"What a pity."

Hearing that Zhaowu sighed deeply.

Looking towards Wanning County with nostalgia.

His eyes were filled with regret and regret.

The old Ibis saint was in tears, and with a bit of hoarseness and crying, he wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and then bowed to the ground: "It's the old slave who is incompetent."

Wen Zhaowu quickly supported the old man who was about to jump down.

He shook his head and said: "It is only right that such an opportunity should be coveted by a stronger person. It is not easy for the suspected powerful monk who Ibis has tried his best to kill no longer takes action. How can I blame him?"

Ibis Lao Sheng was not acting, but he really felt helpless.

That opportunity was found by the elders at a great cost.

Even an old saint like him followed him personally and tried to rob it, but to his surprise, he was still no match for Tianshu.

If there is no such great opportunity, how can the young master make his way in a sect with many talented people?

As an old saint who was loyal to the Wen family and now became the protector of the young master, he was probably missing a big step forward.

Recalling the person he fought with, fear flashed in the eyes of the Old Ibis Saint.

A drop of demon blood transformed him into a true saint, and no one believed him even if he told him.

Is there really a Taoist Lord coming to this forbidden land?

The old ibis saint was shocked and doubtful, but secretly shook his head.

There should be no Dao Lord in person, at most there is a terrifying Dharma Body similar to the demon blood incarnation.

"let's go."

"Since there is no chance, don't miss it. I have not only prepared this opportunity, but also others similar to it. As long as I can get one, it will be enough to go back and do business."

Wen Zhaowu smiled and then said: "Don't talk about the chance, even if there is nothing, my talent is enough to be at the top of the Taoist list."

The Old Ibis Saint cupped his hands and said, "Young Master can still see clearly."

"If there is anything unclear, you still need to be strong to make iron."

"I'm so lucky to kick the steel plate of Shentetsu when I go out..."

Wen Zhaowu waved his hand unhappily.

…

In front of the desk.

After drinking for three rounds, Zhao Qingyi suddenly stood up.

His face was solemn as never before, and it was completely filled with a strange color.

He didn't say anything, just stood there.

a long time.

He finally said leisurely: "What he is looking for is a bronze mask."

"It was passed down from my ancestors."

Suddenly, the color in Zhao Qingyi's eyes bloomed and enveloped Shou He, and said: "Brother Shou, you understand, don't you?"

Shou He nodded: "I understand."

"Because there are objects passed down from my ancestors."

"But it was sold in my father's time. Then he went to Beijing to take the high school entrance examination and became an official in the capital. It seemed that he had completely forgotten me when I was still in the country. A few years ago, he had a premonition that he was going to die and asked me to come to the capital. So

I came, but he still died. Before he died, he said he had found an official position for me."

"The arresting commander of Wanning County is in the seventh rank."

"Before leaving, he told me that what he missed most was me and the ancestral item he sold."

Shou He held the wine glass and spoke very calmly, as if he was telling someone else's story, but he kept staring at the dark face reflected in the wine glass.

"Brother, where is your mother?"

"Remarried."

"That person kicked me out because they thought I ate too much, but I didn't go back."

"Later I learned a skill."

Zhao Qingyi suddenly no longer sympathized with Shou He, but gave a thumbs up, his eyes filled with admiration.

What a stubborn kid he was once, and what a tough guy he is now. He kept silent, but he was able to settle down and make a living. In addition, with the help of the old gods now, he will rise to prominence from now on.

"The bronze mask was supposed to be hidden in a secret room of the building."

"My little brother has just arrived. Before the resettlement has been carried out, strangers come looking for me."

"Let's go, brother, come with me to have a look."

Saying that, Zhao Qingyi grabbed Shou He's wrist.

Just like that, he looked over in surprise.

The man with the dark face was still holding the wine glass, motionless.

He said with a smile: "How can I see my brother's family heirloom?"

"Just keep it."

Zhao Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then bowed and said: "Brother is a righteous man, but this man is not guilty of carrying a jade in his possession."

"The man I'm looking for today will come one day, and someone even more powerful will come looking for me. If the old god doesn't take action then, my whole family will be gone."

"I want to invite my brother to see it, and even more so, I want to ask the old god to see it."

Shou He pondered and asked in his heart: "What does the old god say?"

"look."

Tushanjun doesn't even bother.

It's because they are unreasonable if they don't take it seriously.

Qi and blood surge.

The bloody mist spreads.

An iron boot fell into the blue brick ground, and Tushanjun walked out of the soul flag with his hands behind his back.

"Walk."

Zhao Qingyi was overjoyed.

As expected, the old god hid beside Brother Shou.

He didn't know exactly what the reason was. It might have something to do with the soul flags on the shop floor. However, he forced himself not to think about it, not to inquire or inquire. Only in this way can he be aware of current affairs.

Go through the long corridor in the backyard.

The three of them came to an ancestral hall.

Zhao Qingyi entered the ancestral hall and worshiped again and again while holding incense.

Just now I took out a bronze mask from the secret box of the ancestral tablet.

The mask is large enough to cover a full face.

Simple yet timeless, it seems to have transcended time and space since ancient times.

The mask was mottled with blood and rusted, as if it was a rubbing from the face of a god.

It's obviously just a mask, but I can feel an inexplicable gaze on it.

Zhao Qingyi held up the bronze mask.

There is a martial arts scripture engraved on the inside.

"This is an object passed down from my ancestors."

Zhao Qingyi handed the bronze mask to Tu Shanjun.

Tu Shanjun took the mask and looked at the scriptures inside, feeling a little surprised.

This is actually an ancient Chinese proverb.

What is written above is not a martial arts scripture at all, but the "Tianjun Qi Watching Technique". Of course, if you practice according to the charm above, you can also strengthen your body.

??????????.??????

Seeing the Ghost Saint in the corner looking surprised.

Zhao Qingyi asked nervously: "Old god, do you know the words on this? Did it say who my ancestors were and where they came from? Can I continue to practice this martial arts scripture, and what state can I reach?"

"Your ancestors...are not natives of the Forbidden Land."

Tu Shanjun used the powerful spiritual consciousness of the Holy King to forcefully read the scriptures, and he was able to use it in an instant.
To be continued...