Amid low cries, the Iron Crown Sect disciple who rushed up to the mountain knelt down on the ground, and the surrounding disciples were also in mourning.~
Yang Ji looked at all this with pity in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and then returned to his residence.
In the next few days, casualties continued to appear.
More and more casualties began to be reported, and the situation was far more serious than imagined. There was not much Yang Ji could do but to improve his strength while waiting for news.
"Pulling!"
Three days later, a night falcon with sharp eyes flapped its wings and landed in front of Yang Ji's window.
"finally reached."
Yang Ji sat on the ground, looking at the night falcon that suddenly appeared on the window lattice and let out a sigh of relief. The historian's reply was much slower than expected.
However, Yang Ji is not surprised. With the rigorous style of historians, when encountering such a thing, he will definitely check and visit again before replying to him.
"I don't know if what Elder Xing said is true."
After waiting for a few days, when Night Falcon actually returned with the news, Yang Ji found that he felt a little uneasy.
Yang Ji had great hopes for the Confucian and Taoist treasures deep in the Wanfenling Mountains. "There is nothing to believe", Elder Xing said with certainty, and it was by no means as simple as a legend.
The era of literature and Taoism has long gone, and the so-called supreme treasure of Confucianism and Taoism has become extinct.
The legend of Wanfenling is related to the safety of the Tieguan sect, Langya County, warriors, ordinary people... and all the people living in the eastern border.
And after finally getting a piece of news about a Confucian treasure, Yang Ji definitely didn't want this to be just another unconfirmed and fictitious legend.
Yang Jicheng stood up, strode to the window, took the letter from Night Falcon, unfolded it and read it carefully.
The historian's handwriting is as tough as usual, square and meticulous, just like the elder's teachings, which are before his eyes.
Yang Ji held his breath and looked at it carefully.
The historian did not answer directly, but first asked about Yang Ji's academic status and whether he was preparing to take the literary test in July.
Then he mentioned the legend of the Confucian and Taoist treasures of Wanfenling that Yang Ji was most concerned about.
The historian spent most of his life in the imperial capital, and his stay in Langya County was not very long. However, he has always paid attention to the things left by those Confucian and Taoist sages.
Regarding the legend of Confucian treasures deep in the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge mentioned by Yang Ji, since receiving the letter, the historian has paid a special visit to several surviving Confucian scholars in Langya County who are not well-known but have very senior qualifications.
After repeated confirmations, he finally confirmed one thing:
Regardless of whether this matter is true or not, there is at least one thing that the elders of the Tieguan Sect were right about. The legend that Confucian treasures are buried in "Wanfenling" has been around for a long time, and it does not start now.
As early as before the historians, and even before the Han Dynasty, this saying was circulated among Confucian and Taoist teachers and students in Langya County.
It is said that Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge has been a battlefield for several epochs, and the injustice there is very serious, even in the ancient literary sage era.
Those powerful literary saints sensed the resentment and foresaw the wars and destructions that would follow for several eras after the literary saints' era, so they left behind a treasure to suppress the resentful spirits and resolve the hostility within them.
Very early on, not long after the Wen Sage Era collapsed, there was even a Confucian master who had seen the treasure left behind and wrote down "notes" as evidence.
In this dynasty, Langya County once had a profound imperial master who was attracted by the literary spirit and sensed the literary spirit underground in Wanfenling.
However, both Wen Sheng and the Imperial Master were weaklings without the strength to restrain themselves in this era when Confucianism and Taoism declined and Wen Sheng became a legend.
Even if there is such a thing in Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge, it is not something that ordinary Confucian and Taoist disciples can pry into.
From this perspective, historians cannot confirm whether there is really that thing under Wanfenling.
At the end of the reply, the historian seemed to have guessed Yang Ji's thoughts. He did not advise Yang Ji not to go, but asked Yang Ji to be cautious and think twice before making any move.
"It seems that there is a 70% to 80% chance that the thing at the bottom of Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge is real."
After Yang Ji read the letter sent from Pingchuan City by his historian, he felt relieved and thought to himself.
Although Literary Dao is not strong, Confucianism is famous for being rigorous and cautious, with various books, biographies, notes, miscellaneous talks... very systematic.
The inheritance of culture and knowledge is extremely detailed.
For example, martial arts sects still have sectarian opinions and are obsessed with classics and paintings, and martial arts is not open to everyone. However, literature and Taoism are different. All books are open to everyone as long as you have access to them.
Therefore, it is by no means comparable to martial arts sects in terms of detailed and complete inheritance.
Deviations in book borrowing are inevitable, but the deviations cannot be too great.
Although the historian only confirmed the existence of this legend but did not confirm it, Yang Ji was already sure that there was a real possibility that there was such a thing under the Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge.
It’s just that Yang Ji doesn’t know what it is yet.
"There is a 10% chance that it is worth trying. If there is a 70% to 80% chance, I will go to Ten Thousand Tombs Ridge no matter what."
Yang Ji held the historian's reply letter and thought to himself.
Taking advantage of the fact that the elders of the sect had not yet been recruited, Yang Ji stepped up his training. After successfully completing the first level of training in the "Sword Code", Yang Ji finally completed all of his "natal magic weapons".
Yang Ji's strength has been rising steadily, and it has improved a lot on the basis of its original strength.
"clang!"
The loud bells echoed in the peaks. In the main hall on the top of the mountain, Yang Ji finally received the call from the sect elders.
"Yang Ji, how are you preparing?"
Yang Ji met several elders again. Compared with a few days ago, the elders looked much more haggard.
"Disciples are ready and ready to go at any time."
Yang Ji lowered his head and said respectfully.
"very good."
The two elders nodded:
"Originally, you have just returned from taking part in the martial arts examination, so you should not be recruited. But you have also seen the situation of the sect. Now we must use all available forces."
"The elders are worried, but the disciples understand."
Yang Jigong said.
There are more and more underworld creatures around the Iron Crown Sect. After killing one wave after another, it seems that they can't kill them all. Those underworld creatures have not been solved, but the situation of the Iron Crown Sect is getting more and more difficult, and the number of casualties among the disciples is increasing. more.
Last night, Yang Ji even heard that an evil ghost from the underworld broke into the second floor of Tieguan Mountain where the "elder brothers" lived.
These evil spirits were able to successfully enter the second level training ground on Iron Crown Mountain. It can be imagined how short the Iron Crown Sect is in manpower and how loose the defense is.
Among the remaining Iron Crown Sect disciples, this incident caused a lot of shock and panic.
"Um."
Only the voices of two elders were heard in the main hall:
"This matter is not trivial. It involves another dimension and has a certain degree of danger. Due to the sect's rules, I cannot give you too many rewards, but I can still give you some things."
Elder Xing opened his palm, and in the palm of his hand, which was covered with palm lines, appeared a bright red elixir the size of a pigeon egg. The elixir radiated red light, and a strange fragrance hit his face.
"This is a general-level qi-replenishing pill. Just one pill can replenish the vitality in your body. If your blood qi is exhausted and you are in trouble, this can be regarded as giving you a second chance to escape with your life."
"Thank you, elder!"
Yang Ji was overjoyed.
This is really an unexpected gain. The energy in "The Book of Great Confucianism" has been exhausted in the martial arts examination, and it has not been replenished due to lack of time.
Yang Ji was originally worried about what to do, but he didn't expect that the superiors of the sect would actually reward him with a general-level "Qi-Building Pill".
"Yang Ji, don't be too happy. This pill can only work when you are under siege. It will be useless if you encounter a particularly powerful opponent, such as the Skeleton Ghost King."
Elder Xing looked at Yang Ji in the audience, and the worry in his eyes had not diminished much:
"And we have received news that not only the evil ghosts of the underworld, but also those evil warriors have begun to wade into this troubled water. Many of us have already found their traces."
"Buzz!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall became a little quiet, and one could almost hear a pin drop.
Yang Ji's heart sank slightly. The news that Elder Xing said was something he had never known before. Looking at the dove-egg-sized Qi Replenishing Pill in Elder Xing's palm, Yang Ji suddenly understood why the sect would give such a reward.
This is probably not because he is worried about his exhaustion of vitality and lack of blood. It is simply because he is worried about those evil warriors.
The evil warriors are different from those unintelligent evil ghosts in the underworld. They are cruel and cunning. This outbreak of underworld creatures is a rare opportunity. How can someone with the style of the evil way give up this opportunity to take advantage of the situation? (To be continued, please search for Piaotian literature and novels.