After Zhao Yu and Nie Feng followed Meng for about half an hour, their eyes suddenly opened up.

What appeared in front of them was a very huge cave.

The cave is about twenty feet in size, and the ground is neatly laid with red bricks. Apart from being empty, there is nothing unusual about the construction of this cave.

But the most puzzling thing is that the cave is densely packed with sarcophagi.

These sarcophagi are all arranged in one direction.

Zhao Yu vaguely felt that these sarcophagi seemed to be worshiping toward the deepest place.

Although the lights inside the cave entrance were dim, Zhao Yu could still clearly see the deepest things at a glance.

In the deepest part of the cave is an iron pillar about five feet long and three feet thick!

This iron pillar is exactly the same as the iron pillar with the words "Martial Saint" engraved on it that stands outside Wushuang City.

The upper end of this iron pillar goes up through the top of the cave, and below it, it is submerged into a hidden passage underground. There is still a small gap between the iron pillar and the passage.

This gap is barely big enough for one person to pass through.

Seeing this scene in front of him, a bright light flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes.

Zhao Yu naturally knew where this passage would lead.

At the same time, Zhao Yu was keenly aware that Meng beside him seemed to have some mood swings.

"This is……"

Nie Feng looked at so many sarcophagi in front of him and was a little confused.

"This is the person who has been guarding the love of the city for generations, and he is also my ancestor."

Speaking of this, tears flashed in Meng's bright eyes.

"Miss Meng, if that's the case, then why are there no names engraved on these coffins?"

Nie Feng looked at An Xie's nameless sarcophagus and asked with some surprise.

Hearing this, Meng first glanced at Zhao Yu beside him, and then came one by one.

"Because, compared to the person buried in this cave, my ancestors felt that they were not worth mentioning. They believed that their names were of no importance at all, so they ordered future generations not to engrave their names on the sarcophagus..."

"Moreover, each coffin must be placed towards the place where the person is buried, to show their respect and guilt for that person..."

After hearing this, Nie Feng finally understood why these sarcophagi seemed to be kneeling towards the iron pillars in the middle.

Who is this person that all the ancestors of Ke Meng are ashamed of?

"Sir, we need to go down here..."

Meng walked up to Zhao Yu, pointed at the gap next to the iron pillar that could only allow one person to pass through, and said.

"Well, let's go."

Zhao Yu nodded, and then he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Nie Feng didn't talk much before. Why did he become such a mother-in-law after coming here?

Who knows how much Zhao Yu wants to strangle this guy to death!

What you want is right in front of you, but this guy has been staring at a few coffins and moaning.

"You get off first!"

Zhao Yu stretched out his hand to stop Meng who was about to jump off, then pointed at Nie Feng beside him and said.

Nie Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly and passed through the gap.

Meng on the side saw Zhao Yu's unreasonable and arrogant appearance, and for some reason his heart felt warm.

After Nie Feng jumped down, Zhao Yu and Meng followed closely behind.

The three of them went all the way down, and after descending about twenty feet, the three of them felt a bone-chilling chill.

Nie Feng was at the bottom and bore the brunt.

"There is such a cold place under Wushuang City..."

The further down he went, the more surprised and uncertain Nie Feng became.

After a while, Meng whispered to Zhao Yu in front of him: "Young Master, we are almost here, be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Feng, who was walking at the front, could only see the ground five feet below his feet.

If you look closely, there is actually a whole piece of ice as smooth as a mirror underneath.

The three of them landed on the ice smoothly and looked around. Surrounding them was a crystal clear ice cellar.

There is a one-foot-sized hole on one of the ice walls of the ice cellar.

Above the entrance of the cave, there are several lines of words engraved that made Zhao Yu's heart skip a beat.

The first four lines of small characters are probably an extremely lingering nonsense.

'There is no boat in the sea of ​​love, and it is impermanent. Love is deep for seven generations, and it stays with us from generation to generation...'

But what really made Zhao Yu's heart beat fast was the six characters engraved next to this silly sentence.

‘The Tomb of the Peerless Lady’!!

…

The three of them followed the entrance on the ice wall. After walking for a short time, their eyes suddenly opened up again.

As far as the eye can see, the cave is just like the ice cellar, with white ice and snow everywhere.

Only on top of the ice and snow were four completely transparent crystal screens erected.

These four crystal screens are like four walls, built to look like a house.

Zhao Yu and the other three saw a woman lying in this house...

A woman who made Zhao Yudu feel very amazing!

"Is this Mrs. Wushuang?"

Zhao Yu turned to look at Meng beside him and asked softly.

"Yes, this is Mrs. Wushuang. If it weren't for her, this Wushuang City wouldn't exist. She is also the one who derived love from that unique skill for seven lifetimes."

As he said this, a look of admiration from the bottom of his heart suddenly appeared in Meng's bright eyes.

Nie Feng was stunned, and then asked: "Since Wushuang City was founded because of this Wushuang Lady, then she must be the ancestor of Wushuang City?"

Hearing this, Meng nodded first, then shook his head.

"You can say this, but you can't say this. Wushuang City can only be built a hundred years ago, but Mrs. Wushuang was from more than a thousand years ago."

"What? People from a thousand years ago?"

Nie Feng looked at the lifelike Madam Wushuang on the screen in front of him in surprise, and said in surprise: "Then she..."

Zhao Yu, who had not spoken much, then gave an answer that shocked Nie Feng.

"If I'm not wrong, this Wushuang Lady is actually the Martial Saint's from a thousand years ago..."

"The original wife!"

"What?!"

Nie Feng was shocked. He never imagined that the beautiful woman in front of him would be the first wife of Wu Sheng Guan Gong.

In this world, whether they are wealthy nobles, traffickers, or warriors who lick blood from their swords in the rivers and lakes, they all respect the Martial Saint from thousands of years ago!

Meng on the side also looked shocked. She really couldn't understand how Zhao Yu knew all this.

"From the word 'Martial Saint' engraved on the iron pillar at the gate of Wushuang City, to the 'Yi Bo Yuntian' hanging in the inner hall of Miss Meng's courtyard, I read a lot about martial arts in Wushuang City.

Traces of the Saint..."

Zhao Yu looked at the surprised two people and explained in a calm tone. As for the truth, perhaps only Zhao Yu himself knew clearly.

Hearing Zhao Yu's explanation, a look of relief flashed across Meng's face.

Nie Feng on the side was even more impressed.

In this world, apart from the Zhao Yu in front of him, he has only seen one person as meticulous as Zhao Yu.
Chapter completed!