Chapter 17 Han Zengchou's Sailing Diary

In his mind, the treasure map shone brightly, like a flickering light of hope in the eternal night.

A little green light was dotted on it.

Green again!

But Han Tianming's expression was very strange. At this time, he was a little bit wrong.

"Why is it under my bed again?"

He now suspected that there was a portal to another world hidden under his bed. This was the third time!

The first time, the erotic picture he dropped.

The second time, his father's private money and the silver bottle plum.

The third time, I don't know yet, but Han Tianming has a keen intuition that there must be something not very serious in it.

And it's green...

Could it be a unique book?

"Bah!"

"You deserve to die! You are addicted to women!"

Han Tianming spit on himself fiercely, stepped on the family's spiritual shadow step, turned into a gust of wind, and went to the small courtyard where he lived!

He was so anxious, not because of the unique book.

God has mercy on me. Since I got the Silver Vase Plum, I have kept it under my pillow and have not dared to read a single page!

The reason why Han Tianming is so active is purely because the green treasure is very valuable. He wants to quickly observe it, no, to put it in his pocket!

Besides, it is almost time to go out to sea. I am afraid that the search team has already assembled.

Ahem, there are too many excuses, which inevitably makes it a little more obvious.

In Han Tianming's room, Han Tianming lay on the ground without any image, looking at the dark bottom of the bed, with an expectant light in his eyes.

"This bottom of the bed, I searched almost all of it last time, how come there is still something?"

He muttered. When he took out the private money left by his father, he knocked on the floor one by one, and he had knocked most of it.

Now it seems that there is something hidden under the remaining half of the floor, and it is even better!

"Dong Dong Dong..."

The empty bricks echoed, and Han Tianming was full of joy.

He pulled away the floor tiles and found a metal box from them.

After opening it, Han Tianming had a look of "as expected".

What caught his eyes was a book.

The book had turned yellow, and even had some missing corners, which showed that it had been there for a long time.

"A unique book in the world..."

Han Tianming couldn't wait to open the book.

"Han Zengchou's sailing diary..."

He was sweating. A dignified foundation-building cultivator, the head of the Han family, was sweating on his forehead at this moment. He was embarrassed, very embarrassed.

It was the kind of embarrassment that a peerless beauty suddenly took out a peerless spiritual root.

"Grandpa, are you deceiving my feelings?"

Han Zengchou, Han Tianming's grandfather.

He was also the first batch of Han family cultivators to arrive at Qingling Island, and the founder of the current Han family.

He passed away forty years ago, and his cultivation level was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He was the strongest person in the history of the Han family before Han Tianming obtained the innate sword body.

"Ten years after Han Zengchou succeeded to the throne as the head of the family, the spiritual veins of Yuehen Island, where the Han family had lived for generations, gradually dried up and eventually reached an irreversible situation. So he led the Han family monks to sail out to sea..."

"Yuehen Island?"

Was it the place where the Han family once lived?

Han Tianming vaguely remembered that he had heard his father say that the Han family had lived and multiplied on Yuehen Island for hundreds of years.

It was much longer than the time on Qingling Island now, and there were more monks, but many died during the voyage.

Some were seriously injured, and even though they arrived at Qingling Island, they could not be treated, and their lifespans were greatly reduced.

"On the thirteenth day of the voyage, we continued to travel eastward. On that day, my cousin Han Zengguang was the last one to leave us and died in the mouth of a sea beast."

"On the twenty-fourth day of the voyage, we continued to travel eastward and caught fish and shrimp for food. My cousin Han Zengxian was dragged into the water by a sea beast and rescue efforts were ultimately fruitless."

"On the thirty-sixth day of the voyage, I deeply hated my own incompetence and was unable to fight the six-bladed swordfish, which caused my cousin Han Zenghan, my cousin Han Zengjing, and my cousin Han Zengyuan to die in the sea."

The handwriting was sharp, like a knife blade, and every word was written with painstaking effort, almost weeping blood!

A hundred years later, Han Tianming seemed to have seen that cruel time, and his mood became increasingly depressed.

"On the 231st day of the voyage, we encountered a big storm and lost our direction. Ten members of the Han family were missing..."

"On the 272nd day of the voyage, there was a thunderstorm and eight people died. The spiritual boat was damaged and drifted with the waves without knowing where to go."

"On the 306th day of the voyage, we finally saw an island. The spiritual energy was fresh, the vegetation was lush, and the vitality was full. We named it Qingling Island..."

Han Tianming almost cried as he continued to read. Although the words became more and more plain and looked more and more numb, he could not imagine how his ancestors spent these more than 300 days and nights.

Especially his grandfather, the man who was serious in his father's mouth.

How could he laugh at this?

He saw his brothers and sisters and relatives buried in the sea with his own eyes. He experienced life and death almost every day!

The sailing diary finally turned to the last page.

There was no record of the sea there, no date, no place, no event.

No one died either.

There was only one line of small characters, as if the font was carved with a knife, and finally had a little warmth, clearly writing:

"Understand that the past cannot be changed, and know that the future can be pursued."

Closing the navigation diary, Han Tianming took a deep breath, and his mood could not calm down for a long time.

After a long time, he finally cast his eyes into the metal box.

There is no spiritual stone here, not any private money, but a jade slip, placed inside.

Han Tianming knew that this was the same configuration as the Zhang family, which recorded the Han family's "Pure Yang Gong" and two kinds of magic.

As for why there were no elixirs, it was thought that they had successfully found a place to live, and the elixirs had been taken out and used.

Below the jade slip, a small box appeared in Han Tianming's sight.

"Hmm?"

He opened it, and three mottled white jade beads appeared.

There was also a piece of silk book full of words below.

"Breaking Spirit Beads?"

Han Tianming read it carefully and understood what was in his hand.

These were three breaking spirit beads, a killing weapon, which could burst out with powerful power when infused with spiritual energy.

It was comparable to the full force of a cultivator who had reached the great perfection of foundation building!

It was obtained by the ancestors of the Han family. There should have been nine, but they were used up in various crises, leaving only the last three.

It was once the greatest guarantee for the rise of the Han family. After arriving at Qingling Island, Han Zengchou put it away and left it for future generations to use.

"Why didn't my father tell me?"

Han Tianming was silent, but he felt relieved after thinking about it.

His father died too suddenly, and at that time, Han Tianming was only three years old, so he couldn't tell him.

Unexpectedly, it ended up in Han Tianming's hands.

He put all these into the jade sword box, got up and opened the door. The sky outside was bright and shining.

"I will protect Qingling Island. The Han family will never be displaced again, and will only become stronger and stronger!"

He went straight to the northwest, which was the last direction.

Today, all the sea beasts near Qingling Island can be cleared!