Tang Muyang ignored the words behind Huang Lao, who were obviously flattering the Daxia clan. What he really cared about was the blood curse.

As far as he knows, the first generation of Xuanwu King was just an imperial warrior. Although he had the ability to curse people, his bloodline curse was the most difficult of all the curse. After all, it could affect the descendants of the person being cursed, which was not something that the imperial warrior could do.

At least he must be a saint! There are at least tens of millions of people in the Daxia clan. If you want to curse so many people, the person who puts the curse cannot be an ordinary saint. Only the saint's later cultivation level can barely achieve it.

This means.

The first generation of Xuanwu King was definitely not the one who wrote the curse.

Even in the entire Xuanwu Domain, no one could give a blood curse on the Daxia clan.

Since he is not the Xuanwu King, who is the person who puts the curse?

Can't figure it out.

Tang Muyang planned to find an opportunity to see the history of the Great Xia tribe, and perhaps he could find clues from the records from thousands of years ago.

So, when passing by a bookstore.

Tang Muyang shouted to Mr. Huang: "Stop."

Just finished speaking.

The carriage stopped steadily in front of the bookstore.

Tang Muyang got out of the car and walked into the bookstore.

There are not many people in the store, and there is only one young girl at the front desk, reading a book.

Suddenly, there was a layer of shadow on the book.

The young girl raised her head and chuckled at Tang Muyang, "Please invite the guest inside, I wonder what book the guest wants to buy?"

"Do you have historical books?"

Tang Muyang asked.

“Of course there is.”

The young girl nodded, got up and walked out of the bookstore: "Please follow me."

Tang Muyang nodded and followed the young girl.

Soon, the young girl took him to a bookshelf on the second floor and smiled and said, "The history books are all here. I wonder which year do you want?"

"I'll take a look first."

As he said that, Tang Muyang's eyes quickly scanned the bookshelf.

But as he looked, his brows frowned.

“No longer?”

He asked.

There are many books that record history here, but they do not want it. The oldest classic only records the events of the beginning of the establishment of Daxia City.

"No."

The young girl shook her head, as if she understood Tang Muyang's thoughts, and her eyes became a little sad: "If you are looking for records from a thousand years ago, go to 'Taishi Pavilion'. Except there, no other bookstore can find what you want."

"Thank you."

Tang Muyang smiled at the kind-hearted girl and said, "I want to read books about biographies, are there any?"

"some."

The young girl nodded, led Tang Muyang to the side, pointed to a row of bookshelf and said, "The records on this floor are all ancestors who have made great contributions to our clan."

"good."

Tang Muyang nodded and sent the little girl away, he looked over it.

Until all the biography of the characters were read, he could not find any records about the Saint of Zhongtian, so he went back and checked the history books, but still found only a few words about the Saint of Zhongtian in the classics.

What's going on?

He probably found nothing wrong.

The current Daxia people are descendants of the Zhongtian Saint, but why can't they find any records about him?

Could it be... someone deliberately erased the traces of his existence! Who could it be?

Daxia people?

Or is it a man who curses the Great Xia clan?

No matter what, it is impossible to find the news that I want in an ordinary bookstore, so Tang Muyang stopped stopping and walked downstairs.

At the front desk, when he saw Tang Muyang going downstairs empty, the young girl was not dissatisfied, but instead sent him out with a smile.

Seeing this, Tang Muyang felt a little embarrassed.

After thinking about it, he took out a bag and handed it to the young girl.

"ah?"

The young girl didn't expect such a surprise and couldn't help but be stunned. She then wanted to return the bag to Tang Muyang. After all, she was just doing her job and did not want to get the benefits for nothing.

However, before she could take action, Tang Muyang said, "Practice well and with your talent, it is not difficult to become a grand master of the Xuan Realm."

The moment the words fell.

Tang Muyang boarded the carriage.

The young girl was stunned for a while before she realized that she hurriedly checked the bag in her hand and found that it was densely packed with spirit stones, and was stunned again.

After a moment.

She came back to her senses again and wanted to find Tang Muyang, but there was Tang Muyang's figure on the street, so she just bowed gratitude to the place where the carriage was just stopped: "Thank you senior! Junior... I will definitely not let your expectations down."

...In the carriage, Tang Muyang didn't know what the young girl was thinking.

He gave the little girl a spirit stone purely because she was very good at treating herself, so he wanted to help her. After all, the little girl had a good talent, but she was still a martial artist in the realm of transformation, which means that she didn't have many cultivation resources.

The thousand spirit stones I left for her were enough for her to cultivate to the mysterious realm.

Time passes by quickly.

In a blink of an eye.

Half a day passed.

Tang Muyang and Huang Lao also visited Daxia City.

After gaining a general understanding of the layout of Daxia City, he said to Mr. Huang: "You go buy a house, I plan to live here for a while."

“Yes, Master!”

Mr. Huang took the order and left.

Half an hour later, Mr. Huang came back and took Tang Muyang to the house he just bought.

Next, Tang Muyang lived in Daxia City.

In addition to consolidating one's cultivation every day, he goes to the "Taishi Pavilion" to find the news he wants.

Taishi Pavilion is the highest institution of learning for the Daxia tribe.

Originally, only students with excellent grades could enter the Taishi Pavilion to read classics, but when Tang Muyang showed his identity as a warrior, the officials of the Taishi Pavilion were directly released.

The warrior has a high status in the Great Xia tribe.

After all, the Great Xia tribe is located on the edge of Xuanwu Domain, and there are many monsters here. Although they are not strong, they are not something ordinary people can compete with. The reason why Daxia City has its current prosperity is thanks to the protection of warriors.

Therefore, the people here worship and respect for warriors more than in other places.

The classics in the Taishi Pavilion are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke.

Even with Tang Muyang's huge mental power, he could not read all the classics in a short time.

On this day, Tang Muyang went to Taishi Pavilion again.

This is the seventeenth day he has come to Taishi Pavilion.

Come to Taishi Pavilion.

As usual, after saying hello to the officials of Taishi Pavilion, he got into the sea of ​​books.

Half a day later, the sun had set.

Tang Muyang put the classics in his hand back on the bookshelf, and his face was filled with a look of disappointment.

He has read all the books in Taishi Pavilion.

Unfortunately, there was still no news about the saint of Zhongtian.

There are some records of the great changes of the Great Xia tribe a thousand years ago, but unfortunately they were too vague and only a few words said that one day, a giant fell from the sky and waved his hand to the Great Xia tribe, and then the Great Xia tribe lost his martial arts talent.

Isn't this nonsense?
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