My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Murong Zhengyang seemed to have guessed something and said with a smile: "Haha, I'll go upstairs to prepare the materials for tomorrow. We can talk slowly later if there's anything else."

After saying that, Murong Zhengyang walked upstairs.

Only Yang Feng and Murong Wan were left in the hall.

Murong Wan stretched and said, "It's getting late, do you want to rest?"

"I suddenly have a question."

Yang Feng looked at Murong Wan and asked, "What is the historical connection between your family and Qingtian?"

He was no longer shy about talking about this with Murong Wan.

Moreover, Yang Feng guessed that Murong Wan was most likely aware of this matter.

"Qingtian? He is a historical figure."

Murong Wan was surprised and said, "But unfortunately, our family really has nothing to do with them."

"Really?"

"Do you think I need to lie to you about this?"

Murong Wan asked.

Yang Feng found this even more strange.

If Murong Wan didn't know, then what was going on in the library?

"I still want to go to the library tonight."

With such doubts in mind, Yang Feng would definitely not be able to sleep.

Murong Wan also noticed Yang Feng's doubts and said, "Okay, you are an old acquaintance anyway. As long as you go over, someone should open the door for you. What's more, you just saved Elder Qin."

"Then I'll go there first."

Yang Feng seemed impatient.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening outside.

Just as Murong Wan said, Yang Feng is an old acquaintance here.

He only needed to say hello and then he could enter the Murong family's library.

Library.

Yang Feng arrived at the position where he had obtained the Qingtian inheritance.

He remembered that Qingtian had stored his consciousness and the words he needed to leave behind in his spiritual power, and passed them down to future generations through special martial arts.

This is the ability of a top-level warrior.

There are not many people who can do this, and Qingtian is one of them.

Yang Feng sat on the wooden floor.

His eyes looked around the library.

A sea of ​​books, with a little darkness in the gaps between the densely packed shelves.

Yang Feng looked around and then closed his eyes.

He tried to sense the situation around him, which was different from before.

In the past, he was still very weak and could not perceive things so delicately.

But when he sensed it again this time, he found that there was an extremely powerful spiritual power in the library, hidden in the mezzanine of the wall.

This hidden spiritual power is very powerful, but also very hidden.

Yang Feng suddenly opened his eyes, walked towards the mezzanine of the wall, and saw that there were indeed some signs of sealing there.

He hesitated for a moment.

Yang Feng finally opened the compartment and took out an ancient parchment scroll.

"Is this left over from Qingtian's era?"

Yang Feng was a little confused.

Qingtian was a figure from the Ming Dynasty.

Logically, people of his time shouldn't have used materials like parchment as a means of communication.

But soon, when Yang Feng carefully touched the material of the parchment scroll, his expression changed slightly.

"No, this is not sheepskin."

There was a hint of surprise in Yang Feng's eyes.

He used his eyes to carefully observe the situation inside the skin.

It was a small seal connected by dots.

It was precisely this seal that blocked Yang Feng's vision and his previous perception.

Maybe this is God's arrangement.

Yang Feng unlocked the seal, and then he really felt the spiritual power surging out.

Then, just like what we saw last time.

The spiritual power glowed white, and gradually a person was projected out from it.

This is like a modern holographic projection, except that this one is more real and has a little special heat.

Familiar faces.

This person is Qingtian.

"It seems that you have found something I left behind."

This was the first sentence Qingtian uttered.

He was not connected with the previous consciousness, so the look he gave Yang Feng was unfamiliar.

It's like a simple message box, or a program.

A program written by spiritual power can simply deal with some problems, but he does not have the memory and judgment ability of a human after all.

But even so, it is extremely amazing.

Because he came from hundreds of years ago.

"Senior Qingtian, my name is Yang Feng. I discovered the inheritance you left in the Murong family. I also digested the inheritance you left behind because I really couldn't find your descendants."

Yang Feng spoke first.

Qingtian was not surprised and said with a smile: "It seems that you have not shirked this responsibility."

He has a bright smile and seems to be in a good mood.

After all, Qingtian was only in his forties when he died.

Yang Feng looked at Qingtian in front of him and said, "Senior Qingtian, I don't quite understand why you keep both of your things in the Murong family."

"Are you asking about my relationship with the Murong family?"

"Yes, I am very curious about this."

Yang Feng spoke.

Qingtian smiled and said, "Young man, can you sense a person's luck?"

"This……"

Yang Feng was speechless and didn't know how to answer.

Qingtian smiled and said, "Then you must not be able to perceive nature yet."

"I know that Senior Qingtian is an ancient warrior who is good at using the power of nature."

"Well, you should have been to Zhuge's house, right?"

"Yes, I have been there."

Yang Feng replied, "I saw many things inside, including your sculpture."

"I see."

Qingtian smiled and said, "The Zhuge family has great luck, which is very extraordinary."

"Although I can't sense it, I can...see something."

Yang Feng answered truthfully.

Qingtian was a little surprised and asked, "Can you tell?"

He felt strange and didn't quite understand what Yang Feng meant.

"This is quite complicated and may not be explained clearly for the time being."

Yang Feng didn't know where to start.

Qingtian was not interested in this, he just smiled and said: "Forget it, I believe that since you can get here, you must have some special qualities that are different from ordinary people."

"I just had better luck."

"Haha, although you have great luck, you still have some willpower, although it is very weak."

"Vow power? Senior Qingtian, you also know this..."

Yang Feng recalled that the old man had also told him this before.

Qing Tian smiled and said, "You will know it soon, but I don't have much time. After being seriously injured, I have very limited spiritual power left."

"After being seriously injured... Could it be that Senior Qingtian, you didn't die immediately after the battle?"

Yang Feng opened his eyes wide in surprise.

This is different from what is recorded in history books.

Qingtian showed some helplessness and said, "But it's almost the same as death. It just left a little fire. Fortunately, at least you inherited a part of the fire, so the fire didn't disappear. At least it was preserved in your body."

"Yes, but I still don't know what you want me to do, Senior Qingtian."

Yang Feng asked his biggest question.