"Tomb of Xuanyuan!"

Su Hao's body shook, his eyes flashed, revealing a strange glow.

"Who is this Xuanyuan, and why did grandpa erect a monument for him?" Su Hao stared at the stele and muttered to himself.

In his image, there has never been a person like Xuanyuan.

And from the life that Su Qingshan told him, there has never been the existence of Xuanyuan. What made him even more strange was that the tombstone was very old, and most of the inscriptions on it were blurred.

The tombstone has traces of time, which is very old, and it can even be said that it has exceeded a hundred years. He is an ancient cultivator, and he is the most sensitive to the vicissitudes of life.

This discovery shocked Su Hao's heart, and the doubt in his eyes became even stronger.

In this way, this monument was erected a hundred years ago, but even Su Qingshan was not born a hundred years ago, which is simply impossible.

If it weren't for the handwriting on it that made Su Hao firm that it was written by Su Qingshan, he would have found it hard to believe.

This is a very contradictory question.

But the more this is the case, the more doubts in Su Hao's heart become. Since his steps, his vision has been no longer limited to the mortal realm, but to a more long-term view.

"Squeak"

Just as Su Hao was pondering, a figure shot out from a distance in an instant, and landed on Su Hao's shoulder in a few jumps, it was the hairball.

The furball squeaked, and its two small paws held a broken wooden plaque, which was engraved with the word Su Hao, which also belonged to Su Qingshan's handwriting. Su Hao took the wooden card.

His heart shook even more, and at this moment his mind was in chaos, and the roar continued.

"Why is it my name, did you guess I'd be here early in the morning?"

From the wooden plaque in front of the village at the beginning, to the dried corpse in the vines, the coffin buried in the cave behind the road, the coffin with familiar people and familiar things, and the tombstone in front of me, with a wooden plaque in my hand...

There were traces of Su Qingshan in the whole process, but it made Su Hao more and more confused.

Except for this possibility, Su Hao really couldn't think of other thoughts. It seemed that he had been destined for a long time, and this feeling made him hesitate and frightened, as if he had fallen into some kind of situation, and this situation could not be extricated in a short time.

"Why, exactly?"

He looked at the wooden sign carefully, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he vaguely seemed to have caught something. But when I thought about it again, I found that everything became confusing again.

"Where did you find this thing?" asked Su Hao, staring at the furball.

"Squeak" Furball looked at him suspiciously, raised two furry paws, and pointed to the tombstone in front of him.

Su Hao frowned, his eyes puzzled, "You found it here?" he asked uncertainly.

The hairball nodded, and then pointed to the storage bag on Su Hao's waist with his paws.

Su Hao pondered slightly, took out the wooden plaque engraved with the tomb word from it, and looked at the wooden plaque found by the hairball, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a thoughtful look.

After a long time, he took a deep look at the tombstone, and his eyes flashed: "No matter what is hidden, sooner or later I will figure everything out." After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

But as soon as he took a step, a cold wind suddenly hit, causing his body to tremble.

Jingle Bell!

A voice suddenly sounded in the cemetery, and this voice was extremely abrupt. When it sounds, it is particularly terrifying and makes a penetrating sound.

Su Hao's body was cold, he turned around suddenly, his pupils contracted violently, and a dangerous aura suddenly flashed in his heart. He stared into the distance, and among the dead branches and leaves, a copper coin rolled down and stopped in front of him, making a loud noise.

He didn't pick up the copper coin directly, but his eyes fell on the ground where the copper coin was rolling.

The copper coin seemed to have some kind of magic, turning those dead leaves, forming a few words on the ground, which made Su Hao shake and roar even more.

"Hao'er, everything is smooth, don't be persistent!"

It's no coincidence that these words are made entirely of dead leaves, and there is still the same love in the tone as ever.

"Grandpa!" Su Hao suddenly raised his head and shouted at the cemetery.

He had a strong intuition that Su Qingshan was here, and it was very close to him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have passed on the word to him like this, and he had a lot of doubts in his heart and wanted to ask.

But his voice came out without any response, echoing through the cemetery.

Su Hao was crazy, his eyes were red, and he asked regardless of it, "Why, why is this?"

All he answered was the sound of a whimpering wind.

Maoqiu seemed to feel Su Hao's sadness, stretched out two little paws and patted him on the shoulder, blinking his eyes, and his dark eyes showed comfort.

The howling of the cold wind echoed in the cemetery, surrounded by a gloomy aura, which seemed extremely terrifying.

Su Hao didn't care at all, he was still yelling there, running desperately in the cemetery, and at the same time, his consciousness was fully dispersed, wanting to find Su Qingshan.

But the truth can't be as he wishes, no matter how he looks, there is no figure of Su Qingshan, except for the ten words on the ground, there is almost no trace.

I don't know how long it has been, it seems that I am tired of running, and just like many years ago, I fell tired in the cemetery, staring at the sky blankly. His lips trembled, and he kept saying, "Grandpa..."

At this moment, it seems that he is no longer a monk, but a child who has lost a loved one.

Dazed, lonely, helpless, hopeless...

The "squeak" furball stayed beside him, constantly shaking its furry body and waving its paws, as if to comfort.

Su Hao lay quietly in front of Xuanyuan's tomb like this, and bursts of cold came from the ground, but he didn't care.

It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Su Hao recovered from that godlessness. His eyes regained their clarity, becoming deeper and more determined.

It seemed to change a lot overnight, he stood up, picked up the copper coin from the ground, held it in his body, felt it for a moment, put it away, and put it in the storage bag.

"Furball, go!"

He shouted, took out another spirit grass from the storage bag, and threw it to the hairball.

The furball jumped happily on his shoulder and devoured it.

Finally, he took a deep look at the tombstone and left without looking back. Because he knows that all this is not as simple as he imagined, and it contains a shocking mystery.

This mystery is even related to himself, but it is not something that he can solve the truth now.

"Sooner or later, I'll figure out everything I need to know. ”

Su Hao swore in his heart and said secretly. Soon after, he returned to the village, and after spending the night in the hut he had been near, he set out a simple formation in the village, and then set out again on the path of monasticism along the mountain path with his determination.

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