Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Lu Wushuang poked her head out of the cave and waved when she saw the two of them coming up.

"Husband, cousin, come and see! It's so big in here, and it doesn't smell at all!"

Cheng Ying blushed deeply as she lowered her head to straighten the slightly disheveled hem of her clothes.

Her legs were still trembling, and even walking was difficult for her.

She didn't dare to look up at Lu Wushuang, but simply responded softly and walked into the cave while holding onto the stone wall.

Yang Guo paused half a step at the cave entrance and looked back at the valley below.

The mist at the bottom of the cliff had not yet dissipated, and the place where the snake king was coiled was obscured by the stone wall, making it difficult to see clearly.

However, traces of fallen vegetation remain in the valley, and slippery marks left by the snake's body are still visible on several rock surfaces.

This thing didn't go far.

Yang Guo withdrew his gaze, already understanding the situation.

Without external assistance, if the three of them forced their way out, they would inevitably have to deal with the long snake again.

The snake king is enormous with tough scales and has a significant advantage in the valley, so a direct confrontation would not be worthwhile.

Since the Divine Eagle led them here, there must be a backup plan inside the cave.

He didn't urge Cheng Ying, but simply pressed a few acupoints on her back.

Cheng Ying froze, nearly dodging.

Yang Guo glanced at her.

"Don't move."

"When you were climbing the cliff just now, your meridians were disrupted, and your blood and qi flowed out of order by half an inch."

"If you delay any longer, you'll be in so much pain that you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Cheng Ying bit her lip and whispered, "Brother Yang certainly knows how to find an explanation."

"If I really wanted to take advantage of you, would I need to come up with an explanation?"

Yang Guo's single sentence left her speechless.

Lu Wushuang, who was holding a tinderbox in front, couldn't help but turn her head to take a look when she heard the two arguing.

She noticed that Cheng Ying's clothes were somewhat disheveled and her face was still flushed, and her heart ached.

But she didn't want to ask too many questions, so she just held the fire tumbler even higher.

The interior of the cave is much more spacious than the exterior.

The stone walls were dry, and the ground was covered with a layer of fine sand that made a rustling sound when stepped on.

Several cracks appeared in the cave ceiling, through which sunlight leaked down, casting several grayish-white bands of light in the air.

The air didn't have the stench of the snake pit; instead, there was a faint, lingering scent of herbs, as if it had been buried for many years and hadn't yet dissipated.

The further Yang Guo went in, the more he felt that this place was somewhat unusual.

The spiritual energy inside the mountain is already scarce, but this cave can retain the medicinal energy for a long time.

There are several marks on the stone wall that have been polished by humans. The lines are not deep, but they happen to avoid the wind.

If the medicinal herbs are placed here, they will not get damp, nor will the mountain winds dissipate their medicinal properties.

When Dugu Qiubai lived here, it was probably not just to escape the world.

The cave itself is an excellent place to cultivate one's inner energy.

Lu Wushuang quickly ran to a stone chamber and excitedly called out, "Husband, there's a stone table, stone benches, and a stone bed here!"

"The eagle's owner must have lived here before!"

Yang Guo walked over and looked around.

The stone bed was small, covered with a thick layer of dry grass. The grass leaves had long since turned yellow, but there was no sign of mold or rot.

Several stone bowls were placed on the stone table. The rims of the bowls were rough, but the inner walls were polished to a shine.

In the corner, there was a flat stone slab with several shallow sword marks on it.

He reached out and touched the sword marks.

The marks are very shallow, yet they are embedded very evenly in the stone.

The swordsman is not showing off his skills, but rather restraining his power.

The ability to control one's strength to this extent is true skill.

Yang Guo's heart stirred slightly.

The Chongyang Sword Technique emphasizes grandeur and magnificence, while the way of the heavy sword focuses on the word "thickness".

The two are light and heavy, open and closed. If they are to be used in parallel, the difficulty lies not in the moves, but in the ability to withstand the pressure of one's own energy.

He forcibly swallowed the sword intent a few days ago, relying entirely on the Nine Yin True Qi and the Qiankun Technique to suppress it. On the surface, it seemed to be fine, but it left behind huge troubles.

Today, during my fight with the Snake King, the wound on my back aggravated my meridians, and the two sword intents took the opportunity to start running rampant.

If these problems cannot be completely resolved, they will inevitably cause serious trouble at a critical moment sooner or later.

Seeing that he remained silent, Cheng Ying said, "This place must have been inhabited for many years."

"The stone bed is three feet away from the wind, and the hearth is located on the inside. When the cold air comes in at night, it will be blocked by the heat of the fire."

"This person's mind is truly meticulous."

Yang Guo glanced at her.

"Peach Blossom Island teaches a rather diverse range of things."

Cheng Ying replied subconsciously, "My master said that when traveling the martial world, formations and terrain are just as important as martial arts skills."

"Some masters die in the wilderness, not because they lost to the enemy, but because they lost to their own carelessness."

As soon as she spoke, she realized that her tone was a bit stiff, and she lowered her head.

Yang Guo didn't mind, he just nodded.

"What Huang Yaoshi said makes sense."

"From now on, use it less to scheme against me and more to save your life."

Cheng Ying remained silent.

The Divine Eagle had already passed the group and reached the innermost stone wall.

It lowered its head, scratched around with its claws a few times, and swept away the stones and sand on the ground, revealing a slightly darker-colored stone slab.

Yang Guo narrowed his eyes.

The stone slab fit perfectly with its surroundings, making it extremely difficult for outsiders to spot unless the Divine Eagle intervened.

A gray mud was applied to the cracks in the rocks, and although it has been there for a long time, it still perfectly covers the traces.

The divine eagle let out two low cries and pecked at a protrusion at the bottom of the stone wall with its iron beak.

Click!

After a soft sound, the stone loosened and tilted outward, revealing a square hidden compartment.

Lu Wushuang's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "This giant bird can even operate mechanisms?"

Yang Guo touched his chin.

"Girls, stop talking like birds all the time. Be more polite."

"Call it Big Eagle."

The Divine Eagle glanced at him sideways and let out a low gurgling sound in its throat, as if in response.

Then, it stuck its head into the hidden compartment, picked up a black wooden box, walked to Yang Guo, and gently placed the box down.

It didn't rush to leave. It tapped the lid of the box with the tip of its claws before turning back to the stone bed, folding its wings and sitting down.

The meaning is very clear.

I've given you the item; whether you can use it or not depends on your own fate.

Yang Guo squatted down and picked up the wooden box.

The box feels slightly cool to the touch, with fine wood grain and a bluish sheen in its blackness, unlike ordinary wood.

The box has no brass nails or clasps on its corners; it is assembled entirely by mortise and tenon joints. Despite the passage of many years, it has not deformed in the slightest.

He didn't rush to open it, but instead looked at the box carefully from all angles.

When opening relics left by predecessors in the martial arts world, the most taboo thing is to be "fast".

Some of the older generation had eccentric temperaments; while leaving behind opportunities, they might also leave behind traps such as poison needles and hidden powders.

Especially for such reclusive masters, who are invincible in life, they may not be willing to let ordinary people easily take away their things after death.