Lu Xin closed his eyes, but he always felt something bright in front of him shook his eyes, making him restless.

Lu Xin was restless and opened his eyes and looked forward. There was a shiny thing lying on his chest.

The thing reflected the brilliant sunlight, shining silver, and was very dazzling.

Lu Xin sat up, blocked the bright sunshine with his body, held the thing in his hand, and looked carefully.

It turned out that it was something hanging around his neck, with a strange shape, like a five-pointed star made of iron. This five-pointed star was strung by a thin chain of the same material and hung around Lu Xin's neck for eighteen years, but there was no rust at all.

Lu Xin remembered that he had been hanging this strange five-pointed star close to his body since he was a child. He always felt that the shape of the five-pointed star was imperfect and incomparable to the five-pointed star on the red flag. He wanted to take it down and throw it away, but his grandfather scolded him and said that it was a relic left by Lu Xin's father and he had to carry it close to him and could not be taken down. Lu Xin had to wear it all the time.

The five-pointed star always has a strange coldness. Whenever Lu Xin gets angry at the stupid words of those who look down on him, the chill brought by the five-pointed star close to his skin always makes him feel a little awake, control his emotions, and no longer continues to use anger to ruin his body for other people's stupidity.

Lu Xin silently touched the strange five-pointed star, a little confused. Why did his father keep something like himself that was neither good-looking nor useful?

Lu Xin was trapped in random thoughts again, thinking about it, and suddenly, there was a thread in his wild thinking that he had caught.

The touch of this five-pointed star is as cold as the touch of the iron lock just now. Could it be that the five-pointed star is also made of cold iron?

Moreover, the lock hole of the lock looks like an oblique triangle. This strange key hole cannot be opened with the usual key, but looking at the most prominent side of the five-pointed star in your hand, it looks a bit consistent with the keyhole.

It’s better to treat the dead horse as a living horse and try to insert the five-pointed star into the keyhole. Maybe the blind cat can hit the dead mouse.

Thinking of this, Lu Xin plucked up the last glimmer of hope and walked into the house.

With a serious mood, Lu Xin trembled with his left hand and held the dark and shiny cold iron lock tightly. He took the five-pointed star from his neck with his right hand. He pointed the five-pointed star against the keyhole and repeatedly corrected the angle. After a long time, he finally found a suitable angle. He inserted the five-pointed star in. It turned out that the five-pointed star and the keyhole were exactly in line.

Lu Xin pressed the five-pointed star hard again. The five-pointed star, which is not much bigger than the thumbnail, completely fell into the keyhole, and then he heard a wonderful crisp sound on the ground, and the cold iron lock was divided into two.

Good things are really hard to deal with. The treasure box finally opened, and Lu Xin couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.

Two items, a letter and a note, lay quietly in the dark box.

The letters and notes look as bright as new at first glance, but the water chestnuts on the page turn slightly yellow. It seems that eight years have not been without trace.

Lu Xin opened the envelope and held the letter paper tremblingly with both hands. After reading the letter, he was a little confused.

That was the letter left to him by his father Lu Junzhong, which read: "Son, this time my father went to Japan to perform a mission. I feel that there is so much luck and I am afraid that I will never come back. When you see this letter, maybe my father is no longer here. If you can open this lock and find this letter, your father will die with peace of mind. Son, you really look like me, and have the personality of never giving up. Dad is very relieved about your future. Dad has done a lot for the court in his life, but he has not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father. Dad feels sorry for you very much.

The only thing that can be left to you is this set of mental methods. This mental method is definitely better than what your grandfather passed on to you, and it is more suitable for you. As long as you practice well, you will definitely benefit a lot. Son, your grandfather, your father, we have sacrificed our lives for the court for generations, and now we are just working for some bureaucrats. It is really not worth it. Son, you should consider yourself more in the future. You don’t have to take it seriously. Son, be strong and live a happy life, and don’t care about anything else.”

Although Lu Xin is only twenty-three years old, his life experience over the years has made him very precocious. From the lines in his father's letter, Lu Xin vaguely felt that a huge conspiracy had been shrouded on his father. His father's death was strange. Can an ordinary plane accident make such an expert in internal skills lose his body?

Although he was suspicious, there was no evidence. Lu Xin had to keep it in his heart and wait for future exploration.

Lu Xin gently folded the letter paper, put it in the envelope, and then put it in the box.

Then his attention was completely on that thin note.

On the cover of the notes, I only wrote a few words: Give my son Jin Yanggong.

Lu Xin held up the notes and felt excited.

Open the notes and found the content written by my father in his vigorous, powerful, elegant and lively font.

On the first page, Lu Xin’s father Lu Junzhong briefly explained the reasons why he created a new exercise.

Lu Junzhong has practiced the Fuhugong Technique, which was inherited by the Lu family, to the ninth level of the highest stage, and is the second master to reach the top after the founder of the Fuhugong Technique. Originally, Lu Junzhong no longer needed to spend time and energy to create this new technique.

However, after Lu Xin was born, when Lu Jun used his ninth-level Fuhugong to explore the martial arts root bones for Lu Xin, he found that Lu Xin was the Nine Yang Vein, with most of the meridians blocked, and there was a large amount of innate Yuanyang true qi in his body, so he could not practice the ancestral Fuhugong.

Lu Jun re-expected that his son would definitely be very difficult to live in the Lu family, the ancient martial arts family, so he worked hard to create an unprecedented skill for his son.

Hard work pays off. Lu Jun revisited hundreds of internal skills in Taoism, Buddhism and other martial arts families. He then referred to modern human body scientific theories and visited the masters who lived in seclusion in the mountains and rivers. It took him a whole year to finally create an internal skills in the inner skills that were born from the Fuhu Gong but suitable for people like Lu Xin to practice, named "Jinyang Gong".

When Lu Xin saw this, he thought to himself: Why can my father see that I can’t practice the Tiger Fu, but my grandfather didn’t realize that I was wasted two years on me. Maybe twenty years ago, my grandfather only practiced to the eighth level, and the Tiger Fu was at the ninth level before he could explore the roots and bones.

Lu Xin thought again that when his father died in the air, it was months after the creation of this mental method that his father could not escape with the ninth-level Tiger Funeral Technique. Could it be that he exhausted his skills and hard work while studying Jinyang Technique and had not recovered when he died in the air, so that his corpse was gone.

Thinking of this, Lu Xin's psychology was filled with guilt and self-blame.
Chapter completed!