On New Year's Day, Qin Xuan was wandering alone on Stanley Peak.

The annual festival ceremony lasted for several days. Qin Xuan could not drink with the adults, nor did he want to play with a bunch of little kids. He was bored, so he wandered around alone.

The trees on Stanley Peak are lush and green, and the tree crowns are covered with snowflakes, like an old man in green wearing a white hat.

When the wind blew, snowflakes fell one after another, falling on Qin Xuan's head and shoulders, dyeing his hair white.

Qin Xuan looked at these trees that were still green in the severe cold and couldn't help but marvel at the strength of the Liu family.

The climate in the northwest is very cold, and the rivers are frozen three feet deep by ice and snow, but these trees can stay green forever, so they are certainly not ordinary trees.

"According to classic records, the trees on Stanley Peak are all thousand-year-old ancient trees with spiritual power. They were transplanted here by our ancestors. They are evergreen all year round and are tough and indestructible. Each ancient tree is no less than a third-level warrior.

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"The ancient trees all over the mountains and plains are probably not even comparable to a golden mountain!"

Qin Xuan was filled with emotion.

The more he got to know him, the more Qin Xuan felt that Liu was mysterious and unpredictable.

Every plant and tree on Stanley Peak is extremely precious and valuable, but the Liu family still opens the entire Stanley Peak to the people, which shows that the Liu family’s top management doesn’t care about Stanley Peak at all!

"If such precious Stanley Peak is ignored, how huge is the hidden power of the Liu family? No wonder the Liu family can dominate the Tiger Roaring Mountains and command an area thousands of miles in radius!"

Qin Xuan was filled with emotion as he walked along the narrow path towards the depths of Stanley Peak.

Since entering this world, he has never been to Stanley Peak. He only learned about the preciousness of Stanley Peak from classics.

At this moment, looking at the flowing water, waterfalls, ancient trees, and strange flowers everywhere on Stanley Peak, I suddenly felt that my previous life of more than 20 years had been in vain!

Just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, except for being amazed, she was speechless!

As I walked, a familiar ancient stone palace suddenly appeared in front of me.

Qin Xuan's expression changed and he stopped in a hurry. Why did he arrive at the entrance of this ancestral hall?

This familiar yet unfamiliar stone hall is the clan ancestral hall.

When he thought that the mysterious silver bead came from here, Qin Xuan's mind suddenly became confused. This matter was the biggest secret in his heart, and he did not dare to let others know.

Coming from another world, this is such an incredible thing, Qin Xuan understands it very well, so he is afraid, afraid that others will treat him as a monster to study and torture him.

But in this mysterious world dominated by martial arts, there are too many strong people.

Qin Xuan knew from the classics that powerful warriors could see through people's hearts and even the secrets of the soul at a glance, so just in case, he had been trying his best to avoid the strong men in his clan.

And there is a powerful being guarding the clan ancestral hall!

Qin Xuan was very worried. He took a breath secretly to calm himself down, then turned around as if nothing had happened and prepared to return the same way.

"Little guy, since you're here, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" A slightly stooped figure suddenly appeared at the door of the attic. "You are the kitten from the east side, right? Come here, grandpa is alone today."

Companionship is very boring. Since you are here, just talk to grandpa for a while!"

Qin Xuan felt a pain in his heart. It seemed that he still hadn't escaped. Forget it, the soldiers would stop him, and the water would cover him.

He immediately turned around and looked at the old man innocently, "Grandpa, how did you know I was coming?"

The old man guarding the temple laughed, but did not answer. He just turned around to himself.

Qin Xuan felt uneasy in his heart and reluctantly followed the old man into the ancestral hall.

"Oh, grandpa, I can't even walk!" The old man at the temple shuffled and sat on a futon, looking at Qin Xuan with a lowered brow and a smile, and said pointedly, "Little boy,

You see, grandpa is so old and can’t walk, so how can he still guard the ancestral hall? What if something is lost in the ancestral hall one day?”

When Qin Xuan heard this, he understood that the old man Shouci already knew that the silver bead was lost, and his heart immediately tightened, and he said calmly, "Grandpa, you are in such good health, how can something happen?"

"Beep peel, beep peel", the wood in the brazier next to it was burned and cracked. The old man who kept the temple seemed to be distracted by the sound, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little boy, add some firewood to this brazier.

Well, we don’t have enough firepower. It’s really cold in our northwest!”

Qin Xuan lowered his head, picked up some firewood, threw it in, and quickly returned to sit down.

"I have nothing to do, and I can't join in the fun of commemorating my old man this year. Let's chat here, the old man and the young one!"

The old man guarding the ancestral hall did not mention anything about Mao Wazi's visit to the ancestral hall, nor did he ask Qin Xuan why he was wandering here alone. He just kept chatting about the little things in life...

Qin Xuan's heart gradually calmed down. He couldn't escape what was coming, so he might as well deal with it calmly.

Anyway, he has already died once, so he is not afraid of dying again.

That silver bead has been placed in the ancestral hall for thousands of years. It has long been recognized by the tribe as an ordinary pearl. He does not believe that the old man who keeps the ancestral hall will kill him because of a broken bead that has no effect?

In the ancestral hall, the chattering of the old man guarding the ancestral hall echoed. From time to time, a cold wind blew through the empty attic. Qin Xuan quickly tightened his cotton coat and wrapped his hands, with a clear look of impatience on his face.

I really don't want to stay any longer.

"Haha, Xiaoxiaozi, do you know the story of the ancestors of our Liu family?" the old man guarding the temple suddenly asked Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan shook his head gently, expressing that he didn't know.

The old man guarding the temple was not surprised by Qin Xuan's answer.

"Your uncles and uncles must have told you that our ancestor was a powerful martial king!" The old man guarding the temple moved his eyes slightly, and gently threw his right hand back.

"Many people in the tribe think so, but the truth is often made up by strong people. Who can really know the history?"

"For many people, there is no difference between the seventh level and the ninth level, because in their eyes, they are both invincible. The ancestor is such a legend! But in fact, in the secrets left by the ancestors,

There is a faint record that he once killed a powerful person in the Xuan Realm!"

"Xuanjing?" Qin Xuan's face showed some doubts, he raised his head and looked at the old man guarding the temple.

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He has read many classics and has a slight understanding of martial arts, but he has never heard of the mysterious realm.

He knew that martial arts was divided into ten levels. The first three levels were the physical realm, the fourth to sixth levels were the true energy realm, and the seventh to ninth levels were the rule realm. There was no record of the tenth level in the classics. He only knew that this was the limit of martial arts.

The end point of all warriors’ training!

"By the way, you don't know the divisions of martial arts realms," the old man at the temple looked at Qin Xuan and laughed again, "There are ten levels of martial arts, the first level is skin forging, the second level is flesh refining, and the third level is bone shedding.

It’s the physical state.”

"As the name suggests, the physical realm is about cultivating the physical body, strengthening the muscles, bones, qi, blood, skin and flesh, so that the human body can step by step surpass ordinary people, so that it can withstand huge amounts of true energy."

Qin Xuan nodded, he already knew this. The first three levels are basic cultivation, and in fact they are just mortals.

Levels 4 to 6 are truly powerful warriors, possessing the ability to dominate an area.

The old man guarding the temple continued: "The fourth to sixth levels are the realm of quenching pulses, promoting blood circulation, and transforming marrow, also known as the true energy realm. There is also the realm of rules above it. Beyond the realm of rules, one is the legendary strong man in the mysterious realm.

.But that kind of existence is too ethereal for us, even an eighth-level grandmaster is enough to destroy my Liu family!"

The old man guarding the temple sighed with emotion. He was confused for a long time before he came back to his senses and said, "Haha, grandpa accidentally got distracted. Let's get back to the topic!"

Qin Xuan nodded, suppressing the shock in his heart, but said nothing.

"No one knows why the ancestors settled here, and no one knows where the ancestors went, but since the ancestors established the Liu family, they have disappeared without a trace..."

The old man guarding the temple chatted eloquently, and the day passed quickly.

At dusk, Qin Xuan walked out of the ancestral hall and looked back at the ancestral hall. Qin Xuan suppressed all the thoughts in his heart and walked down the mountain.

From the mouth of the old man Shouci, he learned a lot about martial arts and other things, but these were not important. He always thought about the words of the old man Shouci, "Even an eighth-level grandmaster is enough to make me Liu Shi

destruction".

Why did the old man guarding the temple say that he was an eighth-level master instead of a seventh-level king? Could it be that there is a seventh-level king in the clan?

Qin Xuan vaguely felt that he had seen the true face of the Liu family. The clan elder was only the strongest on the surface, and the Liu family's real trump card was probably a seventh-level king!

Not long after Qin Xuan left, a figure appeared in the ancestral hall.

"Father, are you going to let this kid go like this? According to the situation that day, he is one of the people most likely to take away the relics of the ancestors!" The clan elder looked at the old man guarding the temple in confusion, "And why did you tell him about the ancestors?

This is a big secret in the clan!"

"Do you think a child of four or five years old can remain so calm even if he steals something and is discovered? I have already used my spiritual sense to go to his house to investigate, but I did not find the whereabouts of the relics.

"The old man guarding the temple said quietly.

"As for the things I told him, they are all history thousands of years ago. So what if it is spread out? Who among the world's masters doesn't know about my Liu family? By the way, the mysterious man who sneaked into the forbidden area that day was found out.
Chapter completed!