213 Collection Catalogue

He killed his family and avenged Qigong. For the first time in his life, Mo Jian gave birth to the sadness of impermanence in life.

However, he quickly picked up his emotions.

The Ying family is extraordinary, ranking among the four families with the deepest foundation in the whole, and it is definitely not what they can deal with now. Once the Ying family knows about this, not to mention themselves, the Changhe tribe will also suffer the disaster of extinction.

In the ancestral hall, the only four elders left in the tribe, as well as Mo Jian, Xiaotong and Cai Xiliu, knelt down and bowed in front of the spiritual throne of Qigong again.

This is a courtesy that the great elders of the tribe deserve.

After the ceremony, Xiaotong said, "Mo Jian, you are so powerful that Qi Gong and we have been worried too much. The relics left by his old man will be given to you.

Immediately, he took out a black burden and gave it to Mo Jian. In order to safely hand over the relics of Qigong to Mo Jian, a total of seven people were responsible. For the sake of safety, the five previously sent out died. And what these five people carry are naturally fake, just to avoid people's eyes.

Mo Jian took it. The burden was very light, but he held it in his hand, but it felt heavy.

Open it, just some ordinary clothes.

Everyone was stunned. Everyone only said that there must be some important things, but they didn't think of it, just three ordinary clothes.

After turning over the clothes, Mo Jian will be a little unpredictable for a while. Half of the noise was checked on the clothes, and nothing was found. In his surprise, Xiaotong said, "Qi Gong left a sentence for me: Do you remember that he sewed a place in your clothes when you were young?"

Mo Jian's body trembled.

But it suddenly occurred to me that when I was young, clothes were always sewn by Qi Gong himself. Once, I squatted in front of the seventh male and watched the old man pierce the needle and lead, vertically and horizontally, which was very interesting. Qigong smiled and said, "Isn't it interesting? I can still sew the plantations in the tribe into my clothes!"

Then, the seven princes sewed 64 pieces of land in the Changhe tribal plantation one by one, and one left one after another, and then put them in the right position and said with a smile, "You see, this piece is a kind of magic, and this piece is a fine fruit..."

This is naturally the way for Qigong to coax the teenager Mo Jian.

At that time, I didn't think that one day, what secrets could be hidden in it.

Thinking of this, Mo Jian couldn't wait to take the clothes and check it again. Sure enough, the back of one of them has a slightly thicker long line, which is extremely difficult to distinguish if you don't look carefully.

I quickly counted sixty-four.

And in two of them, there is a small thread pimple.

Mo Jian straightened his position, checked it up and down, determined the location of the hemp pimple, and then ran to the plantation.

At this moment, the pain in his heart almost made it difficult for him to breathe. He knew that what the seven princes left must be related to his birth. I remember that Qigong once said that he would tell himself one day when he had enough strength. I never thought that now I have enough strength, but I am forever separated from Qigong.

You should know that this clothing was sewn by Qigong after being planted by Ying's family. How painful did the white-haired old man experience at that time?

In the plantation, the place bordering the thirty-eighth and thirty-nine pieces of land should be the place where the seven public buried something.

Mo Jian stretched out his hands and began to dig little by little, slowly and gently, as if he was afraid to shock the spirit of Qigong in the sky. The soil has obviously been turned over, which must have been done by the seven public. He has a strange worry. What kind of secret is it? In the tragic situation of Qigong being eaten by worms, he has to hide it so painsively?

When dug two feet deep, a gray stone box is exposed.

With trembling hands, Mo Jian took it out and opened it. There was only a light gray rune inside. Mo Jian recognized that it was a phonoscript in the second-order rune, which could preserve what he said.

Gently input a soul force, and the gentle voice of Qigong came slowly. Hearing the first sentence, Mo Jian's heart was cut like a knife - he could find out how difficult it would be for the old man to do all this from the weak voice of Qigong.

"Son, when you see this gramograph, Qi Gong is no longer alive... Qi Gong doesn't know what your cultivation is at this moment, but you must promise Qi Gong. Even if you are angry and hate, you must resist and mention revenge when you are strong enough. It's better not to report it. Those people clearly know some of your secrets, and their origin must be extraordinary. And Qigong, who has lived for such a long time, has lived long enough..."

"You have not had parents since you were a child, and Qi Gong will never tell anyone about your origin. Until today, when I think of that scene, Qigong feels so incredible! Forgive Qigong, because you were born extraordinary. When you first raised you, Qigong was a little utilitarian. Because Qigong firmly believes that those born people must have an extraordinary history. However, the more you get along with you, the more utilitarianism of Qigong has faded for a long time, and he treats you as his own grandson..."

At this point, it is a half-day pause. The tears in the corners of Mo Jian's eyes appeared again, because when Qi Gong spoke, he seemed to be out of breath at any time, which was extremely difficult.

"That year, when Qi Gong came back from outside and passed by the east gate of the tribe, he saw a magical scene. There is no color of light floating from the west, which is extremely dazzling. This light has been falling under the huge stone of the tribe. A huge leaf slowly appeared, with a ** baby lying on it. There are nine clear cracks on this leaf. It dragged the baby up from the bottom of the boulder, little by little. Finally, it went all the way to the top of the boulders. Then, the leaf disappeared into the child's body and disappeared. The child finally burst into tears. Qigong climbed onto the stone and picked him up. This child is you."

"Then, I will take you to the Long River tribe. From then on, Qigong knew that your future must be extraordinary.

"A few days ago, those people came to look for something to hide. Although Qigong didn't know what it was, he immediately thought of it. When the green leaves are integrated into your body, there is also a simple black book that slowly sinks into the big stone in front of the east gate of the tribe. I think this is what they said about the collection catalogue. Seven Gong explored several times when people were not paying attention, but there was not even a trace left on the stone.

"This is the scene when you were born... Over the years, Qi Gong has always kept it in his heart, but he has never mentioned it to anyone... I'm afraid... The secret of your life is in the collection... You open the stone and look for it. If you think about it, you will definitely find it. ......”

"Don't avenge me... Even if you really want to avenge, you must cultivate to a sufficiently strong state... Otherwise, the seven princes will not close their eyes..."

Speaking of this, Qigong's weaker and weaker voice completely disappeared, and soon, the phonoman in his hand also turned into ashes.

Mo Jian took a long breath. Cai Xiliu and Xiaotong beside him did not ask about the inside story of Qigong's last words. He forced himself to laugh and said, "It's okay! It's some words left by the seventh father, which doesn't matter.

The leaf mentioned by Qigong is obviously the glazed leaf in the sea. The mystery of this treasure, as close as two women, cannot be mentioned.

I planned to take all the people of the Long River tribe to the plane college, but at this moment I naturally had to put it on hold. Immediately, Mo Jian left for the reason and came to the east gate of the tribe. First, unfold the soul and carefully explore the circle around. When you are sure that there is no one, climb this ten-meter-high boulder.

The place where the black ancient book disappeared is at the top of the big stone.

The magnificent soul power slowly unfolded, and Mo Jian's hand was like a sharp blade, cutting off the big stones piece by piece. I cut a meter under my foot before I saw a black light.

For fear of damaging this thing that may have something to do with his background, Mo Jian's actions were more careful. The operation of soul power, as pointed out by the arm, is full of fine stone crumbs. When Qigong was dying, the secrets left by his best were finally revealed in front of Mo Jian.

This book is extremely heavy, but it looks like a stone. Mo Jian held it in the palm of his hand and drained a lot of energy. Obviously, if his cultivation is not above the Soul King, he can't shake it at all. There are simple stripes on the cover, which look like treasures that have existed for many years.

There are four large seal-shaped characters written on it: the collection catalogue.

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