After following Jinghu to his office, Jinghu said, "sit down and say."


    Yang Xuan took his seat according to his words. Jinghu looked sad, and there were still tears in the corners of his eyes.


    After a while, Jinghu asked, "I heard you cured Su Ying''s cold at Su''s house."


    Yang Xuan nodded and said, "at that time, my husband''s medicine was eaten by the dog, and I was helpless."


    Jinghu obviously knows the inside story. It''s not surprising that Yang Xuanyan said that he was eaten by a dog. He just asked: "I''ve seen Su Ying''s cold disease, too. There is a cold source in his body, and he can''t find a trace at all. How did you deal with it?"


    Yang Xuan looked at him and replied, "the skills I practiced are strange. I can feel the cold."


    Jinghu''s eyes became more and more strange. After looking at Yang Xuan carefully for a while, he suddenly said, "are you a cultivator?"


    Yang Xuan didn''t even show any difference on his face. He just looked at Jinghu and said, "Sir, why do you ask?"


    Jinghu said, "I have carefully studied the chill of Su Ying, and finally came to the conclusion that it is related to the disappeared power of truth cultivation. You can cure him, that''s the only reason."


    Yang Xuan didn''t. otherwise, he nodded and said, "what Sir said is good. I really took the road of truth."


    Jinghu sighed: "the road to truth is narrow and has long declined. You can walk all the way to the present, which shows that you are talented and rare."


    It was not the first time that Yang Xuan heard people say that the road to truth is narrow. At this time, he saw Jinghu and asked, "Sir, can you talk about truth and martial arts?"


    Jinghu looked at him and said, "don''t you know?"


    Yang Xuan answered honestly, "it''s not very clear."


    Jinghu was not surprised, so he said: "the cultivation of truth was originally a minority, and its birthplace can not be verified. According to historical records, there were still cultivation of truth among the stars about ten thousand years ago, and there were also people with unique talents who learned to fight with immortals. At that time, it was the heyday of the cultivation of truth."


    Yang Xuan listened and yearned. He thought that thousands of years ago, practitioners shuttled through the universe and the starry sky. They were really carefree.


    But he knew there must be something else, so he didn''t speak and listened quietly.


    Jinghu added: "originally, the truth of truth should prosper, but it shouldn''t be, it shouldn''t be, and a generation of demons came out."


    Doubts appeared in Yang Xuan''s eyes.


    Jinghu then said: "This man''s name can''t be verified. He calls himself the great emperor of new year''s Eve. Originally, the great emperor of new year''s Eve should have kept his name in history to benefit the whole human race, but somehow, he suddenly went crazy. First he attacked and killed the strong of all ethnic groups, slaughtered one side, and then he attacked and killed the emperor of Qing Yao, the emperor of our human race at that time. As a result, the great emperor was seriously injured and fell, breaking the inheritance, which opened the prelude to the weakness of our human race for thousands of years."


    Jinghu could not help sighing, and Yang Xuan was quite frightened.


    He didn''t know there was such a secret.


    After thinking about it, he asked, "Sir, was the emperor on New Year''s Eve?"


    Jinghu nodded: "if you are not an emperor, how can you seriously injure the great emperor of our Terran? Cause the interruption of inheritance?"


    Without waiting for Yang Xuan''s question, he added: "although the emperor was seriously injured on New Year''s Eve, he was also irreversibly injured. Finally, he exploded and died under the hands of the great emperors of all ethnic groups. After thousands of years, the cultivators were almost destroyed by all ethnic groups. Until now, although all ethnic groups no longer pursue and kill the cultivators, they are not very welcome."


    At this point, Yang Xuan finally understood what had happened.


    Jinghu then said: "In fact, thousands of years ago, the cultivators of truth had been revived for some time, but without exception, the highest one reached the heaven level and could not advance inch by inch, so it gradually declined. Today, the cultivators of truth have been extremely rare and almost disappeared. It is rare for you to reach the heaven level, but the road of truth cultivation is narrow, the heaven level is the bottleneck, and there is no road ahead. Therefore, I still advise you In a word, be careful not to end up on New Year''s Eve. "


    Yang Xuan nodded, suddenly remembered something and asked, "Sir, is it because he wants to study Lin Tongfang..."


    Jinghu knew what he said and replied, "it doesn''t all mean that. Lin Tongfang is a martial artist. There''s no doubt that his madness must be different from that of the new year''s Eve emperor. There''s no doubt about this. In addition, the new year''s Eve emperor was a figure ten thousand years ago. It can only be seen in historical books. There''s no way to explore and study it."


    Jinghu sighed and said, "it is rumored that the emperor had actually reached the Holy Level on New Year''s Eve, but there is no textual research."


    Holy class?


    Fine awn appeared in Yang Xuan''s eyes.


    Jinghu stopped talking about it and turned to the topic and said, "so if possible, you''d better abandon the Tao and follow the martial arts."


    Jinghu, this is a good intention, Yang Xuan naturally knows.


    However, he knows his own things and can never practice martial arts again.


    "Thank you, sir." Yang Xuan said vaguely.


    Jinghu did not insist, nodded and said: "since the Emperor Yao of the Qing Dynasty and the emperor of the new year''s Eve, the Terran has never been a great emperor, so its sphere of influence has been compressed again and again and become weak. If there were not the artifact left by the Emperor Yao of the Qing Dynasty, the Terran would have become the dust of history."


    Hearing the name of the artifact, Yang Xuan took the opportunity to ask, "Sir, what is the artifact?"


    Jinghu shook his head: "the artifact of killing gods has been kept in the imperial court. How can outsiders see it? They don''t know its true appearance."


    At this point, the topic should be over.


    Subsequently, Yang Xuan briefly reported the course of his trip.


    Of course, he skipped the period when he captured the heart of the great emperor, and only said that when he arrived, Qu Zhouxing no longer existed.


    Jinghu obviously got the news long ago. After a few words of encouragement, he asked Yang Xuan to leave.


    Back at his residence, Yang Xuan recalled Jinghu''s words and was fascinated by the new year''s Eve emperor, but it was doubtful why he finally went crazy.


    Are you crazy?


    Yang Xuan thought to himself.


    Immediately, he put the problem aside for the time being.


    The question now is, where did chikong go?


    After thinking for a long time, he decided to go to chikong''s previous laboratory to see if there were any clues.


    He thought of doing it, so he took advantage of the night and quietly went out of the door to the laboratory.


    The back of the medical department was now empty and quiet.


    There was a homicide. It had long been listed as a restricted area, and no one came. It was convenient for Yang Xuan.


    Pushing open the hidden door, Yang Xuan quietly entered the underground laboratory.


    The laboratory was in a mess. The original experimental equipment fell sideways to the ground, some of which had been seriously deformed and covered with blood.


    All kinds of drugs were scattered on the ground, which were trampled on and lost their original face.


    The big iron cage that once held chikong has already become a discus, as if it was smashed from it with brute force.


    Around the cage, a little dried purple and black blood told Yang Xuan silently.


    There is a strange smell in the whole underground laboratory, but if you want to search carefully, it disappears again.


    Yang Xuan scattered his mind and searched the searcher''s laboratory inch by inch.


    Suddenly, his eyes stopped at something in the corner.