Looking at the big stone in front of him, Chen Weiming was a little surprised, wondering why the Nether Dao said that this was the song of the Qinglian Sword.

This stone is very big, like a small hill, with a height of about ten meters and a length of more than twenty meters. Facing this side of myself, it seems to have been cut over, quite flat. There are no magical powers on it, but only three poems are engraved.

The clouds think of clothes and flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is thick.

If it weren't for the presence of the group of jade, it would have met under the moon on the Yao platform.

A bright red dew condenses the fragrance, Wushan is heartbroken.

I would like to ask who is like the Han Palace, but poor Feiyan leans on her new makeup.

The famous flowers are so beautiful that the country is happy, and the king looks smiling.

Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, and the agarwood pavilion leans on the railings north.

Chen Weiming didn't understand poetry, but he also felt that the poem was written very well. After reading it twice, he asked in his heart: "Is this poem the trick of the Qinglian Sword Song?"

"Maybe" Ming Dao nodded: "Li Qinglian likes to recite poems every time she sets out her sword. She is very coquettish. If these three poems are really left behind, they may be as you said."

He stepped forward, walked slowly in front of the stone, and said softly: "It is said that Li Qinglian met the Tang Wang Pingshui at that time, and fell in love with him at first sight. Li Qinglian likes generous people, but the Tang Wang did not know his identity as a killer apprentice, but he just admired his infinite talent, so he forged a deep friendship."

"Yanyun Pavilion dislikes this kind of thing the most. He wants to kill this so-called friendship in the cradle, so he sent Li Qinglian to assassinate the King of Tang. Unfortunately, no one expected that Li Qinglian gave up the mission without hesitation, left the King of Tang's life, and was on the liquidation list himself."

"After that, Yanyun Pavilion sent a group of killers to take the lives of King Tang and Li Qinglian. Unfortunately, they all came and went without a return. There was no killer of the same generation who could survive under the Qinglian Sword Song. Many old killers thought that Li Qinglian would stay in Tang for the rest of their lives, but they did not expect that he would eventually participate in the final trial in that way."

"Before leaving, he left three styles of Qinglian sword songs, hoping that they would be useful to the King of Tang. Unfortunately, his swordsmanship is so mysterious. Over the years, no one can understand it even in Yanyun Pavilion."

He stopped, looked at Shi Tou and sighed: "It seems that I am also a fool, and I can't understand anything."

It is not necessary to comprehend the supernatural powers. Being able to comprehend some of his practice experiences from the traces of his predecessors will definitely be useful, especially legendary figures like Li Qinglian. Unfortunately, he didn't know where to start with this big stone.

This big stone is now a matter of Tang Dynasty. Although it is not prohibited from viewing, no one is allowed to approach it easily. Without wanting to alarm the snake, Chen Weiming also watched it ten meters away.

After a while, my heart moved and I said softly: "I saw that these three poems were not carved with carving knives, but seemed to be using sword energy."

"That's natural." Ming Dao nodded: "Li Qinglian is not a stonemason, how could he use a carving knife? According to me, these three poems should have been aroused by the moment when they were engraved with sword energy. Unfortunately, Li Qinglian was not very strong back then. In addition, ten thousand years have passed, and the sword energy contained in it has long disappeared and I can't see anything."

Chen Weiming shook his head and wondered: "Since he was not very strong back then, why did Yanyun Pavilion pay so much attention to the sword moves he left?"

Ming Dao also shook his head: "I haven't seen it before, how do you know."

The two of them looked into the distance for a long time. Chen Weiming suddenly saw that there was no small hole on the ground in front of the stone. Although it was not very deep, it was very large. When you looked closely, you felt a sense of bumpy pits. For a moment, he asked curiously: "Do you know what the small hole on the ground is?"

"Footprints" Ming Dao said: "Li Qinglian left these three sword techniques to help Tang Kingdom back then, so she can be said to be very attentive. The mysterious skill is used to operate the whole body, every sword and every step is required to leave marks. Although the top-quality granite is chosen here, after so many years of wind and rain, the footprints have only left these small holes."

The footprints made Chen Weiming feel moved and his mood was stirred for a moment. His own eyes to break the delusion and retain the truth are the most suitable for seeing this kind of trajectory. The three poems are the trajectory of sword marks and the small holes are the trajectory of footwork. Maybe you can try it yourself.

But he was not willing to do it in front of Ming Dao. He suppressed his heart and nodded without changing his expression.

They looked in front of the stone for a long time and gained nothing. They saw that it was getting late, so the two of them left.

When they returned to the gathering place, the other four people also came back one by one. After asking carefully, they found nothing as Ming Dao expected. They only knew that Li Zuo had not come out of the palace, so few people dared to go to the palace to catch up with the snake easily.

After a brief exchange, there was no better way. After a brief rest, the few people returned to the city by taking advantage of the night.

As one of the largest countries in the West Sea Continent, the capital of Tang was naturally prosperous, far better than other places. Even at this night, it was still brightly lit and crowded.

Walking on the bustling street and looking at the crowd around, Chen Weiming suddenly felt a little out of this world. After so many years, he either fought for his life or was on the road to fight for his life. Even when he was carrying out a mission, he was hiding in the dark and peeping and calculating. It was probably the first time in his life to take a purposeless walk like now.

Looking at the flowers and green willows, looking at the childish children who laughed endlessly, there were even boys and girls who were used to living in the darkness after dusk. This sudden ease made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Not only him, but even Ming Dao sighed softly: "They who don't know what war is, is a sharp contrast to us who don't know what peace is."

Chen Weiming shook his head: "They live in a cage."

The West Sea Continent is a huge cage, and this feeling is getting deeper and deeper.

"The world is a cage." Ming Dao smiled and said softly: "There may be different things at night, and the possibility of being discovered is relatively low. Let's act separately. I'll go to the palace to see. You can try some important officials in the city to see if you can find out."

Chen Weiming nodded. He didn't know how to release the Nether Sword.

After the two simply made some secret codes and the place to meet, they acted separately.

After searching for a few official residences, I found no gains as before. After feeling that it was almost done, Chen Weiming headed towards the big stone.

He found a house closest to the stone and secretly knocked down the residents in the house. He calmed down and Chen Weiming activated the eyes of breaking the delusion and keeping the truth and looked towards the direction of the big stone.

In this mysterious eye, the wall no longer exists, only the basic energy and Taoist patterns.

The sword energy is no longer there, but the sword marks are still there. In the eyes of breaking the delusion and preserving the truth, the sword trajectory on the big stone is undoubtedly revealed.
Chapter completed!