In Lin 'an City, there was an antique street at the foot of Mount Wu. It was called Hefang Street.
As it had just rained, the streets were a little muddy. There were only two or three pedestrians walking on the streets. Shen Xuan carried a mountaineering bag and a sword case as he walked into an antique shop called " Xileng Seal Society."
This shop was also called Mountain Wu House, and it was Wuxie's shop.
In the shop, Wu Xie was lying on a rattan chair, flipping through a book that had already turned yellow, her face showing a panicked expression from time to time.
Meng Meng, the shop assistant, was cleaning the dust on the counter with a feather duster. When he saw a young man carrying a sword case walking into the shop, he quickly went forward to greet him." Do you want to translate the rubbings or have something to sell?”
Shen Xuan did not pay any attention to the shop assistant and sat down on the rattan chair opposite Wu Xie.
Wu Xie was still focused on reading the notes left behind by his grandfather and did not notice Shen Xuan's arrival.
The notebook told the story of four local masters robbing a bloody corpse tomb.
"The story is very interesting, but it's a pity that the family of four risked their lives to obtain the silk book. In the end, it was cheated away by Old Man Mi."”
Wu Xie came back to her senses and looked at Shen Xuan with a strange expression, asking,""How do you know about my grandfather?”
Wu Xie was very surprised. This notebook was written by his grandfather. It was about fifty years ago. His grandfather had retired and was very afraid of his family mentioning the underground. There were many things about his grandfather that even his family did not know. The young man in front of him looked about the same age as him. How could he know about his grandfather?
Shen Xuan placed the rubbing on the table and slowly said,"That's not important. It's considered returned to its original owner now.”
Wu Xie was stunned the moment the silk book was taken out. This silk book was even rarer than the Heshi jade. Even if you turned the entire land of Huaxia upside down, you might not be able to find a complete silk book. Unfortunately, this was a rubbing. Even so, this rubbing was still priceless!
Wu Xie had never seen the words on the silk book before. The words were neither in the language of the six dynasties nor the language of the Qin country, nor were they in the language of the Bo or Da Zhuan. However, compared to the silk book, he was more curious about why the silk book would appear in the hands of this young man in front of him.
Wu Xie put down her grandfather's notebook and asked,""Who are you?"
"Who am I?" Shen Xuan's face revealed a trace of confusion.
Wu Xie looked at the confused Shen Xuan with interest and asked,""Don't tell me you don't know who you are?”
Shen Xuan still remembered that he was a transmigrator who had transmigrated to this world where antiques and tomb raiding were fused.
There were nine sects and four sects for tomb raiding, and five branches for antiques.
The Dark Artifacts from the underground would definitely pass through one of the nine gates. (The people from the Nine Gates are still alive.)
Items that spread on the ground must pass through the palm and eye of the five meridians.
Obviously, this was the world of appraisers and grave robbers.
Logically speaking, Shen Xuan was an outsider who had nothing to do with this. The trend of fate forced him to participate in this matter.
Many years ago, he had walked out of the bronze door, and just like his little brother, he had become an Immortal who would never grow old or die. The strange thing was that he didn't have the blood of a Qilin, nor did he have a Qilin tattoo. After his body went through intense exercise, a strange evil dragon totem would appear on his body. If he didn't exercise, there wouldn't be any pattern on his body.
The same thing happened to him and the little brother. As time passed, his memory began to blur, and he even lost his memory. He could no longer remember which tombs he had been to, who he had seen, and even the Hundred Exorcism Sword on his back.
He knew very well that the only way to solve the mystery of his body was to go to the tomb. He had always been alone. He had gone down to the tombs of many nobles and generals alone just to solve the strange mystery of his body. However, there were no clues. The Evil Dragon Totem was still a mystery, and his memory was getting more and more blurry. He almost forgot what his name was and what he wanted to do.
Apart from the amnesia, his body had undergone a very subtle change. If he continued to live without knowing anything, he did not know what would happen to his body. In short, it would definitely be a bad outcome.
He was not a passive person. After careful consideration, he could only go to more tombs to solve the unknown mysteries of his body. Because of his amnesia, he needed a guide to lead him forward.
This guide needed to go to many tombs, and his thirst for knowledge was bursting.
Without a doubt, Wu Xie was the best candidate.
Even thinking about the simple question of his name gave Shen Xuan a headache. He said impatiently,"My name is not important. Help me translate the contents of this silk book.”
Immediately after, Shen Xuan opened his backpack, which was filled with cash. There were stacks of hundred-yuan bills, and he took out a stack and placed it on the table.
Wu Xie's eyes were wide open. This strange person whose name she didn't know was actually so rich.
"When you translate the words, you can associate it with the map."”
"Are you saying that this silk book is a map?”
Even her grandfather's notes didn't describe what was recorded in the Warring States silk book. Wu Xie was very curious about what was recorded in the silk book.
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