived at the top of Guangming, and he could find a secret passage in someone else's boudoir in just a few seconds?

"Why are you still standing there? Let's go!"

Long Tian grabbed Zhang Wuji, who was reflecting on his sins, stuffed him directly into the Midao, and then jumped in.

“Cruff.”

After they entered the bed board, they returned to their original state, and there was no trace of it.

"Wow...eh?"

Zhang Wuji was caught by Long Tian and threw him down, but he didn't resist at all, and was only worried about falling and hurting him. But unexpectedly, when he hit the bottom, he felt a soft piece under his body. When he looked closely, he found that there were all some animal skins made of nitrogen, thickly stacked.

A few seconds after Zhang Wuji landed, Long Tian also fell down. But he was not as embarrassed as Zhang Wuji. The slight steps of Lingbo made him look like a feather, falling down lightly, without even a slight shaking.

Zhang Wuji looked forward. The passage below was quite spacious, but there was no access more than ten feet away in front of him. He was blocked by a rock wall, as if he had not digged in.

"Brother Long, what is this secret passage for? If it is used for escape, how could it be so short?"

"Short? This authenticity is not short." Long Tian also walked forward, groped in the rock wall in front of Zhang Wuji for a few times, smiled, and suddenly rushed to the hand with the inner power of the Changsheng Jue: "Look out!"

"Galala..."

The originally flat rock wall suddenly showed concave and convexity, and under the push of Long Tian's palm, the gap became larger and larger. There was a stone door on the rock wall that was closely related to the rock body!

"No?"

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth in shock, his eyes full of incredibleness. He stepped forward and touched the stone door, sighed, "Brother Long, are you too powerful? Can you see this?"

The original material of this stone gate is part of the rock wall. The joints are ingenious and flawless, and they are extremely thick, just like the rock wall when knocked on. In addition to these, it requires extremely deep internal strength to push the rock wall. Not to mention ordinary people, even the smart old world, they have to suffer a lot here.

In Zhang Wuji's eyes, Long Tian had become a god who had predicted the unknown, and his favorability suddenly rose, almost full. But Long Tian didn't want to experience the pain of life and death, wealth and honor connected with people, and he consciously did not make a request for swornship.

Under the leadership of Long Tian, ​​the two soon discovered the biggest secret in the Ming Ding Sect’s authenticity.

In a stone chamber, there were two dead bodies, only white bones remained, and most of the clothes were decayed. One man had a knife between his chest and ribs, while the other man was sitting in a corner of the stone chamber, holding a letter in his hand, and there was a small piece of sheepskin on the ground.

"Wuji, you should know the reason why the Ming Cult is now divided, right?"

Zhang Wuji, who was carefully observing these two corpses, had a question mark in his mind, looked at Long Tian, ​​nodded and said, "I have heard of this. Since Yang Dingtian, the 33rd generation leader of the Ming Cult, disappeared twenty-five years ago, no one in the Ming Cult has been convinced and will be the next leader, and they will break up one after another. My grandfather was also disheartened after that, and established the Tianying Sect and became the leader."

"No," Long Tian glanced around the stone chamber and looked at the bone that was dull on the ground: "That one is Master Yang."

"ah?!"

Zhang Wuji felt that after he followed Long Tian, ​​he was almost shocked. First, he was the midao in the boudoir, and now he was the whereabouts of the previous leader, and Brother Long was simply omnipotent.

"Don't just go there. Did you see that letter? Go and pick it up and read it. There is information about your adopted father Xie Xun, which is also the ironclad evidence that you should command the Ming Cult." Long Tian pointed to the letter in the bone's hand and said, "By the way, throw that sheepskin over to me."

"Oh, yes, Brother Long!"

Zhang Wuji quickly walked to the bone, first clasped his hands together and muttered it, then picked up the sheepskin and threw it to Long Tian, ​​and then read the letter.

"A piece of sheepskin: ordinary sheepskin cannot hide any big secrets."

Long Tian couldn't help laughing as he saw the system's introduction to the sheepskin. Is it obvious that there is no silver here? But if others accidentally got this piece of sheepskin, they might not be able to see anything.

But who is Long Tian? He knows all the stories here, but the secret in the sheepskin cannot be hidden from him.

Long Tian walked to another white bone and picked up the knife. (Is that a knife) but found that this knife was not an ordinary thing:

"Golden Dagger: The best-grade purple gold weapon, extremely sharp."

This dagger looks ordinary, with only a few golden silk patterns in the place where he shakes his hands, but it is the most advanced weapon that he has ever seen in the two worlds of Long and Tian. Although it doesn't fit his hands very well, it must be a crushing existence for those black iron weapons.

Long Tian held the dagger in his hand, gently stroked the palm of his left hand, and squeezed out a few drops of blood on the sheepskin.

As the blood dripped, the seven-color ripples visible to the naked eye echoed back and forth on the sheepskin twice, and a prompt sound had already been heard:

"Di Di Di Di... Congratulations to the player Long Wudi for showing the secret in the sheepskin scrolls, please check it out yourself."
Chapter completed!