Chapter 2777

So the old man thought, his treasure may never be known, after all, it's just a stone!

It's hard to predict. I'm dying. I've been dragged back from Yama's hands. Not only has he been dragged back, but now he even feels that his body is recovering and his meridians are repairing, which means that he can even recover his strength. Of course, after decades of delay, it's hard for him to go any further.

But it's enough. It's a wonderful thing for a practitioner to have accomplishments. When he thinks about it, he gets excited.

But Lin Mingyuan said that after he split the stone with one palm, he saw that there was a sign inside. One was the size of a palm, and the other was a little bigger. There were no words on the two signs!

Seeing the two brands, the old man was obviously a little excited. In a moment, he thought of many memories. He didn't eat any more. There were even tears in his eyes. This is the memory. This is the memory of ten schools. Shifu, brothers... Face by face... What happened? They were all killed by the black sect. He hates it!

"Do these two brands need blood?" Lin Mingyuan came back with the sign. There were only two signs in the stone. They were heavy and looked like bronze. They felt rough and rusty!

It seems that the stone is sealed, and the two stone tablets look very new. When Lin Mingyuan came back, he saw the old man with tears streaming down his face. He couldn't help saying, "you can't bear it, sir. I don't want it!"

"Oh, I can't bear it. It's just seeing things and thinking about people. Oh!" The old man wiped the tears on his face with his hand and said, "I'll give it to you if I say it to you. I can see that you are a talented person and may be able to use it."

"So what's this?" Lin Mingyuan looked down at the two brands in his hand!

"The big one is the inheritance of my school. There are corresponding skills in it, but it's not something that ordinary people can cultivate. They need to have certain talents!"

"Well!" Lin Mingyuan nodded, took another small one and motioned to each other.

The old man pondered for a moment, and said“ This piece is handed down by a sect. It's handed down by an ancient martial sect. But if the inheritance is broken, the predecessors in the sect only get this. It's supposed to be the inheritance of a sect! "

"Oh Lin Mingyuan understood, but still did not understand!

"You don't need to drop blood, but need to stimulate your strength. If it meets the requirements, the token will be opened. If it doesn't meet the requirements, you can also keep it for the predestined ones. Anyway, it's all given to you. It's up to you to deal with it“

"Yes, but what's the use of practicing your Kung Fu?" This is the key. Otherwise, with Lin Mingyuan's current strength, why should he do that kind of useless work?

The old man pauses. He is a genius in the sect and has great strength. But at present, the young man has broken the coffins of four black sects, or the black coffin, or the black coffin that has hatched the evil species. This strength doesn't seem to need the skills inherited by the sect.

Thinking of this, he said truthfully: "I'm afraid you don't need much, but it doesn't matter. You can give it to others!"

"OK, I'll take it!" Lin Mingyuan nodded, white pick cheap things, why he did not.

As for the other token, Lin Mingyuan also put it in his pocket. It seems that he put it in his pocket. In fact, he threw it into the storage space. The old man's eyes were sharp. He took a look at the position of Lin Mingyuan's pocket and said with a smile“ You have something to store! "

"Ah! Can you see that? "

"What's so hard about that?" The old man turned his mouth and showed a few teeth, which was very funny, but he was already shocked. This young man has storage equipment. How did he get it and where did he get it? Is he also from the ancient heritage?

The old man knows that ordinary sects can't have storage equipment. It's extremely rare. It's inherited from the ancient sects and possessed by those powerful people. If ordinary practitioners had this, they would have been killed and robbed by many people.

As a result, the other party has, and the old man increasingly feels that Lin Mingyuan is mysterious and powerful.

Lin Mingyuan didn't know the old man's heart. He got two treasures. Lin Mingyuan was very happy. Of course, even if he didn't get anything, he thought it was good. At least he saved the old man's life. It doesn't matter whether he is a mysterious expert or an ordinary old man who can't pick up junk any more!

The point is that a person who has helped himself should be rewarded instead of turning into a corpse and rotting here!

Next, the old man told him some secrets of that year, which was also asked by Lin Mingyuan, because he was very curious about the so-called guwu family.

"At that time, the river and lake were very big and chaotic. There were officers and soldiers everywhere, and there were foreigners and devils everywhere. Many secluded sects were born to fight back against the invaders, but the number was too small. There were only ten or twenty people in one sect. They were all big sects, and the smaller ones were only three or five, There's nothing we can do about the enemies of millions, even tens of thousands. "

"Ah..."

"Some are sects, some are family inheritance. What impresses me deeply is a family named Wang. It is rumored that it is the Wang family of Langya, that is, the Wang Xizhi family. Their family's calligraphy is very powerful. They have learned from it, created their own school, and become calligraphers. They generally don't pass on to the outside world, but they are all inherited by their own family's children until today!"

"Great, great." Lin Mingyuan coldly recalled the story that he was forced to learn to write when he was a child. Is there any inheritance in his family?

Well, if you have a chance to find someone in his family, you can ask him how to practice calligraphy. I don't believe everyone has the talent to write!

Yes, although calligraphy is practiced, talent is also very important. Some people feel great when they start to write, while others practice for half a lifetime and write in a roundabout way.

"Decades have passed. I don't know if those sects are still there. I can tell from your words that the black sect is still there!"

"Yes, the underworld cult is still there. I'm well-informed, but I first learned about the underworld cult a few days ago. When I saw the coffins, I was a little confused. I thought it was a folk custom. The dead people were put in the coffins for a while!"

"I think of one thing..." the old man frowned and said, "the black religion is more active in the Miao area. At that time, I guessed that the Miao area is their home, but the Miao area is too big..."

"You wait, I seem to have some clues!" When Lin Mingyuan heard the old man's words, a flash of light flashed in his mind. He sat on the wooden pier and began to think.