Chapter 732 Horror

After checking the surroundings, Zhang Deming floated up again, and floated towards the edge of the only space with mountains in the secret realm, which seemed to be the core area of ​​the secret realm.

During this process, his eyes flickered, and his perception expanded to the limit. When Zhang Deming was about to reach the destination, Zhang Deming almost swept over the entire secret realm.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time, but the age of these spiritual materials also shows that this should not be the case.

Such contradictions made Zhang Deming frowned and drifted towards the mountain range.

When he came to the foot of the mountain on the edge of the secret realm, Zhang Deming was slightly taken aback, because in his perception, a simple courtyard appeared at the foot of the mountain.

"Which family is it really a secret realm?"

Zhang Deming's thoughts flickered. Considering that he had searched in a large area before, he should have sensed it long ago if he really needed an expert.

Moreover, the movement of him coming here is so big, and the secret place is not big, so if someone really was there, he would have noticed it long ago, even if he entered meditation.

Thinking about these things, he hesitated for a moment, then he didn't do anything to hide, and drifted directly towards the courtyard.

Following Zhang Deming's access, the courtyard gradually appeared in front of his eyes. At the foot of a small mountain, there was a nice lake. The aura of the lake was extremely strong, and it turned out to be a four-star spirit lake.

No, it should belong to Lingquan, but because no one has used it for many years, it gradually evolved into Linghu. And the environment here can have such a strong spiritual power, and all the credit comes from there.

The yard is not big, and it seems that people built it casually. It is built on the edge of the lake, half of the house is on the shore, and half of the house is on the water. It seems that the original owner is a very thoughtful and elegant person.

But the architectural style of the house is a bit strange, or rough?

No, roughness is not accurate, such an elegant choice of foundation, it is wrong to describe it as roughness, um, it should be wildness.

The whole courtyard gave Zhang Deming an ancient and barren feeling, just like modern people entered the ancient palace, although the palace is also very luxurious, but the sense of age is clearly visible.

The courtyard looked as if it had not been lived in for a long time, and it was a little dusty, but it was not dilapidated, as if there was a lazy housekeeper who didn't clean it very much to look after it.

Zhang Deming floated to the yard, because he didn't notice any formations, or even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, so he let go of his perception and scanned the room. It seemed that there was no one inside?

With a search, Zhang Deming floated into the courtyard with full vigilance. The layout of the courtyard has the taste of a courtyard, but the style is completely different.

The whole should be condensed by techniques, but Zhang Deming can't feel the traces of single-point carvings, it is natural, as if the yard grew out of the ground, it should be like that, just like a tree.

The house on the left side of the lake consists of several wing rooms, a kitchen and a master bedroom. The original owner seems to have left quite suddenly and did not tidy up the place.

Judging from these vague traces, there should have been two people living here, a man and a woman, living a secluded married life.

Well, of course it could be two men or two women, but the probability is not high.

Zhang Deming walked around on the left side, and after coming to such a conclusion, he floated towards the lake on the right side. The house on the right is significantly different from the one on the left.

Although Zhang Deming doesn't know the materials, if the houses on the shore are brick houses, then the houses on the half of the lake are wooden houses.

Therefore, even if the architectural style is the same, there is an obvious sense of fragmentation. When Zhang Deming stepped into the courtyard on the right, he understood the difference.

The house on the left bank should be the living area, the layout and traces are all tacky. And on the water side, it should be the leisure area, or the leisure area, which is very elegant.

Because the first room Zhang Deming entered was a piano room and tea house. The house is not big, with windows that open on the left and right.

In front of the window on the left near the shore, there is an ordinary guqin, and in front of the window on the right is a window seat similar to a kang, with a small chess table on it. There is still an unfinished game on the chess table, and the lake is outside the window.

Looking at such a layout, Zhang Deming instantly had some scenes in his mind.

A couple like a fairy couple lived a secluded life here, playing the piano and discussing the Tao every day, and occasionally played two games in front of the window.

Every time at this time, the clever breeze blows slowly from the lake, with little waves, breaking into the windows of the two of them, staying beside the two of them, reluctant to leave.

Let the two players who are playing chess look at each other and smile, silently, without a word of words, but without the slightest embarrassment, it is so natural, what an elegant and unrestrained picture!

Zhang Deming shook his head, and threw out the inexplicable picture that popped up in his mind, thinking about it would make him sore.

After that, there are several rooms in succession, all kinds of elegant rooms. When Zhang Deming came to the edge and the area closest to the center of the lake, he found that this was the largest room in the courtyard on the right, with a size of sixty to seventy square meters.

This is a study room, which is very elegantly furnished. There are several wooden windows on the outside near the lake.

What makes people puzzled is that it is not a lake outside the window, but a platform like a ferry, just like a small open-air balcony on the lake, or a very wide ferry.

The room is divided into two parts from the entrance, one side is the layout of the study, the three-dimensional bookshelf stands against the wall, and the front is a huge desk.

The other side looks like some decorations, and there are a lot of weapons hanging on the wall. But there are four scroll paintings hanging in the middle. Without these paintings, it would look like a half weapon house, even though the weapons are good to watch.

But with this painting, the surrounding weapons are the foil for them, it should be the decoration of the study, right?

Zhang Deming first looked around and came to the side of the bookshelf. Looking at the books on the bookshelf in surprise, you know, judging from the traces, the existence of this place for 10,000 to 20,000 years has underestimated him.

Excited, Zhang Deming carefully stretched out his hand, intending to take out a copy and have a look.

But the moment Zhang Deming stretched out his hand, his whole body froze. His hand passed through the books directly, and what he touched was a bare bookshelf.

"phantom?"

"wrong!"

Zhang Deming was sure that there were really books on the bookshelf, but Zhang Deming couldn't touch them. What surprised him the most was that he still didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power during the process.

As if... As if the rules stipulated that he couldn't take the book, just like ordinary people can't catch the light, but the light does exist for a reason.

From the moment he came to the courtyard, Zhang Deming felt that everything here was weird and ancient. Now this situation made Zhang Deming completely sure that the couple who originally lived here should be people with shocking cultivation, at least far surpassing the current Zhang Deming.

Facing the books on the bookshelf, I tried to grab several books, and tried various methods, but nothing worked, and even no spiritual power fluctuations occurred. Zhang Deming had no choice but to temporarily give up the futile move.

Floating to the other side of the room, the wall with the weapons hanging on them seemed to be all ordinary weapons. Zhang Deming carefully reached out his hand again, and this time he took it out without any accidents.

But holding the long sword in his hand, Zhang Deming looked at it for a long time. Even with his current attainments in refining weapons and his skill in detecting with spiritual eyes, he didn't seem to see any problems. The thing in front of him was just an ordinary iron.

With a slight frown, he scanned half of the wall and selected several pieces to check, but found nothing.

In the end, Zhang Deming looked at the middle of the wall. The four scrolls hanging on the wall are the same as the bookshelf on the opposite side. The four paintings here seem to be the main body here. The swords, guns, swords and halberds hanging around are just for decoration.

The four paintings are all scroll paintings, and the style seems to be the same. But Zhang Deming looked at the content of the four paintings, but made him frown a little.

It's not that the painting is so complicated and difficult to understand. On the contrary, the painting is very simple and can be said to be clear at a glance.

There is only one sword in each painting, and there is no other scenery. On the four paintings, there are four swords.

The first sword is a wide sword, the blade is very ferocious, with fangs and spikes all over, it even looks a bit like a strange knife. For no reason, Zhang Deming knew it was a magic sword.

The second sword is even more strange, it is a dragon sword, with the dragon tail as the tip, the dragon head as the handle, and the body of the sword is covered with dragon scales. There is no reason again, Zhang Deming knows that this painting is a demon sword.

The third sword was completely broken. Except for the hilt, it was all fragments scattered all over the scroll, but the layout was a bit strange.

It's like... just like the fragments of these paintings are slowly reuniting and becoming complete again. Now it has converged to a certain extent, so that although it looks scattered, it is generally in the shape of a long strip, and it can barely be seen that it is a strange sword.

Zhang Deming subconsciously looked at this painting a few more times, not because it was weird enough, but because he felt inexplicably familiar, and always felt that he had seen it before, but his mental strength flickered, and he searched the entire memory, but Zhang Deming did not find the target.

Zhang Deming, who had no results, was stunned when he looked at the last painting.

"Is this... the Xuanyuan Holy Sword, the ancient spiritual treasure?"

Following Zhang Deming's words, as if some rules were triggered, a string of words quietly appeared in the lower right corner of the four scrolls.

As before, there was still no fluctuation of spiritual power, as if the sun came out, and the sun would naturally change in a regular way. But compared to this strange phenomenon, Zhang Deming fell into a daze as he looked at the words that emerged.

'Dead heart and split the whip, accepting the will of all people! '

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Xuan Yuan

Zhang Deming looked at the text in the lower right corner, a little sluggishly, is it really the ancient holy sword of humanity: Xuanyuan Sword?

Immediately, Zhang Deming turned his head and looked at the third scroll of Broken Sword, which made him feel weird.

'The heart dies and the whip is cracked, and the weapon should be robbed! '

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Meteor God

Looking at the words "so-called Meteor God", Zhang Deming finally knew where the familiarity came from. Isn't this Nima... the snake-bone sword transformed by Li Shifan?

It's just that the appearance of Li Shifan's transformed sword is a little different from this broken sword. It may be that Li Shifan has not yet completed it, or it may be that this one has not been assembled yet.

So the four paintings are all of the same level? Even the same origin?

While thinking, Zhang Deming looked at the first and second paintings.

'Dead heart and split whip, should be destined to exterminate demons! '

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call it extermination

'With a dead heart and a split whip, you can kill all monsters in the world! '

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so-called demon slaying

Sure enough, there are really four strange swords, and looking at the information, maybe they have some stories. Then this painting...

Thinking of this, Zhang Deming's eyes began to flicker, but he didn't gain anything for a long time.

Although he is not reconciled, he also knows that even if there is any mystery in this painting, he cannot see it now. But... it doesn't matter if you can't see through it, you can read it slowly!

While thinking, Zhang Deming took a step forward, intending to take down the picture of the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him.

"Little guy, I advise you not to move casually!"

Zhang Deming, who was just about to pick up the painting, froze in place, terrified in his heart. Before entering the yard, he made sure more than once that there was no one here.

After entering the room, he has been using his perception with all his strength, and he didn't feel the slightest trace of someone. Even now, Zhang Deming didn't feel that there was no one there.

But... if no one is there, how did the voice behind him come out?

Zhang Deming's whole body froze for a moment, and then he turned around slowly while his whole body tensed. Seeing this, he was even more surprised, even horrified.

In the center of the wall on the right side of the original room, at some point, a wide door appeared on the wall, and outside the door was the open-air balcony on the lake that Zhang Deming thought the layout was rather strange.

Now that this door has appeared, everything is not surprising, on the contrary, it is completely natural, as it should be.

At this moment, outside the room, on the edge of the terrace balcony like a ferry, an old man with white beard and hair is sitting there.

The old man turned sideways, leaning his back against a wooden stake on the edge of the balcony, one foot fell into the lake, and the other foot stood bent. There was also a fishing rod tail in the pocket, which seemed to be hanging down.

With such a kind expression on his face, the old man tilted his head and looked at Zhang Deming.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Deming felt a little stiff. Zhang Deming was very sure that the door and the old man were not there when he observed it just now.

Now it suddenly appeared, and he didn't even know when it appeared. And even if he saw it, it didn't seem to exist in his perception!

If it's just these things, Zhang Deming can barely maintain a little composure. He has seen a lot of old monsters, so he already has some knowledge.

It wouldn't be as cold as it is now, and the whole person dared not move. The whole body stood still like a sculpture, with a completely frightened expression.

The root cause of Zhang Deming's reaction, which can even be described as panic, is... Zhang Deming has seen the old man's face before, and he saw it in the photo.

It's not an ordinary photo, the kind with an extremely deep memory.

It was when he was looking for materials for the promotion of the five elements, when he was chased and killed by the charming fox demon soul of the Liuhe period, he broke into a strange place, and saw it when he experienced the Fengshen Festival and changed into a palace!