In the bustling city of Xi'an, the lights are bright, even if it is night, there are still people coming and going on the street, and there are endless crowds of people, each of whom has their own purpose, they are either for their livelihood, or for their ideals and beliefs.

In the Yanta District of Xi'an City, there is a hidden old house. The old house exists for endless years, revealing a sense of vicissitudes, there are two stone lions placed at the gate of the old house, behind the stone lion is a long three-level stone staircase, on the stone steps, the front is the simple and heavy solid wood gate, there is a plaque hanging above, which is engraved: the word 'Liu family'.

From the outside, you may only think that this house is just a building like a Kyoto courtyard house, but when you enter the inside, you will find that there is a different world in this courtyard, with intricate roads and compactly arranged ancient buildings, like the mansions of ancient families.

In the middle of a three-story attic, an old man with gray temples was sitting on the railing looking at the night scene in the distance.

The old man was wearing a thin white coat, the whole person was skinny, standing in the cold wind of the night, with his back to the juniors of the Liu family behind him, and said: "Zijiang, do you know what the purpose of our Xi'an Liu family is for?"

Liu Jiang knelt behind the old man, a little at a loss, the grandfather has not seen us for a long time, this time I returned to Xi'an from northern Yunnan not long ago, and was called by the grandfather, could it be that in this world, something happened to the Liu family.

"Guarding what should be guarded," Liu Jiang replied. “

The old man turned and walked down the attic, and the wooden staircase made a crisp sound when he stepped up.

Liu Jiang followed behind the old man and asked, "Master, where are we going?"

"Go underground. “

The roof of the three-story attic is built with an ancient spire, and on the corners of the four glazed tiles, stands a man of extraordinary magnificence.

"Big brother, the old man really took Zijiang underground. “

"He has his own plans, and we take care of what follows. “

......

The flat floor of the attic is a study with many bookshelves neatly arranged.

The old man walked back and forth a few times inside and stopped, next to an inconspicuous bookshelf.

He raised his right hand and carved a blue light talisman in mid-air, Liu Jiang glanced at the spell, the engraving in the light talisman was very complicated, and it could not be learned by looking at it a few times.

The spell hung in the air with a faint blue glow, when a sudden thunderclap sounded outside, as if it was going to rain.

The spell flew into the bookshelf, and a blue formation immediately appeared at the feet of the old man and Liu Jiang.

The old man smiled and said, "This is the formation that enters below, don't be surprised." “

Thunder was mixed with bursts of lightning outside, and the old man looked at Liu Jiang with a rare kind gaze.

The formation under the feet of the two flashed, and they immediately disappeared in place.

Under the attic, it looks like an underground museum, with white walls, large white tiles, and white lights.

Objects that resemble antiquities, including swords, knives, brushes, spears, and ...... They are all sealed in white glass, as if they are being exhibited, but these glasses have intricately carved formations on them. Liu Jiang guessed that these must be objects left behind by ancient cultivators.

The old man pointed to these objects and said, "You have seen them all, there are hundreds of weapons used by cultivators in ancient times down here. Some of them have lost their aura and become mortal objects, some are utensils used by normal practitioners, and some are evil things, and if these things are allowed to appear in the world, they will definitely cause great chaos. “

Liu Jiang asked curiously, "How are these weapons collected?"

The old man smiled and returned: "When the infrastructure was built, it was dug out of the soil. They can't handle these things, so they have to leave them to us. “

The old man sighed, his eyes were a little cloudy, and said: "Before the world changed the sky, there was that kind of demon, this person did not follow the right path, specialized in the evil way, and finally walked to the end of the path, and the great sages at that time sighed and said, 'With this one person, the world can be destroyed'." Later, this man fell into the devil's way, became murderous, slaughtered several cities with one person, and several sages died at his hands.

After this slaughter, several living sages united with the top forces of the human race at that time to encircle and suppress the demon.

According to ancient texts, many famous mountains and rivers were shattered in that battle, and the sages almost died at that time, but the demon always fled the continent, leaving only one of his own magic weapons. “

"Is that the ghost flute?"

The old man nodded and said, "The old man really can't imagine what kind of realm he has reached. At that time, whether the people surrounded and suppressed this person because they were afraid of his power, or was it really as described in the ancient books, this person had gone mad and had a thirst for killing. “

The old man paused, as if relieved from the story described in this ancient book, smiled and said, "What we want the Liu family to protect is this ghost flute and this Xi'an City." ”

Liu Jiang nodded, his eyes were firm, since he was a child, he understood that the mission of the Liu family was to protect these ancient things.

The old man turned to look at Liu Jiang, and said in a trembling voice: "Zijiang, tell you so much, I just want you to understand, Master, people have different fates since they were born, although our Liu family is different from ordinary people, but I hope you can live for yourself, even if it is only for a moment." I don't want to see what happened to your father happen to you again. “

Liu Jiang nodded and returned: "I know everything." ”

Back on the ground, it was already pouring rain. The rain streamed down the tiles and made a louder noise.

Liu Jian, a middle-aged man, leaned against a log pillar next to the door, wearing a black robe, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and his temperament was cold, staring at the rain falling from the sky.

Liu Jiang walked out of the attic and saw Liu Jian standing at the door, so he stepped forward and asked, "Third uncle, why are you here?"

Liu Jian glanced back at Liu Jiang and returned: "Guard the attic." ”

Liu Jiang asked, "Then when do you have to keep it?"

At this time, a figure in the rain gradually leaned over, and came to a man with eyes in a brown suit, this person actually had a little bit of grace between his eyebrows, this person was Liu Jiang's fourth uncle: Liu Wangtian.

Seeing the two of them, Liu Wutian smiled heartily: "Third brother, I'm here to change shifts." ”

Liu Jian returned: "Okay." ”

Liu Wutian put away the big black umbrella, put it aside from the pillar, smiled at Liu Jiang, and said, "Your third uncle has a cold temperament, Zijiang, you know." ”

"I don't think he's like that. ”

Liu Wutian touched his forehead, with a sad look on his face, and said, "Originally, your third uncle was not like this. But people always become. It was three years ago, when a batch of cultural relics were unearthed in Longxi, there is a painting in it, this painting must have been seen below, it was made by a Yaxian in ancient times, and the road patterns contained in it are very dangerous, if they fall into the hands of people with bad intentions, it will inevitably cause a disaster.

At that time, the forces in the area of Longxi had been encircled and suppressed, and we were the closest forces to the excavation site. So your grandfather immediately arranged for your third uncle to go and retrieve the painting. “

Liu Jiang asked curiously: "What happened to the result? Why did the third uncle become like this?" ”

Liu Wutian shook his head and returned with some regret: "What happened there at that time, no one except your grandfather and third uncle knew about it. ”

"Why, did the Liu family only send the third uncle alone?"

Liu Wutian habitually pushed his eyes with his hand, I'm afraid this is the reason. He said, "Of course, it's not just your third uncle, but here's the strange point. The painting was retrieved, but everyone present at the time, except for your third uncle, all died in the tomb, and the indifferent deceased also included ordinary people involved in archaeology. Your third uncle rushed back to Liu's house with the Tengyun Fu at that time, he was covered in blood, and when he fell from mid-air, he was almost indistinguishable from a dead man.

Later, after your third uncle got better, the grandfather talked with him for three hours. The master ordered that the Liu family should not talk about this matter, except for a few people who took care of your third uncle at that time, no one else knew about this incident. This has also become a secret that only your grandfather and third uncle know the truth. Since then, the third brother has become the cold third brother. “

Liu Jiang was a little puzzled, why all the people who went at that time and those present died, could it be that the painting was opened by someone and killed everyone present by mistake, and this person's strength would not be injured by the painting. Could this person be the third uncle?

Liu Wutian was quite emotional, in fact, he was also very curious, and he had quietly gone to the place where the cultural relics were unearthed back then.

When I went there, I found that all traces had long been erased. What was originally a hill has been leveled. Who did it, is it the Liu family? If so, what does the grandfather want to hide? Isn't it inconsequential that so many people have died?

Liu Jiang recalled the ancient painting, on which a big river was painted, like the Yellow River, and the painter must have been to the Yellow River to paint such an imposing momentum, Liu Jiang thought. After thinking about it carefully, Liu Jiang suddenly thought of a key point, and he asked: "Fourth uncle, is it true that only the objects that still retain the aura will be engraved with the formation seal on the glass sealed outside?"

Liu Wutian nodded and returned: "That's true, if it becomes a mortal product, then the glass will definitely not be engraved with the formation seal." ”

Liu Jiang said with some excitement: "I don't know if you have noticed, the ancient painting below has no carvings on the glass that seals it." ”

Liu Wangtian is full of wit, which means that his judgment that he thought that an ancient painting caused a disaster in the past three years was wrong, and that picture scroll could not withstand the passage of time and had become an ordinary product. What was the cause of the death of those people back then? Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, Liu Wutian is a little confused, he believes in his third brother.

Liu Jiang asked, "You said that place has been razed to the ground?"

"That's right, it's been bulldozed to the ground. ”

Liu Jiang frowned, since it was so dangerous there, why did he send someone to bulldoze the hill, it was to hide something. Could it be that the cause of all this lies deep beneath the earth?

Liu Wutian patted Liu Jiang on the shoulder and said: "Zijiang, you don't have to close these things, compared to pushing the mountain and sealing the soil to solve the things below, three years have passed, which means that the matter has been resolved, and you and I don't have to mind." Your third uncle will come out sooner or later. ”

Liu Jiang nodded, took Liu Wangtian's big black umbrella, and left forward.