Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-Fifth: Ancient Qin Palace

Zhu Minglang naturally remembered Li Xinghua's advice, and he glanced ahead.

"Master Zhu, do you have any other concerns?" Wang Beiyou asked at this moment.

"Even if the city walls of Jue Ling City were breached, they didn't seem to panic at all. They probably still had something hidden. When I flew over from a high place, I noticed that the ancient ruins were a bit weird." Zhu Minglang said to Wang Beiyou and others. Several team leaders said.

It can't be said that my sister-in-law figured it out and guided me there. Zhu Minglang gave a simple reason.

"Indeed, this Jue Ling city-state is too complicated. I'm afraid even a big country and power in our Extreme Court Continent doesn't have such strong strength." Zhao Chishun of the royal family said.

"Then thank you, Mr. Zhu, to cut out the hidden dangers for us." Wang Bei saluted, and said very modestly.

"It's time to work, it's time to work!" Several other team leaders also said one after another.

Zhu Minglang nodded, and took his sister-in-law Nan Yusuo to the ancient ruins shrouded in mystery.

As soon as they left, Wang Beiyou, Zhao Chishun, the head of the Zizong Forest, and others became emotional.

"Elder Jinglin, it's no wonder that you Zhumen have been in full swing these years. Your son is a hero in the world, but he is so low-key, unlike some young people in our Zizong Forest, who are complacent with a little bit of strength. I wish you all the best!" Compared with the son of the sect, the difference is not only in cultivation, but in the future, we will come to our Zizong Forest as a guest." Zizong Lin Wang Beiyou praised.

In such a large-scale battle, it is difficult for even seniors like them to make waves. It can be seen how dazzling Zhu Minglang is in the joint crusade of the major forces this time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We Zhumen have always been like this. We don't like high-profile shows. Every member of us is like this. Of course, our young master is the benchmark!" Elder Jing Lin's face was full of smiles.

The other Zhumen guards were on the side, including the senior guards who were extremely loyal and swore to defend Zhu Minglang before, and they were all ashamed at this time.

I'm a little ashamed of the huge salary that Zhumen gives them every year. It's fine if I can't protect the young master, but the young master saved their lives.

"In the future, if someone says that the young master is idle and does not think about making progress, we will smash his head to pieces." The chief guard said in a low voice.

The other guards nodded one after another, they were smashed by hammers, their eyeballs were going to be plucked out and thrown to the dogs to eat, the young master clearly radiated the colorful glow of the Chosen Son all over his body, they couldn't see it, what's the use of eyes!

Although Zhu Minglang left the team, the brilliance of Cangluan and Qinghuanglong was still shining on the main battlefield in the sky. What the elders and chief executives said just now were not hypocritical praise. They were extremely surprised. With such a king dragon hanging high in the sky to escort the whole army, Zhu Minglang is still capable of killing one of the city-state's four heroes. Has he not shown his full strength so far? ?

What a scary young man!

...

Zhu Minglang and Nan Yusuo rode the Fire Qilin Dragon to the ancient ruins of the city-state.

The ancient relics of the city-state were piled up into a "product" shape by some ancient gray stones. The ancient walls were not tall and majestic, but showed some mottled traces of time.

After Zhu Minglang and Nan Lingsha broke into the ancient ruins of the city-state, doubts arose in both of them.

Why are there no guards?

If this is the core method of Jue Ling City-State, why is no one guarding it here? Aren't they afraid of being destroyed or stolen?

The two continued to walk inside.

Nan Lingsha turned her head from time to time, her beautiful eyes were as clear as a stream of spirits, and at the same time she seemed to have some concerns.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Minglang asked.

"Don't you think we are getting farther and farther away from the ancient wall we came in?" Nan Yusuo pointed to the ancient wall with her finger.

Zhu Minglang also sensed something was wrong.

When they looked at it from the outside, the ancient relic was actually not that big. With the foot strength of the fire unicorn dragon, they had already walked around inside.

But after entering, they walked for a long time without seeing the other wall, and the distance from the wall behind them was no less than the length of the north-south main street of a city-state...

"It seems that this ancient relic has the law of space, similar to the small world of the ancient relic." Zhu Minglang said.

Nan Yusuo nodded, and she also felt the same way.

...

After walking a certain distance, Zhu Minglang and Nan Yusuo saw an ancient stone palace. The stone palace was intricate and disordered. You could see the dilapidated stone palace standing tall and covered by countless vines. You could also see some ancient roads. The promenade, with lush greenery on both sides, is shaded by unknown different trees. A genius remembers 噺バ一Chinese in a second m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

Although they show signs of decay and abandonment, it can still be seen from the scale, architectural style, and number of halls of the stone palace that a group of people whose civilization surpassed Lichuan and Jiting once lived here, because no matter what Whether it's a dilapidated palace or a landscaped flower bed, they all exude a holy charm, and when they get close, they feel like they are in a spiritual vein.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

The two stepped into a piano hall, which is one of the relatively well-preserved halls. Although it is covered with some vine greens, the stones, granites, columns, temple bricks, and murals still glow with extraordinary texture. Like jade, like crystal, like platinum...

"thump thump thump"

While observing everything in this hall, the wonder in my heart turned into fluctuations in my mind for some reason, as if the strings were playing in my ears, not abruptly, as if I had already sat upright, Taking a sip of tea, she gazed leisurely at the luthier in front of her, preparing her first piece of music.

The sound of the piano.

Every stone, rock, column, and beam in this palace has been edified by piano music for many years, so that after being dilapidated and abandoned, there is still the sound of the piano, which makes people feel empty physically and mentally. Feel the beauty that once existed here.

Suddenly, Zhu Minglang seemed to see a luthier, dressed in neon clothes, graceful and charming, playing one piece after another in front of him with a pair of slender, white fingers.

I don't know how long it took before Zhu Minglang came back to his senses. If he hadn't remembered that he was still in the midst of a cruel war, Zhu Minglang would have felt that standing here at sunrise would be like the sunset when he first woke up from a dream.

Listening to the sound of the piano, you will forget the time.

"This is like a temple. It feels like there is some kind of inheritance in the melody of the piano. It's a pity that I'm not capable in this area, so I can't feel it..." Zhu Minglang turned his head and said to Nan Yusuo.

Nan Yusuo stood there, her beautiful eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and her slender eyelashes were also a little wet.

Zhu Minglang was a little surprised.

Could it be that Nan Yusuo understood the voice of the rest of the palace that spanned the years? ?

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