Yang Chen noticed Song Rusheng's expression at the first time and immediately became nervous. In addition, there was even more surprise...

He couldn't help but say, "What? Mr. Song recognizes this bead?"

Several other disciples of the Confucian scholars of the Song Dynasty also leaned over to check.

But after checking, his face showed confusion, and then he turned his eyes to his teacher, Song Rusheng.

a long time……

Song Rusheng sighed.

"I, a Confucian scholar in Song, claiming to be knowledgeable and talented, but I can't tell the origin of this bead at all..."

"What??"

Yang Chen was surprised.

"how so……"

Yang Chen pondered secretly.

But before Yang Chen could speak again, Song Rusheng took the initiative: "It is convenient to ask Mr. Yang, where did you get the photo of this bead?"

Yang Chen thought for a while and said, "To be honest, it is related to my father and mother... I have never seen the original body of the bead. I have information about the bead in my hand, and there is only this rubbing of this photo..."

"Strange, it's really strange..."

After listening to Yang Chen's explanation, Song Rusheng shook his head heavily: "It's really strange..."

"In this world, beads can be divided into six categories: inner elixir, outer elixir, knot elixir, medicine elixir, spiritual elixir and shock elixir..."

"And among these six types of beads, they have different characteristics and appearances depending on their texture and efficacy..."

"If you ask yourself, in this area, I can be considered to have a comprehensive reading of the scriptures, but this bead really does not belong to any of these six categories, which is very strange..."

"All right……"

Hearing this, Yang Chen had to give up.

"It's all up to you to be lucky..."

Song Confucian carefully returned the photo to Yang Chen: "Sorry, Mr. Yang, I was unable to help you... But please rest assured, and then I will go to the Sutra Library to search again to see if it is possible to find the origin of the bead or some useful clues..."

Yang Chen bowed: "Then I would like to thank Master Song, I am very grateful..."

"Okay, Mr. Yang, don't be polite..."

...

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening.

The sun sets in the west, and the redness of the sunset seems to dye the entire half of the sky red.

Zigui went out and took a look, sighed, "Hey, it's so strange, today's sun seems to be stubborn..."

Yang Chen also shook his head and looked at the sky. The burning clouds like the scorching sun hung on the west half of the sky, strong and dazzling, and indeed did not look like they were about to set aside.

The other disciples also started to talk: "Yes, yes, the sun should have set at this time..."

"It's really strange. The weather has changed, isn't it a change of weather..."

"Go! Go! Go……"

At this time, Song Rushen walked over and scolded him angrily: "You can all go home from school. You guys, please go home..."

Looking down the mountain, there were layers of ordinary wooden houses and thatched huts, and every household had already smoked from cooking...

"Okay, goodbye sir..."

"Goodbye sir..."

Although these students are naughty, they have the absolute highest respect for Confucian scholars in Song Dynasty.

After the eight people greeted each other, they returned to the private school class and carefully left the school with their schoolbags.

Looking at this scene, Yang Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, turned around and bowed to say goodbye: "Then it's getting late. I'm sorry, Mr. Song is doing a good job for me today, so I won't disturb you too much..."

"Don't you leave food?" Song Rusheng asked with a smile.

"Don't dare..."

Yang Chen waved his hand: "Goodbye!"

“Haha…Okay.”

Song Rushen nodded: "Send Mr. Yang..."

After some conversation, Yang Chen also left Nipin Lane.

In a blink of an eye, a day has passed.

When I came in the morning, I was born in the morning. When I went back, it was already full of sunsets.

"Boy, you seem to be in a bad mood? Is it because you spent all your luck, but just now your strength level is still far behind that Queen Fuyao?" Qiu Zhenzi's voice came from his ears.

"No."

Yang Chen shook his head: "I always feel a little restless, and I don't know what's going on..."

"Actually, I don't take her seriously about that witch. Even if she doesn't come to me, I will take time to find her. I almost paid my life and indirectly killed Jun Kiss's master Jinghai Dao Nu..."

"Just don't worry about this matter." Qiu Zhenzi said: "Jia Lan has the God-killing Whip on her hand, so you don't need to be afraid of her..."

"Um……"

"In this way, the silver fox we met in the deep mountains was a clever idea. Maybe it was because we had to kill the gods long ago, so we gave Fuyao kill the gods in advance..."

Qiu Zhenzi shook his head and did not continue the topic.

Yang Chen smirked and took a deep breath: "Let's go back... I always feel like something is going to happen..."

"Um."

Qiu Zhenzi snorted lightly, and then his voice disappeared.

Maybe he walked two miles ahead.

"Dadada..."

Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves galloping came from far and near.

The sound of horse hooves is very irritating.

"drive!!"

"drive!!!"

The person who drives the horse sounds even more irritable.

Yang Chen subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

In a blink of an eye, people and horses rushed to him...

"Young Master Yang?"

"That's great, Mr. Yang, I've found you!!"

"Look for me?"

Yang Chen identified through his clothes that this person was a servant of the Soul Refining Pavilion, and quickly asked, "What's the matter so panicked?"

As he said that, a servant jumped off the horse's back with a "hard" sound. He was so anxious that the sweat beads on his forehead were not too late to wipe it. He stood in front of Yang Chen and bowed, "Young Master Yang, it's not good, something big happened..."

The servant said, "Home, my family has received an invitation letter about you. I have already notified you three times..."

"Invitation letter? Three letters? What does it mean?"

Yang Chen was immediately made into a big head, and he didn't know what the other party meant: "Don't worry, just say it slowly..."

The servant slapped and said, "It was noon today. Not long after I had eaten, someone came to give me a heart. It was a black wooden box, the size of a palm, with the signature on it, Mr. Yang, you personally open it..."

"Miss Jieyu handed over the wooden box to Miss Jialan for safekeeping...Miss Jialan said that you were invited by Mr. Song from Nipin Lane to study, and it was inconvenient to disturb him, and everyone didn't care about it..."
Chapter completed!