The autumn rain is always cold, accompanied by the scene of falling maple leaves, the cold can penetrate the heart, we buried grandpa and Aunt Lan together, this is Aunt Lan and grandpa's greatest wish before their deaths, when Aunt Lan left, I was only ten years old, and my grandfather was also sad and sick. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Except for her grandfather, we call her Aunt Lan because she looks very young, like a young girl in her early twenties, and her real age is a mystery on the day she died. But many people say that Aunt Lan and Grandpa were childhood sweethearts and grew up together, although I questioned this, but I once accidentally saw a photo of my grandfather when he was young, which was a souvenir of Grandpa and several peers in 1937, one of which is Aunt Lan, and some people call Ma Chongshan of North Malaysia, he and Grandpa were originally from the same school, why did they part ways later, I just heard the elders mention a few words.

At that time, there was a very famous dragon seeker named Wan Zihong, that is, his grandfather's master, the old man was over 100 years old, but his body was very tough, he had robbed countless tombs in his life, he had seen all scenes, he was not afraid of any ghosts, and no problems were a problem, but there was only one thing that made him have a headache when he thought about it, that is, his daughter's marriage, his daughter was Aunt Lan, and there seemed to be an inextricable relationship between Aunt Lan and his grandfather and my uncle, who had never met.

Although Aunt Lan is evergreen, she can't escape the law of death, I clearly remember Aunt Lan holding her grandfather's hand before she died, and said, I know you can't forget it, and you can't let it go, but that place, you must not go back.

Aunt Lan didn't tell anyone about the place until Grandpa left, but so many things have happened in the past two days, and my intuition tells me that these must be related to the imprint on my arm.

Most of the maps left by Yuan Hai are pictographic descriptions, and only a few similar text-like patterns we can't decipher, this object is very old, maybe it is thousands of years of fate to copy down, if grandpa is still there, maybe he will know something, but grandpa just left, not a trace of clues left, thinking of this I suddenly remembered that classic, grandpa was so concerned about this book before he died, presumably there must be some secrets in it, or that book can unlock the secret on the map, but the book is now in the hands of Nanma, how can I get the book back。

A word from Rhubarb reminded me, he said that the people of Northern Malaysia will not give up, yes, all I have to do is wait for them to come to me, and they can't do anything without a map.

Such a cool night, the stars in the sky are sparse, the moment the breeze blows on my cheeks, I feel that my heart is cold, grandpa's departure makes me lose the only concern in the world, and what tomorrow will be, I don't know at all, the moonlight surrounds the old locust tree in the courtyard, grandpa always teased the birds under the tree before his death, I seem to feel that grandpa has not left, he is still by my side.

A silver light pierced the silent night sky, it was the moonlight reflected by the hidden weapon, I didn't have time to dodge, my arm was scratched by a flying knife, the map also fell to the ground, blood dripped down the arm on the map, I recognized the person who found the hidden weapon was the bald man led by the North Horse, he jumped down from the house and snatched the map, he must not have thought that the map was just a disguised bait for me, how could I let them snatch such an important thing so easily, and I also expected that he would not be alone in danger, as I expected, I chased two streets and was surrounded by their people, fortunately, we had prepared in advance, this evenly matched confrontation is still inevitable.

The people of the North Horse were beaten and fled, two of them were caught by us, but the bald man who led the way still fled, but he could not have imagined that his escape was designed by me in advance, the purpose was to let him lead us to find the classics, presumably he would not carry such an important thing with him, as I expected, he ran into a temple, we lurked behind, staring at him closely, sure enough, he took out the scriptures behind a Buddha statue, I saw the bald man's expression with the help of the moonlight, he seemed to have sensed that he had fallen into my way, but it was too late, before he could get up and run away, rhubarb had already knocked him unconscious。

I finally regained my grandfather's book, this is the legendary Three Worlds, how many people dream of immortality, is all this true? The light on my arm flickered again, and I knew that my time was running out.