The Ancestor of Modern Fantasy

Chapter 9

Five years ago, the three people disappeared one after another. The people in Jianghu spread the news that the three people had already passed away. Unexpectedly, the God-eliminating God was still alive and had a successor.

When Song Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but be very surprised. He immediately bowed and said, "Oh! It turns out that sister is the disciple of the "Heaven's Decoy God" predecessor. Forgive me, no wonder your Lightness Skill is so excellent!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jingge giggled and reached out to grab Song Xuan's left arm. "Hey! I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age. Although I'm good at martial arts, I can't match you!"

He paused and said, "Don't be so polite. Come on! Sit down and tell me, who is your master? What happened to your parents? I'm not good at martial arts, but I'm willing to help you!"

Hearing this, Song Xuan couldn't help but smile sadly and said, "Thank you for your care, sister. I don't have any high-level martial arts, nor do I have a teacher. What do you mean by that?"

As soon as she finished, Yang Jing'e could not help thinking, "How could it be possible! Judging from his voice, he must have been very successful. Why didn't he have a master?"

With this in mind, he immediately pursed his lips and said, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Who would believe you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuan immediately said hurriedly, "My dear sister, how dare I lie to you? If nothing happens to you, I'll tell you the details, okay?"

Hearing this, Yang Jing'e pretended to be happy. There was a flash of joy in her eyes. She relaxed her five palms and held his hands. She said softly, "Good little brother, tell me quickly. I only have half a day, and I'm going to leave soon!"

As soon as the voice fell, Song Xuanlur fell himself to the ground. Except for the fact that he was a member of the Gui Yuan Sect, he talked from beginning to end. As for the Ghost Valley Cave, he just talked about it with a few words.

At this time, it was already at the beginning of the morning, and the morning sun was slowly rising. As soon as Song Xuan finished speaking, he suddenly heard the cry of a crane. After a while, a big red-crowned crane fell from the sky. It had a red head and white feathers. Its wings were open, and the width was more than three feet. Glancing at the girl, it chirped twice and then retracted its wings and landed on the ground, slowly moving toward the place where Yang Jing'e and Xiao Qi sat.

Song Xuan saw that the white crane standing on the ground was more than three meters tall. Its eyes, which were like the golden eyes of fire, were shining with red light. It was extremely handsome. He could not help but ask curiously, "Sister, is this crane yours?"

Hearing this, Yang Jing'e said with a gloomy look, "This crane is called 'Bailing', the thousand-year-old spiritual crane raised by my master. This time, I was ordered to send me to Mount Tianwei to find the whereabouts of my master's enemy."

After a pause, he continued, "My master has a strange temper. Before going down the mountain, he had set the time limit, so he can't stay for a long time. Please tell me where I can go in the future. After I go up the mountain to meet my parents, I will immediately go down the mountain to help you find them. Is that okay?"

After that, her face was full of expectation, and her wonderful eyes were filled with reluctant tears.

Seeing this, Song Xuan could not help but feel a little awkward.

Humans were beings! They were emotions' animals, and Song Xuan was an emotional seed. Even though they had only met after half a day, the two of them seemed to have known each other for many years.

However, now that they were about to part ways, how could they not give up!

Hearing this, Song Xuan couldn't help thinking for a while before he said, "I fell into the first-line sky and didn't go back until today. I don't know where you go."

After a pause, he said, "So I want to find some time here first. In half a year, I will be a swordsman in the south of the Yangtze River. When you arrive in the south of the Yangtze River, I will know if you don't come to me."

Yang Jing'e stood up reluctantly and said, "Well, younger brother, if you want to go to the south of the Yangtze River to practice martial arts, will we meet in the capital half a year later? I think if you find your parents, you should spend more time with them, because you haven't seen each other for many years!"

Song Xuan nodded silently when he heard this, but he suppressed a burst of sadness.

Although Yang Jing'e fell in love with Song Xuan, she had to restrain her sadness because of her master's order. "Jianghu is full of demons and ghosts, and my brother has just entered the human world, so you should take care of yourself. You are really too handsome and beautiful, and you need to guard against bad women in Jianghu."

She paused for a while and continued, "Uncle once said that Jianghu people are dangerous and hard to guard against. The most terrible thing is that some of them are extremely cunning and treacherous. Besides, there are also many slutty women who are good at s*x and make friends with each other. You are not only attractive, but also more attractive. Once you are in Jianghu and have little experience, it will be really difficult for you to get away!"

After that, she looked miserable and her body trembled slightly. She was so weak that she couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing this, Song Xuan couldn't help but put his arm around the girl's slender waist and said,

"Sister, it's a long way to Mount Luo Fu this time. It's better to take care of yourself. I have no way to give you a present, so I will give you some fruits!"

After that, he quickly opened the cloth bag on his back, took out six ginseng fruit, put them in Yang Jing'e's delicate palm, and said, "I can eat all of them. If I absorb them by my Internal Strength, I will not only be able to retain my appearance, but also improve my power. Can you eat them now, sister?"

Yang Jing'e saw that he spoke with caution and took it over to take a closer look. She could not help but exclaim and said in surprise, "Isn't this the legendary ginseng fruit? How did you get it, my brother? These... These are all precious items at least for more than a thousand years!"

After that, a pair of eyes were filled with surprise and excitement, staring at Song Xuan's face.

Song Xuan smiled and said, "These were all obtained by me in the abode. As you said, they are all precious items more than a thousand years old. Ordinary people want a rare treasure that they can't get."

He paused and continued, "I'll give you a present today to show my affection to you. I also hope that you'll remain young because of this. Please take this as soon as possible." After Song Xuan sent Yang Jing'e off, he did not give up and rushed to the building in the middle. He reached out to open the wooden door and walked into the hall.

As expected, the great hall was covered in dust, with no traces left. He rushed upstairs, opened all of the doors, and began to examine them one after another. The furnishings in the room were the same as they were five years ago. None of the tables and chairs had been moved, yet he didn't know where his benevolent expression went.

This accident was really shocking to Song Xuan who had escaped from the disaster. He wandered sadly in his mother's room, stroking every familiar piece of furniture, and his heart was full of the past. After an unknown period of time, it had been dark for a long time! Song Xuan didn't recover until the spiritual dog Da Huang was rubbing his feet back and forth. He patted the head of Da Huang gently.

Immediately, he found a broom to clean the dorm. He opened the luggage he brought and laid it on the bed, sitting there silently. After a while, he took some efforts and then lay down on the bed, quietly thinking. He saw that the house was in good condition, and it didn't look like that he had encountered any accident. Moreover, all the family members had left, so they must have moved somewhere else. But there was a sea of people, where could he find them? Where couldn't he go and have a look?

Did he leave any clues that would help him determine the direction of his search? With this thought in mind, he leaped up from his bed and began searching the entire house carefully, bringing with him the Spirit Dog Big Huang. He did not even leave the other buildings unturned. When he opened the first floor of the northmost level, he saw that the building was built at the outermost corner. It belonged to his Third Uncle Song WenLian. He was shocked when he entered the building. It turned out that there was not much dust in it, and it was different from the other four floors. It was as if someone had cleaned it up. His hope for the building to suddenly increase, as he realized that someone must have been there recently. However, he could not find anyone even when he tried calling for and searching.

He thought to himself, "This person might have left for the time being, but since the item is still here, he'll definitely return."

Suddenly, he heard someone moving. With a thought, he disappeared out of the house. He saw a shadowy figure walking towards him from the corner of the house. He was overjoyed and his body swayed like a wisp of smoke as he rushed to stop the shadowy figure in front of him like a streak of lightning. Once the shadowy figure reached the corner of the house, he saw a flash and a shadowy figure blocked his way! It had been five years since he last saw anyone here (except himself) but this time, he thought he had knocked into a ghost. His eyes went limp and he knelt down on the ground with a poof. His body kept trembling.

Song Xuan's eyes were like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he saw the figure clearly, who seemed to be an old man in his family—Song Fu. At the sight of this situation, he knew that he had frightened him, so he was excited and excited. He hurriedly lifted him up and said with a smile, "You... Aren't you Song Fu? Why don't you recognize me? I'm Xuan'er. Look carefully, oh!"

Sure enough, the man was Song Fu. He raised his head and saw a beautiful teenager in front of him. His face vaguely resembled that of Young Master Xuan, who had disappeared five years ago. However, five years ago, Young Master Xuan had disappeared and the five masters had posted notices everywhere to look for him, but still got no news about him. Why would he suddenly appear here today? He rubbed his old eyes in disbelief and heard Song Xuan say, "Song Fu, you don't have to doubt me. I am indeed Xuan'er. I'm back. Where is Old Master and Madam? Where... did they move to? Why only you are guarded here?"