Summary of the previous chapter: Lu Xian and Mao Gang were actively preparing to hunt for treasure the next day, and Ma Xiaoquan became friends with Yang Liang. No, Ma Xiaoquan was invited to the inn where Yang Liang was staying to prepare.
After talking freely, who knows that Yang Liang's two children are not very welcoming to Ma Xiaoquan...
Ma Xiaoquan did not continue to think deeply. After all, this was someone else's family matter. Even if someone else's family was turned upside down, it had nothing to do with him.
The four of them entered the upper room. After Yang Binger carefully closed the upper room, she and her brother stood behind Yang Liang.
Yang Liang stood up and poured a cup of tea for Ma Xiaoquan and said politely: "Brother Ma, please drink. I brought this tea from home."
Ma Xiaoquan picked up the teacup, took a sip gently, gave a thumbs up and said: "Good tea!" As he said that, Ma Xiaoquan poured himself three more cups in a row and drank each cup.
Yang Liang nodded: "Brother Ma, do you want to know about my family?"
Ma Xiaoquan hummed: "If it's convenient for Brother Tianming to talk, I would naturally like to understand."
Yang Liang sighed and slowly introduced his family to Ma Xiaoquan:
It turns out that Yang Liang's family is not big. In addition to the three of them, there are two other people who went out to do business this time. Those two people went to Yecheng. The purpose of their trip was to find Ma Xiaoquan and then find out about the solar recorder.
Of course, Yang Liang's family doesn't know what solar energy is. They call the thing painted on the parchment a "magic mirror". As the name suggests, it can be used as a mirror and can display words when the sun shines on it...
...As for why his family wanted this thing, Yang Liang didn't say it. Ma Xiaoquan could also see it, so he couldn't say it.
"Haha..." After listening to Yang Liang's story, Ma Xiaoquan smiled and said, "If I guess correctly, the second patriarch that Brother Tianming mentioned before is not the top leader of your family, right?"
Yang Liang's eyes flashed for a moment, and he said with a look of disappointment: "To be honest, the family sent me and five other people out at this time, firstly to look for you, Brother Ma, and secondly, to find the patriarch of my family."
"Oh, what happened to the patriarch of your family? Isn't he here?"
Yang Liang shook his head: "I don't know, it's been many years. Over the years, we have always said that the big patriarch is no longer alive, but the second patriarch doesn't believe it and insists on asking us to find it... This is not...
..." Yang Liang said and laughed, his face full of depression.
Ma Xiaoquan asked: "If I have time, I would like to visit your second clan leader. I wonder if Brother Tianming can recommend him?"
Just as Yang Liang was about to speak, Yang Bing'er said: "You still want to see our second grandfather, and we don't know you..."
Yang Liang coughed: "Binger"
Yang Binger lowered her head and stopped talking.
Ma Xiaoquan laughed and said: "Brother Tianming must have noticed that you are looking for me, thinking that if you find me you can find the things on the sheepskin, and I am also looking for the things on the sheepskin. Among them, I think Tianming
Brother, you should understand something, right?"
Yang Liang thought for a while and murmured: "When I was very young, I once saw the patriarch bringing a person to the family. On the surface, that person didn't look like anything, but the patriarch called him Master...
..."
"Master?" A picture of Sun Wukong and Tang Seng suddenly appeared in Ma Xiaoquan's mind.
"Pah!" Ma Xiaoquan patted his head and said, "So, does that person whom you patriarch calls master have any special appearance?"
Yang Liang shook his head: "It's been too long. I was still young at that time, and I've probably forgotten it now. However, in our family, there is a portrait of the patriarch, the master..."
Ma Xiaoquan said oh, and became more determined to visit the Yang family.
"Brother Ma, what do you want with the things painted on this sheepskin?"
Ma Xiaoquan said: "Because it's mine, of course I want to get my own things back."
"Nonsense!" Yang Bing'er suddenly interjected, "Damn it, my second grandfather said that the things painted on the sheepskin belong to our Yang family and were left behind by our great grandfather. How do you say they are yours?"
Ma Xiaoquan was not angry and said slowly: "It's very simple, because I know how to use that thing!"
Yang Liang's eyes widened and he said a little excitedly: "Do you really know?"
Ma Xiaoquan nodded: "Of course, I can also understand the words displayed on that thing. Oh, only I can understand it."
Yang Liang fell silent upon hearing this.
When Yang Liang was young, he saw the patriarch playing with that thing, but no matter how the patriarch played with it, his master remained silent and never mentioned him. At that time, Yang Liang was curious and came over to take a look. Except for that
There are a lot of unintelligible characters on it, as well as a lot of symbols...
Yang Liang thought to himself: How does Ma Xiaoquan know that there are words on that thing? Could it be that... he really knows how to use it? Is that thing really his?
Thinking of this, Yang Liang chuckled and said politely: "Brother Ma, does he have any news about that thing?"
Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand helplessly and said: "If there was, I would have gotten it by now!"
Yang Liang thought to himself: Regardless of whether what he said is true or not, it seems that it is necessary to go back and report the situation to the second clan leader.
Yang Liang said: "Haha, that's all I can say. Don't mind Brother Ma. If anything happens, I will come to you. I hope Brother Ma won't dislike it."
Ma Xiaoquan stood up, raised his hand to Yang Liang and said: "Brother Tianming is too polite. It's too late. I think I'd better leave first. If anything happens, Brother Tianming can find me at any time. As for how to find me,
I, you know..."
Yang Liang nodded, stood up, and politely sent Ma Xiaoquan off.
As soon as Ma Xiaoquan left, Yang Liang's face immediately darkened. He reached out and picked up the teapot on the table, opened the teapot lid, and sniffed it gently.
"Bing'er, are you sure you let Juemingsan go?"
Yang Bing'er nodded firmly: "My second brother also saw it!"
Yang Liang looked at his son, who nodded firmly and took out three empty packets from his arms: "Dad, I gave my sister three packets of dosage."
Yang Liang also found it strange that this Jueming Powder was an ancestral poison in his family. It was colorless, odorless, and highly toxic. Even a person with strong martial arts skills would never survive for an hour after drinking Jueming Powder. Yi Xiao Bao Jueming Powder
If scattered, it can poison a column of people. If three small packages are put together, the poison will be even more intense.
An hour had passed from the time Ma Xiaoquan came in to the time he left. The reason why Yang Liang told Ma Xiaoquan many truths honestly was that he was sure that Ma Xiaoquan would die of poison. Of course he would not be afraid to tell the truth to a person who was about to die.
What happened? Unfortunately, Yang Liang did not expect... Not only was nothing wrong with Ma Xiaoquan, he also drank four cups in a row.
Yang Liang did not believe in evil, so he sneaked out with the teapot and poured the water in the teapot into the stable.
Within a moment, Yang Liang heard the frightened shouts of the stable boy. He went out and checked again. It turned out that all the horses in the stable had been poisoned to death.
Yang Liang returned to his room with a black face and said in a deep voice: "Xiaowei, you should go home immediately and tell the second clan leader the news about the evil poison that can't kill you. Don't delay."
"Yes, father!"
Yang Liang hummed, turned to Yang Bing'er and said, "Bing'er, you are responsible for keeping an eye on that guy!"
Yang Bing'er nodded and asked, "Father, what about you?"
Yang Liang sighed: "Me? I have to continue to search for the whereabouts of the great patriarch, hey!" After saying that, Yang Liang took out the sheepskin given to him by Ma Xiaoquan from his arms, and laughed at himself, "I thought it would be difficult to get this thing.
, but now it is so simple. Is this Ma Xiaoquan really the owner of that thing? If so, he must be able to understand the letter kept in the family..."