"Why can't so many of us pull it out, but Chen'er can?" Although she was excited, Yang Ruoqing still had a hundred questions in her mind.

Although she knew that her son was outstanding, in this tomb, Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo were no less outstanding than Chen'er!

Luo Fengtang is a dignified general who protects the country and is the pillar of the country. In the words of the common people, the number one scholar is the reincarnation of Wenquxing, so a general like Luo Fengtang is the reincarnation of Wuquxing.

As for Zuo Junmo, he is a descendant of the Mo family. Both of them are extraordinary people, and they should both be qualified to draw swords.

Why did the general choose nine-year-old Chen'er?

"I know the reason!" Zuo Junmo, who was used to dealing with agencies, his mind was spinning the fastest.

"Look at the red earth at the sword tomb!" Zuo Junmo raised his hand and pointed to the place where the sword was buried.

Ganjiang broke out of the ground, and underneath was a piece of scarlet land, faintly smelling of blood, and you could even see something similar to veins.

"Those tendon-type things are the roots of the ghost willow, and these red colors may be blood." Zuo Junmo went on to explain to everyone.

"Because Chen'er was bound by the ghost willow, the essence and blood were absorbed by the ghost willow, and passed to the ground through the vine roots of the ghost willow, which naturally nourished the Ganjiang Sword!"

When Zuo Junmo said this, Luo Fengtang also understood instantly.

"Since ancient times, sacrificial swords, especially those with spirituality, have always used human blood, so it was Chen'er's blood that awakened Gan Jiang, so Gan Jiang recognized Chen'er as his master first!" Luo Fengtang said.

Zuo Junmo nodded and acquiesced to Luo Fengtang's words.

"Perhaps this place is not actually the prince's tomb, but the sword tomb, or perhaps this is not the sword tomb, but the prince's tomb of clothes!" Zuo Junmo said again.

"Look, in the mural, does the sword held by the prince only have a hilt and no sword body visible?" He asked again.

Everyone's attention returned to the mural, eh, don't mention it, it really is true!

Yang Ruoqing suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, "I suddenly remembered that I went to Hidden Sword Villa that year and heard this saying. Oh my god, Long Didong, I didn't expect that the ghost willow almost ate my Chen'er, but it also gave me Chen'er.

My son has brought such good luck. As the saying goes, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. It makes sense..."

Before he finished speaking, his feet suddenly started to move, causing the entire tomb to shake.

"There was an earthquake?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"No, the tomb is about to collapse!" Zuo Junmo said.

Chen'er said: "I must have pulled out the sword and triggered some mechanism. Do you want me to put the sword back?"

Yang Ruoqing tried her best to maintain the stability of her figure, while smiling at him and saying: "You silly boy, the sword has said that it will follow you, why are you letting it go? Once you get it, let's get out quickly!"

"Go this way!"

Luo Fengtang rushed to Yang Ruoqing's side like a gust of wind, grabbed her waist, grabbed Chen'er's hand and rushed out.

As powerful as lightning.

As soon as they walked out of the tomb door, they saw the pavilion behind them collapse with a crash and turned into ruins.

The cliffs on the ground shook, and rolling stones fell from above.

In the blink of an eye, the dark hole through which they had entered was blocked.

"Oops, I can't get out now!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Zuo Junmo and Chen'er were both trying to find other exits. Luo Fengtang looked around, and finally his heart sank, "Follow me!"

…

When the four people entered the Ziwei Cave, the sun had just risen from the east. When the four people climbed up from the bottom of the cliff, the cold mountain wind blew by. By this time, the sun had already set, leaving a few rays of sunset in the western sky.

Two late returning birds flew across the sky and neighed several times...

"Oh my God, the tomb is actually under the Two Fingers Peak? It's too hidden!" Yang Ruoqing got up, looked at the scenery around her, and couldn't help but marvel.

Although Chen'er's handsome face was covered with dust and dark, the exposed eyes were unusually bright.

"Mom, we stood on top and couldn't see the bottom of the two-finger peak before, but we didn't expect that we could actually climb up from the bottom. We are so powerful!" he said excitedly.

On this trip, he felt like he had gained a lot of knowledge!

Zuo Junmo also smiled and panted slightly: "This road was found by Feng Tang. It is the most difficult road to walk."

Yes, when the four of them climbed up, they encountered many strange snakes, insects, rats, and ants on the cliffs along the way.

With generals and Mo Xie around, there is nothing to fear in the way.

"When life is at stake, there is no distinction between a difficult path and an easy path, only a path of death and a path of survival." Luo Fengtang said solemnly.

Looking at the sunset in the west, he recalled the years of fighting, and the comrades and brothers around him changed one after another.

Some people use their own death to fulfill the lives of their brothers and comrades-in-arms!

Those people will be engraved in the hearts of living people forever.

When Luo Fengtang was distracted, a soft hand gently placed on his shoulder.

He raised his head and met Yang Ruoqing's gentle eyes.

The corners of Luo Fengtang's lips curved slightly, and he raised his hand to hold her hand tightly.

Seeing the scratches on the back of his hand, Yang Ruoqing's pupils shrank slightly.

It was left behind by him to protect her and Chen'er when they were climbing the cliff.

She could clearly feel at that time that if death came instantly, he would not hesitate to leave the hope of survival to her and Chen'er.

This is his protection for their mother and son.

In fact, she can do it too.

If someone had to sacrifice in order for others to escape, she would be willing to give up her own life as long as they survived.

But these are only the last resort. The most ideal thing, and the only way to strive for this ideal result is for everyone to come out alive together, just like now!

"Father, mother, Uncle Zuo, look what I brought out." Chen'er's voice interrupted Yang Ruoqing's thoughts, and also interrupted her and Luo Fengtang's gaze.

"What did you bring?" Zuo Junmo asked curiously.

Chen'er took out something similar to a bird's nest from his arms, about the size of an adult's fist, pink, and holding three things similar to bird eggs inside.

"When I was climbing the cliff earlier, I saw a snake trying to eat the eggs in the bird's nest. The mother bird fought with the snake and was bitten to death by the snake. I couldn't bear to eat the three eggs together.

They hid them together with their bird's nests," Chen'er said.

Zuo Junmo came over and looked at the bird's nest and eggs in Chen'er's hand.

"This is the egg of a swiftlet." Zuo Junmo said.
Chapter completed!