Ziyu spread his hands: "It turned into ashes long ago."
"Turn into ashes?" The old patriarch frowned and looked at Ziyu, as if he wanted to get some clues from Ziyu's expression.
Ziyu was so arrogant that when he met the questioning eyes of the old patriarch, he lied very calmly: "My father collected those antique calligraphy and paintings together when he collected them. He threw them into the warehouse as meticulous paintings, and so did I.
I saw it when I was doing nothing. Later, my house caught fire and was destroyed. Old ancestor, why are you so anxious about this picture album? Isn't it just a picture album?"
Why are you so anxious and murderous? Can't this Afang Palace be seen by outsiders? But eight out of ten people in the world know about Afang Palace.
Ziyu looked at the old patriarch.
The old patriarch heard what Ziyu said was reasonable, and the murderous look in his eyebrows was submerged. He waved his hand towards Ziyu: "It's nothing. It's just that when the Holy Mother took the sacred object, someone knew about it. I'm afraid it's those people."
The descendants of this person have always been evil-minded, and since they collected the calligraphy and paintings, it’s okay.”
It’s just that the evil spirit will never die. What does this mean?
Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank.
Does this mean that there are still people looking for members of their clan? Or that they know the so-called secrets of their Qin family.
Ah, yes, that's right, Bai Changtian, the Bai Changtian who came here with her, he knows the secret of her body. In this case, can we think that he also knows the secret of the Qin clan, or that there is a group of people?
People know.
Damn it, there is a wolf in the front and a tiger in the back, this Qin family bloodline is really not a good thing.
Ziyu suddenly thought about it and his face darkened.
The old patriarch didn't notice Ziyu's dark face, turned to look at the majestic Epang Palace in front of him, and sighed deeply: "Apart from the craftsmen who built the Epang Palace in the first place, our ancestors are the only ones in the world who know the complete picture of the Epang Palace.
, you actually know it accidentally, it seems that you are indeed destined to us, maybe, the blood of the Qin family can really..."
The words were not finished, but the unfinished meaning made Ziyu suddenly think: "Old ancestor, what do you mean by this?"
The old patriarch turned his head and glanced at Ziyu, stretched out his hand to pull Ziyu over, walked past the creek palace, and came to the small copper tripod star-picking building at the end of the miniature Epang Palace.
Without saying anything, the old patriarch stretched out his hand to pick out a trace of blood on Ziyu's fingertips, and squeezed Ziyu's blood into the small copper cauldron.
Bright red blood dripped like a copper cauldron, and a faint blue light immediately appeared inside the bronze cauldron. The fish's blood slowly turned purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this, the old patriarch nodded with relief and sigh: "As expected."
Ziyu retracted her fingers, glanced at the bronze tripod and then at the old patriarch. She needed an explanation.
The old patriarch looked at Shang Ziyu's questioning eyes, let out a long sigh, and then suddenly said: "Since you know Afang Palace, then naturally you should also know who our Holy Mother is."
Everyone knows "A Fang Nu."
"It can also be said that our Holy Mother was the princess of the State of Zhao during the Seven Kingdoms Conflict. Her surname was Zhao and her given name was Afang. At that time, the First Emperor loved Our Lady deeply and wanted to leave a name in history together with Our Lady, so he spent 700,000 craftsmen building the Afang Palace.
It's a pity that he failed to build the Afang Palace until the end of his life, resulting in only half of the Afang Palace in the world for thousands of years."