Ye Zhong continued to talk eloquently: "If these records are the inheritance records of dynasties, they are called historical records, such as Shi Ji, Han History, Qin History, etc. But when it comes to the inheritance of sects and sects, they are usually written by the ancestors.

,hand notes, records, secret techniques, or secret books and other forms of inheritance."

When Ye Zhong explained this, Zhao Yaxuan immediately understood.

Taoist priest Xuanwu agreed with Ye Zhong's words and nodded with his beard in approval.

He then entered the inner hall, took out a copy of "Zhenwu Biography" from a wooden box and handed it to Ye Zhong.

"Master Ye, you will understand everything after reading the words attached to this biography of Master Mo."

Ye Chong knew that "Zhenwu Biography and Practice Records" was a treasure left by Emperor Zhenwu.

The texture of this book is simple and simple. The words on the title page are even more quiet and refined, and the aroma of ancient ink is strong. You can tell it is a Taoist treasure at a glance.

Such a precious thing would never be seen by outsiders.

Taoist Master Xuanwu regarded him as his own Taoist disciple and treated him with the courtesy of "teacher". There was no doubt that he did not regard him as an outsider at all.

If you show Ye Zhong "Zhenwu Zhuan Xilu" to read, you will naturally trust him.

After all, Ye Zhong also has another identity, that is, he is the direct disciple of Taoist Master surnamed He in a certain Taoist temple.

With this identity, Ye Zhong's status in the Taoist sect is higher than that of Taoist Master Xuanwu who has lived for a century.

Out of respect, Ye Zhong glanced at the text written by a Taoist named Mo hundreds of years ago at the place instructed by Taoist Priest Xuanwu.

"I went to Prime Minister Jiang's Mansion to slay demons for a few days. I will return to the mountain gate a month later. If I don't return, I will bury him in a tomb..." Ye Chong saw this and understood immediately.

Taoist priest surnamed Mo had already anticipated the outcome when he set out for Prime Minister Jiang's home.

"Immeasurable merit!"

Ye Zhong clasped his hands together and performed a Taoist ceremony to show respect for Taoist Master Mo.

"How's it going? Things are already clear. If Master Ye is willing to go to the Jiang family and conquer the demons, not only can he recover the spiritual bones of my Taoist ancestors in Xuanwu Temple, but he can also help the Jiang family eradicate evil spirits. Most importantly,

The best thing is that you can also get the Taoist Daoxuan Sword, also called Tianxuan Sword! Is Master Ye interested in this?"

Ye Chong sucked in a breath of cold air from between his teeth.

Hundreds of years ago, the Patriarch surnamed Mo was martyred for Taoism and died there. Hundreds of years later, if the monster that destroyed the Jiang family's feng shui is still causing trouble, then its cultivation is definitely not something that mortals can approach.

However, firstly in order to thank Taoist Priest Xuanwu for his kindness, and secondly in order to obtain a useful weapon, Ye Zhong decided to carefully consider Taoist Priest's suggestion.

Then he and Zhao Yaxuan returned to the city.

"Ah, the air in the mountains is so fresh. I've only been here for half a day, and I don't want to come down anymore. When I came back to the city, it was lively and noisy, and it just felt like the tranquility in the mountains was missing. I'm still a little unaccustomed to it, Ye Chong

, have you ever felt this way?”

Miss Zhao, Zhao Yaxuan, held Ye Zhong's hand and walked out of the car to rest happily.

We played for another half an hour and then continued on our way back to the city.

After arriving at the apartment, Zhao Yaxuan went back to work on the board of directors of Zhao Group after taking a day's rest.

When he returned to the apartment where he lived with Ye Chong, he found that Ye Chong had left a letter for him.

"Yaxuan, I have gone to Jiang's house with Taoist Priest Xuanwu, and it will probably take half a month to return. Please take good care of yourself. Ye Chongzi!"

"This Ye Chong, why didn't he just tell me directly in front of me and leave? He left a note here. What did he say? Who do you think I am? We have been living together for such a long time. Is it possible?

Do you still treat me as an outsider? I am the daughter of the Zhao Group, and I can’t stand you, Ye Chong."

Zhao Yaxuan put down the note and immediately dialed Ye Zhong's number.

"The number you dialed is not in the service area, please call again later."

"The number you dialed is not in the service area, please call again later."

…

Zhao Yaxuan dialed Ye Zhong's number three times in a row, but received only a mechanical answer. It seemed that Ye Zhong had now arrived at the ancestral land of the Jiang family.

But what kind of place can’t even have a phone signal and can’t even make calls?

Zhao Yaxuan showed a thoughtful expression.

——

Shencheng, Jiang family.

After being introduced by Taoist priest Xuanwu, a representative of the Jiang family came out to greet Ye Chong.

As soon as the firecrackers went off, dozens of elderly people walked out of a century-old ancestral house. All of them were descendants of the Jiang family. But none of these very famous old people in the family were direct descendants.

Due to problems with the feng shui of the ancestral graves, all three direct descendants died suddenly in more than ten years.

This has become a hidden pain for this big family.

Now the Jiang family is presided over by a ninety-year-old man named Jiang Shidao. I heard that when the family tree was compiled last year, Mr. Jiang was the "head of the clan." In the Jiang family, he has a very high status. But because he is a concubine,

, Mr. Jiang is a little inferior to his identity.

But after all, it is because of the family. Mr. Jiang takes great care of his direct descendants.

"Grandpa, the old Taoist priest has brought a young Taoist priest here. They are here!"

After the firecrackers had finished setting off, a young man in yellow cotton put down his hand covering his ears, then helped an old man in his sixties who came out with a cane, and came to Taoist Priest Xuanwu and Ye Zhong.

"Taoist Master, you are well."

"Hello, Mrs. Jiang."

"Hey, old man, old man. This is..."

"This is Master Ye, the master I wrote to you some time ago and told you about in the letter."

"Oh, it's true that a hero comes from a young age. This master is so young, but he can actually be recognized by Taoist Master Xuanwu. The Taoist Master even calls you Master Ye. It's amazing, I admire you!"

"Mr. Jiang, you're welcome! My little friend, how old are you?"

"12 years old! I am a direct descendant of the Jiang family, but unfortunately his father... Oh, no more, no more. Jiang Zhong, hurry up and call Taoist Xuanwu and Master Ye."

"Hello, Master Xuanwu! Hello, Master Ye!"

"Grandpa, this little brother is so handsome. He also carries a wooden sword on his back. He looks just like the people on TV. He is so handsome. I also want a wooden sword to play with!"

Ye Zhong took off the emergency mahogany sword behind him, patted Jiang Zhong on the head, and then while Taoist Master Xuanwu was talking to Old Master Jiang, he raised his fingers and used the yin and yang technique to tell Jiang Zhong a fortune.

Suddenly, Ye Chong's eyebrows jumped.

It seemed like something was happening.

"Mr. Jiang, the weather is cool today, and the wood wind is afraid of fire. Jiang Zhong's zodiac sign is tiger, and this is his zodiac year. Don't let him play with fire! Stay away from red vermilion, orange, purple, and pink. Let him wear the red dress
Chapter completed!