Chapter 27 Yan Hong

"There seems to be something under the board?" Yan Jia looked there without blinking. Only now did they notice that the wooden board was an ordinary piece of wood, which was temporarily cut by the sword, and the red color was the color of blood.

Yan Song nodded, lifted the board spiritually and moved it aside. When the scarlet board was moved up, a golden light shot out from under it, illuminating the whole stone room in an instant. The strong golden light covered the silver light emitted by the previous bright white tiger and beast elixir. Yan Song and Yan Jia have never seen such a situation. At present, they retreated one after another and covered the dazzling light with their sleeves.

After a long time, the light gradually faded away. After Yan Song used his mental strength again and felt that there was no danger, he led Yan Jia and carefully approached forward. When they approached, the two found that there was a golden wrench, which was a symbol of power. The two looked at each other and guessed that the light just now was emitted by this wrench finger. They thought it was the fate injected with spiritual power by the swordsmith. As for why the wrench finger was hidden here, they should be afraid that outsiders would find out the secret of this person.

Yan Song used his mental strength and carefully took out the wrench finger. At that moment, Yan Jia suddenly found that there was a blood-red handwriting under the wrench finger, which was suddenly a word "Yan"! She couldn't help but be shocked: "Is the deceased Yan's family?" Yan Song was also puzzled. He moved his wrench finger to the board, looked at the blood word, and speculated, "Maybe the Yan family killed him."

Yan Jia did not say anything, and her eyes slowly turned to the wrench finger placed on the scarlet board by Yan Song. Her jade-like little face was suddenly stunned, and her eyes changed from doubt to shock. Suddenly, she lost her voice and said, "This wrench... I've seen it!!"

Yan Song was stunned when he heard the words and looked at her without blinking, so as to follow.

"Father often drew this finger on paper in the past few years to commemorate Grandpa, which is the symbol of Grandpa Yan Hong when he was the patriarch of the family!" When Yan Jia spoke, her expression changed from shock to doubt. She slowly moved her eyes to the skeleton, and her eyes were full of incredible.

Yan Song was even more incredible when he heard this: "When my uncle introduced the life of your father and daughter, didn't he say that Grandpa went to the imperial capital ten years ago and was unfortunately killed in the imperial capital coup? How could his fingers appear here? Also, who is the body of the swordsmith in front of you?

Without answering, Yan Jia couldn't say why, and Yan Song didn't know the reason of the Central Plains. The two stood still in such a stunned way, moving their eyes from the wrench finger to the corpse, and then from the corpse to the wrench. Finally, they planned to clean up everything here and seal the cave. When there is a chance, ask Yan Feng to come to check it out. Maybe he has a lot and can get a glimpse of it.

Put his finger into the ring, and Yan Song used his spirit again to put the scarlet board back, intending to deal with the body. Just as he moved the board, Yan Jia's eyes shot out a fine light again: "Wait a minute, there is a word under the board!"

When Yan Song heard the words, he hurriedly turned the board around. Suddenly, he saw that it was written: Hongxin is not far away, and there is no face. Don't sting your knees and cares my wronged soul.

"The first two sentences are indeed Yan Hong. Is he grandpa?" Yan Jia was excited and shocked, "Grandpa died unjustly?"

Yan Song stopped talking. He read several sentences on the board several times, and finally turned to look at the skeleton placed by the wall with a solemn expression. He slowly walked to it, then knelt down on his knees and kowtowed solemnly.

Yan Jia saw this and also walked over. When she was about to kneel down with Yan Song, she suddenly found that when Yan Song's forehead touched the ground, the skeleton suddenly flashed all over. Since the two eyes on the skull were golden, they suddenly converged into a bundle and shot into the Baihui hole on the top of Yan Song's head.

When Yan Jia saw this, she rushed up with an arrow and helped Yan Song. She thought that she had been attacked, but she saw that Yan Song was fine. At that moment, she seemed to understand a lot of things. Under her doubts, Yan Song said, "That light just now is Grandpa's last stream of consciousness..." As described by the macro-conscious stream, it was told out.

Yan Hong was born as a soldier and participated in the Patriotic War of the Tianlong Empire in his early years. He was an excellent second-grade swordsmith and made great achievements in the army. During the war, a mutiny was launched within the Tianlong Empire, and the overlord of the queen family was offside and changed the name of the country to the Rosefinch Empire. Although the country was prosperous and the people were safe after the mutiny, the royal family of the former empire escaped from the palace, and his life and death were uncertain. Yan Hong felt the kindness of the past emperor and did not accept the reward of the new regime. He returned to the field in middle age and returned to Ye Nancheng's leading family. Finally, under his wise leadership, the strength of the Yan family was unique in the whole Ye Nancheng.

In 6 39 years, that is, ten years ago, Yan Hong suddenly received the imperial edict of the imperial capital and hurried to rush to the imperial capital, but he did not expect to be besieged by three people in a valley when he passed the Qingfeng Mountain. All the way, he was a master sent by the imperial army, all the way to the Wuya Sword School, which had just risen in the Qingfeng Mountain, and the weakest strength all the way. He only heard Ye Nancheng's accent. He didn't know which force it was.

At this time, when he was surrounded by the enemy, he realized that he had been framed. He and his entourage fought with these three groups of forces for three days and nights. Due to the disparity in numbers, he was finally killed except him. In desperation, he had to flee everywhere. But at this time, he was surrounded by masters, and he could not escape anyway.

Finally, he climbed up a hill, found a small cave, and got in. The cave is tortuous, circling deep, and not very big, so when the enemy chases in, it can't besiege it. It's mostly two-to-one or three-to-one, which gives Yan Hong a chance to breathe. He came to the bottom of the cave, and there was no way out in front of him. The pursuers saw this and killed him desperately. Finally, he saw a small fierce beast on the ground - the white snake, so he hurriedly picked up a piece of wood and cut the engraving to vent his grievances. After hurriedly dealing with the aftershi shi, he pierced his chest and put the white snake into it...

The deceased can't say anything behind, but Yan Song and Yan Canon can imagine that the white snake ate the beads melted after Yan Hong's death, and its body surged, broke through his ribs and came out. In a very short time, his body became bigger, and the small cave could just accommodate it. It tossed like a river, and finally rushed straight out of the underground cave. As for the fate of the people who chased Yan Hong, they did not know. Maybe they were swallowed up by the python or fled...

"They must be afraid of Grandpa's rebellion, so they assassinated Grandpa!" When Yan Jia spoke, tears came out of her beautiful eyes and let it flow without blinking, looking at the bone.

"The Imperial Capital, the Wuya Sword School, and a certain force in Ye Nancheng..." Yan Song's face was expressionless, spit out these words coldly, and then turned his head and walked out.

Seeing this, Yan Jia wiped away the tears on her face and quickly followed her. As she walked, "Are we still going to the Wuya Sword School? If they know that we are from the Yan family, will they--"

"Of course I will go." Yan Song directly interrupted Yan Yan's words and accelerated his pace. "Only when we make their money can we have financial resources. Only when we have financial resources can we have power and power can we have the ability to destroy them!" Moreover, heroes don't ask for a way out, merchants don't ask about the countryside, and only deal with business. These uncles have already taught us.

When the two walked to the mouth of the cave, the sky suddenly appeared, the air was fresh and their breathing was much more comfortable. They planned to continue their journey, but they saw the blue eagle, which was more than one person high not far from the mouth of the cave, lying on the ground, dying. Their sharp eyes closed weakly, and their whole body almost died except for occasional convulsions. The same is stuck there.

Yan Jia stepped forward and took out the dagger and said, "I don't know what kind of animal elixir is in this beast's body. It would be great if it were another pearl." As he said, he held the dagger in his backhand and stabbed the blue eagle's neck.

"Ai--" Yan Song suddenly grabbed a step and stopped her. "Let it go. If it hadn't appeared just now, I'm afraid I would have become a Chinese meal in the belly of the python. Although it has no intention to save it, I always feel a little uncomfortable to kill it."

Yan Jia looked at the big eagle and took the dagger off its neck, but put it on it again: "It doesn't work. It can't live like this, really." With that, after a trace of helplessness in his eyes, he raised the dagger again.

"Such, didn't you say that the swordsmith can tame the fierce beast by relying on pearls? I want to save it!" Yan Song suddenly said with a very sincere expression.

When Yan Jia heard the words, she was stunned. After a long time, she reacted and said puzzled, "What are you talking about, domesticating fierce beasts?"

Yan Song nodded quickly and looked excited. He pointed to the blue eagle on the ground and said, "You don't know what kind this blue eagle is. You can see its mysterious origin. If you tame it..."

Yan Jia didn't listen to the following words. As she waved her hand, she paced back and forth and said, "I just heard that the legend is okay. As for how to domesticate, I don't know. It's going to die. You won't be in a hurry to let it take your blood. In case this fellow wakes up and eats us both--"

"I know, er," Yan Song interrupted Yan Jia's words and said excitedly, "My uncle's swordsmith's technique mentioned how to domesticate fierce beasts! Although my strength is weak, with the help of the energy of the beads in my body, there should be no problem!"

"But," Yan Jia stood up and pointed to the ground helplessly and sighed, "but it's dead."

Yan Song rushed forward, raised the blue eagle's head in the palm of his hand, put his ear to his chest to listen, and finally turned over its eyelids. Finally, he stood up with a sigh and shook his head.

"This blue eagle also saved my life. Let's pick it up with grandpa and let uncle find a comfortable place for them to rest."

Hearing the words, Yan Jia nodded, put the blue eagle into the ring with Yan Song, and then came to the cave and put Yan Hong's body into the ring. At this time, the ring was full. When the two were about to leave, they suddenly found that the tail of the blue eagle suddenly slipped out of a round thing the size of a fist. Yan Song looked at it doubtfully and picked it up. His face suddenly shined brilliantly: "It's an egg. It laid an egg!" As he spoke, he carefully looked at the eagle egg in his hand and said, "This egg is not broken. It is still hot. It will definitely hatch the eagle!"

When Yan Jia saw Yan Song so happy, she couldn't close her mouth with a smile. Finally, Yan Song carefully put the eagle egg away, then vacated a bowl for two people to eat on the road, cut their wrists with a knife, and nourished them with blood.