Suddenly, Zhuang Yi's heart was shocked, and a long-closed memory rose in his heart, like a flash of lightning, crossing his mind and splitting the cloud of doubt.

His body suddenly jumped into the room and rushed into his room. As soon as he was short, he had already crawled under the bed.

"Which piece, damn it, which piece is it."

Under the bed, the light was dim, and the floor was covered with thick dust because it was not usually cleaned. Zhuang Yi was lying on the ground, and his clothes were suddenly dirty. But he ignored it, just looked at the neatly arranged square stone slabs on the ground, muttering anxiously.

Squeezing the anxiety in his heart, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened his brain, and recalled carefully, and some vague memories slowly emerged.

After a while, his eyes suddenly opened and he shouted, "I have it, it's all the way." He finally recalled.

His eyes fell on the square floor, and he reached out to wipe away the dust on it. He saw a slight scratch on it. He thought to himself, "It's here."

Immediately afterwards, he came out from under the bed, stood up, lifted the mat under the pillow, and there was a black dagger worth more than twenty centimeters long underneath. He picked up the dagger, walked to the table, took the fire stick and candle, and entered the bed again.

Light the candle and fix it on the ground. The flames on the candles drive away the darkness.

Holding his breath, he pulled out the black dagger, and pried up the gap in the floor with the sharp tip. The stone slab immediately loosened.

Zhuang Yi was very patient and pried the stone slab bit by bit. The gap between the stone slab and the connected stone slab became larger and larger.

It took nearly a quarter of an hour to successfully remove the stone slab. At this time, he was already sweating profusely. Under the candlelight, his face was covered with dust.

He didn't care at all, and moved the thick stone slab away to reveal the soil below. He dug the black sword as a shovel in the soil.

The digging soil was piled up to one side. While digging, he wiped sweat with his sleeves, and his face was even darker.

After digging nearly ten centimeters, the little sword touched a hard object with a "deep" sound. Zhuang Yi's face looked happy, "I have it."

He threw the sword aside, rolled up his sleeves, and used both hands to dig the earth pit for a while. He took out the things inside.

Blowing out the candle, Zhuang Yi dragged the things he took out, climbed out of the bed, lay on the ground with his back, gasping heavily, and not wanting to move.

The excavation just now made him exhausted. His body is only twelve years old, he is small and weak, and his physical strength is limited.

He turned to look at the wooden box beside him, and gasped, wondering, "It's so strange. How did I bury it in five years ago? At that time, I was only seven years old."

After breathing evenly, he recovered some of his physical strength, got up from the ground, picked up the small wooden box, and sat on the stool next to the table.

He placed the wooden box on the table. He took a long breath, slowly stretched out his hand, opened the box, revealing what was inside.

The patriarch's patriarch's residence is not only the residence of the patriarch, but also the place where the elders discuss important matters.

Zhuang Cangyun is forty-two years old this year. Five years ago, he succeeded the patriarch as the patriarch with outstanding strength. Since he succeeded to the throne, he has managed the patriarch in an orderly manner. Although he is young, he has a lot of prestige in the clan.

He sat in his office and was looking up information about everyone in the younger generation of the clan. No family would ignore the cultivation of young people in the clan. They all knew that the future of the family lies with these young people.

Zhuang Cangyun also knows this truth well and attaches great importance to the cultivation of the younger generation. Every month, a test will be held in the Wu Pavilion to test their progress in terms of force.

The day before yesterday, I just completed a test, and the information he had just sent it. Within half a year, all the young people's transcripts were reported.

Through the comparison of the results of several months, we can accurately grasp the training status of each person.

While reading attentively, suddenly, a noise outside the door interrupted his thoughts.

On the face of the Chinese character, two lying eyebrows flicked slightly, and he raised his head unhappily. He hated the most that someone came to disturb him when dealing with matters.

Outside the door, a bold voice came in vaguely. The displeasure on his face immediately turned into helplessness. It was him who came back.

Putting the information aside, he stood up.

At this moment, the noise was approaching the door. With a "bang", the two doors were scattered by a huge force and scattered all over the ground.

A tall and powerful old man stepped in from outside the door. His beard under his jaw was white, but it was erected like a halberd, and he was powerful without anger.

He glared at Zhuang Cangyun standing in the center, his eyes as if he was about to spit out fire.

"Zhuang Cangyun, you did a good thing!"

A roar was like spring thunder bursting, shaking the cup on the table, buzzing, and the servants outside the door covered their ears in pain.

Zhuang Cangyun's face was as usual, and waved his hand and said to the servants, "You guys go down."

The servants were as amnesty as they fled at the fastest speed.

Zhuang Cangyun then turned his gaze to the angry old man, and his tone was as usual, "Three Elders, you just finished your mission outside, thank you for your hard work."

The old man, the third elder, glared at him, "Zhuang Cangyun, today, you must give me an explanation, otherwise, I and you will never end up."

"Sit down."

After looking at him for a few seconds, seeing the stubbornness in his eyes, Zhuang Cangyun knew that if he didn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would only be afraid that he would not give face to himself, the patriarch.

"Hmph." The third elder snorted angrily and sat on the chair beside him.

"If I did something wrong, you might as well say it openly. You are an elder, so you don't have to worry about it." Zhuang Cangyun said sincerely.

"Okay." The third elder shouted and looked at him with bright eyes. "Let me ask you, what did you promise me when I helped you as the patriarch five years ago?"

"You must treat the descendants of the former patriarch." Zhuang Cangyun's eyes remained unchanged and he replied loudly.

The third elder sneered, "Since you remember, then I'll ask you, my nephew Haiyue, where is the person now?"

A trace of gloom flashed across Zhuang Cangyun's face and said in a low voice, "He, Haiyue, went out alone to practice two years ago, and... he... disappeared and never came back."

A cold voice burst out from the third elder's face, and a cold voice squeezed out from his lips, "Where are you? Why don't you let him enter the Wu Pavilion? Why do you let someone hurt him? Say!" The last word said, with a murderous intent. Obviously, he was already extremely angry.

"What?" Zhuang Cangyun could no longer maintain his calmness, and his face changed drastically.
Chapter completed!