After about two hours, Liu Xiaolu absorbed the last trace of spiritual power in his meridians into his dantian. Feeling the full spiritual power in his dantian, he stood up and walked towards the entrance of the Wind Sand Valley with peace of mind.

Although Fengsha Valley occupies a large area, it is still much smaller than the boundless bamboo forest on the periphery.

Liu Xiaolu dragged his two tattered shoes and walked slowly. Apart from the whistling wind, he couldn't hear any other movement along the way.

After walking for another hour or so, Liu Xiaolu finally walked out of the Sand Wind Valley.

Unexpectedly, the hinterland of Fengsha Valley is so vast, and the entrance is actually quite narrow. Only a bluestone path more than ten feet wide is exposed between two huge stone walls.

One side of the two stone walls says "Ice and Fire Fantasy Heart Valley" and the other side says "Those who trespass will die".

Seeing this scene, Liu Xiaolu was not only a little confused. Although this windy sand valley was a bit weird and would give people nightmares, but other than that, there didn't seem to be anything particularly dangerous, right?

There is nothing inside except for the sky full of yellow sand, and there are no monsters or monsters. How can it kill people?

However, the unnamed group of golden-winged beetles that day had gone somewhere, so it was best not to let her hit them again.

After all, in Liu Xiaolu's opinion, the golden beetle is the most dangerous existence she has encountered in the secret realm so far.

Walking a few steps further along the bluestone path, the road gradually opens up on both sides, and there are even many green bamboo houses built along the road.

The Bishui Cave Heaven has been opened many times in the past few hundred years. Presumably, even if there are any treasures in these houses, they must have been looted.

Although he was thinking this, Liu Xiaolu still carefully set up the spiritual shield and searched each house carefully.

The layouts of these more than ten green bamboo houses are similar. Although they are all dusty and dilapidated, some traces of the original owners' lives can be seen.

The quiet room with futons on the left should be used for daily practice. The slightly larger main room in the middle with coffee tables, tables and chairs should be used for entertaining guests, and the room with beds on the other side should be the place where the owners rest. .

Liu Xiaolu checked each room and found that the seniors who had come earlier had searched very cleanly.

The cabinets in each room were empty, and the incense burners and tea sets placed on the tables were no longer needed. Even the futons, pillows and bedding placed in several rooms were missing.

Entering the bedroom in the last bamboo house, Liu Xiaolu raised his eyes and scanned it with interest. Sure enough, he could see everything in the small room, even the towel basin on the washstand was missing.

Liu Xiaolu sighed and was about to exit the door, but as soon as he raised his feet, he stopped thoughtfully.

Obviously these bamboo huts appear to be of average size from the outside, but why does the bedroom in this bamboo hut look so cramped?

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaolu suddenly became energetic, stared at a pair of dark round eyes, and ran back to the house briskly.

A small, dusty figure lay on the four walls of the bedroom and knocked on it. Then he leaned over and listened carefully with his ears, but he couldn't hear any difference.

It stands to reason that if there is a mezzanine or a dark room, the sound produced by tapping the wall should be different.

Liu Xiaolu frowned and drew a green bamboo flying sword from his sleeve.

Since we can't find it out, we might as well dismantle it all!

But I never thought that the Green Bamboo Flying Sword clanged against the bedroom wall for a long time, leaving only a few shallow white marks.

The green bamboo used to build these bamboo houses seems to have been specially treated with some secret method. It is almost as strong as an ordinary medium-grade magic weapon, and it cannot be demolished for a while.

The wall was not demolished, but a lot of dust was raised. Liu Xiaolu waved his sleeves with a dark face, brushing away the flying ash in front of him, and paced back and forth in the room with some distress.

Just when she was clueless and at a loss, the bare washstand next to the bed suddenly attracted Liu Xiaolu's attention.

The washstand made of green bamboo looks a bit rough, and there is a dressing table with a bronze mirror embedded next to the shelf.

There seems to be no similar furnishings in the first houses. It seems that the original owner of this house should have been a female monk.

Liu Xiaolu took a few steps forward and searched carefully. There was no makeup or jewelry left on the dressing table, and even the drawers were empty.

Hitting the wall one after another, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but feel a little irritated. He threw away his hand and pushed the empty drawer in, making a loud clang sound.

Unexpectedly, with this push, the drawer was dented a lot.

As soon as Liu Xiaolu's face showed a look of surprise, there was a crunching sound in his ears.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the green bamboo wall behind him had split into two without warning, and slowly pushed to both sides, revealing a small, dark space.

Liu Xiaolu cautiously put his head in and took a look. He felt that there seemed to be no danger, so he walked in confidently and boldly.

The most conspicuous place in the small cubicle is a large carved wardrobe. On the left and right sides are a huge life-size bronze mirror and a three-layer storage shelf as tall as a person.

Opening the double doors of the carved wardrobe, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I saw that the large cupboard was filled with a dazzling array of dresses of various colors, with at least twenty sets of various styles.

What surprised her even more was that these beautiful clothes were all middle-grade magic weapons!

Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but swallowed. After this trip, aside from other things, this cabinet of robes alone was worth hundreds of spiritual stones.

Reluctantly looking away from the wardrobe, Liu Xiaolu walked to the tall cabinet on the right and checked it out.

On the first floor of the cabinet is a row of jade slips, densely packed with dozens of them.

Liu Xiaolu enthusiastically picked up a jade slip and put it on his forehead, but found that what was recorded in it were just some ordinary mortal stories, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Although she didn't have high expectations for the contents of these jade slips, in line with the principle that she would rather kill the wrong ones than let them go, she still read through them one by one patiently.

When he turned to the twenty-ninth jade slip out of boredom, Liu Xiaolu's eyes finally lit up.

Found something good!

What was recorded on this inconspicuous jade slip turned out to be a foundation-building technique called Qingyuan Jue. There was even a set of intermediate spells called Qingyuan Sword Jue recorded in the second half of the technique.

Liu Xiaolu carefully took the jade slip into his arms and spent half a stick of incense before looking at all the remaining ten jade slips.

What made her feel a little confused was that, except for a small part of these jade slips that recorded some old-fashioned mortal language books, most of the rest of the jade slips actually recorded various stories about a man named Mu Feng.

Trivial gossip about the monks.

Master Mu Feng? Could it be that he is the owner of this cave?

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Chapter completed!