President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Doctor

Nangong Xian'er was a little unhappy at the side, Niu Zhan was clearly threatening them, but there were elite members of their Nangong family outside the door, how could she let it go!
But just when she was about to say something, Lin Yifan gave her a subtle wink, which made the latter calm down, only looking at Niu Zhan with hostility.

Niu Zhan didn't care about this at all, although he didn't say it clearly, but with this incident, their fragile alliance has reached the brink of collapse, and they don't know when they will tear their faces apart. It has no effect at all.

"Since this is the case, we will leave first. It shouldn't take long. You are here to wait patiently with Big Brother Niu." Lin Yifan explained to Yuanba.

After Yuanba nodded, Lin Yifan turned around slowly and walked towards the depths of the hall. He discovered just now that there seemed to be only the white jade desk with some mystery here. Get down the statues that are obviously of no use.

After seeing Niu Zhan, Yuanba and others for the last time, Nangong Xian'er and Lei Lao turned around and followed Lin Yifan and walked towards the back. They couldn't wait to see what good things would be here.

Not long after, Lin Yifan walked up to the white jade table on the road formed by tall statues holding swords, and then his eyes fell on the table.

There are not many items on the table, only three items, a wooden sign that seems to be placed in the ancestral hall, with some handwriting written on it, other than that, there is a rather delicate token and a piece of kraft paper .

The token is oval in shape, and the whole body is black. I don't know what material it is made of. A long sword is carved on it. It looks very delicate, and it seems that you can feel the fierce sword energy emanating from it.

Kraft paper looks much simpler, folded together, it is not clear what is recorded in it.

"Is this a treasure?" Nangong Xian'er stood beside Lin Yifan and asked curiously, "What is written on this wooden sign, can you recognize it?"

Lin Yifan moved his gaze from the kraft paper to the erected wooden sign, nodded slowly and said: "It can be seen that it records when this oracle tower was built, how long it took, and the name of the last sect. This place was indeed built by a sect."

"What sect?" Nangong Xian'er blinked and asked.

Lin Yifan identified it, and said: "Zhantian... Zong, this is the name of the sect that built this divining pagoda, it should be..."

In the middle of speaking, Lin Yifan couldn't help but stop talking, and frowned slightly. He felt that this name was very familiar, and he should have seen it recently.

After filtering his thoughts, Lin Yifan soon knew where he had seen this name before, Mass Burial Mound!

The first grave he and Xiao Diao Yuanba met in the mass grave before seemed to be a disciple of Zhan Tianzong, or a true disciple, named Shan Qingyun, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, if it wasn't here again Seeing this name, he almost forgot about it.

Thinking of this, Lin Yifan turned his head and looked around, and walked towards those statues under the suspicious eyes of Nangong Xian'er and Lei Lao.

In less than a minute, Lin Yifan stopped at the edge of the first row of statues. In front of him was a young man about his height, dressed in blue satin, with a handsome appearance and a faint smile on his face. Even if it is just a statue, it still exudes an extraordinary temperament.

And the name engraved on the young man's feet was Shan Qingyun. Although there was no other introduction, Lin Yifan already knew that the person in front of him was the true disciple of Zhan Tianzong, and his position in Zhan Tianzong was definitely not low before his death.

However, even such a character still disappeared in the long river of history, leaving only a shabby little dirt bag in the southwest of the lost city.

Lin Yifan sighed, and then slowly walked back to where the white jade desk was. He wanted to find Shan Qingyun's statue only to verify his guess, but it had no deeper meaning.

"What's wrong with you? Is there anything strange about that statue?" Nangong Xian'er asked suspiciously. She thought Lin Yifan was in a daze just now, otherwise why would he act so strangely.

Lin Yifan shook his head slowly, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I came across the grave of a disciple of Zhan Tianzong not long ago, that's why it happened."

"Oh, what is this token and kraft paper?" Nangong Xian'er quickly put her mind aside, and shifted her attention to the other two items on the white jade table.

Said, Nangong Xian'er directly picked up the token, played with it in her hands before handing it to Lin Yifan, she didn't find anything unusual about the token.

Lin Yifan took the token and observed it, and then put it in his pocket without blushing. Although there was nothing unusual about the token, it was obviously not a simple thing to put here.

Nangong Xian'er was stunned for a moment, and her gaze towards Lin Yifan gradually became contemptuous, obviously she was very shameless towards the latter's behavior.

"I said you should let Mr. Lei take a look first before pocketing it?" Nangong Xian'er curled her lips.

Elder Lei on the side hurriedly waved his hands, and said with a smile: "There is no need to do this, you can't see anything, and it's useless to show the old man."

Lin Yifan coughed lightly, picked up the kraft paper and said, "This is like a petition, with names and handprints on it."

Nangong Xian'er quickly put down what she had just done, put her head in front of the kraft paper, looked at it for a while and said: "It looks quite similar, but it may have other meanings. This kind of name is not just a petition. A meaning."

Lin Yifan nodded slightly. Nangong Xian'er was right. There were indeed other possibilities, but there were only these names on the kraft paper and no other records. There were too many possibilities, and it was meaningless for them to guess.

"Which one of you wants this thing?" Lin Yifan handed the kraft paper to Nangong Xian'er.

Nangong Xian'er shook her head hastily, and said, "I don't want this, it seems useless, so many names are scary, maybe it's a curse."

"Heh, you really think, who has nothing to do and keeps this thing to curse you across endless years, are those people full of food?" Lin Yifan rolled his eyes and mocked.

"Anyway, I don't want it. Since you don't believe me, keep it. If there is a curse, I will curse you first." Nangong Xian'er laughed.

At this time, Old Lei smiled and said, "Since Miss and Emperor Lin don't like this thing, let me keep it, maybe it will be of some use."

Lin Yifan glanced at Mr. Lei after hearing this, and then threw it to the latter directly. He was not interested in the kraft paper.

"Then who wants this sign?" Lin Yifan asked, looking at the last remaining wooden sign on the white jade table.

Now even Mr. Lei didn't say a word, because the wooden sign really looked like a nameplate erected after someone died, so it looked unlucky.

"Since no one wants it, let's go and go up and have a look." Lin Yifan said with a chuckle, and he was also a little displeased with the wooden sign.

Nangong Xian'er nodded, excitedly said: "Then let's go quickly, there must be something good up there!"

Lin Yifan also believed in what Nangong Xian'er said. After all, the meaning of the Divination Pagoda was inheritance, and there should be many inheritances of Zhan Tianzong left here.

Being able to build the Divination Pagoda proved that Zhan Tianzong was absolutely powerful at that time, and what such a sect left behind should not be simple things.

The three of them walked towards the corner, where there was a staircase leading to the upper floor, but it was not very conspicuous.

The stairs are made of wood, covered with dust, and the wooden handrails on the side are already a little decayed, which just means that these woods are not simple. After tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of years, they have not completely turned into dust. It is a very valuable wood.

The stairs were very long. After the three of Lin Yifan stood on the ground through the stairs, the surrounding darkness receded quickly, similar to the situation in the main hall, and the lights of unknown materials completely illuminated the space within a kilometer.

And after seeing everything in front of him clearly, Lin Yifan's eyes couldn't help but light up. There was nothing around, but there were traces carved on the ground, which looked messy, but in the eyes of a sensible person, it can be called a Treasure!
"Eh... there are only these ghostly symbols on this floor? Where did my treasure go?" Nangong Xian'er was a little dumbfounded, blinking her big eyes in confusion.

Hearing this, an idea suddenly appeared in Lin Yifan's mind, which made him a little dazed, and then smiled wryly at Nangong Xian'er beside him: "Don't say I'm hitting you, none of the treasures you think of may appear."

"Ah? Why?!" Nangong Xian'er was a little crazy, she came here for treasures, if she really didn't have any treasures, the gap would be too big!

Lin Yifan considered his words before slowly explaining: "It can't be said that there are no treasures, but the treasures here may exist in another way, such as various Taoist methods and strange means, things of a physical nature should not exist."

After finishing speaking, Lin Yifan continued without waiting for Nangong Xian'er to speak, "Before we all entered into a misunderstanding, thinking that there might be many treasures here, but in fact it may run counter to what we thought, because the existence of the Divination Tower is to let Those places where powerful existences leave inheritances, these inheritances can only be what I said."

"It's like here, it may be nothing to you, but to me, the things here are no less than an ancient artifact, and the value is even far more than the latter, which proves that the inheritance here is more important than the substantial The treasures you own may be even more precious, of course, you have to find the inheritance that suits you."