Yuan Lang stared blankly at the black object on the table.

The object was no more than the size of a thumb and rectangular. It was slightly lower and completely black. If it was enlarged, it would be a coffin.

"Dad, is this the family heirloom you have kept for half of your life?" Yuan Lang was stunned and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.

Yuan Zhihua took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He took a deep breath, and his eyes became a little blurred.

"I don't know if it's a family heirloom or not. That's what your grandfather told me back then, but I'm not sure now. I've found a lot of people to see for so many years, and I even took it to Central Television..."

"What happened after that? Is it true?" Yuan Lang could not help but ask.

"They said it was fake. They never found anything related to history!" Yuan Zhihua's voice was a little low.

As a family of three, although their original life was not very rich, the family also lived very well. However, just a week ago, Wang Hui's wife went home from work and had a car accident. The car owner ran away.

Although he was also caught in the end, the other party's family was even worse than his own, and he couldn't even afford the medical expenses.

However, the blessing was unparalleled, and the disaster could not be alone.

During the treatment, he found out that his wife had leukemia. For this honest man, leukemia was not a new word, but he didn't know much about leukemia.

However, the blood cancer made Yuan Zhihua completely panic. The treatment plan given by the hospital was bone marrow marrow marrow loss. It could be found in time. Otherwise, in the later stage, even if there was bone marrow marrow marrow marrow loss, it could only be left to fate.

The family had spent most of their money. Originally, they didn't intend to inform their son who was studying abroad, but now their family really couldn't afford so much money.

"Dad, I'm going to work. Let's mortgage the old house to the bank and treat Mom first!" Yuan Lang whispered.

Yuan Zhihua kept smoking. He was just over 40 years old, but now he looked like a 60-year-old man. He was full of fatigue.

"The house at home will not be sold, and your mother will definitely not agree. You will go to school tomorrow. I will find a way to get the money. If it doesn't work, I will borrow it from your uncle!"

Yuan Zhihua looked at the mini coffin on the table with a complicated look in his eyes. This was indeed what Yuan Lang's grandfather had left him, and it was the only thing he had left.

If it weren't for the fact that he had no choice, Yuan Zhihua would never want to sell it.

But now, no one wanted to take it out.

"Dad!" Yuan Lang stood up and took out a farmer's bank card from his pocket. "This is what I've been working hard for the past two years. It's not much. Take it first. Mom's illness will definitely be cured. Didn't the hospital say that I've found a suitable source body!"

Yuan Zhihua looked at Yuan Lang with a complicated expression. "Son, I'm sorry. I borrowed your money. Go back to school tomorrow. I'll take care of you at home!"

"Dad, I can go out to work!" Yuan Lang said softly.

However, what answered him was a hunched back. "Stay at home and I'll go to the hospital. Your mother can't be left alone!"

Because of the hospital's emergency, Wang Mei's current situation was quite special. Her family was not allowed to visit her, even if her relatives stayed alone at most.

Yuan Lang only came back once to see his mother.

Sitting on the sofa in low spirits, Yuan Lang's eyes suddenly stopped on the table. His father had left, but he didn't take the family heirloom with him.

As he played with the mini coffin in his hand, Yuan Lang frowned.

He was not in the Department of History, but he knew a little about history, especially the third brother in the dormitory. His family was very rich. Thinking of the third brother, Yuan Lang quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed.

"Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off. Please call later..."

Throwing the phone aside, Yuan Lang played with the things in his hand again.

The black surface did not have the luster of metal. It was heavy and cold. Besides, there were also some curved lines. It seemed that after too much time, the lines were not so obvious. Some of them were even flat.

Staring at the coffin in his hand for a long time, Yuan Lang finally made up his mind.

She got up from the sofa and rummaged through the cabinet to find the tool box. "Damn it, it's up to you whether you're dead or alive!"

Putting the coffin on a piece of iron, he held a hammer in one hand and smashed it down with gritted teeth.

Crack!

The black coffin was smashed by the hammer and exploded instantly. Pieces of debris flew in all directions like glass debris.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the debris all over the floor, Yuan Lang couldn't help but curse.

How could it be a heirloom? It was obviously a black glass product. Any art store could find a pile of it. It was too much!

At this moment, the black debris on the ground gave off a faint fluorescent light, and then a bleak aura came to him. "When will the general return if he dies hundreds of times on the battlefield?"

A large amount of information entered Yuan Lang's mind. The stinging pain filled every nerve. Suddenly, Yuan Lang blacked out.

Before he passed out, Yuan Lang clearly remembered that he seemed to have seen a handsome man in splendid clothes.

The man was dressed in a gold-rimmed jade robe, with a gold-rimmed dragon band tied around his waist. His long black hair was tied up high, which was fixed with a jade-green gold crown.

His slender body was straight. Although his face could not be seen clearly, the nobility of the man made people flinch, as if everything in front of the man was dust.

At this time, the man was facing the millions of soldiers with a double-bladed halberd in his hand. With the sound of war drums, the man rushed into the enemy's camp alone.

The scene changed and they came to the imperial court.

A man in a dragon robe, with a golden dragon glazed crown on his head, and golden boots on his feet stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Opposite him was the man in luxurious clothes.

The man in luxurious clothes seemed to have said something, and then the man in the dragon robe kept shaking his head. Finally, the man in luxurious clothes roared, took out the double-bladed halberd from his back, and pointed it at the man in the dragon man.

At this time, Yuan Lang could only watch what was happening, but he couldn't hear anything and couldn't say anything.

The gate of the court was pushed open from the outside, and a handsome man came in. He seemed to ignore the situation in front of him. He just walked behind the man in luxurious clothes and bowed slightly. After saying something, the man in luxurious clothes rushed out of the court angrily with the double-bladed halberd in his hand.

The picture changed and they came to the battlefield again. The man in luxurious clothes had changed into a battle robe. Behind him was a handsome man with a double-bladed halberd in his hand.

At the beginning of the war, the man in luxurious clothes broke away from the original team and rushed straight ahead.

The enemies were like chickens and dogs that could not withstand a single blow.

Just as the man in luxurious clothes was about to rush into the enemy's camp, he was stopped. A man with a horn on his head fought with the man in luxurious clothes.

However, in a short while, the horned man was cut off by the halberd and died instantly.

The death of the horned man seemed to have caused a riot among the enemy, and the enemy quickly retreated.

The man in luxurious clothes flew up and stood quietly in the air, looking coldly at the battlefield below.

Suddenly, the man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down from mid-air....

The scene changed again. Yuan Lang saw a coffin, which was hundreds of feet long and several times taller. The coffin was black and covered with dense runes.

Hundreds of men with horns on their heads were pulling the coffin. In front of them was a man in a dragon robe, holding a double-bladed halberd in his hand.

At this moment, Yuan Lang felt a burst of suffocation in his chest. He suddenly woke up, but he was still a step late.

"Pfft!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Yuan Lang felt much better in an instant. At this time, he felt that there were many things in his mind. "I, Yuan Tiangang, am under the order of the King of Tang. I am the imperial master..."

"Today, I'll leave behind the bloodline heritage, the heavenly art, and the descendants... If my future grandchildren are in trouble in the future, I can find the descendants of the Li family in Luoyang. Although the King of the Tang Empire isn't here, the descendants of the Li clan should assist the wise Lord!"

"Yuan Tiangang? Yuan family? Descendant?" After a long time, Yuan Lang did not react. He stared blankly at the pool of blood in front of him. The debris on the ground had long disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Especially the last few sentences, which made Yuan Lang sweat profusely and wet his back.

"The descendants of the Li family should also assist the wise Lord?"

Who was the wise master? And what was the point of assisting the current society?

Shaking his head, Yuan Lang didn't want to let his imagination run wild. He began to focus and read the " everything in his mind".

The " latter is the work of Yuan Tiangang's whole life. It's a total of a total. A part of it is called the " here", mainly about the method of insight into the secrets of heaven. The reason why Li Chunfeng was able to write the "Back-to-Back" was that Yuan Tiangang gave him the first volume of the " here".

In the next volume of the " face-to-face skill", it was called the "face skill". In general, it was a kind of human face, bone, complexion, body, etc., which recommended a person's good fortune and bad luck, and a poor life.

Although Yuan Lang had never studied the art of divination, he knew the existence of the linen-clothed Taoist magic art. It was said that it was created by an founder of the linen-clothed sect in the Song Dynasty. However, it was still hundreds of years late compared with Yuan Tiangang in the Tang Dynasty.

There was also a mental cultivation method, the Celestial Sky Star Technique, with the help of the Heaven Miss Technique. Although it was not the Truth Cultivation Method, it was about the same. It mainly focused on practicing Qi.

Yuan Tiangang explained very clearly in the theory of the heavenly cover. To pry into the secrets of heaven, to understand the mandate of heaven, to change fate, to defy life and death... These were all the punishment of heaven. The weaker a person was, the more he could not resist the punishment of heaven.

Yuan Lang narrowed his eyes. If he guessed right, the man in luxurious clothes he saw before was Yuan Tiangang, and the man in the dragon robe was King Tang. The jade-faced scholar was Li Chunfeng, Yuan Tiangang's disciple.

In the end, Yuan Tiangang vomited blood. Considering that Yuan Tiangang met King Tang's blade in the main hall, he must have said something wrong, which led to the wrath of heaven. According to the strength that Yuan Tiangang showed, the power of heaven's punishment was obvious.

Thinking that his ancestor had been killed by the wrath of heaven, Yuan Lang could not help but smile bitterly.

He stood up from the ground, found a rag and mop, wiped the blood on the ground, and then plunged directly into the bedroom. Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he was immersed in the " everything on earth".