A figure came over quickly.

"Qinghu?" Zhuge Yuanhong asked, "What's wrong with you?" Because of Teng Qingshan's relationship, he was very familiar with Teng Qinghu.

"Sect Master, I have something to report." Teng Qinghu whispered.

"Oh?" Zhuge Yuanhong was a little surprised.

"Before Qingshan left, he told me... that there was a treasure hidden in a place. Let me tell the sect leader." Teng Qinghu said in a low voice. Zhuge Yuanhong's eyes lit up when he heard it. He soon realized... what this treasure would be, and a hint of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Junior brother, please bring the army first. I have something to do. Come here later." Zhuge Yuanhong immediately shouted and commanded the commander "Pang Shan" immediately responded to his order.

"Qinghu leads the way, Elder Yan, let's go."

Zhuge Yuanhong and Elder Yan, led by Qinghu, quickly arrived at the place where the rock wine jar was buried in Tengqingshan.

"Crooked Neck Tree." Qinghu found the crooked Neck Tree in an instant.

"Three feet north, two feet underground!" Qinghu immediately determined the location, "Sect Master, baby, it's two feet underground."

Zhuge Yuanhong immediately pulled out the Qingfeng sword on his back, first shook away the withered leaves, and then the innate true energy on the Qingfeng sword was swelling, and a large amount of sand and soil were thrown out. Zhuge Yuanhong had very precise control over the innate true energy. When he discovered the rock wine jar, he stopped.

"This is……"

Zhuge Yuanhong's innate true essence flew out the rock wine jar and landed in Zhuge Yuanhong's hands.

The very rough rock wine jar is obviously handmade, without any particularity. There is also the same rough wood plug.

"Bao!" The big wooden plug was pulled open.

Zhuge Yuanhong looked carefully and his face couldn't help but turn red. Then he stretched out his finger and tapped it gently, smelled it on the tip of his nose, and even licked it, feeling the effect. Then he showed an expression of ecstasy.

"It's the spirit of the North Sea, it's really the spirit of the North Sea." Zhuge Yuanhong was extremely excited.

"The treasure left by Qingshan is really the spirit of the North Sea?" Yan Motian couldn't believe it, "The two tripods that Qingshan brought so many innate masters to find..."

"Fake it, of course it's fake." Qinghu also said repeatedly from the side.

Zhuge Yuanhong held the rock wine jar and took three deep breaths in a row to calm down his excitement: "With so many spirits of the North Sea... My Guiyuan Sect can select many outstanding disciples and train them. Just like the Yuhuang Sect training disciples. At that time... My Guiyuan Sect will become much stronger than now. There is hope for surpassing Qinghu Island, and there is hope for surpassing Qinghu Island!!!"

"Green Mountain!"

Zhuge Yuanhong looked at the sky, "You will never forget the great kindness you gave to Guiyuan Sect..." Zhuge Yuanhong, Yan Motian, and Qinghu were all worried at this moment...

Green Mountain, are you still alive?

...

More than 600 miles away from Dayan Mountain, there is an official road.

A young man with an old yellow-maned horse was straddling the official road, swaying and swaying on the official road. Next to him was a caravan.

"Brother Qin Wei, you really fit my temper. Let's go to the inn in front and have a few drinks."

"That's natural. I have to take care of you, Lao Zhang, along the way." The young man with a headscarf spoke the accent of the northern Youyan people.
Chapter completed!