It was said that Mount Wangwu was the place where the Yellow Emperor of the Xuanyuan family prayed to the heavens. It was also known as Mount Tiantan. The trees on the mountain were lush and winding, and the peaks were undulating. There were deep and quiet valleys and streams. There were waterfalls and springs that fell on the rocks, raising a faint fog. Looking from afar, they were like fairies with pipa covering their faces. The poetry was hazy and mysterious.
However, Han Ling, who was climbing the cliff with difficulty, was not here to enjoy some mesmerizing scenery. Even if the Seven Celestial Maidens were bathing in the pool below, he would not be Dong Yong because he was too high up…
Even though he had bought a bunch of climbing equipment and read all kinds of guides before he set off, he still felt a little guilty after climbing to the middle section. After all, a height of several hundred meters was no joke for an ordinary white-collar worker who went to work on time every day. At that time, he would be able to see the King of Hell, let alone the Seven Fairies.
" F * ck, they actually hid their family heirloom in such a place. Aren't they afraid of accidentally cutting off my Han family's incense?" As the altitude rose, Han Ling couldn't help but shiver as he continued to climb. The small strands of hair on his forehead fluttered in the mountain wind.
This so-called family heirloom was ridiculous. He had moved some time ago and accidentally found a genealogy in his old house. On the yellowed and even cracked paper, there were records of the family's inheritance, such as Han Yu…Han Qinhu (Li Jing's uncle), after generations of people, was somehow linked to one of the Seven Heroes of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and he was even a direct descendant of the King of Han. However, all of this did not mean much to Han Ling. His Qing Dynasty had already fallen, so why would he still look through these old almanacs? At most, he would be proud in his heart.
However, after that, a piece of news that caught his attention appeared. When he flipped to the last page of the genealogy, he saw that it wrote," Qin destroyed Han and sent troops to plunder the palace. Our ancestors fled in panic and hid the treasure in the Temple of Heaven in order to bless future generations. We will keep it as a family heirloom. We hope that future generations will remember to retrieve it."
Then, there was an extremely abstract ink stick figure, and something like "The treasure is hidden between the umbrella leaves…" In the blink of an eye, he came back to his senses. After making a long preparation, he had already run here.
"Order!" The pickaxe was firmly hooked to the top of the cliff, which was still relatively flat. Han Ling muttered in his heart. His slightly muscled arm gripped the pickaxe tightly, and his toes pressed against the protruding rock on the cliff. He used all his strength to finally flip his body to the top and lay on his back." Hu, hu, I'm finally here…"
He lay on the ground like a fan, panting. After resting for a while, Han Ling, who had gradually recovered some strength, slowly stood up on the ground. He looked forward and saw a shallow cave in front of him. He could walk to the end in a few steps. The top extended out like a canopy, shaped like umbrella leaves.
"The treasured weapon is hidden between the umbrella leaves…This is the place!" Han Ling's eyes lit up. He lifted his spirits and took off his gloves. He took out a small foldable shovel from his backpack.
According to the genealogy, he aimed at the center of the umbrella leaf and shoveled it." Sand, sand."
As the sand-like soil flew to both sides, a bronze box finally appeared in front of Han Ling.
With excitement, Han Ling took a deep breath and slowly placed his hand on the lid of the box. It was cold to the touch, but it did not affect the temperature in his heart. Finally, the green copper lid was opened with a creaking sound!
What appeared in front of him was…
" Jar, jar?!" Han Ling had expected all sorts of things to appear, but he did not expect such an unremarkable object. He could not help but stare blankly at the clay jar lying quietly in the box. It looked like a covered wine jar, but it was only the size of an adult's palm. Could it be that his ancestor had escaped in a hurry and casually copied something?
Looking at its size and style, it didn't look like a tool that could hold anything precious. It would be more like a pickled vegetable.
Curious about the contents of the jar, Han Ling still lifted the lid of the jar. As soon as he lifted it, a strange smell wafted out from inside. However, it was not really the smell of pickled products, but a kind of incense made of some kind of herb. It was very pleasant.
"Could this be the tribute incense from the Han Imperial Palace?”Han Ling, who was excited, was even more curious. He lifted the lid to the side and looked inside. The inside of the clay jar was dark, but he could roughly see something the size of a thumb in the light. It revealed an iron edge and was sliding back and forth as he picked up the clay jar and looked left and right. A strange fragrance completely spread out. However, why did the smell feel a little strange when he smelled it too much?
" Ssss!" A slight sound came from the umbrella-shaped rock wall in front of them, as if something was swimming on it.
A chill ran down Han Ling's spine and spread throughout his body. He quickly looked up and saw a mutated red snake with a body as red as fire hissing as it slithered down from the wall of the cave. Wherever it passed by, moss would grow and smoke would be emitted, leaving a charred mark.
"Damn it!" Han Ling shivered subconsciously, and his hair stood on end. He knew a lot about poisonous snakes in the world, and he had even seen some when he was traveling. But was there a need to make it so fantastical? How poisonous was it? (Red Training is slightly poisonous)
Looking at the approaching Huo Chi Lian, Han Ling's mouth was a little dry as he grabbed the bronze box with the earthen jar as a shield in front of him and carefully retreated. His heart was beating rapidly, and his forehead was gradually sweating. However, his brain was surprisingly calm as he kept thinking of countermeasures. This was perhaps the advantage that he had that made him different from the people around him.
But very quickly, his feet felt like they were floating in the air. Damn it, he had already retreated to the side!
Feeling the emptiness behind him, Han Ling cursed in his heart. At the same time, he noticed that the slithering Crimson Serpent seemed to have noticed the situation. It raised its sharp head and arched its body.
Han Ling's heart tightened. This was a signal that the snake was about to attack!
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