Heavenly Dao Formula

That night, in the Fang family mansion.

"Old Master, Lord Qianyan is here." Someone outside the study knew.

"The door is unlocked," Fang Jiuzhang replied, "just come in."

The door was pushed open, and Qian Yan walked into the room, then raised her eyebrows in surprise—she noticed that not only Fang Jiuzhang, but also the old lady Fang Yu, chief disciple Fang Yanni, and Fang Xiandao were all in the room. The four of them sat in a circle, as if they were waiting for her to appear.

Qianyan turned his attention to Fang Xiandao.

The latter replied with a "he doesn't know anything" look.

That's all... nine out of ten have something to do with Fang's logistics. Recently, the demand for ice ship transportation has surged, and many living dead have been transferred to other places. Due to her special status, the head of the Fang family has never looked for her, but it seems that this situation will not last forever.

She neither rejects nor likes exchanging qi or spells for rewards. After all, she has to spend part of her time on the pier, leaving less time for her own research. In the past, she was never short of time, and it didn't matter to waste some time, but since she came to Jinxia, ​​new things emerged one after another, and she felt that the long years were interesting.

It's just that Qianyan knew in her heart that the courtesy that the previous heads of the Fang family treated her was just a kind of inheritance from generation to generation. In the dense forest of Lingshan Mountain, she seldom went out, basically squatting at Fang's house to eat and drink for free. Now when she needed her help, even if there would be a delay, she had no intention of refusing.

"I don't know what it means to call me here?" Qian Yan sat down at the other end of the circle. Even with more money in hand now, the Fang family did not change their previous habit of sitting on the floor, at most they just added a blanket to the area where they often stayed.

"That's it..." Fang Jiuzhang seemed a little hesitant. He didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a while, "Do you know that Xia Fan is going to the West Pole soon?"

"I heard Qianzhi mentioned it. What's the matter?" Qianyan was puzzled, why did he suddenly mention this matter? In her memory, West Pole is a vassal state, and the titles are more scary than the last. In fact, the wealth of the family can be counted on one hand.

"..." Fang Jiuzhang fell into silence again.

"Old man." Fang Yu elbowed him, "Don't be in a daze."

"old man!"

It was not until the old lady let out a dissatisfied snort that Fang Jiuzhang muttered helplessly, "I am not willing to part with Qianyan. Fine, I say yes." He looked at Qianyan and sighed, "You want to go to the West Pole with them Is it?"

Fang Xiandao and Fang Yanni were both taken aback.

Rao Qianyan, who has always been calm in dealing with things, also showed surprise. What is the problem? "Why should I go? He didn't invite the Fang family, did he? Besides, even if he invited, I have no reason to agree."

Unless Xia Fan sincerely begs himself.

"Master, why do you ask this?" Fang Xiandao coughed twice, "Isn't Lord Qianyan the patron saint of our Fang family?"

"Stinky boy, you think I want to." Fang Jiuzhang turned around and fumbled, and placed a copper box in the middle of the crowd.

The box seemed to be quite old, the edges and corners were all polished to a faint golden color, and the rest of the place was covered with gray-green copper spots, it could not be overstated to say that it was an antique.

"What is this?" Qian Yan asked puzzled.

"The things that have been handed down from the Fang family since ancient times are kept by the owners of the past generations, but the things inside are left to you."

"No way..." Fang Xiandao muttered, "Qianyan is older than you, and she is also older than most of the Patriarchs, but it has been passed on for so long, and the person concerned doesn't know about it? What kind of inheritance is this?"

"Could it be that you put the treasure in the box into your pocket and pawned it secretly, so you haven't been able to take it out?" Fang Yanni glanced at the master suspiciously.

"What nonsense are you all talking about!" Fang Jiuzhang blew his beard and stared, "Of course there is a reason for this! In short, a thousand words...you should open it first and have a look."

Qianyan reached out to take the copper box, gently snapped off the lid and it fell off.

Apparently it's not enhanced protection because it's passed down from generation to generation.

There was actually a golden coin lying inside.

But soon she noticed something different about this ancient coin—it was nearly half the size of a palm, and it felt solid in the hand. At the same time, there were circles of complicated glyphs engraved on the side. There is a mountain scene, and a sea boat on the back. The most special thing is the glyph, which is neither the language of the six countries, nor the secret language of the Privy Council. Its strokes are like knives and axes, but the arrangement has a bit of the shadow of the Western Pole characters.

Reminiscent of Fang Jiuzhang's question, Qian Yan suddenly had an incredible thought, "Is this thing coming from the west?"

"Not bad, and it has something to do with your life experience."

"What are you talking about?" The two disciples took a breath, "Isn't Qianyan born in Lingzhou? And the family of the living dead has always existed, right?"

"Nonsense! I didn't say that she is from the Western Pole!" The old man clasped his hands together, "But the living dead should have their own families before they awaken. Qian Yan must have jumped out of a crack in the rock." He looked at each other, "Do you still remember your biological father and biological mother?"

the answer is negative.

She has a complete memory from childhood to adulthood, which lasted for nearly two hundred years. Although she forgot many unimportant things in the middle, they can be called coherent. But she didn't have any impression of being alone.

"Could it be...they are from the West Pole?"

"We don't know about this either." Fang Yu replied, "I used hexagrams to deduce it, but the part about you is completely distorted, as if it was interfered by some kind of magic."

"Then why did you just hand over this box to Lord Qianyan today?" Fang Yanni asked, "Shouldn't we tell her about her life experience as soon as possible?"

"This is the instruction from the ancestors." Fang Jiuzhang sighed, "The ancestors explained that they must be preserved carefully, but the timing of handing it over to Qianyan must be extremely cautious. It must not be handed over when the Fang family is unstable, and it must not be handed over. Hand it over when there is a possibility of endangering Qianyan's life. If it is not necessary or accidental, it can be passed on forever."

"I understand. As long as you don't say anything, Qianyan will stay in the Fang family and be the guardian of the Fang family." Fang Xiandao shrugged, "The ancestors thought very well. It's a pity that she hid it for so long that she never The Privy Council after the court has forgotten this threat."

"This is the way of survival of the family. One more hole card is one more self-protection ability." Fang Jiuzhang didn't mean to hide or justify, only Fang Yanni sat there with a shocked expression.

"Then don't you need this hole card now?"

"Why do you speak so badly, kid?" The old man said dissatisfied, "I don't want to keep a thousand words from you, besides, you and Yan Ni are both beneficiaries, that's why I called you two here."

"In fact, he just wanted to find someone to share his guilt." Fang Yu glanced at him sideways, "Qianyan is the most special one among the living dead. The branches of the dead are closely related, so this thing has been handed down from above. Now that the Fang family has established a firm foothold in Jinxia, ​​and the war with the Privy Mansion has just ended, they can finally live a good life. What a coincidence, Xia Fan Going to the West Pole, the old man and I were thinking whether this is the "appropriate" opportunity mentioned in the ancestral teachings. "

With the help of the logistics industry, the Fang family is thriving; and if you travel with Xia Fan, no matter how far the West Pole is, you will have a reliable backup. It can be said that both conditions have been met.

"As for whether to go or not, the choice is up to you." Fang Jiuzhang looked at Qianyan with a look of reluctance in her eyes - although she was older than everyone in the room, in the eyes of the head of the Fang family, she was still like her own child Generally, and it is the kind that will never grow up.

Qian Yan stared at the coin in his hand and did not answer for a long time.

...

Five days later, Jinxia City Harbor Wharf.

The sailing warship renamed "White Sand" is ready to sail.

A long isolation line was pulled up beside the pier to prevent the news of Xia Fan's journey to the West Pole from spreading among the public. As the actual helm of the bureau, his reputation is second only to His Royal Highness the Third Princess, and he is often regarded as Ning Wanjun's spokesperson. It is precisely because of this that it is the common view of the General Affairs Bureau not to announce his whereabouts for the time being.

Those who came to see them off were basically old acquaintances.

Apart from the officials of Jinxia City, the high priest of the elves, the priestess of the evil horse, and the monk of Penglai all appeared by the pier. After Xia Fan led Li to say goodbye to everyone, he boarded the Baisha along the high gangway.

"Aren't you going to say hello to Qianzhi?" He walked to the poop and saw Qianyan leaning against a corner of the fence, looking towards the direction of the pier, "She was asking me if I saw you just now."

"No, to save everyone from being sad." Qian Yan stroked the strands of hair blown away by the sea breeze, "Anyway, it's not a farewell, so why waste tears on such a send-off."

Even so, he could feel a little depression in Qianyan's tone.

No matter how many separations you have experienced in your life, you still cannot face the next time calmly.

Xia Fan smiled and didn't try to persuade her any more.

He turned to look at Flynn Carter, the acting captain of the White Sand—this trip was the first visit of the Jinxia Navy, and it was also the last training for all crew members. When the ship arrived at the Holy Wing Islands, he promised Flynn that he would be free. The trainee captain Wu Yue will also become the official captain.

"Let's go now."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Flynn clenched his fists in his chest, and then rang the bell on the poop deck, and the sound of ding ding dong dong rang for a while. "I declare that the White Sand will set sail immediately!"

"White Sand, set sail immediately!"

"Set sail now!"

His deputies quickly spread his instructions.

With a muffled hum, the hull shook—that was the sound of the keel being squeezed by external thrust. Without the protection of the golden vines of the elves, such a force would be enough to slightly deform the beams of the hull, and accumulate until it completely cracks.

It still looks like a classic sailing battleship on the outside, but after some renovations by the Mechanical Engineering Bureau, its interior has undergone considerable changes.

Under the combined effect of the sails and the propeller of the astronomical instrument, the huge body of the White Sand slowly left the port and sailed to the endless sea under the gaze of everyone.

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end of volume five

The fifth volume has come to an end, take a day off tomorrow, let me think about the next plot :)