The next day, the Qinglan City Government announced that the capture of the Tiger had failed, and the Golden Dragon Gang was forced by the pressure of the Qinglan City high-level and the Holy League, so they had to send some gang masters to enter the Huhe Mountains again.

All this has nothing to do with Xiang Feng and them.

In the afternoon, Xiang Feng made a phone call to Song Yushu to inquire about the situation in Guangling City, and now Xiang Feng's strategy is almost the same as Shangguan Yanran, that is, he wants to capture the old man, before he was in the light, the enemy was in the dark, this time he left Guangling City, and Shangguan Fei fell into a crisis again, the enemy in the dark will definitely show the true face of Lushan.

As long as that enemy shows the true face of Lushan, that Feng will have the ability to fight back, otherwise, he won't even know who the opponent is, so how can he fight back?

Now the intelligence work of Guangling City has been handed over to Song Yushu, and Lou Ruolan, who was originally in charge of intelligence, is mainly responsible for intelligence work outside Guangling City.

At dusk, Xiang Feng finally waited for a long-awaited phone call, and the call was from He Yubo.

"How's it going?" Xiang Feng asked in a low voice, his tone obviously a little excited.

He Yubo said excitedly: "President Xiang, you are really a god, I told Mr. Lang according to your words, and he actually agreed." ”

Xiang Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "When will he come over?"

He Yubo said: "Early tomorrow morning, he will rush to Qinglan City, Lanzhou Province. ”

"Okay, you tell him that I'll pick him up at the airport!" Xiang Feng didn't continue to ramble, he hung up the phone, and his heart was excited.

With Lang Yingzhe's excellent attainments in ancient characters, he will definitely be able to find out something from the information of Suo Longjing, as long as he deciphers the words in the scroll, Xiang Feng will also have a life-saving skill!

In the evening, Xiang Feng received a call from Li Yunhe, saying that there was a copy of the ancient Qiang text in the ancestral hall, and asked him to go over and take a look.

Xiang Feng hurriedly ran to the ancestral hall, and sure enough, on the offering table in the ancestral hall, he saw a folded inscription made of paper pieces glued, with a total of six folds, and dozens of words densely written on it.

This discovery also added a glimmer of hope to Xiang Feng's heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiang Feng took a taxi directly to Qinglan City Airport, and on the way to the airport, Xiang Feng roughly smoothed out the things of the past few days.

The inscriptions left in the ancestral hall of Shenglongzhuang are enough for Lang Yingzhe to study for a while, and when Xiang Feng enters the Holy Alliance, he will find a way to take back the Suolongjing, which is really not good, and at least get the opportunity to enter the Suolongjing to explore.

Just thinking about it, Xiang Feng has arrived at the airport of Qinglan City, Qinglan City, as the capital city of Lanzhou Province, is mainly based on tourism, and Qinglan City, as a thousand-year-old city that was once the imperial capital of the Six Dynasties, has left countless precious relics and documents, which can be said to be well known to Lang Yingzhe, an expert in ancient characters.

Xiang Feng waited at the airport for more than ten minutes, he saw a spirited white-haired old man striding out, Xiang Feng had seen Lang Yingzhe's photo, as soon as he saw the white-haired old man, Xiang Feng immediately greeted him, and laughed softly: "Mr. Lang, hello, my name is Xiang Feng." ”

Lang Yingzhe was about one meter seven, his white hair stood up, he looked extremely straight, he was wearing a Zhongshan suit, without the slightest expression on his face, he glanced at Xiang Feng, and said coldly: "You are the president of the Guangling City Jade Association?"

"Yes. Xiang Feng chuckled.

Lang Yingzhe looked at Xiang Feng and snorted coldly: "Although I don't know what your purpose is, I still want to say thank you to you, my daughter and granddaughter have bothered you." ”

Xiang Feng didn't expect that He Mu would really contact Lang Yingzhe, he shook his head with a chuckle, and said, "I'm going to help them with a purpose, just forget about this thank you." ”

"It's good that you know. Lang Yingzhe looked at Xiang Feng coldly and said softly: "I heard my daughter say, you want to ask me to help you identify a scroll?"

"Yes. Xiang Feng nodded.

Lang Yingzhe's tone became deeper and lower: "Since you are asking me for help, why are you using the banner of my deceased wife? Do you know what kind of behavior this is?"

Facing Lang Yingzhe's questioning, Xiang Feng still looked at Lang Yingzhe fearlessly, and said softly: "Mr. Lang, have you seen your wife killed?"

Lang Yingzhe was slightly stunned, a trace of pain appeared on his face, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Although I didn't see it, didn't I have the brains to think about it? She was locked up alone in a royal tomb that had disappeared, and now that so many years have passed, what does she eat and drink?"

Lang Yingzhe's last sentence was almost like a roar.

Xiang Feng still said lightly: "My father has taught me since I was a child that you must not give up until the last moment, and your abandonment has also made your wife lose hope of survival." ”

"I've looked for it, I've looked for it for many years. Lang Yingzhe shouted loudly, attracting the inquiring eyes of many people at the airport.

"Mr. Lang, please calm down, I asked you to come over this time, just to unravel the mysterious ancient Qiang script, now I have found a lot of information related to that kind of text, if you still want to find that royal tomb, it is better to cooperate with me, if you really have given up, then I will not be reluctant, this is a ticket to Hong Kong." Xiang Feng took out a ticket from his arms and handed it to Lang Yingzhe.

Lang Yingzhe didn't raise his hand to pick it up, he lowered his head and was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "You really have a lot of information about the ancient Qiang language?"

Xiang Feng nodded lightly and said, "Yes, in a few days, there will be more information on the ancient Qiang script, as long as you interpret what this text represents, you may be able to find the mysterious disappearing royal tomb again, what do you think?"

"Okay! I'm already a person who has half a foot in the coffin, if I can find that royal tomb again before I die, I will have no regrets about dying, at least, I can die with my wife!" Lang Yingzhe's old eyes were full of determination.

Xiang Feng crumpled the ticket into a ball and threw it on the ground, stretched out his right hand and said, "Mr. Lang, I hope we can cooperate happily." ”

The disappeared royal tomb has always been a knot sealed in Lang Yingzhe's heart, and now Xiang Feng has untied it for him again, which suddenly made Lang Yingzhe become excited.

He followed Xiang Feng back to Shenglongzhuang and immediately went into the ancestral hall of Shenglongzhuang to study the inscriptions written in ancient Qiang script.

I don't know what dynasty left this inscription, the original has been taken away by the government, and now what remains in the ancestral hall of Thang Long Zhuang is just a copy, with only a few dozen words on it, which seems to tell the origin of the lock dragon well.

It's just that these words are so old that no one has really understood them from ancient times to the present.

After settling down Mr. Lang Yingzhe, Xiang Feng no longer wasted time, and after lunch, he took Li Fu's car and rushed to the downtown area of Qinglan City.