Zhang Qian took out the map and spread it out, put it in his hand to watch, a vicissitudes of ancient breath, from the map, Zhang Qian immediately knew that this map has definitely existed for a long time, at least 10,000 years.

And the texture of this map is very special, there is a trace of spiritual power, passed into his hands, if Zhang Qian is not mistaken, this map, this is definitely ten thousand years ago, the monks on the earth, made of the skin of a certain powerful demon beast.

Therefore, even after tens of thousands of years, there is still a faint trace of spiritual power left on it.

He glanced at the map roughly, and in the upper corner of the map, there were four ancient texts written on them, which he couldn't read, but on the text, there were traces of the Dao, that is to say, the person who made this map back then, left traces of the Dao with his divine consciousness on the text, which could express the meaning of the words to other monks very directly.

This technique is very common in the universe, because the culture and language of all races in the universe are different from each other, and it is difficult to communicate if you only use words and language, so if you carve a trace on the text to express the meaning, other cultivators, as long as they sweep it with their divine sense, can immediately understand.

It's the same with words, when you speak, there are traces of Tao in your voice, so that other monks and races can understand what you mean.

Although Zhang Qian did not cultivate his divine sense, he had divine thoughts, and the effect was the same, but it was a little difficult to use, he swept the dao marks on the four words with his divine thoughts, and the meaning of them was indeed 'Kunlun Divine Palace', it seems that the little tiger king did not lie to him.

He engraved the map in his mind, and then turned the map over, only to see that the back of the map, full of dense words, he has no time now, and he does not have the time to look at it carefully, because using the divine mind to feel the Dao marks on these words will particularly consume spiritual power, and it is not too late to study it slowly after going back.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qian put away the map, put it in the box, and asked the little tiger king: "Where did you get this map?"

The Little Tiger King said respectfully: "Yes!" So he told Zhang Qian how to get this map.

It turned out that this map was accidentally obtained when he went to an underground cultural relics auction, and after getting it, in order to verify the authenticity and whether it was a real old object, he took this map to a cultural relics research professor to help him identify.

Take, the professor of cultural relics research, happens to be another hobby of ancient literature, usually likes to study ancient literature, and has a certain understanding of a variety of strange words.

After careful study by the professor, it was determined that this map was indeed an old object, and it was very old, it may be something from 10,000 years ago, and the text on it was a kind of ancient god script, which has been handed down now, and it is very rare.

Because the fault was too strong in that era, the professor didn't know much about this ancient god script, and after searching for information in many ways, he barely recognized the four words on the front of the map, which meant 'Kunlun Divine Palace', and the words on the back didn't know what they meant.

Zhang Qian said: "I see, okay, nothing else! I'll leave first!" After saying that, he got up and was about to leave here.

Seeing this, the Tiger King and the other three old men also quickly stood up, and one of the old men said: "Zhang Zhenren rarely comes to Mingzhu City, it's getting late now, otherwise, go to the old man's house to rest for a night, and tomorrow we will entertain Zhang Zhenren well!"

Zhang Qian said: "No need!" and said: "By the way, the people of the Xia family, where do they live?"

An old man replied: "The Xia family lives on the top of Tianmu Mountain around Pearl City!"

"Tianmu Mountain?" Zhang Qiandao: "How long will it take to pass from here?"

An old man replied: "It takes about a day to take a car from here to a small town at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, and after entering Tianmu Mountain, it takes more than half a day to walk up to the top of the mountain!"

The Xia family is in eastern Zhejiang Province, it belongs to the authentic martial arts family, the core members of the family, far away from the world, usually cultivating in the deep mountains, and the family-run enterprises are basically peripheral members of the family, helping them take care of it, but the power is always in the hands of each patriarch of the Xia family.

Their model is somewhat similar to that of the Immortal Sect, except that the Immortal Sect is far away from the secular world, and even the outer disciples are cultivating in the mountains, and rarely interfere in the affairs of the secular world.

But the Xia family is different, after all, they are just a martial arts family, living in the secular world, they can't be as transcendent as the Xianmen, in addition to force, the wealth and power of the secular world can also provide them with great help.

Zhang Qian nodded and said, "Okay! I know!"

An elder asked, "Is Zhang Zhenren going to the Xia family for a trip?" With a look on his face, he seemed to be a little excited, if Zhang Qian went to the Xia family, perhaps, he could save the Xia family from this disaster.

Zhang Qian said: "That's exactly what I mean!" He turned his head, glanced at the Little Tiger King, and said, "Is it convenient for you?" If it's convenient, drive me to Tianmu Mountain!"

Since there are ready-made drivers and cars here, Zhang Qian is too lazy to call a car by himself, and it is more convenient to let Little Tiger King send him.

"Huh?" When the little tiger king heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "This ......" seems to be a little embarrassed.

He was a little scared of Zhang Qian, when his father was next to him, he was a little better, let him be alone with Zhang Qian, he really didn't have the courage, if he was not careful, what made Zhang Qian dissatisfied, with Zhang Qian's ruthless character, wouldn't it kill him?

In his heart now, he only thinks about getting as far away from Zhang Qian as possible, and he can't wait to never meet Zhang Qian again in the future, how dare he drive to see Zhang Qian?

Seeing his son's hesitation, the Tiger King's face couldn't help but sink, and he shouted: "What is this? It's your honor to be able to send Zhang Zhenren! Why don't you hurry up and get ready and check if there is any problem with the car! On the way, be honest with me, whatever Zhang Zhenren says, you have to do it! Do you hear?"

Just kidding, Zhang Qian opened Chrysostom and asked the Little Tiger King to send him, can he refuse?

Moreover, being able to send Zhang Qian is inevitably not the luck of the Little Tiger King, and being able to take the opportunity to make a little friendship with Zhang Qian will definitely only be good for them in the future, and there will be no harm.

This kind of opportunity, maybe others can't ask for it, don't you see the three old flowers on the side, all with envious looks?

The Tiger King just didn't have to think about it to know that with the three of them being so respectful to Zhang Qian, as long as Zhang Qian said a word, they would definitely rush to let their son drive Zhang Qian to Tianmu Mountain.

(End of chapter)