In a quaint house with lush flowers and plants.
In the backyard, bypassing the rockery and trees, there is a very dilapidated house, the door is tightly closed, and two middle-aged men guard the door to prevent anyone from disturbing what is going on in the house.
This house is very strange, not only has no windows, no electric lights, and even no traces of modern equipment, the lighting is by two slender red candles.
In the middle of the house, there is a wooden table that looks old. On the wooden table is an ancient dark blue disc. If you look carefully, you can find some dim-colored symbols engraved on the bottom of the disc, following a certain pattern. A strange law, linked together in series, finally formed a complex formation.
Next to the disc was a small ebony box and a neatly stacked clean white handkerchief.
A young man in a moon-white robe was standing upright by the wooden table, looking down at Yuanpan, with a trace of solemnity between his brows that cannot be ignored.
This kind of clothing with a little bit of the old atmosphere is the most picky. Most people will look a little old-fashioned when they wear it, but this young man's figure and temperament are excellent, and there is no sense of disobedience in wearing such a long robe. It will only make people feel a bit of nobility raised in a big family.
The young man reached out and stroked the edge of the disk lightly, then raised his hand slightly, a bright red color appeared on the fingertips, and a drop fell on the center of the disk.
As the blood continued to fall, the young man's whole body seemed to be sucked away by a ghost, his face turned pale in an instant, a dozen drops of blood flowed out, his whole face was as white as paper, and he took it back. With his hand, he picked up the white soft silk handkerchief that was placed aside, and wiped off the blood on his fingertips. His eyes were right and fixed on the disc.
The moment the blood fell on the disk, the blood-stained disk shimmered in blue as if it had come alive from a deep sleep, and the bright red blood, like a snake, spontaneously followed the formation at the bottom of the disk. The magic trajectory meanders and flows, dyeing the originally inconspicuous formation lines into blood red, showing a somewhat strange color.
At the moment when the blood completely covered the formation, the young man saw the opportunity and threw the ball into the disc. The blue ball seemed to have a spirituality. After falling into the disc, it was like a headless fly inside. It is spinning, but if you look closely, you will find that its rolling trajectory is quite rhythmic, and during the entire rolling process, there is not a trace of blood stains, it is still blue and transparent, pure and flawless.
As the blue ball rolled around, the blood stains quickly faded as if absorbed by the disc. In the end, the blue ball rolled eight or nine times in the disc, and happened to stop at the center of the disc. At this time, the bloodstains in the disk have almost completely disappeared—except for a few light-colored traces that remained for some unknown reason, crooked and irregular.
The young man didn't dare to delay for a moment, and quickly picked up the talisman paper on the side to rub these traces.
But in just a few seconds, the blood in the disc had completely dissipated. The young man reached out and took the green ball out of the disc, put it back in the small ebony box with care, then picked up the talisman paper and held it under the candlelight. Against the backdrop, squinting his eyes to carefully observe the rubbing marks on the talisman paper, heaviness gradually appeared in his eyes.
The young man pushed the door and walked out of the room. After closing the door, he raised his hand and sealed the door carefully with a talisman.
The middle-aged man standing in front of the door saw his pale face, with a hint of worry on his face: "Master."
This handsome young man is called Fu Chenhua, and he is the eldest son of the direct line of the Fu family.
The Fu family is a family of celestial masters with nearly a thousand years of heritage. The ancestors once served as national teachers who served the emperor. Although the Fu family has started to behave in a low-key manner due to the withering of the descendants in recent generations, it is still unknown in the metaphysics circle. status.
Fu Chenhua is extremely talented, and no one can compare with him among the younger generations of the Fu family. If there is no accident, when the head of the Fu family—that is, his father—abdicates at the age of fifty, he will be able to Become the next patriarch of the Fu family.
Fu Chenhua frowned, shook his head slightly, and interrupted what the middle-aged man wanted to say: "It's okay, you guys leave first."
After speaking, he walked away in a hurry, leaving the two middle-aged men standing on the ground and looking at each other.
Everyone in the world of metaphysics knows that a big event happened to the Fu family recently.
The second master of the Fu family, Fu Shanming, the biological brother of the current Patriarch of the Fu family, stole the ancestral magic weapon enshrined in the Fu family ancestral hall and went out. After entering, the person was backlashed to the point where only half his life remained, and he is still lying on the bed unconscious.
Although the Fu family immediately blocked the news about this matter, but because Fu Shanming was carried into the main house covered in blood, the commotion was too great, and the news could not be concealed at all, but in just one day, almost The entire metaphysic world knew about this nonsense of the Fu family.
It should be said that the Fu family was also a big family that could squeeze into the top three in the entire metaphysics world three hundred years ago, but the descendants of these two generations obviously had low qualifications, and gradually fell out of the ranks of the top aristocratic families. Embarrassing, now the absurd incident of the descendants of the direct descendants stealing the family magic weapon is simply a joke for people to see, and it has cast a layer of dust on the reputation of the Fu family.
However, there was only a vague idea about this incident, and no one knew the details of which magic weapon was stolen, and the origin of the ghost that couldn't even control the magic weapon that the Fu family worshiped.
Because of this incident, the atmosphere of the whole Fu family has been very solemn these two days.
After a day of investigation and deliberation, he even made the decision to ask Fu Chenhua, the most talented of the generation of the Fu family, to sacrifice his blood to open the magic circle that had not been used for two hundred years to spy on the heavenly secrets. The situation must be not optimistic.
For a cultivator, blood essence is the most important thing besides life. Normally, one or two drops of blood essence are consumed and it takes more than half a month to cultivate, but the price of spying on the secrets of heaven is obviously not just one or two drops of blood essence .
After Fu Chenhua walked out of that hut, he arrived at the meeting room of the Fu family as quickly as possible, and he pushed the door open before he even had time to knock on the door.
All the elders of the Fu family, including his father, were waiting here, and when they saw him coming in, they all had more or less strange expressions on their faces.
Under the watchful eyes of many people, Fu Chenhua carefully took out the light yellow talisman paper from his sleeve, and handed it to his father who was sitting in the main seat.
The head of the Fu family put the talisman into his hand, and after only one glance, his expression changed instantly.
He collected himself and passed the talisman paper to an elder with gray temples sitting beside him. After the elder saw it, his expression was not much better than that of the patriarch, and he silently handed the talisman paper to the elder beside him.
After everyone passed the talisman and read it, the room fell into a deathly silence.
The rubbings on the talisman paper clearly showed everyone the result of this divination: great misfortune.
The situation this time was actually far more serious than what the outside world had guessed, because what was stolen this time was a magic weapon related to the fate of the Fu family.
To put it bluntly, Fu Shanming's life and death are secondary. For the current Fu family, the most urgent thing is to find the whereabouts of the magic weapon that has disappeared.
The magic weapon is called Tianchen Shuo, and it is said to be made of blood cinnabar left over from the ancient prehistoric period. Because of the special material, it contains a trace of luck.
Every creature in this world, even a group of people, or a country has its own luck, and luck determines its destiny. Throughout the ages, there have always been people who have tried to snatch other people's luck by various means.
So thousands of years ago, the ancestor of the Fu family who became a national teacher got this treasure by chance, and after discovering that it actually contained the power of luck in its body, he immediately married it with his soul in ecstasy contract. The descendants of the Fu family will enshrine and nourish it with their essence and blood forever, and as a reward, part of the luck of this Tian Chenshuo will be divided and merged into the luck of the Fu family.
Starting from the next generation of the national teacher, each generation of the Fu family will have a number of talented geniuses born, leading the Fu family to squeeze into the forefront of the contemporary metaphysics world. This thriving trend has continued for more than ten generations, until In the past two hundred years, there has been a slight momentum of decline.
It can be said that the Fu family's continuous prosperity for nearly a thousand years is inseparable from Tianchenshuo!
But now, at the beginning of next month is the annual offering day, if the Tianchen Shuttle cannot be found before then, the contract between the Fu family and it will be automatically terminated.
Moreover, because the Fu family did not enshrine it on time as agreed, as the party who violated the contract, they will be punished by the force of the contract.
At that time, without the protection of Tianchen Shuo, and the backlash of the contract, their Fu family may really be doomed...
The unscrupulous descendant who had the audacity to steal Tianchen Shuo has not yet woken up and could not provide any clues. In desperation, they had to take Fu Shanming's blood essence to calculate the last place where Tianchen Shuo appeared- Tianchen Shuo must be given by the descendants of the Fu family. It can only be stimulated by irrigation with blood essence. As the last person to use this magic weapon, Fu Shanming's blood essence has a guiding role.
The result of the deduction is that in a dilapidated rental house, the owner of the room is an ordinary college student, and there are some indirect entanglements with Fu Shanming, but there is nothing special about this person himself.
But the strange thing is that after calculating the location yesterday, when they sent paper figurines to find clues in the rented house, the paper figurine pinched by the patriarch himself hadn't been able to enter the house before it was found. Resentment swallowed.
Could it be that the ghost is still entrenched in that rented room
Tianchen Shuttle is a treasure that has protected their entire family for thousands of years, and even it can't control the ghost, how strong is the resentment on his body
Nervously, after some discussion, the clan finally decided to let the most talented junior of the Fu family activate the formation, and make a divination for the future fate of the Fu family.
Unexpectedly, such a result came out in the end.
Silence spread among the crowd for a long time, and it was only the patriarch who broke the silence.
He said in a deep voice to his only son, who had lost a lot of essence and blood and lost all color on his face in order to divination out this trick: "Chenhua, you go back to rest first, the medicine from the pharmacy should have been delivered to your room, remember this Can't stop for a single meal for three months."
His only son is the most talented and promising one in the declining generation of the Fu family. In order not to let him damage the foundation because of this hexagram, the family took out herbs and pills from the bottom of the box to make up for his essence and blood. deficit.
Because the body was a bit sluggish after depletion of blood essence, his hands and feet were cold, and his mind felt dizzy for a while, Fu Chenhua responded softly when he heard the words, and turned and left the meeting hall without exchanging too many greetings.
After returning to the room, he drank the decoction made of countless rare medicinal materials and health elixirs specially prepared by his family, only to feel a little warmth in his almost hollowed out body, and a tinge of warmth on his face. color.
A dozen drops of blood is not a small amount. Even if there is a large supply of precious medicines, it will be impossible to recover within five or six years.
It stands to reason that it should not be his turn to do this kind of sacrifice, but he is the one who has the highest attainment in divination in the Fu family. An Wei pushed back.
Although his body was very exhausted, Fu Chenhua couldn't sleep in this stormy weather. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest for a while, then got up and went to a small yard not far away.
Although this courtyard is small, the number of servants is several times higher than other areas of the Fu family. There are also a few younger generations of the Fu family who are standing at the door on duty, with blank and bored expressions on their faces .
In this courtyard, the culprit who caused Tianchenshuo's disappearance was placed, his second uncle who was still in a coma, Fu Shanming.
Although the elders wished to strangle him, the second uncle, they still had to rely on his blood to find Tian Chensuo's whereabouts. Therefore, at this time, Fu Shanming must not have any accidents, so he hanged himself with medicine. His life, to ensure that he will not die before finding Tian Chen Shuo, and increase the manpower to guard him.
Seeing him coming, a sweet-looking girl's eyes lit up, and she smiled admiringly at him: "Cousin, you're here too."
In order not to cause panic in the clan, only the elders and him, the quasi-next-generation patriarch, know about the loss of Tianchenshuo. Those clansmen who were ordered by the elders to be on duty in front of the Fushan Mingyuan only know about their second uncle who has always been ineffective. Stealing a treasure caused a catastrophe, and tossed himself only half of his life.
So they naturally didn't understand why the elders sent them to do this kind of job of guarding the door. They just guessed in their hearts that the situation might be more serious than they imagined.
Fu Chenhua responded softly: "I'll take a look at Second Uncle."
The girl's eyes flickered, and she asked, "Brother Chenhua, when will Second Uncle get well?"
A faint smile curled up on the corner of Fu Chenhua's lips, and in a few words, he dispelled the girl's intention to inquire about news from him, and entered the yard.
Of course the guard at the door recognized him, so he entered the house without any hindrance.
The room was filled with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which was very pungent, but Fu Chenhua had just drank a bowl of decoction with a good taste. At this time, his sense of taste and smell were still numb, so he didn't feel much anymore.
Fu Shanming was lying on the bed, with no trace of blood on his face, a lot of anger was lost on his face, his face was black, his chest rose and fell weakly, and his breathing was barely audible.
He looked down at Fu Shanming who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, without the slightest concern in his eyes.
Ever since he could remember, this nominal second uncle hadn't left a good impression on him.
Unlike his father, as a brother of the same mother, Fu Shanming's aptitude is much worse than his father's, so poor that even in the collateral lineage, there are a lot of aptitudes better than him.
But this is nothing, as Fu Shanming was born in the Fu family as a direct descendant, Fu Shanming has a natural advantage. In addition, his biological brother became the patriarch later, even if he has no ability, he will not be able to live in the Fu family. Difference.
The fact is indeed the case, as the weakest one in the direct line, the resources he got are better than most of the direct line.
Although there were complaints about this in the clan, since most of the resources were provided to his second uncle from his own private collection by his father, and besides this little eccentricity, his father, the patriarch, was not a good person. If there is anything to blame, no one has ever publicly debated this matter, at most it is a few sour words in private.
Unexpectedly, his father's long-term preferential treatment not only failed to make this man feel a little grateful to the family, but also gradually raised his heart. On weekdays, he relied on his brother who was the patriarch to treat others in the clan. Not to mention trivial things like arrogance, but now he is so bold as to touch the magic weapon related to the fate of the family!
Originally, Chen Shuo was not so easy to steal that day, but I don't know if it was due to the fate of the Fu family. Not long ago, there was a small problem with the formation of the ancestral hall, and before it was checked out, his second uncle took advantage of it. Kongzi stole the things.
Fu Chenhua took a few drops of blood from Fu Shanming's body with the vial he carried with him, and prepared to send it to his father later.
The previous investigation ended without a problem, and the blood of his second uncle will definitely be used in the future, and he will be able to make such a small contribution to the family.
Just as he put away the vial and was about to turn around and leave, the door was pushed open without even saying hello, and a gloomy air flow blew in from behind.
— Yin Qi!
Fu Chenhua suddenly felt something was wrong, he immediately took out a talisman from his sleeve, pinched it, and the talisman shot towards the door!
It's just that he just lost more than a dozen drops of essence and blood today, his energy and blood are insufficient, and his strength has also dropped a lot compared to before. A handful of black ash was scattered on the ground.
He frowned and looked at the person coming, with deep vigilance in his eyes.
It was a tall man, wearing a well-tailored black suit, his black hair was neatly pulled back, revealing a full forehead and slanted sword eyebrows, his eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and his expression He glanced at him indifferently, that look didn't look like looking at a living person, but rather like looking at a lifeless dead object.
Just this one glance made the hairs on Fu Chenhua's body stand on end.
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