The middle-aged Confucian scholar held a long black wooden box in his hand.
The wooden box is almost half a meter long and twenty centimeters wide. It has a few simple cloud patterns and a few obscure characters carved on it.
In addition, there is also a talisman paper attached.
There was only one word "forbidden" written on the talisman paper. This word seemed to be written in blood. The handwriting could not be said to be correct, but rather a bit careless.
But after the middle-aged Confucian scholar took out the wooden box, he held it with both hands, his face was solemn and solemn, and he placed restrictions around his body so that outsiders could not approach and his spiritual consciousness could not detect it.
Unless someone like the Holy Master, whose strength is comparable to that of a middle-aged Confucian scholar, is present, outsiders will not notice anything that happens next to the lonely tomb.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar lowered his head and glanced at the wooden box in his hand. In fact, he didn't know what was in the wooden box.
To be precise, this wooden box... He couldn't open it.
Since this thing was left by the ancestor of the Black Bamboo Forest lineage, it has been passed down from the hands of the first generation Sword Master to this day.
If you calculate carefully, it has been thousands of years.
Thousands of years of time have brought great changes.
The entire Tianxuan world has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the world has undergone drastic changes, but this wooden box has always remained the same.
This is an old thing that spans thousands of years.
According to the instructions of the first sword master, if the successors in the past generations can open the wooden box, then the contents in the wooden box can belong to them.
If it cannot be opened, it must be passed down and kept for others.
Obviously, since it has been passed down to the hands of middle-aged Confucian scholars, it proves that in these ten thousand years, successive sword masters have been unable to break this simple talisman paper on the wooden box.
It looks so ordinary, it can reach the eighth realm of Sword Master, but it can't shake it at all!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at the lonely grave in front of him. The aura of the person in the tomb was exactly the same as the aura emitted by the wooden box.
According to the instructions of the ancestor, since the Black Bamboo Forest lineage has been unable to open the wooden box until now, then after meeting this senior who has the same aura as the wooden box, it is time to return it to its original owner.
The wisp of green smoke floating on the solitary grave circled around the wooden box in the middle-aged Confucian scholar's hand.
Aowu's memory was severely lacking. She felt a trace of her breath on the wooden box. She knew it was the mark she left, but she couldn't remember what it was.
On the contrary, this yellowed talisman made her feel a little familiar, and a figure vaguely appeared in her mind, but it was so blurry.
"Well, thank you." The childish voice sounded in the ears of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.
Aowu, whose brain is not very bright and whose memory is seriously lacking, now has many conveniences like a child. She looked like a sensible child at the moment, expressing her gratitude to others for taking care of her things.
A little silly, but also a little cute.
A gentle smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged Confucian scholar. After thinking for a while, he still said frankly: "Senior, I wonder if I, the junior, can give it a last try to see if I can uncover the talisman?"
"Well, it's okay!" Aowu didn't feel repulsed by this.
"Thank you, senior." The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded, and then looked at the talisman carefully.
For more than 10,000 years, this is also an inherited obsession for the Black Bamboo Forest lineage.
At their level, they are no longer burdened by external objects, and will remain unmoved even if there are peerless treasures inside.
The obsession of the sword masters of the past is not the things in the wooden box, but this talisman that cannot be opened!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar held the black wooden box with his left hand, and gently brushed the talisman paper with his right hand before closing his eyes.
After about ten breaths, he clamped the corner of the talisman between his fingers.
There was no earth-shattering scene happening, nor did the world change its color.
He is like an ordinary person, and this talisman is like an ordinary piece of sticky paper.
In fact, there was no movement around the solitary grave.
Everything seems ordinary.
However, the talisman paper that has been passed down for thousands of years and has never been uncovered is slowly being torn off!
A small part of the joint between it and the wooden box was torn apart!
The green smoke floating on the solitary grave remained motionless, as if there was no emotion at all about the scene in front of him. At most, he was just a little curious.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar's movements were very slow, but more and more parts of the adhesive parts were torn apart.
It wasn't until he tore more than half of it apart that he slowly withdrew his right hand and stopped continuing.
There was a slight smile on the middle-aged Confucian scholar's face.
—Now that you have had enough fun, let’s stop here.
As he let go, the talisman began to move on its own, and the torn-off part clung to the wooden box again, sealing the box again.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar held up the wooden box with both hands and said loudly: "Junior thanks senior for your approval. Now, the property returns to its original owner!"
Hearing this, Aowu in the solitary grave controlled Qing Yan and took a closer look.
This faint green smoke quickly spread to the top of the black wooden box, and then began to transform, like a small fleshy hand.
Qing Yan grabbed the talisman and moved it slightly.
This talisman, which had troubled generations of sword masters for thousands of years, was casually unveiled.
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Beizhou, Chunqiu Mountain Hall.
The pleasantries and courtesies are over, and what follows is the wine table culture that everyone is familiar with.
In this regard, the spiritual world is not exempt from secularism.
Although everyone is already able to live without food and stop eating the fireworks of the world, isn't it too hard to just talk about it like this
Eat something, change glasses, and the atmosphere will be heated up!
What's more, things like spiritual grains, spiritual fruits, and spiritual wine are also of great benefit to practitioners, and... they taste really good!
Human beings stand at the top of the food chain, and they no longer eat simply to fill their stomachs.
Yum, yum, yum!
Moreover, it is more convenient to talk about things at the dinner table.
Sure enough, someone spoke.
The person who spoke was a beautiful woman with ordinary appearance, average figure, and average temperament.
But... his status is extraordinary.
She is the supreme elder of Chunqiu Mountain. Whether it is Jiang Xinyan or the leader of Chunqiu Mountain, Heng Yin, they all call her uncle.
Under normal circumstances, the retired seniors in these large sects no longer care about worldly affairs.
But today's situation is special after all, so there are also three Supreme Elders present, and they are all women.
One is because the male-to-female ratio in Chunqiu Mountain is unbalanced, both for this generation and the older generation. The second reason is that women are more concerned about the love between children.
Jiang Xinyan's master has passed away. To these Supreme Elders, they are Jiang Xinyan's last elders in the family.
It is said that the more a mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more she likes him.
Lu Chaoge was not sure whether this was correct or not.
But the Supreme Elder who spoke had a gentle and friendly tone.
There was no way, the young swordsman in front of him had such an appearance that it was hard to lose his temper.
However, Chunqiu Mountain still needs to have an attitude.
"Lu Chaoge, I will call you by your name directly, and I will not call you Master Lu, so as not to cause trouble." The elder Taishang said.
Lu Chaoge nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Master, it's okay."
He was so thick-skinned that even his uncle called him directly.
After the Supreme Elder spoke, the originally noisy hall became quiet.
"Xinyan's master has passed away, so we can only let us old bones take care of her. You won't find us old people annoying, right?" She said with a smile in her eyes. Pretty kind.
"How could this be so? This is what it should be." Lu Chaoge smiled.
It should be the first time for him to meet the girl's parents. They want to know more about themselves, so it doesn't hurt.
"Since we are practitioners, we will follow the rules of practitioners. You can have a good rest today. Tomorrow, we three old people will give you some problems." She looked at the other two Supreme Elders. After taking a look, he spoke.
Jiang Xinyan opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but Lu Chaoge patted the back of her hand gently, indicating that she didn't need to stop him.
"Okay." He responded directly without even the slightest change in his expression.
After saying that, he was still in the mood to chat, and said: "Master, can you give me some hints and reveal a few things first?"
The three Supreme Elders all laughed and said, "That's not possible."
After saying that, they looked around at the rest of the people in the hall and said, "If you have any suggestions or ideas tonight, you can tell us. Let's brainstorm and give Chao Ge a hard time tomorrow."
When Lu Chaoge heard this, he was not angry at all. On the contrary, he felt relaxed and natural when he put everything on the table.
There is no man who is afraid of words in this dictionary, it doesn't matter at all.
At this time, he was even in the mood to glance at Chunqiu Mountain Sect Master Heng Yin from a distance.
"Bring the horse over here." Lu Chaoge said in his heart.
(End of chapter)