Lu Chen…

Yu Yang was a little surprised.

Lu Chen was not famous in the world, but he was a person who was inevitably inaccessible among all kinds of ancient books.

Lu Chen is a history of investigation. The first martial saint, or even the only martial saint!

After him, a total of 2,600 years had never been born in the world. It was not until the end of the previous dynasty that the heroes emerged that a new saint was born.

"Da Sun Tathagata refers to Lu Chen's 'Da Sun Tathagata palm'? Or..."

Yang Yu guessed in his heart and opened the ancient book.

"Dare you ask the heaven, are there gods?"

"I dare to ask the heaven, who can survive?"

The flying pen and ink write deep desire. Through the handwriting, Yang Yu seemed to see an old man's sigh and search.

This ancient scroll was not left by Lu Chen.

It is a biography written by later generations, which records some of Lu Chen's deeds and some of his influence on later generations.

"......Fighting for the remaining tyrants of the six generations, he became the rule of the world. The Qin Emperor can be called the emperor of the ages, but those who reach the top of the world will all have the heart of long-lasting vision.

In the first year of the Great Unification, the Emperor of Qin sent 3,000 alchemists to cross the ocean, to the endless mountains, to seek the South China Sea Islands, or to the Arctic glaciers.

That year, Lu Chen Thirteen and the alchemist crossed the ocean with the alchemist. No one knew about the process. But ten years later, Lu Chen returned alone, and at the same time, he brought the 'Dao Fruit'..."

"The origin of Tao fruit cannot be studied. Perhaps it has another name in the longer-lasting legend. Lu Chen ordered it to be 'Dao fruit', which means the fruit condensed by the way of heaven..."

...

Thousands of words.

The Taoist literature is obscure, and there are many slang words in it, so Yang Yu reads it very slowly.

Among thousands of words, the information contained is extremely huge.

From Qin Emperor's search for immortals, to Lu Chen's return from the east, from eight thousand alchemists gathering the essence of Xianyang to study Taoist fruits, to Qin Emperor's pit to kill the alchemists in the world...

From Lu Chen's attainment of the Martial Saint to the collapse of the first unified dynasty recorded in history.

The information is huge and the span is huge.

"It's not that it is necessary to promote the Martial Saint to be a Taoist fruit. The Martial Saint is fundamentally derived from the person who refines the Taoist fruit..."

Yu Yang was chewing in his mouth.

There is a lot of information in this ancient scroll, especially it includes Wu Chen's exploration of the source of Taoist fruit and some verification of myths and legends.

According to the statement in this book, Lu Chen used some methods to truly verify the existence of some gods in the legend.

"This is in line with the tide theory I saw before that Sanxiaosanren!"

After closing the scrolls, Yang Yu's thoughts were rippling.

With his back against the Six Gates, he has also seen many similar ancient scrolls along the way. The authors may be different, but they all tend to have a period before the Qin Dynasty. In the long past, there are really immortals and gods.

Among them, the most reasonable speculation is the tide theory of Sanxiaosanren.

According to him, the tides rise and fall sometimes.

The long-standing tides fell, the immortals and gods disappeared, and history was dying. Until the Qin Dynasty, when Daoguo came out and Lu Chen became the Martial Saint, it was a tide.

After doing this, it has been three thousand years...

"Assuming that the tide theory is accurate, how many Taoist fruits will be released after tides rise for three thousand years?"

Yang Yu's heart was a little nervous. The water in this world was deeper than he thought.

Others didn't know much about the Zhao king of the Western Palace, Zhang Xuanba, and the old woman he saw in the Gluttony Cauldron.

There must be a Taoist fruit, or even refining the Taoist fruit...

How many similar people are there?

I'm afraid no one knows it.

Putting down the ancient scrolls, Yang Yu looked through other ancient scrolls one by one. These ancient scrolls are similar to this one, and there are also some travel notes.

The most useful one is actually some records about refining tracts.

There are four steps to refine the Taoist fruit, conquer the heart, hold ceremonies, light up the life map, and refine the level. There are sporadic records on it.

"The old man is really good at picking up, and he didn't even leave a martial arts secret book..."

After reading all these ancient scrolls, it was already a night. After walking out of the cave, the sky was already dark.

After careful inspection, Yang Yu found that there were many traces under the platform, and it seemed that someone had climbed down the mountain wall.

"According to this trace, the old man has been walking for at least a month or two. If he wanted to go back to Heishan City, he would have gone back long ago..."

Looking at the vast mountains, Yang Yu felt relieved and had a headache.

With the old man's character, he has no reason not to go back to Heishan.

unless……

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Trepid ~

Above the sky, clouds and mist rolled, a white crane with red eyes spreading its wings and feet several feet soaring in it. Sometimes it whined, as if it was seriously injured.

On the white crane's back, a short old man was trembling with a rag wrap.

It was extremely cold in the middle of winter. It was naturally extremely cold when flying above the sky at such a high speed. The old man's face turned blue and his atmosphere was uneven.

"Xiaobai won't cry, don't cry. I'll heal you when I go back..."

A green-clothed maid with a bun was holding Baihe's neck with a heartache on her face, covering her wounds for it.

"Daughter, daughter. This is too high, too high..."

The old man couldn't help but shouted, but the voice was blown away by the wind.

The maid in green heard it clearly, turned her face and glared at him:

"Did you call your daughter?"

“Too high.”

The little old man grabbed Baihe's feathers tightly, his face full of nervousness.

Looking down from here, the mountains have become small and the earth can hardly be seen. Where has he seen this?

"It's coming soon!"

The maid in green clothes replied impatiently and patted the white crane under the seat gently.

Trepidation!

The white crane roared for a long time, as if he was relieved, and almost threw the little old man on his back.

The latter was so scared that he looked pale.

Huh ~

The airflow rushed wildly, hundreds of feet passing by in the blink of an eye. Not long after, the white crane had already landed on a barren mountain.

The snow on the top of the mountain was blown away.

He also blew the hem of the white dress sitting cross-legged by the cliff.

"Miss."

He jumped off with the little old man in his arms, and the maid in green dress gently under his feet. After he arrived at the white dress, he saluted respectfully.

The old man was down-to-earth and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He then looked at the edge of the cliff.

It was a girl who looked seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing white clothes, graceful figure, with black hair reaching her waist. The two of them fell to the ground, and she turned her face.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Her facial features are delicate and perfect, her eyes are as bright as stars, as if the scene on the top of the mountain is reflected in it.

But the only drawback is that this jade face is pale and tired at this time.

"He is so handsome, he's just too cruel..."

The little old man muttered, remembering his own boy.

How great would it be if I promised this to my own kid?

"Miss, are you hurt so much?"

The maid in green clothes was full of pain and angry:

"Sooner or later, I will make that crazy woman look good!"

"Yu Fengxian's injury will only be worse."

The woman in white glanced at the maid indifferently, and her cold eyes fell on the little old man squatting on the ground:
To be continued...