Chapter 269 White Sparrow

Han Li froze, and quickly turned around to look around.

Behind the scarlet letter, a row of small pale golden characters appeared faintly, with six characters written in golden seal characters:

"White Sparrow Valley, the real wheel."

Those six characters seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fuzzy golden light, making it impossible to see clearly.

After just looking at it for a while, Han Li felt his eyes were dry, and he rubbed his eyes hastily. When he looked again, he found that the back of the scarlet letter was clean, and there was no word.

His heart moved, and he quickly looked to the side, and saw that the people around him were staring at the stone wall intently, whispering a few words to each other from time to time, all of them looked normal, and obviously did not see the strange scene just now.

"White Sparrow Valley... what is this place?"

These three words kept echoing in Han Li's mind, but he still couldn't remember such a place in Torch Dragon Road.

Thoughts turned in Han Li's mind, and he tried different angles and methods, trying to see some clues from the big red characters on the stone wall again, but he didn't find anything unusual.

It seems that the six small pale gold characters just now were imagined out of thin air and did not exist at all.

But he knew in his heart that although it seemed like a glimpse, with his own eyesight, there was absolutely no possibility of making a mistake.

Just in this way, a fluke mentality naturally rose in his heart.

In any case, I have to find out in the so-called "White Sparrow Valley", otherwise I will never be reconciled.

Just where is this place?

After Han Li stood there for a long while, he walked to a corner on his own, and took out the area map of the Zhongming Mountain Range that he got when he entered the door. He put his consciousness into it, and searched carefully bit by bit.

As a result, this stop lasted for more than an hour.

Han Li opened his eyes and put away the map with a flick of his wrist, but the look of doubt on his face became more intense.

He went back and forth to scan almost all the place names on the map several times, and confirmed that there was nothing left, but he still couldn't find any place called "White Sparrow Valley".

"Could it be some unknown secret place in the sect?" Han Li's eyes flickered as he muttered to himself.

Thinking so in his heart, he walked to the stone wall again, stared at it for a while, and then turned and walked out of Taixuan Hall.

A moment later, his figure was suspended in the void outside the Taixuan Hall, with his hands behind his back, his green shirt fluttering, his face had a trace of thoughtful expression, and then the light from his body flew away in a certain direction .

...

That night. Inside the Cave Mansion on the top of Chixia Peak, inside a secret room.

An ancient blue lamp was lit on a vermilion-colored Eight Immortals table. Some kind of oil was burning in the lamp. There was no smoke, but wisps of fragrance.

The flame at the wick was extremely stable, without shaking at all, it seemed to be only the size of a thumb, but it illuminated the whole room as bright as day.

On the square table, several thick green leather ancient books were stacked in one corner, three or four jade slips were placed beside it, and another seven-foot-long yellow scroll was hung on the edge of the table, half rolled, Half dragged to the ground.

On the picture scroll, vivid green mountain peaks are depicted in Danqing pen and ink, with some small square characters marked on them, and the names of these peaks and mountains are written, but it is an exquisite picture of the situation of mountains and rivers.

Han Li was sitting behind the square table at the moment, holding a somewhat damaged and yellowed ancient book in his hand, flipping through it intently.

These jade slip books and picture scrolls are all landscape records of the Zhongming Mountains, which he just borrowed from Yulong Peak's "Nei Dian Pavilion" today.

Except for the few jade slips, these books and picture scrolls are all orphans, which could have been copied and purchased, but in order to consult the most original map records, he spent more expensive merit points than buying them. I don't know how many old original ancient books have been borrowed.

Han Li paid close attention to every detail, and carefully checked all the contents including written records and drawings, but until now, he has not found a valley named Baique.

Although there are a few places with names similar to it, most of them are places where it is impossible to be an important place of the sect at first sight.

The focus of his research is still concentrated on the black areas that he saw from the map of Moling mountains and rivers back then. Most of these places are some forbidden areas of the sect. Most of the maps are not marked, but there are many in some written records. mentioned.

After cross-comparison, he regrettably found that the White Sparrow Valley was still not mentioned.

At this moment, the "Guyun Jinglue" in his hand is already the last of all the classics.

In fact, this book is not a geographical map at all, but a landscape travelogue that records the scenery of the ancient cloud continent, and the person who wrote it seems to be just a frustrated monk with poor practice.

However, this book seems to have been written very early, and it can even be compared with the existence of Zhulongdao, so a layer of restraining magic circle is attached to the book.

Once the magic circle is removed, the pages of the book will immediately decay into smoke.

Han Li lightly picked up a page, flipped it backwards, his gaze moved up and down along the words recorded on it.

Suddenly, he frowned slightly, pulled the ancient book closer, stared at a paragraph of text, and began to examine it carefully.

"There is a valley in the west mountain, where white sparrows live in flocks. I heard a shepherd chasing the sparrows. When I enter the valley, I can't see the valley. I can only see the palace and jade pavilion surrounded by mist, the high platform stands hidden, and the Chang'e dances. The immortals drink to each other, and they don't know where they are..."

Han Li looked at this extremely brief travel note, and fell silent. In the second half of the story, the shepherd boy was beaten by the golden armored god man with a whip. After he suddenly woke up, he found that he was still standing in the valley, as if he was sleepwalking. .

The scene described in this travel note is quite common in the secular novels of ghosts and ghosts, and is often called a mirage, which is not a strange thing, but the flock of white sparrows mentioned in this one made him quite agitated. care.

In the process of browsing and searching before, I have seen some titles such as white warbler, snow pheasant, plain kite, etc., but I have never seen a white sparrow, and this is the first time I have seen it here.

After that, he continued to read this travel note carefully, and finally confirmed that among all the books, only this one clearly recorded the word Baique.

"Where is this West Mountain..." Han Li held the ancient book in one hand, tapped lightly on the table with the other, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, he suddenly stopped tapping, took all the basic blue leather ancient books beside the table, flipped through a certain page one by one, and spread them out on the table.

Han Li pointed to one of the pages and murmured: "Youxi Mountain is 7,257 feet high. The mountain is long and narrow. stone……"

"Xiquan Mountain is 8,931 feet high..."

"Jersey Peak, the mountain is six..."

...

The shadow of the moon sank to the west, and soon it was the middle of the night.

Han Li, who had been sitting behind the square table, stood up, stretched his waist, and gently closed the ancient books on the table. After tidying them up, they neatly stacked them on the corner of the table.

The only thing left open on the table was the volume map of mountains and rivers.

However, this picture is only spread out less than a foot, and the picture revealed on it is a mountain named Xilin Peak.

This peak is located in the west of the Zhongming Mountain Range. It is an ordinary mountain with no spiritual energy. Because there are no particularly rare spiritual products on it, it has been abandoned, and no elders and disciples have chosen to live on it.

Its west is close to the Puring Valley, and its east is far away from a side branch of the Zhongming Mountain Range, with a very wide half-moon-shaped valley sandwiched in the middle.

This mountain was the West Mountain that Han Li had selected after many comparisons.

He believed that the half-moon-shaped valley named Banque Valley was probably the White Sparrow Valley he was looking for.

Han Li stroked it lightly with his palm, and the flame of the ancient lamp on the Eight Immortals table flickered slightly and went out.

Above the wick, a wisp of white smoke rises curlingly, exuding a delicate fragrance that lasts for a long time.

Han Li went out of the house, closed the door, and walked straight to the front yard, but before he could walk out of the hall, he saw Meng Qianqian running quickly from the veranda.

"Elder Li, I'm coming out, I'm coming out..." She saw Han Li's figure before she got close and shouted hastily.

Hearing these words, Han Li frowned slightly, then raised his brows again, and a look of joy appeared on his face.

"Go, go and have a look."

As he said so, he stepped forward to meet him, and held Meng Qianqian's arm with his palm, and the two figures turned into a blue light, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the figures of the two appeared in a stone room in the cave.

In the stone room, the small spirit-gathering circle was still in operation, and there were cyan auras flickering in it.

A giant white egg stood in the center of the magic circle, constantly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth gathered by the magic circle, shaking slightly.

As a result, Han Li and the two watched the giant egg for a full quarter of an hour, but they didn't see the slightest sign of it breaking out of its shell.

"It was shaking very hard just now, and there was a knocking sound inside the eggshell from time to time. I thought it was about to hatch, so I hurried to inform the elder..." Meng Qianqian looked at the scene in front of her, and said a little embarrassed .

Han Li stared at the giant egg. After careful inspection, he found that there was a circle of very small cracks on the bottom of the eggshell. If you don't observe carefully, you can't see it at all.

"It has already hatched, but I didn't see the mother bird after it was born, so I was a little scared and hid back again." After a long while, Han Li shook his head and said.

After that, he thought for a while, turned his palm over, and a long, shining feather appeared in his palm, and handed it to Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian took the feather without knowing why, and stared at Han Li blankly.

"Go tell that little guy to come out." Han Li said with a smile.

Meng Qianqian nodded, blinked her long eyelashes a few times, walked up suspiciously, reached out and tapped lightly on the giant egg.

The dome still didn't respond at all.

After Meng Qianqian hesitated for a while, she lightly stroked the surface of the eggshell a few times with the feather in her hand.

As a result, this time, the dome seemed to sense something. It paused first, and then shook slightly, but the amplitude was much smaller than before.

Meng Qianqian's beautiful eyes lit up, while gently stroking the surface of the eggshell with the feather in her hand, at the same time stretched out a palm, and also gently stroked it.

Suddenly, the giant egg gradually stopped shaking, and just became so quiet and motionless.