Yang Chengye smiled lightly and said: "Gaining it is my fortune, losing it is my fate, there's nothing to be disappointed about."

  "What a pity!"

  Hehe

  Abi smiled with difficulty and said: "I didn't expect little brother to be so open-minded, it's really admirable!"

  "Abi grandma, I heard that Hu Fei is extremely afraid of this Swallow Nest, what's the reason for this?"

  Abi said, "Those people were all coveting the Murong family's martial arts classics. In order to prevent them from disturbing the young master, I killed one whenever they came. As time passed, my notorious name spread."

  "Little brother, I think you have a good character, there's an unreasonable request, I don't know if you can agree to it?"

  "Mother-in-law, I will definitely try my best to accomplish what I can." Yang Chengye nodded.

  Abi smiled with relief and said: "After I die, I hope that little brother can bury me in the tomb of the young master. In this way, when I get to the other side, I can continue to serve him."

  Abi spoke, and a thread of greenish blood again appeared at the corner of her mouth.

  Yang Chengye replied: "Alright, I will definitely make it happen."

  All he saw was Abi taking out a delicate small wooden box from her bosom and handing it to Yang Chengye, saying: "Young brother, this is what Sister Azhu gave me, inside are recorded the methods of her disguise technique."

  "I'd like to thank you, so I'm giving it to you, hope you can make use of it."

  Yang Chengye took the wooden box, Ah Zhu was a master of disguise, and in those years, he used his disguise technique to deceive Ji Mo Zhi and the masters of Xi Xia Yi Pin Tang.

  Even Qiao Feng was deceived by A Zhu, otherwise he wouldn't have been accidentally injured by Qiao Feng, resulting in her tragic death.

  Abi looked at Yang Chengye for a moment, closed her eyes, and passed away peacefully, with a smile still on her face.

  Yang Chengye opened the wooden box and saw two human skin masks inside, soft in texture, vividly painted, and below them was a small booklet.

  Yang Chengye flipped through it and found that it recorded some methods of disguise.

  Yang Chengye put away the wooden box and carried A Bi to a grave, the grave had no weeds, apparently A Bi often tidied it up.

  There were no words on the tombstone in front of the grave, empty and blank.

  The story of Tian Long took place during the Zhezong era, just a few decades ago.

  At first, the Su family of Murong was famous in Jianghu for their reputation as a result of the "Dough-turning Star" martial arts, and they made a name for themselves with the phrase "using others' methods to counterattack".

  The Murong clan has been producing top-notch experts since Murong Longcheng's time, every generation is a master.

  For the sake of a pipe dream that was fundamentally impossible to achieve, Murong Bo ruined himself and also ruined his son.

  Murong Bo personally planned the Yanmen Pass massacre back then, and then pretended to die early, hiding in the dark like a rat, secretly learning Shaolin's 72 ultimate skills almost got himself killed.

  His son Murong Fu also persisted in his dream of restoring the country since he was young, until he became a madman.

  In the Tianlong clan, among those with exceptionally high martial arts skills, Xiao Feng died and Xuzhu became the master of Lingjiu Palace. However, Lingjiu Palace has no presence in Jianghu, it is unknown whether they have gone into hiding or something has happened to them.

  Duan Yu actually became an emperor, and Emperor Duan Zhixing of Southern Tang was his grandson.

  The most powerful Sweeper Monk is actually in Shaolin, I don't know if he's still alive.

  Wuyingzi is dead, Su Xinghe and his other disciples are fine, but their martial arts skills are slightly inferior.

  As for Li Qiushui's legacy, since Western Xia still exists, there should be successors, but being in the imperial palace, how can they mix with the rivers and lakes?

  It's normal that their rumors can't be heard in the Jianghu.

  It's a pity that the kung fu created by our predecessors with great effort and hardship would disappear in the long river of history.

  Yang Chengye didn't have much desire for the Murong family's ultimate skills and the martial arts secret books in the Luan Huan Yu Dong, but instead hoped that the Murong family would continue to pass them down. However, they were all destroyed in a fire, which was truly a pity.

  Yang Chengye dug up Murong Fu's tomb and buried Ah Bi beside him. Then, he turned around and suddenly saw a fake tomb of Murong Bo who pretended to be dead.

  In the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Murong Bo and Xiao Feng's father Xiao Yuanshan, under the guidance of Sweeping Monk, both renounced worldly life and became monks in Shaolin Temple. They would definitely die on Mount Song. Then what is inside this empty tomb?

  Yang Chengye stared at the tombstone with a curious mind, secretly wondering: "Is there really nothing here or is there some kind of treasure like jewels?"

  Out of curiosity, Yang Chengye walked around the tomb in a circle.

  Most secret rooms have mechanisms, if this empty tomb is a secret room, there must be an opening mechanism.

  Yang Chengye thought for a moment, his eyes scanning around, looking for any special place, perhaps that was the mechanism.

  Yang Chengye shook his head with a bitter smile after looking for a long time without finding anything special. If there was something special, it wasn't something that just anyone could discover. Was it some kind of secret room?

  Having been spoiled by smooth sailing, one's brain becomes less useful, and yet such childish thoughts still emerge.

  Yang Chengye tapped and patted around the tombstone, finally finding a mechanism on the pattern at the bottom of the tombstone. With a forceful press, the stone slab in the middle of the base sank down, revealing an entrance.

  "Who would have thought there's actually a trick to it!"

  Yang Chengye got excited, even if there was nothing inside, it satisfied his curiosity about exploration.

  The tomb has not been ventilated for a long time, and there must be toxic gases inside. We need to let in some fresh air first, otherwise we will be poisoned. It's just the right opportunity to make two torches for lighting.

  Yang Chengye picked up local materials and made two torches with dry branches and weeds.

  After the torch was made, Yang Chengye was stunned. He had been in this era for several months and had never used fire before, so he didn't even have a tool to make fire on him. Under helplessness, he could only drill wood to make fire.

  Yang Chengye thought to himself: "It seems like I'll have to make some matches in the future, it's too much trouble otherwise."

  Yang Chengye did not know that matches had already been invented, but they were not as convenient as later ones that could be ignited with a single stroke.

  After lighting the torch, Yang Chengye gave a few palms at the entrance of the cave, and then crawled into the cave with his breath closed.

  He walked along the passage for five or six meters, then entered a stone chamber about five or six meters long and wide. Yang Chengye took a look around, except for the coffin in the middle, the stone chamber was empty.

  He cautiously walked in, then circled around the coffin and found that the coffin lid was not nailed to death. Afraid of having a mechanism trap, he retreated back to the passageway, then threw out an unlit torch, striking the coffin lid flying.

  The coffin lid flew out and fell to the ground. After that, there was no other movement inside the stone chamber, so they walked in with a peace of mind.

  Coming to the coffin, Yang Chengye bowed his head and looked into the coffin, finding a wooden box inside.

  The more to the end, the more careful, Yang Chengye did not dare to make fun of his life, picked up the fire stick that had just been thrown out, gently poked at the box, and only took out the box after making sure it was safe.

  Hugging the box, Yang Chengye returned to the outside and used the simplest method to throw the box far away onto a rock. The box shattered into pieces. A dark projectile shot out.

  Yang Chengye hastily tiptoed and quickly retreated with a "brush" sound, avoiding the incoming hidden projectile.