"Today, I went deep into a nameless cave in Mi Lian Valley. I didn't find any traces of Dark Feather Iron Ore, but I found a colorless transparent stone. It was very beautiful. I took two pieces as a souvenir!"
A short paragraph, less than a hundred words, but Yang Xuan who was leaning on the chair had already read it more than ten times. He had even taken apart every word to study.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan was ready to read this paragraph again. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on four words: Dark Feather Iron Ore!
In other words, this unknown senior of the Yang family went to Mi Lian Valley to find Dark Feather Iron Ore.
Dark Feather Iron Ore was a dark red iron ore. When smelted into weapons, it could prevent the weapons from rusting. It was not very common.
Yang Xuan flipped through the diary again.
"Sorting out the ores, I found two colorless transparent stones … … Taking them back for Feng 'er to play with … …"
Wait, Yang Xuan's heart suddenly moved. This diary had no beginning and no end. There was no indication of the owner's name, but there was a person's name: Feng 'er.
Yang Xuan pondered for a moment. Suddenly, he said, "Come!"
Yang Tie, who had been waiting outside the library, heard the sound and entered.
"Ask the fifth elder to come over."
When Yang Xiangru arrived, Yang Xuan directly threw the diary to him.
Yang Xiangru took the diary and flipped through it. His face showed a puzzled expression. "Supreme elder, this is … …?"
Yang Xuan directly said, "Do you know who the owner of this diary is?"
Yang Xiangru heard this and flipped through the diary again. Then he frowned. "It seems that this diary has a very long history. But it has no name. I don't know which senior of the Yang family it is."
Yang Xuan asked again, "How did it enter the library?"
Yang Xiangru shook his head. "The sources of the books in the library are very complicated. Many of them were brought back from who knows where by the previous generations of disciples. There is no way to investigate."
Yang Xuan suddenly realized that this was the shortcoming of a small family. Such an important library, yet the management was so messy.
Yang Xuan thought for a moment and said, "Take out the genealogy. Find all the disciples whose names have 'Feng' in them."
Yang Xiangru was puzzled. He didn't know why Yang Xuan was looking for someone with Feng in their name, but he didn't dare to ask. He nodded and left.
After Yang Xiangru left, Yang Xuan's spiritual will began to scan the library inch by inch.
Suddenly, his Divine Sense stopped at a corner.
It had to be said that the Yang Family's library was really too simple and crude. In terms of management, it was also very chaotic. Even mosquitoes, rats, and ants were not effectively cleaned up.
Yang Xuan scanned the area with his Divine Sense and saw a mouse hole in the corner. Inside the mouse hole, he could vaguely make out the remnants of a book.
When Yang Xuan took out the book that had been bitten into pieces, his eyes suddenly lit up.
It was exactly the same. It was a notebook, and the handwriting was exactly the same as the previous diary.
Yang Xuan suppressed the excitement in his heart and flipped through the pages one by one.
This notebook was more or less the same as the previous diary. Although it was a little broken, it was still possible to tell that it was still a travelogue.
One of the words caught Yang Xuan's attention:
"… Entered the cave, about a hundred feet underground … Lake … Underground … Pillars of unfathomable height … Below the abyss … A wonder of the world … Mark …"
The recording stopped abruptly here. It was unknown whether the latter part was completely missing or eaten by rats.
Yang Xuan was a little excited. Although this record was still very fragmented, he was already able to find some clues about it.
This ancestor entered a cave, then went several hundred feet underground and dived through an underground river. Only then did he arrive at a strange place that he called a wonder of the world. Most importantly ….
Yang Xuan's heartbeat quickened.
Mark!
This ancestor made a mark, a mark at the entrance.
Although he still didn't know whether this record was about the process of finding the spirit stone, it was still a clue.
The next day, Yang Xiangru came with a piece of news.
Among the several generations of disciples in the family, there was only one person with the name Feng. According to the time, it was more than a hundred years ago. His name was Yang Feng.
"Who's Yang Feng's father?" Yang Xuan asked.
"Yang Mie," Yang Xiangru said.
"Where is the current descendant of this line?"
Yang Xiangru's face showed a strange expression. "This is also the strangest part. This line has been cut off since Yang Feng's ancestor. No one knows where he is now."
Yang Xuan's face also showed a strange expression. In other words, the Yang Feng recorded in the family history had disappeared, and no one knew whether he was alive or dead.
The trail was cut off again!
Without finding the descendant of the Yang family, he had no way of knowing what Yang Mie's mark was.
Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
He thought of the box containing all kinds of ores in the family's treasury.
I wonder if that box is Yang Mie's legacy?
Yang Xuan had always been swift and decisive in his work.
Accompanied by Yang Xiangru, he saw the box as soon as he entered the treasury.
The next moment, Yang Xuan smiled.
A special mark was deeply engraved on the outside of the box.
Yang Xuan felt a little emotional. This was really a village where there was light at the end of the tunnel.
Just like the scroll, he put away the box.
The next day, a special guest came.
The Chen family's patriarch, Chen Mingxiu.
"Greetings, Grandmaster Yang." Chen Mingxiu saw Yang Xuan and knelt down.
At the same time, he sighed in his heart. He never thought that the Yang family would have such a true dragon.
All kinds of things that happened in Taiping City flashed through his mind one by one, making him sigh endlessly.
"Uncle Chen, you don't have to be so polite." Yang Xuan also sighed. He waved his hand slightly, and Chen Mingxiu couldn't help but stand up.
Yang Xuan thought of Chen Yinghuan. He was injured by Sun Zhan that day, and he wondered how he was doing now.
"How is Brother Yinghuan now?" Yang Xuan sighed.
Chen Mingxiu looked sad. "Grandmaster Yang, Yinghuan, he … Alas, since that failure, his body has had a lot of problems. He has lost all his cultivation, and he is decadent. Alas …"
Yang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He said directly, "Take me to see Brother Yinghuan."
When Yang Xuan saw Chen Yinghuan, he couldn't help but sigh. At this time, Chen Yinghuan was no longer as handsome as he was in Taiping City. His hair was messy, and his beard was unshaven. It seemed that he hadn't taken care of himself for a long time.
"Greetings, Grandmaster Yang!" Chen Yinghuan saw Yang Xuan, and there was no expression on his face at all. He looked like a living dead.
"Brother Yinghuan, you can't be like this." Yang Xuan helped him up.
Chen Yinghuan smiled bitterly. "I'm a cripple. I'll just waste the rest of my life."
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Who said you're a cripple?"
Chen Yinghuan and Chen Mingxiu were stunned. They didn't understand what Yang Xuan meant.
Then, Chen Yinghuan's expression changed.
He felt that there was an inexplicable warm energy in his body. Then, it began to repair his broken meridians.
A moment later, his Qi and blood were flowing smoothly.
"Grandmaster Yang …" Chen Yinghuan looked at Yang Xuan in disbelief.
Yang Xuan smiled. "Brother Yinghuan, I look forward to you coming to Beijing as soon as possible and becoming the new National Protector."
After he finished speaking, he had already disappeared.
"Yinghuan, you …" Chen Mingxiu still didn't know what had happened.
"Dad, my meridians have completely recovered." Chen Yinghuan's eyes flashed with tears. He slowly knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully in the direction where Yang Xuan had left.
At this moment, he became Yang Xuan's most devout supporter.
Chen Mingxiu was stunned. Then, he understood what had happened. He was so emotional that his eyes were filled with tears. He knelt on the ground and looked in the direction where Yang Xuan had left. He couldn't help but mutter, "Thank you, thank you!"
Yang Xuan didn't plan to stay any longer now that he had a clue. After returning to the Yang family and giving a few instructions to reorganize the disciples, he left.
Yang Xuan was very fast. In just a few days, he had returned to Qingxue Country.
When he landed in Qingxue City, he went straight to Qingxue Medicine Hall.
"I want to see Qing Shuang," Yang Xuan took out the Qingxue Consecrated Token that Qing Shuang had given him and said.
The shopkeeper didn't say anything. He bowed to Yang Xuan and turned to leave.
Qing Shuang came quickly. When she saw Yang Xuan, she smiled and said, "It's rare for you to take the initiative to look for me. What's the matter?"
Yang Xuan didn't talk nonsense with her. He said directly, "I want you to send someone to help me find a place in Qingxue Country, especially near Giant Spirit Mountain."
A strange expression appeared on Qing Shuang's face. She asked, "Where?"
Yang Xuan dipped his hand into the tea and drew a pattern on the table. "It should be a cave or an underground cave. There might be this mark …"
Yang Xuan didn't finish his words. He suddenly stopped and stared at Qing Shuang.
Qing Shuang's expression was very strange. It was as if she hadn't expected Yang Xuan to be able to draw this pattern.
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. After a long while, he said word by word, "You know this pattern?"
Qing Shuang didn't answer his question. Instead, her gaze fell on Yang Xuan's face. Her tone turned cold. "How did you know about this pattern?"
The air in the room almost froze, and the temperature suddenly dropped.
Yang Xuan took a deep breath and slowly stood up. The spirit energy in his body had already begun to stir.
"You know about this pattern?" Yang Xuan stared into Qing Shuang's eyes.
A crescent moon flickering with a metallic luster appeared from Qing Shuang's body. It kept circling around her, incomparably agile.
"I'll ask again. How did you know about this pattern?" The crescent moon was aimed at Yang Xuan. Qing Shuang's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, incomparably cold.
A golden crescent moon appeared beside Yang Xuan. The golden light was so dazzling that it made the two of them look like immortals.
At this moment, inexplicably, the two figures were somewhat similar.
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