Ye Zongling's eyes were red. His memory seemed to go back to that night twenty years ago.

A group of young people walked through the desert for three whole months, and finally found the traces of the tomb of Cangling on a stormy night.

At that time, many people did not know that this trip to the tomb would be the last treasure hunt in their lives.

Ye Zongling still remembered that among the group, the youngest Mo Xiaochuan, was only fifteen years old, he was the only child in the group, but at the same time, he was also the guide of the entire team, and it was with his innate sense of direction and spiritual sensitivity that the whole team found the Cangling Tomb in the wind and sand.

The Cangling Tomb is an isolated space, and the faces of the group are excited, determined, and excited. Together, they poured into the entrance of the light. In the end, the two who left were exhausted, their faces were like ashes, and there was only despair in their eyes.

Twenty years, every time Ye Zongling thinks about it, he regrets it, obviously he has found so many treasures and treasures, so many treasures in the world, which are enough to fill the spiritual bag in his arms. But he was not satisfied, so he had to take a step forward and saw the shield in the hand of the stone statue.

One step away, heaven and hell.

It was that step that cost them dearly. That step made him lose a group of his most loyal companions.

"Have you thought about it, what to choose?" Ye Zongling took a deep breath, unwilling to recall.

Ye Tingcheng nodded and said, "I've thought about it." The Xuan Shield in Cang Ling's hand, without too much description, anyone can think of its power, such a top-level Xuan Weapon, let's leave it to Zhiyan. I hope she can be a happy girl for the rest of her life. ”

Ye Zongling's eyes were slightly wet, he held his hand and nodded heavily.

Ye Tingcheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, he thought of the poor woman in his previous life, who he liked badly, but he liked an orphan like him who had achieved nothing.

knew that there was no result, so Ye Tingcheng always treated her as a sister. Every time he remembered the past, Ye Tingcheng felt guilty and blamed himself.

I hope that in the future, you can have a happy and comfortable life. Don't be alone, stand in the wind at night. And don't like people like me anymore.

The dragon elephant trick, the broken sword trick.

Ye Chengcheng held a spiritual shaft in his hand, a broken ancient book, and saluted his father.

"Father, rest assured, Xunlong Villa, with me, no one can covet him in the slightest. ”

At night, it rained lightly, sprinkled on the ground, Ye Qingcheng stood at the window, quietly looking at the raindrops outside the window. I don't know what I'm thinking.

After standing quietly for a long time, Peach came in and put on a robe for him, and said softly: "Young master, autumn is cool, be careful of the wind and cold." ”

Ye Tingcheng nodded lightly, and suddenly asked, "Taohong, are your family still there?"

Peach lowered her head slightly, shook her head, and said, "I was gone for a long time, my hometown suffered a famine, and my parents starved to death." At that time, I was only six years old, helpless, and had no money to bury them, so I had to sell myself on the street to bury my parents. ”

Ye Chengcheng sighed lightly and comforted: "In the future, I will treat this place as my home, and in Xunlong Villa, it is all your family." ”

"Thank you, young master. ”

"You go and rest. Leave me alone. ”

After Peach left, he was the only one left in the huge room.

Ye Chengcheng took out the remnant of the sword technique and looked at it carefully. The fragment was indeed badly broken, a thin book, the second half of which had been torn off, and only the first few pages, and most of them were blank.

Ye Tingcheng flipped through it casually, and there were only three pictures. Each depicts a man dancing with a sword. Different postures and different shapes. But beyond that, there is nothing.

Ye Chengcheng sighed and put the fragment into the bag. When he put it in, he saw the silver taels again, and remembered the old way in the mountains. I don't know if anyone was drinking with him.

Putting away the bag, Ye Tingcheng took out the dragon elephant trick again, this Xuangong is obviously much more high-end, a beautiful scroll, like a work of art, the three purple characters on the scroll are dragon flying and phoenix dancing. It shows that this book is not low in grade.

It has been almost twenty days since he came to this world, and Ye Chengcheng has gradually learned a lot. In the Lingxuan Continent, the most important thing for a cultivator is the Xuangong Gong. The level of Xuan Gong Gong practiced determines the efficiency of absorbing and operating Xuan Qi. Only by absorbing and operating the Xuan Qi more quickly can it be combined with the Xuan Shu Gong to exert stronger power.

Like the Lingxi Technique cultivated by Ning Sitian, it is a Xuan-level advanced exercise, which is slightly lower than the Dragon Elephant Technique, but it is also a very famous exercise. Speaking of which, human soul species, Xuangong exercises, Xuanshu exercises, and even Xuanshu beasts all have five levels of classification of Lingxuan Saint Immortal Dao. But according to Ye Tingcheng's understanding, the Holy Rank seems to be the peak, and he doesn't know who made up the next two strata.

Slowly opened the scroll, and in the scroll, the small golden characters were densely packed, and there were many images. But what's worse is that Ye Qingcheng is illiterate.

Helplessly, the cultivation had to give up. Ye Tingcheng decided that from tomorrow, he would read and read. Since we want to survive in this world, knowledge must be the most important weapon.

There are three thousand Taoisms, and there will always be endless treasures in the book.

There are no pursuers, and there is no Xiao Tiantian, this night, Ye Qingcheng slept very soundly. I also had a sweet dream.

He dreamed that he inherited the property of Xunlong Villa, married Ning Sitian as his wife, had lovely children, and lived as chic and happy as a fairy every day.

When he woke up from the dream, the corners of Ye Tingcheng's mouth were still smiling.

When Ye Tingcheng proposed to his father to read and write, Ye Zongling immediately recommended his sworn brother, the second owner of Xunlong Villa, Chen Fenglin.

It is said that this talent has a high attainment, born in the scholarly family, his father worked in the Tai Academy, when he was young, Chen Fenglin had been admitted to the township test to solve the yuan, will test the yuan, was originally a popular candidate for three yuan and the first, but unfortunately because of the changes within the royal family. Chu, became Northern Chu. And under that coup d'état, the implication was widespread, Chen Fenglin's family fell into the middle, and was ostracized by his colleagues.

In desperation, Chen Fenglin abandoned literature and martial arts, and later joined the tomb search team, and became close friends with Ye Zongling, the tomb robber of Xunlong Villa, who was not famous at the time.

has received a very high education, experienced literary edification, held a sword, traveled through the rivers and lakes, in Ye Zongling's words, he can go to the temple and fight the hooligans. Such a person is naturally the best choice to teach Ye Qingcheng to read.

Since Chen Fenglin lost his Xuangong, he no longer asks much about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and he lives in a simple place every day, living a life like idle clouds and wild cranes.

But his two sons are just the opposite of his character, and the shocking Chen Qinglian naturally doesn't need to be said. Chen Qingyu, the son born to his wife, has been proud and domineering since he was a child, and his personality is flamboyant. When Ye Chengcheng was a child, he was bullied a lot.