Longevity starts with inheriting a friend's legacy

Chapter 43 Mysterious Slate
Zhiyuan Hall.

Fang Xu looked at the package on the desk in front of him with some curiosity.

"Master, what's in here?"

Lu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Open it and take a look."

Fang Xu stood up and opened the package, revealing a very ancient stone slab. The stone slab was not big, but it was engraved with dense and strange patterns.

"What is this?" Fang Xu asked curiously, looking at the stone slab.

Lu Zhiyuan slowly stood up, walked to the door with his hands behind his back and said, "Do you know why the little princess of the Yun family came to a remote town like Fenglin Town?"

Fang Xu bowed slightly: "I heard that it was to find the second master of the Yun family."

Lu Zhiyuan turned around and asked again: "Then do you know why the second master of the Yun family came to Fenglin Town?"

Fang Xu shook his head.

The second master of the Yun family was the owner of the dazzling gold-embroidered boots. Fang Xu didn't know why he came to Fenglin Town, why he died in Fenglin Town, and where the "Yan Shen Zang" on him came from.

"That's because an ancient relic appeared in the Ti Lan Mountain." Lu Zhiyuan said slowly.

Before Fang Xu could ask, he continued, "This ancient relic seems to be the place where a martial arts master passed away. Inside it are many treasures and cultivation insights left by that master during his lifetime."

"After Yun Tianhe of the Yun family got the news, he rushed over from Huangzhou immediately to investigate the ruins."

"However, there is no such thing as a wall that is impenetrable. Even though the Yun family decisively silenced everyone who knew about the ruins, there were still other people who got the news."

"Yun Tianhe's death was probably because he got something good from the ruins and was chased by someone and fled to Fenglin Town."

Fang Xu suddenly realized!

That makes sense!

Yun Tianhe obtained the "Yan Shen Zang" from the ruins and was known by other powerful people. These people chased Yun Tianhe all the way and forced him to escape to Hulu Valley. Seriously injured, he knew that it would be difficult for him to return to Huangzhou alive, so he hid the "Yan Shen Zang" in his dazzling gold-thread embroidered boots.

"This stone tablet also came from that ruins. I have already seen it. The stone tablet records a kind of cultivation method. You can take it back and comprehend it to see if you can comprehend anything."

Gongfa?

Fang Xu looked at the stone slab in front of him with some confusion.

Lu Zhiyuan seemed to see through his thoughts and smiled and said, "After a warrior breaks through the realm of a martial artist, he can absorb energy from the heaven and earth and transform it into his own blood and qi."

"If the energy between heaven and earth is compared to a big river, and the way a warrior draws energy is compared to drawing water, then the technique is the way to make a bucket."

"Different techniques can create buckets of different sizes, and the speed at which they absorb energy is naturally different."

"People without skills are like people without buckets. They can only drink water with their hands, which is naturally less efficient."

"Master, do you understand what I am saying?"

Fang Xu nodded suddenly.

Lu Zhiyuan's metaphor is very appropriate.

Since the stone slab in front of me comes from the same relic as the "Yanshenzang", it must be no ordinary object.

If I can learn something from this stone mountain, it will be of great benefit to my future practice.

However, such a precious thing could have caused the death of a strong man like Yun Tianhe. How did Lu Zhiyuan, a martial artist at the third level of martial arts, get it?
Could it be that the forces behind him were also involved in the exploration and siege of Yun Tianhe?

If this assumption is true, this stone slab should be very important to the power behind him. How could Lu Zhiyuan have the guts to hand over such an important thing to himself?
"Master, this thing is too valuable, my disciple..."

Lu Zhiyuan raised his hand to interrupt him and said, "Master knows that you have some concerns in your heart, but I told you about it when I became your disciple that day."

"I accept you as my disciple only to make you stronger in the future and to protect Qingluo. Apart from that, I have no other intentions."

Seeing Lu Zhiyuan say this, Fang Xu suppressed the doubts in his heart, rewrapped the stone slab and held it in his hand.

"Master, rest assured. If Senior Sister is in trouble one day, I will definitely sacrifice myself to help her!"

If Lu Zhiyuan's plan was really like this, with the title of master and disciple, the grace of rebirth, plus the Divine Servant Pill, the strange wooden stick, the stone slab and other valuables, Fang Xu felt that he had no reason to refuse. "Go back and practice well." Lu Zhiyuan waved his hand.

Fang Xu bowed and left the room, then returned home from Zhiyuan Hall.

Before I even entered the door, a burnt smell filled the air!

Smelling this smell, Fang Xu's face changed slightly, and he hurried to the yard, only to find Lu Qingluo and Chu Mu eating in the yard.

Fang Xu was a little curious. With the whole yard filled with burnt smell, could the food cooked by Lu Qingluo still be eaten?

When he got closer and took a look, he smiled instantly.

The two of them were eating the food that he had left for Chu Mu yesterday.

Seeing Fang Xu staring at the food and laughing, Lu Qingluo's pretty face turned red. She said nothing and just focused on eating the millet in the bowl.

"Brother Fang Xu, there should be some rice in the pot. Let's eat together." Chu Mu said.

Fang Xu nodded and walked to the kitchen facing the choking smell of burnt food. Looking at the black mass in the pot, he couldn't help shaking his head. He rolled up his sleeves and cleaned the pots and pans, then opened another stove to prepare some food.

However, when he opened the lid of the pot, he found that it was empty.

He clearly remembered that he cooked a pot of millet rice yesterday, this...

Chu Mu is an ordinary person and doesn’t have such a big appetite. The only explanation is that all the food went into Lu Qingluo’s stomach!
Thinking of this, he turned around to look at the two people in the yard, and happened to meet the gaze of Lu Qingluo who turned back guiltily.

Lu Qingluo quickly turned his head and quickly emptied the rice in the bowl. He stood up and stammered, "Sister Mu... I'll be done for now..."

Lu Qingluo got up and left in a panic, without even daring to say hello to Fang Xu.

Chu Mu looked at Lu Qingluo in astonishment, then looked at Fang Xu who came out of the kitchen with an empty bowl in his hand: "Brother Fang Xu, what's wrong?"

Fang Xu tapped the empty bowl and shrugged.

"No more food?"

"Mu, I still have half a bowl here. If Brother Fang Xu doesn't mind..."

"You can eat it." Fang Xu said with a smile: "I will stew some blood food later."

After becoming a martial artist, ordinary meals can only satisfy your appetite but are of no other use.

Most of the time, warriors still have to rely on blood to replenish their energy consumption.

The bloody food was stewed in the pot. Fang Xu cleaned up the dishes that the two had used, pushed Chu Mu to the old tree in the yard that had already sprouted green leaves, and fertilized and weeded the vegetable garden nearby.

After a busy period, the blood food in the pot was cooked. After leaving a little for Chu Mu, Fang Xu ate up the rest.

The effect of the Qi and Blood Pill was too strong. He did not intend to let Chu Mu rely on it to recover. That kind of pain was not something she could bear.

In comparison, the effect of blood food is milder.

In the evening, as the sun was setting, Fang Xu brought the blood meal to Chu Mu. After watching her finish eating it, he personally fetched a basin of hot water and washed her feet. He continued to massage her for a while, and then let her sleep in the side room where her grandfather had lived.

He went to the room, opened the stone slab, dug out the "Yanshenzang", and began his daily practice.

After swallowing a Qi and Blood Pill, Fang Xu placed the stone slab and the animal skin containing the "Yan Shen Zang" in front of him.

The words on the slate were not any of the languages ​​he was familiar with.

Although it is called text, most of the time it looks more like a child's doodle. The picture is not a picture, and the text is not text. It is very obscure and difficult to understand.

Fang Xu studied it for nearly an hour, but couldn't find any clues.

So I decided to practice on my own first.

It takes a long time to make a bucket. It is always better to drink water with your hands than not to drink it.

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