Xu Zhaohua remembered that the notebook she had read was already tattered and unpresentable, with a thick layer of dust on it, which could not be sealed for an unknown number of years.

The notes record the genealogy of their Xu family, as well as a lot of secrets about the underground palace of J City.

Now, Xu Zhaohua has seen many secrets that she has never seen.

……...

In the thirty-first year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Hongdu, the official road on the outskirts of the city.

Bang –

Bang Bang –

"Drive! Drive-"

On the official road covered with snow, a carriage drove quickly, the man sitting on the chariot frowned, his robe was dotted with blood splashed by blood droplets, the new wound was connected to the old sores and dragged the pain of the cone, the man shook the whip in his hand from time to time and whipped the horse in front of him, and the sound of the muttering even faintly drowned out the sound of the horse's hooves.

Dozens of zhang behind the carriage, the sound of horses' hooves followed, and the fast horses of the imperial court walked in the wind and snow, leaving behind a long series of horseshoe prints and two long ruts, but they quickly disappeared.

The fast horse galloped and greedily sucked the snowflakes that drifted into his mouth from the air, faintly smelling of blood.

"Xu Xiang, leave me and the child alone, you can go by yourself, it's also a burden to take us, they are about to catch up......"

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense!"

"Wow-huh..."

"Xu Xiang......" Xu Zhaohua stared at the road, muttering, the carriage passed straight through his body, he remembered that there was the name of this person in the family tree, according to the record of this person's martial arts, and even practiced a unique qigong.

At this moment, Xu Xiang's wife was squatting in the back carriage, holding the three-month-old baby in her arms, and looked back, her expression full of anxiety.

Pedal Pedal –

More than a dozen zhang behind the carriage, more than ten fast horses chased after them with iron hooves, the distance was getting closer and closer, Xu Xiang, who had always been calm, also looked at the carriage anxiously at the moment, his wife's face was pale, and the child was crying.

Xu Xiang drove the carriage and turned his head to look behind him, and instructed his wife, who leaned out of the carriage, to sit down steadily, and stared at the road again, at this time the sky was already dark, and the official road was already frozen, if he was not in a hurry to escape, how could he dare to walk on such a night road.

Finally, in the dark of night, a figure emerged from among the horses chasing behind, and the iron hooves kicked the slush, trampling the ground and rushing from the blizzard. The man clutched the reins in his hand, and as he drove past the side of Xu Xiang's carriage, a short dagger was inserted into the horse's buttocks, gurgling outward with blood, and falling to the ground drop by drop, dripping out a long line of blood.

Xu Xiang watched the man ride a horse and rush to the official road in front of him, wanting to stop him, but the internal force on his body was running up and down, making him unable to exert his strength.

Immediately afterwards, the man's boots on the horse's back turned around and clamped the horse's belly, and he grasped the reins tightly with one hand, only to hear the sound of 'Tick Rhythm', and a bright light flew out of the man's other hand.

On a snowy night, a cold wind blew through, with murderous intent.

"Jumping out of the car - it's too late......"

Xu Xiang grabbed the child thrown by his wife and jumped off the chariot, and in the next second, under the huge inertia, the axle of the carriage flew, and with a loud bang, the carriage galloped over and collided with the horses.

In an instant, the wooden frame, wheels, and thin softness disintegrated in mid-air and flew out, and the galloping horse, which was not yet dead, rolled over violently, struggling with its hooves and trying to get up.

Xu Xiang, who jumped out of the carriage, hurriedly ran back, lifted the already tattered car cover, and saw his wife with a disheveled head, gray face, a broken skin on her forehead, and blood flowing, quite embarrassed.

Xu Xiang hurriedly got out of the carriage with his wife in his arms, and the sound of horses' hooves came from the dark official road, and dozens of shadowy black shadows were like a group of ghosts, which were the fans of Dongchang.

More than ten elites in the East Factory are all dressed in soapy clothes, short seedling knives in autumn water, and Qiaoshi crowns. This kind of autumn knife belongs to a kind of short knife, the knife is one foot two long, curved outward, the back of the knife is curved with the blade, there are two blood grooves on both sides and two corrugated nail prints, the blade is extremely sharp, and the handle is three to four inches long.

The man who had ridden first and dismounted, jumped off his saddle and strode forward, followed by the others.

The sporadic torches danced like ghostly fires, flickering in and out, looking so heavy and hideous.

Night owls sprang out of the low hillsides on either side, their gray wings squeaking and flying, and the trees were swaying back and forth in the cold wind, babbling and crying. The dead leaves are rustled by the wind, and it always seems as if a black hand is reaching from the end......

"Your time of death has come! The surname is Xu. In the night, the man's voice was like thunder.

Xu Xiang forcibly endured the discomfort of his body, and hurriedly threw out a short knife, the weapon over there waved, and with a snap, sparks exploded, and then the man came unabated, slammed on the ground and jumped up.

It is a palm split with sufficient internal force.

"Bang-"

In an instant, Xu Xiang almost burst out with all his strength, and retreated with his wife and children, and there was a loud bang behind them, and the carriage was cut into two pieces in an instant, and the wood pieces fell apart. The other wheel flew out under tremendous pressure and smashed into Xu Xiang, who was already powerless to dodge.

The flying wheels directly knocked Xu Xiang to the ground, with blood stains hanging from the corners of his mouth, he wanted to get up, but he couldn't stand up no matter what, and his whole body was in severe pain.

The man had a cat-and-mouse playful expression on his face, pacing under the light of the glowing torches, and more than a dozen Dongchang fans behind him scattered left and right to outflank him, and he was ready to kill the hook and sickle in his hand.

They didn't dare to take it lightly, thinking of the situation when Xu Xiang opened a killing spree in the yamen of the East Detective Factory a few days ago, no one was frightened.

After all, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

"How about it, the taste of dispersing bones is okay, but you can't exert your internal strength, you say, miserable or not?"

The man who came, dressed in a eunuch's robe, had a pale face, a little red on his mouth, a voice sometimes rough and sometimes shrill at times, and his face was full of excitement and greed.

"Eunuchs, sooner or later you people will be punished, mutilating Zhongliang and disturbing the dynasty, people like you should stop dreaming of immortality, you will be stinking for ten thousand years!" Xu Xiang's chest rose and fell, and he reprimanded with anger.

"Hahaha-" the man let out an unbridled smirk, his eyes full of disdain, "even so...... So what, why do you only know today, it is you who is defeated, and who knows what will happen in the future? ”

"The surname Xu is not to blame for being ruthless, who made you want to fight against us at the age of nine thousand without knowing whether to live or die......" The man muttered, and then, his tone suddenly became fierce, and his face became hideous, "Anyway, you are going to die, it is better to leave the boxing technique and silk book to the He family, and it is better to die happily-"

"Phew! Eunuch, don't you think—"

"It's up to you."

The words are still in the wind, just drifting to the ......

"Xu Xiang, be careful!"

The horse neighed, and in the wind of the snowy night, Xu Xiang's tightened pupils reflected the scene ahead, and the man just crossed his eyes with his bare hands, and there was a loud bang, and the blood light and his wife flew out like cannonballs and smashed on the mountain. His wife was broken and broken, her flesh and blood were rotten, and she had been knocked out of shape by the huge impact, and the viscous blood spread down the mountain.

"Ahh

Xu Xiang cried and faced the sky, but there was no response, his chest was suffocated, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out of his throat.

"Eunuch, you go to die!"

Boom –

The sky and the earth suddenly turned into chaos, the surrounding snowflakes were forcibly blown apart, the sand and stones flew and trembled, and the rows of grass and trees near Xu Xiang swayed and their strong bodies were broken, and the snowflakes in the sky became furious.

Xu Xiang forcibly operated his internal force, lived to death, endured the pain of broken bones and tendons, and went mad and burst out with the most powerful power, covering the person in front of him, and a terrifying wave of qi rushed to his face.

The pupils of the person on the opposite side suddenly widened, and he pressed the Qiaoshi crown on his head, stepped back in embarrassment, strode and threw off his robe, and a palm was clearly launched in the wide sleeved robe.

In an instant, the robe shook and puffed up, and the energy suddenly rushed out of it and hit outward, as if forming an invisible wall.

But then, the man suddenly knelt down with his right leg unsupported, and Xu Xiang's internal force pressed the wall of qi and smashed on his chest, stretching away, and suddenly his whole body felt like he had been beaten by dozens or hundreds of hammers. The robe crackled a few times, and the qi was violently slammed, and the man's seven orifices flew out, rolling out on the ground a few feet away, barely holding on to his upper body, but the person couldn't stand up.

"Father-in-law...... How are you? ”

Youdongchang Fanzi immediately ran over and wanted to help him, but the man waved his hand to stop him, "The surname Xu is already at the end of the crossbow, kill him, snatch the silk book back, you must not let him run!" ”

The Dongchang fans nodded, and then drew their knives and surrounded them, although they trembled involuntarily under their feet.

"The surname is Xu... You've actually touched the threshold of the highest level of martial arts.... Unfortunately, it's too late. The man bowed his head and muttered to himself.

Over there, Xu Xiang fell weakly to the ground, and the infant baby was still asleep, hunting with the cold wind.

Subsequently, more than ten Dongchang fans surrounded Xu Xiang, who was covered in blood, surrounded by swords, catering to the aura of slaughter.

The white earth in front of him and the heavy snow in the sky fused together again, Xu Xiangshen stood up with one foot and one foot shallow, picked up the child, and took a step back in fright, he walked towards the cliff.

The cold wind blew Xu Xiang almost couldn't open his eyes, and the full snow rushed to his face, and finally, his eyelids slowly fell, cutting off the scene.

"Hehehe...... Eunuchs, you will never gain eternal life! ”

When there was only darkness in front of him, the cold wind shook the shredded cloth on his robe, and the stinging cold from his neck seemed to take away the exhaustion on Xu Xiang's body at once.

In the blue western sky, the night is not yet finished, and the remaining seven or eight stars are still radiating pale light in vain, but the eastern sky has already flowed with a few transparent colored clouds, indicating that a round of red sun is about to shine on the earth.

After a while, a burst of warmth rose in the air, and when I looked up, among the mountains, the east faintly glowed with the white of the fish's belly.

The morning sun shone down from that side.

…...

"Silk Book...... Changsheng ......" Xu Zhaohua clenched his fists and punched the ground, and then, the picture in front of him dissipated, and it was a deserted suburb.

Year 1937.

In the mountains, the strange peaks are slim and elegant, the mountains are full of green trees and turquoise, the mountains and rivers are clear, the birds and birds are flocks, the clouds and mist are swirling, and the silver is wrapped in plain.

A group of uninvited guests dressed in black clothes and black pants broke the silence and came to the place pointed by the silk book.

"There are infinite changes, each with its own return, or yin or yang, soft or rigid, open or closed, gallop or open..."

"The Red Dragon Hides the Universe, the White Tiger Hides the Dantian, the Beidou South Spreads, and the Rest Seeks the True Cave..."

"Hair is more than ten moons of the stars, and the twelve goddesses will be on all sides..."

And they walked from night to night, and from day to night.

The huddled night is tightly embraced by the earth. The black mountain streams, the white pastures, and the big mouths of black holes open like wild beasts at night, as if boundless thick ink is heavily smeared in the sky.

The surroundings were lifeless, not even the glimmer of the stars, and the scenery on the ground was difficult to distinguish, only the leaves rustling from the wind and rain, especially recalling the busyness and excitement of the day.

"The head of the house, you said that we can really find the big bucket recorded in this silk book, it has been a few days and nights, and even a ghost has been seen." The thin man asked timidly.

"You kid, are you cowardly? …… No? If you don't have it, don't talk to me about these things that you don't have, do a good job this time, and some will be Yong (Rong) Hua Fu in the future! The head of the family glared at the thin man fiercely, and did not allow him to talk nonsense and shake people's hearts.

A few people around gloated, laughed a few times together, and then left the thin man and continued to walk. The thin man's face was hot, his nails were pinched into the flesh fiercely, and he lowered his head and smiled dryly twice before slowly following the people in front of him.

The snow in the mountains is getting tighter and heavier.

The wind ripped the frozen branches of the mountains, making a hoarse howl, mixed with the occasional palpitation, unknown beast's howl. The silence of the night was almost shattered by the sound of these actions.

"Skinny, get it out of the way."

They came to a depth of not many meters underground, where the men were hunched and rubbed their hands together while surrounding a coffin.

The thin man used a bayonet to cut open the corpse's throat, and there were dense counter-striking needles inside, the tips of which were pointed directly into the throat. The needle is made of red iron and is smeared with poison, and although there are rust spots on it, the mouth is still very sharp, and if you don't pay attention, you will be hit.

Fortunately, several of them were experienced veterans, and they carefully pulled out the cow hair needles with a vice, put an iron fence on the head of the ancient corpse, and then the thin man slammed the corpse's chest, throat and abdomen with the butt of his gun.

"It doesn't feel right, it should be a mechanism." The thin man spoke.

"Get out, I'll take a look." Another man squeezed in, and he was the best at tricks among the men.

The thin man retreated silently, a sneer flashing at the corner of his mouth, and his finger reached for the trigger of the box gun.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang—"

A series of gunshots echoed back and forth in the tomb, and the emptiness was somewhat deafening.

The box gun, which had only a capacity of ten rounds, finally made a clicking sound, and five people on the ground fell in a pool of blood. The head of the family was shot four times in a row, and the bloody hole exploded his clothes, and his eyes were round, as if he was dead.

"Skinny... Skinny, why... Is it? ”

On the ground, in a pool of blood, the man who knew the most about mechanics just now was dying, and he didn't understand how the thin man could do this.

"Hmph, it's all Xu Huaiyu's fault!" The thin man shouted, a little hysterical and a little hideous, "Ahhahahahaha-" The thin man laughed arrogantly, "You all deserve to die, this silk book belongs to me, and none of you can think of anything in the dungeon!" ”