Seeing that I was sincere, the old man sighed and accepted the gift. Mingli finally struggled down, but he just stood aside with a cower, not daring to come out. I also told the old man in detail about the process of interacting with Mingli, of course, it is better not to say anything about beating Mingli, he can beat his son casually, others beat his son, it may not work, when he is a father, who does not protect his shortcomings.

I took some spiritual food and wine, called Xuan Da Hammer and Ming Li to operate, and set up a few large tables, and the whole clan was happier than the festival, it can be said that most of them have never tasted such fine wine and food. The whole ethnic group has a very old surname: Fuqiu. The old man's name is Fuqiu Rong, Mingli, in fact, it should be called Fuqiu Li.

Compared with the elated and colorful people of the other clansmen, Fuqiu Rong seemed very calm, and still maintained a dignity and vigilance in his politeness. I also knew that I couldn't be in a hurry, I didn't ask about the situation in the land of Jiujing, and at night he and Xuan Da Hammer were arranged in a stone house vacated by the clansmen, and Ming Li was taken by his father, I don't know where he went, and it is estimated that he will be tortured and questioned.

The next day, the two masters waited outside the house early, and sure enough, Mingli's face was a little swollen, his waist couldn't stand upright, he stood there faintly trembling, and he mourned for him in his heart, and it was not easy to say. Fu Qiu Rong clasped his fists and saluted: "The clan is so simple that the two Taoist friends laughed. "My generation of monks, just go with the flow, so I want to disturb your old man and the people, and I don't want to go." I also returned the salute with a fist and said a polite word. Isn't it time to say that the weather is so nice today, I secretly wondered to myself, I have to find a chance to let him understand my intentions, time is precious, I can't afford it. If you can't ask anything. It's a big deal to go straight to the land of nine wells.

Fu Qiu Rong laughed at himself: "The hands of people are short. Cannibalistic mouth is soft, Zhang Daoyou, please come with me. After saying that, I walked out of the stockade, I glanced at Mingli, the kid smiled, touched the wound, and his face twitched in pain, I understand. It's done. Following the path on the side of the cliff, after walking for a while, a huge tree stretched out from the cliff wall, twisted and circled, like a dragon about to take off, Fu Qiu Rong signaled, and the group flew up.

The cliff wall blocked by the giant tree is as smooth as a mirror, and Fuqiu Rong flicked his fingers. A drop of blood fell on it, and several handprints were made. Reciting the incantation, the drop of blood, like falling on the surface of the water, slowly rippled, the cliff wall like a mirror was dyed blood red, Fuqiu Rong let out a low cry, and suddenly made a complex handprint, a red light door appeared, he led the way through, behind the long passage, there was a huge grotto, on the top, the four walls embedded with many pearls, making the space very bright.

In the center of the grotto is a small altar with a stone tablet on it, which is only engraved: Fuqiu clan. Three words, behind the altar are many statues, Fu Qiu Rong went up to the three pillars of incense, and said silently: "Zhang Daoyou, you can take a look first." After speaking, his face was sad, and he stared at the stone tablet.

After turning to the altar, I glanced at it, and I was shocked, several statues in the front row were clearly standard Terran monks, all dressed as scribes, elegant and graceful, or holding a book, or holding a pen, and gradually the statues changed, and scales and horns began to appear on the head, and the hands became sharp and clawed, and they were demonized. "These are the remains of the patriarchs of the past, and I will soon be at the back of the line. Fuqiu Rong spoke quietly, "Are you Terran?" I asked, puzzled, "Hehe, are we still Terran?" he replied very indistinctly. "Why is this so?" I asked, but he didn't answer.

I turned my head to look around, and found that there were many pictures carved on the four walls, although they were old, but they were blessed with secret methods, and they were still clear. With that, he stepped aside.

In the first few paintings, depicting the blessed land of Lingshan, birds hovering in the sky, mountains and forests, waterfalls and springs, cities and villages, people working together, all kinds of monks walking through the air, or soaring clouds and fog, or stepping on magic weapons, or riding demon beasts, a peaceful scene of prosperity and glory. Immediately after the sudden change in the style of painting, filled with unease, fear, and despair, the sky is like being scattered, sometimes thunder flashes, sometimes it is pitch black, sometimes all kinds of light reflect each other, the sky is full of blood rain, mixed with huge corpses and debris, falling from the sky, the earth collapses, floods, forest fires, a scorched earth, wailing crowds, fleeing monks, demon beasts, connected together, a scene of apocalypse, hell on earth.

Others may not understand it, but I understand that 10,000 years ago, the catastrophe of the Azure Star was reproduced with the eyes and pen of the Fuqiu clan. Although it is only a very small part, it is intuitive, which shows its cruelty and tragedy. It is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster, and the saints are unkind, and the people are used as dogs.

After the macro depiction, the next step is to show the family history of the Fuqiu clan, somewhere in Lingshan, scattered with several villages, a tall tower towering in the middle, and the plaque has a glittering big letter: Fuqiu Library. Many people came in and out, and in the square in front of the tower, there were monks flying around. The next picture is a scribe in the tower, smiling, looking out in front of the window, the scene below is thousands, prosperous, and a poem is mentioned next to it: Sky Blue Treasure Ground, Nine Wells on the Twelfth Floor, Immortals Help Me Top, Knot Hair and Receive Eternal Life.

The next one, under the catastrophe of the end of the world, the Fuqiu study tower is suspended in the air, forming a protective enchantment, but the book building has countless cracks, almost shattered, several scribes cast spells to support it, and within the enchantment, the clansmen are terrified, and there is also a poem: The grass and trees shake the murderous spirit, the stars have no brilliance, the white bones become hills and mountains, what is the crime of the common people?

What is the crime of the common people? Heaven has fallen into misfortune, and they are powerless to protect themselves, so they are so desolate to ask. sighed in my heart, the law of heaven, the survival of the strong, who believes in tears, why bother, why bother, ask more. In the next picture, humiliation and sadness, a big hand descends from the sky, and there are words in the palm: Give you and other generations as slaves, can you hold it? Under the big hand, the Fuqiu clan bows down. The last one is basically a depiction of the current ethnic group, and there is also a poem inscribed next to it: The aura becomes a cold valley, the smoke is gray in life and death, the ascendant is gone, and the ants are still breathing.

The past of the bereaved family is vivid, telling the scenery of the predecessors and the Cangsang of the descendants. Even Ming Li was inexplicably sad, he maybe, it was the first time he came here to learn about the changes and secrets of the race. "I don't know much about what happened back then", Fuqiu Rong slowly recounted, Fuqiu clan was a scholarly family, but also a Xiuzhen Wang clan, this place was known as the land of the blue sky and the starry sky, and it was a center of monks' activities.

After the catastrophe, the dead died, and those who fled fled, and this place became a place of death, a Jedi, and a forbidden place. And the remnants of the Fuqiu clan, for some reason, were left behind by the supreme existence, and became the so-called array slaves, time passed, and was eroded by the mysterious power of the forbidden land, the bloodline and soul, and the body underwent abnormal changes, and the cultivation of the clan can only be carried out by absorbing a certain power of the forbidden land. (To be continued......)