Ling Feng was overjoyed when he saw it, ran to the door of this big mansion, pushed open the door with one hand, "Whoa!" The whole door body fell, he stepped into the house, there was a big garden inside, he came to a main hall, where weeds were overgrown, cobwebs were hanging in the air, dust was piled up all over the room, and garbage and debris were spread on the floor.

Ling Feng didn't dare to sleep in the grass, he built a simple bed with collapsed rotten wood and door panels, and slept on it with his clothes, he finally had a place to live, and he barely got together to go over, and when he came to this strange world, life was endless, how to live this kind of life, and he slept peacefully there!

After the middle of the night, there was still no sleepiness, and I couldn't figure out a clue, how could I get into the Mysterious Illusion Gate? That ancestor rescued himself from the underground underground dungeon, and before leaving, he said that the heavens would descend on the people, what did this mean?

Oh! I have great ambitions, exterminating fierce birds and killing monsters, it is an unswerving dream of life, and there are three in one, the universe is invincible, and the world is the best, you are the only one, this seems to be a hidden word, and I don't know what it means......

Hidden language has a subtle business charm, is another way of communication between people, with the mind to communicate, close the mouth without speaking, send out the suggestive meaning, the mind meets the gods and spirits, and the transmission medium is similar to radio waves.

Hidden words are inconvenient to say the key to the heart waves, for fear of disturbing people's hearts and affecting the overall situation, belonging to the voice of God, implying that people who are wise and intelligent, how to do a good job in the world, to the parties themselves to understand the inner meaning, the will of the heart of heaven has its own conclusion, and it will be clear later.

This kind of hidden language can be understood to be ineffable, once the rumors go out to leak the secret of heaven, misrepresented by people with ulterior motives, it will create sincerity and benevolence, for this reason, this language has been covered, five hundred years ago there was still circulation, now, no longer exists.

Ling Feng is a modern person, and that elder is a Qing Dynasty person, and the two have lost the hidden spiritual communication, otherwise, they would have already understood the intention of the senior.

Ling Feng fell asleep in a daze until the fourth watch.

The sky was bright, and a group of reckless men rushed into the abandoned house, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, grabbed Ling Feng's chest, and fought for no reason.

Ling Feng traveled to Jinling five hundred years ago, he wandered around the city for a day, failed to find a job to make a living, he was really tired too hard, and besides, thinking about his heart at night, he couldn't sleep in a trance, and after three more fell asleep in a daze, to prevent a group of evil from breaking into the abandoned house.

These guys are the thugs of the Black Dragon Hall, who made a big case in Jinling late at night, and when they saw that the sky was about to break, they were in the darkness before dawn, and then the sky was bright, and they couldn't get out of the city for a while, and they wanted to avoid the pursuit of the government, so they fell in love with this abandoned mansion.

The main hall of the Black Dragon Hall, originally lived in Jinling City, hidden in the area of Xinjiekou, in the No. 7 gate of Dongpo Lane, was picked by a pair of young heroes to pick the old cave, and some of the remnants left behind could not stand in the city, so they moved to the outside of the city, and waited for the limelight to come back again, doing evil and disturbing the residents of the city......

Ling Feng crossed over from a foreign land, and knew that the security in Jinling City was worrying, so he slept in an abandoned house in a daze, and was beaten badly, he resisted with all his strength, and fought to the death against this gang of robbers, but it was still to no avail, and he became a lamb in the mouth of a pack of wolves.

Soon, Ling Feng was beaten to the point that his skin was opened, and soon, he passed out, and he was already out of breath and inlet in little, and it seemed that he couldn't live.

The leader of the thieves sniffed at Ling Feng, he was already a half-dead man, he no longer paid attention to it, evaded the pursuit of the officials, and the next day, in the middle of the night, he hurriedly fled from the abandoned mansion and escaped from Jinling City.

Ling Feng fell in a pool of blood, sleeping in the grass, and became a living corpse again.

"Boom ......Boom" lightning flashed in the sky, thunder roared, and then a downpour of rain fell as if to cover Jinling City, less than two hours, the rain did not have time to drain out, has accumulated to waist deep.

"Bang Bang!" A landing thunderbolt landed more than ten zhang away from the abandoned mansion garden, making a big crater, about ten meters deep.

Ling Feng was immersed in the water, his thighs shook a few times, oh!

Ling Feng heard thunder in his ears, deafening and terrifying, his brain was excited, he woke up, his body floated on the water, and a stream of water rolled and slid towards the lightning strike pit, one was not on the top of his head, he danced wildly with both hands, grabbed a wooden sign, and inserted it on the edge of the pit!

Ling Feng regarded it as a life-saving straw, with the help of the wooden sign, he surged upward, his body fell on the edge of the puddle, and climbed up with difficulty, and finally landed on the ground, if he wanted to stand up, his thigh hurt his heart, wow! The left thigh was broken by the thugs!

Ling Feng grabbed the wooden sign and refused to let go, pulled it out as a crutch, limped into the abandoned house, he held up the wooden sign and looked at it, and it read: "Emperor Xuan's Mausoleum card."

It is the first emperor of China -- the Yellow Emperor, the Taoist alchemy, the mysterious beauty of the golden flower, is his masterpiece of cultivation, wrote a book of the Yellow Emperor's Xuanjing, for this reason, the Taoist Yellow Emperor as the ancestor, so it is called the founding ancestor.

Wooden brand is buried deep in the ground of the shade wood - Nanmen, thousands of years of non-decay, eternal survival, is there any mystery in this?

Ling Feng couldn't understand the true meaning of the wooden brand, and he refused to give up digging the truth of Emperor Xuan, he tried his best to think about it, and wanted to seize this opportunity to make a name for himself.

Ling Feng held the wooden sign, repeatedly examined and looked for something, and soon two hours passed, and there was no trace of any miracle, and his face was full of disappointment.

"Gollum ......" Ling Feng sang the empty city plan in his stomach again, stood up on his feet, and felt a sense of pain in his heart, the pain was enough, he hurriedly sat down, he was a good at learning martial arts, and had a set of skills for treating bruises and bone injuries.

Ling Feng used the straps and cloth and other things thrown by the thugs to help around the broken thigh, tightly tied in circles, and he stood up with the wooden card.

The left thigh is broken, and there is no other way to go, so he has to be a beggar, go to the door along the street to ask for food, and sacrifice to the temple of the five internal organs to survive, which is the only way to survive at present, and a national treasure-level figure has become a beggar overnight, this is fortunate or unfortunate! It is impossible to predict the truth of the future.

Ling Feng stayed overnight in this abandoned mansion garden, suffered a flying disaster, discounted a thigh, and became a disabled person, but he got the wooden sign of "Xuandi Mausoleum Card", how do you know if it is a blessing?

Ling Feng leaned on the wooden sign of 1.2 meters, supporting a limp, he walked towards the outside of the abandoned house, a pair of jeans that he was proud of, was also taken away by the thugs, a watch!

At this time, Ling Feng was wearing a vest and a pair of pants, half of which looked like a Qing Dynasty person, but what was missing was that there was not much of a sheep's tail on the back of his head, and others could still recognize it, but he didn't admit that he was from the same dynasty.

It's a pity that he is not a Qing Dynasty person, and he can't fool the past, this is the function of the sheep's tail, and with this special evidence alone, others can distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Ling Feng's face was covered with mud, and his body was drenched with water, he held a wooden sign, one foot long and one foot short, and walked down the street, along the door to get food.