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    Lu Chenyang wandered around the yard without finding anything. Then he went into his parents' bedroom and looked around, but found nothing. Finally, he returned to his small room and rummaged through the cabinets with some scattered hope.  Hearing what Se Kong said was so certain, Lu Chenyang searched everywhere in the house, digging almost three feet into the ground. He spent more than two hours, but still found nothing.  It seems that there is still another place to look for. Where is it that the search did not find?  While muttering the questions in his mind, Lu Chenyang opened his eyes wide and scanned every corner of the yard and room like a searchlight.  After more than ten minutes, he eliminated all the places he had searched, and the only thing he had not looked at yet was a crib placed under the big birch bed where Lu Chenyang slept before he was two years old.  Lu Chenyang originally wanted to throw away this useless crib, but his grandfather stopped him because his father had told him before going to Japan to perform his mission that nothing in the courtyard was allowed to be thrown away.  Lu Chenyang heard that it was his father's wish and never threw away anything in the house. After he came down from the mountain ten years ago, everything in the house remained the same as it was fifteen years ago, even a rusty handful.  The fruit knives are well placed in the kitchen, and the crib has always been placed under the big birch bed.  It is precisely because of this that it takes Lu Chenyang so long to find a secret book in a small courtyard, because there are too many clutter accumulated.  Lu Chenyang pulled out the crib, wiped away the dust accumulated over the years with a rag, and took a closer look.  The small bed was made of yellow pear wood, with some animal patterns carved on it. Several kittens, puppies, chickens and ducks were lifelike.  It's really cute. There is a line of small words engraved under the pattern: May Xiaoyang be healthy and happy forever.  Thinking about it, this was built for him by his father. Thinking of the scene of a martial arts master squatting on the ground to build a small bed with his heart full of love for his son, Lu Chenyang couldn't help but get a little choked up in his throat: Why did the person who loved him leave so early, leaving only him behind?  When I was young, I was lonely and helpless facing this cold home.  Lu Chenyang quickly put away his sad mood and took a closer look at the crib. At first glance, it seemed impossible to hide anything.  However, Lu Chenyang vaguely saw a small arrow next to his father's words. The arrow was so small that one could almost ignore it as a texture on the wood.  Lu Chenyang didn¡¯t want to let go of any possibility, so he followed the arrow and touched it with his hand.  Suddenly he felt a slightly convex part at the top of the arrow. The convexity was invisible to the naked eye and had to be touched with his hands to feel it.  Lu Chenyang was so happy that he tentatively pressed the raised position on the top of the arrow.  Huh.  Why is there no reaction at all?  Lu Chenyang threw the wooden bed on the ground in frustration and prepared to close the door and leave.  Just when he opened the door and took one foot out, he suddenly heard a crisp sound. Lu Chenyang hurriedly turned around to look and found that a whole piece of wood at the arrow bounced off the side of the wooden bed and suddenly appeared.  A hole in the side of the bed.  Lu Chenyang was extremely happy and hurriedly closed the door.  Lock the door bolt from the inside, turn around and walk into the house.  Lift the wooden bed and look into the hole.  There was a small wooden box inside the hole. Lu Chenyang hurriedly reached out and took out the wooden box.  The wooden box was all black and looked small and thin, but Lu Chenyang couldn't hold it with one hand and had to hold it with both hands.  Lu Chenyang recognized that the wooden box was made of iron birch, because the door of the study room where the Lu family stored martial arts secrets was also made of iron birch.  Lu Chenyang understood why his father used iron birch to make this box. Because the wood of iron birch is extremely dense and hard, it is three times harder than oak and twice harder than ordinary steel. It is the hardest wood in the world. At the same time, due to the dense wood, the specific gravity is  It is so big that it sinks to the bottom instead of floating on the surface of the water. Even if it is immersed in water for a long time, it is difficult for moisture to penetrate into the interior, and the wooden interior can still stay dry.  Lu Chenyang had often heard people mention the quality of this wood before, but now seeing is believing. This wooden box has been placed in a wooden bed for many years and has never been infested by insects or water. The box has not been damaged at all inside and outside.  Lu Chenyang was so excited that he wanted to open the wooden box and take a look.  But a small iron lock locked the box tightly, making Lu Chenyang almost vomit blood. It was indeed a long-lasting journey.  Touching the iron lock, Lu Chenyang felt confused. The box had been placed in his crib for almost seven or eight years, but the iron lock still looked dark and shiny, without any rust.  Lu Chenyang held the iron lock in his hand. It was bone-chilling cold. Lu Chenyang hurriedly loosened the iron lock and looked at it carefully. At the same time, he speculated in his heart, could this be made of the elusive cold iron in the legend of the tribe? Look.  I couldn't do anything with it by sawing it with an ordinary knife. I could only find the key corresponding to the lock.  A key opens a lock. Lu Chenyang thought that the key to the iron lock must be in the wooden bed, so he ignored the ten-year commemorative significance of the wooden bed and crackledI quickly dismantled the wooden bed and looked for the key in the pile of wood. I searched three or four times, but there was no trace of it.  Lu Chenyang used the clairvoyance technique that he had exchanged with 100,000 merit points not long ago. Through the hard iron birch wood, he saw two things inside the box, a letter and a notebook. Presumably, that notebook was the secret book of Double Ninth Gong.  "I could see it but couldn't take it out. I was very depressed. Lu Chenyang used his true energy, swung the axe, and split the wooden box. As a result, the axe curled up, and only a white mark appeared on the iron birch box.  Lu Chenyang paced outside the house in great melancholy, sat on the couch under the grape trellis and sulked: I don¡¯t know what his father thought, how could he give himself a box that he couldn¡¯t open.  The golden sunset poured in through the gaps between the grape leaves, and shone scatteredly on Lu Chenyang's body.  The bright and warm sunshine could not drive away the gray haze in Lu Chenyang's heart. He lay on his back on the sofa in despair and closed his eyes sadly. He was very disappointed. If he could not find the secret of Double Ninth Gong this time, he would not be able to become the third member of the Lu family.  After three generations of being at the helm, he cannot become the head of the Lu family, and his ideals cannot be realized.  Although he closed his eyes, he always felt that there was something bright in front of him, dazzling his eyes, making him uneasy.  Lu Chenyang was restless. He opened his eyes and looked forward. It turned out that there was something shiny lying on his chest.  That piece of material reflects the bright sunlight, and the silver light is shining and very dazzling.  Lu Chenyang sat up and blocked the bright sunlight with his body. He held the thing in his hand and looked at it carefully.  It turned out that it was something hanging around his neck. It had a weird shape, probably like a five-pointed star. It was made of iron. This five-pointed star was strung up by a thin chain made of the same material. It had been hanging on Lu Chenyang's neck for fifteen years.  But there was no rust at all.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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