After Shi Huaiyu appeased Xiao Daogu Luo Yuzhu, he said goodbye to Luo Yuzhu and walked towards the bottom of the mountain.

In Xiao Daogu's heart, she thought that as long as she could cure her master and get back the Ning Shen Pill, she could do anything.

At the moment, this Divine Pill, as Shi Huaiyu said, it is impossible to rob or steal it, with the hands of the villagers of Xiejian Village, once the news spreads, it doesn't matter if you are in prison, but it also affects the master, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Luo Yuzhu thought about it, or wait a few days to see if Shi Huaiyu had any good way to retrieve the Condensing Pill, she blinked her little eyes, and looked at Shi Huaiyu After walking down the mountain, she also walked towards the mountain, she wanted to find a place to hide again on the top of the mountain, one could spend the cold night, and the other was that she had to keep an eye on the villagers of Xiejian Village, and don't let them act rashly.

Shi Huaiyu knew that in order to save her master's life, she would do her best to protect Zhang Chang'an's tomb, and now he needed a moment.

He can't call Tang Jiahui now, once his whereabouts are known by Tang Jiahui, then Tang Jiayi will definitely know.

At that time, once the whereabouts are revealed, then, the trap designed by themselves, the people of the demon clan will not jump into it again.

And this Divine Pill, only Tang Jiahui can use the proper way to obtain it.

Shi Huaiyu imagined that Tang Jiahui could use the influence of his food factory to negotiate with the villagers here first, vigorously purchase the food and agricultural by-products here, and then use the funds to fund the archaeological team or cultural relics unit, and through auction or gift, obtain this Ning Shen Pill from the archaeological team or the Cultural Relics Bureau, so as to transfer it to the Zhuo family.

Shi Huaiyu's idea could only wait until seven days later, after those medical representatives such as Mai Enxi of Mindray Guoxiling Pharmaceutical Company, as well as Liao Zongnan and Zhao Shuai and others jumped into the trap, he could tell Tang Jiahui about this idea.

Shi Huaiyu thought in his heart, but the soles of his feet did not stop, what he lacked most now was time.

So, when he walked to the township of Xia Pimple, he saw that it was getting late and there was no shuttle, so he found a shop selling bicycles nearby, bought a bicycle, and immediately rushed to the county seat after riding the bicycle.

When he arrived at the county seat, it was already more than twelve o'clock in the evening, and the streets of the county town were empty at this time, he first looked for the hostel where he stayed last night, woke up the hostel owner Fat Tuo, opened a room, and did not want to talk about trivial matters with Fat Tuo, in Fat Tuo's puzzled look, he quickly approached the house, and did not turn on the light, sitting cross-legged on the hard bed, holding his knees with both hands, closing his eyes, and the whole person was like a settled person.

When he was thinking about how to decipher the patterns in the ancient tomb, he told himself how to decipher the ancient characters.

On the periphery of the Soul Lock Valley, the old Taoist priest also told him that all things should be guessed with his divine thoughts, and now, Xiao Dao Gu Luo Yuzhu is equivalent to teaching him by hand.

Now, he only needs to decipher the method that Xiao Dao Gu Luo Yuzhu gave him, word by word, to know those ancient words that he has seen in the past period of time.

Shi Huaiyu first recalled the characters on the sheepskin that the master handed over to him one by one, word by word, drawing in the air with his hands, each time he drew a word, Shi Huaiyu's mind showed the general things outlined by these lines, and through these things, the meaning of these characters was judged.

At the beginning, Shi Huaiyu needed to meditate for a long time to roughly guess the artistic conception outlined by these lines, and then he guessed more, and he slowly knew that these ancient words, like beautiful paintings, depicted the essence of everything in the world with a few strokes.

Although Shi Huaiyu didn't know the pronunciation of these words, Shi Huaiyu could roughly guess the meaning of the words according to what was depicted.

The ancient text, in the long river of time, has undergone many changes, and the pronunciation of some words is almost unrecognizable.

What's more, when ancient people made words, they were simply portrayed according to the things themselves, and they may not have had a pronunciation at the beginning, or in other words, the pronunciation was chaotic, and then there was a unified reading.

However, this did not prevent Shi Huaiyu from being able to read the meaning of these words.

On the sheepskin left by the master, in just a few dozen words, Shi Huaiyu can come up with a general meaning.

This is a letter left by an old man in ancient times, which is called a suicide note in modern times.

Roughly speaking, the old man felt that his end was approaching, and when he was dying, he hurriedly wrote the book, but he was worried about the empire and knew that in the near future, the whole kingdom would be divided into seven parts, so he warned the youngest child to cultivate hard, and when he achieved something in cultivation, he went somewhere to obtain the three-star Fantasy Divine Sword, so that he could reunify the empire in his lifetime.

The old man earnestly admonished that the way of heaven is orderly, the universe is measured, everything should not be forced, follow the needs of the heart, and must not be forced, beyond the scope of things to bear.

Reverence for heaven and earth is to love oneself.

It took Shi Huaiyu more than two hours to crack the characters on the sheepskin left by the grandfather, and he was coherent and coherent, and roughly knew the meaning of what was written on it.

Thinking of what happened during this period of time, as well as the information he got, Shi Huaiyu seemed to understand his life experience.

In ancient times, Shi Huaiyu may have been the child of the emperor of an empire, but before the collapse of the empire, the emperor died, and Shi Huaiyu devoted himself to cultivating the essence of the empire.

It's just that Shi Huaiyu is strange that he has experienced seven lives, why can he reappear again and again, is there any mystery in this?

Shi Huaiyu couldn't figure out the truth of this.

However, there is one thing that Shi Huaiyu can guess that the matter of the division and collapse of the empire written in the parchment book is actually what the old Taoist priest told him outside the Soul Lock Valley.

At that time, the Dayu Empire may have been unprecedentedly prosperous, and its civilization had reached a terrifying level.

On the entire home planet, there is a continent, and there is only one Dayu Empire on this road.

In the course of a high degree of civilization, the Dayu Empire finally discovered that the clansmen had been constantly absorbing energy from the surroundings, and the mother planet could no longer withstand such great pressure, and under the constant calculation and speculation of wizards, if the mother planet did not change, it might be absorbed by the black hole like other stars.

The emperor is also very distressed, according to the advice of the wizards, this continent on the home planet will be divided into seven large pieces, countless small pieces, and the land can be divided, but what about the people under his rule?

The emperor's decision has not yet been finally decided, but the mother planet is overwhelmed, and the emperor dies when he is exhausted.

After that, according to the advice of the wizards, the only continent on the home planet immediately split into seven large pieces.

The mighty continental movement caused a monstrous flood, and they never imagined that the flood would be far more fierce than they imagined.

A flood destroyed the civilization of the entire Dayu Empire, and the human race on the home planet multiplied and returned to a state of chaos.

The memory of the Dayu Empire, and all its history, vanished in the flood, leaving only vague legends, which are the source of modern ancient myths.