Although Wan Ling'er is a cultivator, she is a girl after all, and she is usually cared for by her parents as a pearl in her palm. When she encounters an accident, she immediately panics.

"Don't worry. How long has it been?" Seeing Wan Ling'er crying, Zhao Yuan could only comfort him. Moreover, he could not blame Wan Ling'er, because the avalanche was not caused by Wan Ling'er, but caused by the lightning that had been gloomy, and it had nothing to do with Wan Ling'er for half a cent.

"It's only been ten minutes."

"Well, it's still early. You helped me take out the bag and press it under me. Be careful, there is a rope put on my hand."

"Um."

"You look for it, there are ropes, jerky meat, candles, flints in it."

"I found it, and the candles are deformed."

"It doesn't affect the burning, you light the candle."

"Um."

With a few "wipe..." sounds, flint lit the candle, and a faint candlelight lit up in the cave.

This is a huge cave. They are under the wall of the cave on one side and on the other side, filled with snow. There are some broken stones on the ground.

Depending on the situation, it should be that the avalanche hit the mountain wall. The mountain wall absorbed huge energy and was knocked away. Then, the snow poured into the cave with the gravel, and he and Wan Ling'er were also rolled in. Of course, fortunately, they would be buried under the countless thousands of tons of snow, and there would be no reason to survive.

"There is too much snow outside, so we can't dig it out at all. We can only find an exit in the cave. There is no turbid air in the cave, and the candles are swaying to the side, which means the cave is well ventilated, and maybe there is an exit to the outside."

Zhao Yuan struggled to stand up, endured the severe pain all over his body, and held the cave wall and walked into the cave.

"Zhao Yuan, do you think this is the legendary place for cultivators to cultivate their true nature?" Wan Ling'er held Zhao Yuan and had a sudden idea.

"Maybe." Zhao Yuan's clothes were frozen and trembling with cold. He was in the mood to think about other things and replied absent-mindedly.

Compared with Zhao Yuan, Wan Ling'er is much better. After all, she is a cultivator. Even if her spiritual energy is weak, there is no problem in protecting her body. Moreover, her clothes have already been steamed with spiritual energy.

"Zhao Yuan, if it is really a secret room for cultivators, you are not allowed to compete with me for treasure!" Wan Ling'er's originally depressed mood suddenly became excited.

"Um."

"Forget it, I won't just do it alone. Let's do this. I'll give it priority. Then what if you choose?" Wan Ling'er felt something was wrong and immediately added.

"Okay..." Zhao Yuan had been wandering for hundreds of days, and he didn't know how many caves he had lived in, so he naturally would not think that a casual cave would be the ruins of a cultivator.

When the two of them held candles and turned a corner, Zhao Yuan was shaking from the cold. In front of him, there was a high platform, and above it, there was a square room, which was completely made of wood. However, because of the years, most of the wood had been decayed, the doors, windows and doors had collapsed, leaving only the precarious beams supporting the house without collapse.

The secret room of the cultivator!

The stunned Zhao Yuan did not expect that Wan Ling'er would guess. Of course, Zhao Yuan did not know that the legend of cultivators in Xiaoyang Mountain had existed for hundreds of years, and Wan Ling'er was not a guess that was made out of nothing.

"Haha, I really found it. I have been looking for it for five years, five years..." Wan Ling'er was stunned and immediately, she laughed out loud.

The two of them climbed up the platform carefully.

The platform is extremely smooth, like a mirror surface, like a huge piece of polished jade.

"Wow... turquoise stone, haha, I've made a fortune, I've made a fortune, this is a stone with spiritual energy... Such a big piece, I'm going to become an immortal, a fairy... haha..." After Wan Ling'er climbed onto the platform, she actually sat on the ground and meditated.

In just a few seconds, Wan Ling'er opened her eyes with a look of disappointment.

"This turquoise stone has no spiritual energy anymore. Alas, we're late." Wan Ling'er touched the smooth ground with a sad look on her face.

"It's not too late to come?" Zhao Yuan asked.

"Ah...this...it's probably going to take hundreds of years..." Wan Ling'er was stunned.

"Then you're late, go in and take a look first. I'll take some wood and burn the fire." At this time, Zhao Yuan's body temperature was dropping sharply. If he didn't dry the frozen clothes, he might lose temperature and die.

"Yeah." Wan Ling'er was afraid that Zhao Yuan and him would snatch the treasure. He was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, and raised the candle and rushed into the wooden house.

"Ah..." Wan Ling'er, who had just rushed in, screamed and ran out again.

"What?" Zhao Yuan's muscles suddenly tense up, and his eyes were staring at the door of the wooden house, as if facing a great enemy.

"Inside...inside...there are...skeletons..."

Wan Ling'er hugged Zhao Yuan's arm tightly, and her body shivered.

"What are you afraid of when you die?"

"But...but...I'm afraid...it's better...you go in with me..."

"Okay, but we have to burn a fire in the room first."

"Why?" Wan Ling'er looked confused.

"If I don't burn the fire, I'll be frozen to death soon." Zhao Yuan touched his clothes and they were already frozen.

"Ah... why didn't you say it earlier?" Wan Ling'er looked up and down on Zhao Yuan's body. It was not until this time that he realized that Zhao Yuan's body was wet and frozen.

"..." Zhao Yuan smiled bitterly, and he was speechless at this woman who knew it later.

"Help me hold the candle, don't move." Wan Ling'er walked to Zhao Yuan, closed her eyes slightly, and pressed her hands on Zhao Yuan's heart. Then, two faint spiritual energy came out from her palms and turned into a warm current. The warm current was like countless streams, flowing across Zhao Yuan's limbs and bones.

With the help of that warm current, Zhao Yuan's body temperature gradually recovered.

Zhao Yuan's nerves, whose body temperature has recovered, suddenly became extremely sharp in an instant. He felt Wan Ling'er's palms pressing against his chest, felt Wan Ling'er's breath, and even, he could feel the body fragrance emitted from Wan Ling'er's body.

Subconsciously, Zhao Yuan opened his eyes.

In front of him was a face that was so delicate that it was without any flaws. Under the reflection of the fire, the appearance was as crystal clear as jade, as the crescent moon was dizzy, as if the snow was piled up in flowers and trees, with a gorgeous and elegant shape, quiet and relaxed, tender and graceful in language, and beautiful in the moment of tenderness and grace.

Zhao Yuan looked at Wan Ling'er and was completely confused.

Time and space seemed to solidify at this moment.

Slowly, slowly, the jade face without any flaws became more and more flushing.

Wan Ling'er's breathing also became rapid.

On Wan Ling'er's face, a dense layer of crystal beads of sweat appeared, and her originally flushed face turned pale.

"Are you better?" Wan Ling'er suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Yuan.

"Ah... it's getting better." Zhao Yuan woke up in shock.

"Oh my God... I'm so tired." Wan Ling'er, who was sweating profusely, sat on the ground again, gasping for breath.

"Thanks."

"Don't just compete with me for my baby later." Wan Ling'er snorted coldly.

"Let's go in together."

"Uh-huh."

Wan Ling'er turned over and jumped up, hugging Zhao Yuan's arm tightly. Feeling Wan Ling'er's soft body tightly against him, Zhao Yuan felt a strange feeling.

In fact, Zhao Yuan did not like this feeling. He has always restrained all his desires, including women.

He has no way to protect his woman, and women will only become his burden, just as he cannot protect the meaningful mink cloak.

After the two entered the door, Zhao Yuan suggested lighting a fire first, so that he could not only see the environment of the wooden house clearly, but also beware of traps.

The wooden house was filled with decaying boards, and the two of them quickly collected a pile of firewood and lit it.

The blazing fire illuminated the wooden house very brightly.

In the center of the wooden house, which is under the main wall of the hall of the wooden house, there is a skeleton sitting cross-legged. It may be that it has been too long. Although the skeleton is leaning against the wall, it still collapses. The skull is supported obliquely on the shoulders, which looks extremely strange.

There are three rooms, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a lot of bookshelf in the hall. However, the books on the bookshelf are completely decayed, and they immediately turn into ashes with just touching them with your hands.

The owner of the house looks extremely hard, some daily necessities are shoddy and have no quality at all, and the decorations in the wooden house are also extremely simple, which is completely different from the imagined treasures of cultivators. There are no valuable handicrafts at all, let alone magic weapons for cultivators.
Chapter completed!