There are only dozens of households in the Shizhai, with a total of more than 200 people. There are men, women, young and old, and the strongest one is just a life spring.

"Is this a descendant of a certain family in the past?" Chen Yi glanced at several stone tools suspiciously.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang Wu came over with the help of several people, greeted Chen Yi, and gave him a big gift, while the others also gave the big gift.

"Thank you for your help!" Everyone thanked each other in unison.

Chen Yi quickly used his divine power to lift them up and said, "The old man doesn't need to do this. It's just a matter of raising his hands, and it's not worth mentioning."

On the other side, Ye Fan came over after dealing with the bandits and said, "I will sleep here for one night tonight, and I hope the old man will be more tolerant."

"No, no, it is the honor of our stone village to stop here." Mr. Zhang Wu waved his hand quickly and arranged for someone to clean the stone house.

After Mr. Zhang left, Ye Fan asked Chen Yi: "What did you discover just now?"

Chen Yi stared at the departure of Master Zhang Wu and said thoughtfully: "This stone village was once vast before, but now it has declined!"

Soon, Mr. Zhang Wu and his friends made an empty house for Chen Yi and the others to live in. Although it was just a stone house, it was clean and tidy and was carefully cleaned.

That night, Mr. Zhang and others warmly welcomed the two of them, killing several sheep. Everyone sat around the fire, and the whole roasted golden and shiny sheep was taken off the fire rack, and everyone ate large pieces of meat and drank wine in large bowls.

Most men in the Northern Region are rough and even bandit-like. They are indispensable for drinking, and Chen Yi has a great time eating. This is the first time since he came to Beidou.

After a lot of food and drink, Chen Yi came to Zhang Wuye's house to ask him about the origin of their Shizhai.

Master Zhang Wu said bluntly, saying that their ancestors of the Zhang family were the fifth generation of the Origin Heavenly Master of the Northern Region, but the source techniques he passed down are now no more than one ten, and are almost lost.

"Master Yuan Tian? No wonder..." Chen Yi showed a gloomy look.

Ye Fan was puzzled and asked curiously: "What is Master Yuan Tian?"

"The Origin Heavenly Master is a title, and only those who have mastered the Origin Art can be called the Origin Heavenly Master. The Origin Heavenly Master can determine the dragon veins based on the mountains, rivers and landforms, and can use the stars to lock the divine source. Any rare treasures in the stone cannot escape the eye clearness of the Origin Heavenly Master." Chen Yi explained.

"Indeed! My ancestors can see the stone accurately and can cut out the divine source at will. They can go green in all the holy places where they pass. They have even bet on the saints of Yaochi!"

A trace of light flashed in the white and turbid old eyes of Mr. Zhang Wu, sighing at the former glory of the family.

"Hiss!"

Ye Fan took a breath and said unstoppably: "He has won the saint of Yaochi?"

"Yes!" Zhang Wuye nodded and said, "This is the most glorious thing my ancestors have ever done! Ten thousand years ago, my ancestors set their sights on the Holy Que of Yaochi, and gambled there for seven days and seven nights, and cut out a large number of rare treasures. In order to recover the losses, Yaoguang's Saint bets on himself, but ended up losing himself!"

The gossip fire in Ye Fan's heart started to burn and asked, "What happened in the end?"

"The ancestor did not make things difficult for the saint of Yaochi, but asked her to leave politely. The ancestor thus had a good relationship with Yaochi and became the guardian of Yaochi's outside the Taoist sect." Mr. Zhang Wu said.

"Then why are you so depressed now?" Chen Yi asked.

Mr. Zhang Wu smiled bitterly and said, "The ancestor once left a strange book, which records the source technique he learned throughout his life. It was only a thousand years ago that my ancestors of the Zhang family took it into an unknown place and never came out again. From then on, the source technique was cut off and my Zhang family declined."

"What a pity, then a strange book was lost!" Ye Fan regretted, and then thought of something and asked: "How did your ancestors end up? Are you enjoying your old age here?"

Mr. Zhang Wu shook his head, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes: "The ancestors were not calm in their later years, but saw many bizarre and strange things, and finally disappeared inexplicably."

"The unknown thing about Master Yuan’s later years!" Chen Yi said with a faint look.

"What is that? It sounds scary!" Ye Fan asked.

Master Zhang Wu sighed and said, "I don't know! It is said that Master Yuan Tiandi dug out a lot of things that should not be seen in the sun, so he was cursed by heaven, and it happened unknown in his later years."

"What is it?" Ye Fan asked.

"On the night when the ancestors disappeared, a red-haired whirlwind blew outside. Some inexplicably terrifying creatures howled and roared all night."

Mr. Zhang Wu paused and then said, "According to a young child next to Chuzu, he saw that one of Chuzu's hands was covered with red hair, and he also saw humanoid creatures walking outside the window. He just turned his head and Chuzu disappeared forever!"

Ye Fan smashed his tongue and said, "This is too scary! Why is it like a ghost calling someone?"

"These are all passed down from word to word of mouth by ancestors. I have not exaggerated it, and the villagers basically know these things." Mr. Zhang Wu shook his head.

"And after learning about it, the saint of Yaochi visited the northern region to look for him, but there was no result. In the end, he had established a tomb for him with his own hands." Mr. Zhang sighed and continued.

"Master Yuan Tian was like this in his later years." Chen Yi shrugged and added: "Not only Master Yuan Tian, ​​anyone who is proficient in the source technique will basically find it difficult to die in his later years!"

"Yes!" Zhang Wuye nodded and agreed: "Some of them will even harm the tribe members. Therefore, the first ancestor was in a lonely and rarely interacted with outsiders in his later years."

"Then how strong is your ancestor?" Ye Fan asked.

"When my first ancestor was young, he tied with the Saint Maiden in Yaochi. Later, even the Holy Lords of the major holy lands could not help him." Mr. Zhang Wu said calmly.

"All such a strong person was robbed!" Ye Fan was shocked.

Chen Yi shook his head and said, "This is not very strong, but you have seen too little now, so you think the major saints are extremely powerful."

"It seems that you can beat the Holy Lord!" Ye Fan was dissatisfied and gave him a blank look.

"Tsk! Give me three years, I can hit them in a fancy way!" Chen Yi said confidently.

Mr. Zhang Wu sighed: "But after the loss of the Ziyuan Tianshu, no one in my Zhang family was proficient in the Origin Arts, so it has never happened. So it is not entirely a bad thing to lose the Origin Heavenly Book."

After a while of silence, Chen Yi spoke: "In fact, what your ancestors have left behind is not only the Book of Origin, but also some other rare treasures."

"Haha..." Mr. Zhang Wu pinched his gray beard and couldn't help but smile: "The ancestors left only a bunch of stone tools except the Book of Origin. Where did they come from..."

"You mean..." Mr. Zhang Wu seemed to think of something, and his fingers were trembling.
Chapter completed!