59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

"That's right. My master has consulted many doctors and Western medicine practitioners, but none of them could cure him." Guo Deyou asked in confusion, "How do you know? Have you ever seen someone similar being poisoned by this kind of chronic snake venom?"

"Uh, almost!"

Chen Feng did not tell the whole truth. This thing was difficult to explain. No one knew whether it was special radiation, or some toxin, bacteria, parasites, or something like that.

"Did your ancestor tell me what that place is and what dangers it has?"

Guo Deyou shook his head and said, "I don't know the details, I just know that we have to move along the dried-up ancient river channel, and we can only enter during the black desert sandstorm."

Zhang Qian was an old tomb robber, so he was naturally very interested in this ancient city covered by the desert. He also knew the legend of the Silk Road.

As a trade bridge connecting the East and the West, Xinjiang is rich in jade, Afghanistan and Central Asia are rich in gold, and the East is rich in porcelain. The ancient cities in Xinjiang have too much ancient gold, jade and porcelain.

"What good stuff is there?"

Guo Deyou warned: "Even if you have mountains of gold and silver, you won't be able to take them alive!"

Zhang Qian smiled and said, "Who said we should take it? I am also an official now. If we can develop the ancient city and find the gold buried in the sand, it will solve many major problems for the country."

Well, Zhang Qian does have a job now, just like Zhang Haixing, he is in the 749th Bureau under the Ministry of Security!

This is also the reason why Ding Mao was moved!

Bureau 749 is not a police station, but it has more power, especially it can investigate those strange and special cases!

"Okay, I'll go back and give you the diary left by my master later." Guo Deyou was also very generous and directly handed over this information that might be related to huge wealth.

He had no intention of keeping the thing; that diary would be a disaster in the hands of ordinary people.

The desert is dangerous enough, not to mention the ancient city which is likely to be filled with poisonous snakes.

Chen Feng's eyes looked a little strange. He was wondering if Zhang Qian would not have asked about the affairs of the Jingjue Ancient City if he had not revealed the secret smoke.

"Uncle Zhang, I've also heard of that ancient city. It's extremely dangerous. If possible, we should not touch it for the time being."

Zhang Qian smiled and said, "Of course we won't touch it. We are going to Hong Kong to sail. We will give this diary directly to the higher-ups. It just so happens that they have organized dozens of archaeological teams covering the Northeast, Northwest, Guanzhong, Yunnan and Guizhou regions."

After lunch and drinks, the group went to Guo Deyou’s private and secret residence. This guy has his own collective residence, which is the house of the Water Authority.

But he still preserved the old house of the river god, but he did not live there all the time and only came to burn incense occasionally.

"This bucket was left to me by my master. Jump in and hold your breath as long as you can, then come out!"

Chen Feng looked at the big wooden barrel with disdain: "Let's change to that big bucket!"

How can a wooden barrel be cleaned as cleanly as a water tank?

He rinsed the water jar three times, then filled it with water and jumped in.

Guo Deyou looked at his watch and started counting the minutes. He did not just wait there, but took Ding Mao and Zhang Qian into the lobby and burned three incense sticks to the ancestors of the river god.

"Guo Deyou, are you really not planning to accept a disciple?" Ding Mao said after hesitating.

When he was young, he was very disdainful of the Chinese system and even looked down on his own canal transportation gang. He went to study in Germany and chose to be a forensic doctor. After returning to China, he became a policeman by chance.

However, after more than ten years of tempering, he no longer has the arrogance he had when he was young, and he is very clear about the power of the secret teachings of the River God.

Especially secret cigarettes, this kind of drug that can temporarily enhance people's mental consciousness and seem to greatly improve intelligence is not only useful in solving crimes.

"There are so many tools available to solve crimes nowadays. There is no need to use this extremely dangerous secret drug."

Guo Deyou didn't want the inheritance to be broken, so he tried to find one, but there were too few people who met the physical requirements.

The reason he was able to succeed was because his master gave him secret medicine when he was a child and almost spent a lot of money to cultivate him.

But his master has money and he doesn’t!

In the past year, even the meat he had to eat depended on Chen Feng's meal.

Ding Mao looked at the large water tank outside the yard.

Guo Deyou shook his head: "I passed on the secret medicine to him in the hope that one day he would be able to pass it on, but not to make him a disciple."

He smiled bitterly and said, "I don't have the dignity to be the future successor of Changsheng Mountain and be his master."

"Moreover, using secret medicine is too dangerous. Without a strong mind to stand firm, it is very likely to backfire. If something goes wrong in the future, I, as the master, will bear the brunt of it. How can I dare to face the wrath of the Chen family?"

"You don't have to say that in front of me!" Zhang Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Guo Deyou smiled and said, "I just hope you can tell Chief Chen and Old Chen that if you want the inheritance of the River God, I will give it to you, but I will also trouble you to take good care of the secret medicine and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Zhang Qian agreed seriously: "Don't worry, I will tell the chief the truth."

He added: "You are too cautious and underestimate our young master."

Standing at the entrance of the lobby, looking at Chen Feng who still hadn't come out, he said, "Our young master is the strongest in the history of Changsheng Mountain. The most powerful person in the Zhang family is no match for him."

Naturally, this sentence was not said by Chen Feng, but was said by the old man when he called Chen Yulou.

"How can it be!"

Guo Deyou and Ding Mao are not ordinary people, and they know very well which Zhang family this is.

They even had dealings with some of the Zhang family's side branches. The fighting power of those people was beyond their imagination. In ancient times, they would definitely be powerful generals who could defeat hundreds of people.

Zhang Qian said proudly: "Three moves!"

In fact, if a real fight breaks out, Chen Feng can defeat Zhang Haixing in an instant. Even if Zhang Qiling comes, it will probably only take him one or two moves.

"I haven't heard that your Changsheng Mountain has a powerful martial arts heritage!"

Guo Deyou was surprised and asked, "After you took office, have you collected the secret martial arts of various schools and created something more powerful?"

Zhang Qian shook his head. He didn't know the inside story, but among the hundreds of martial arts traditions, the Zhang family dominated the world and was invincible. No other family could be on par with them.

Guo Deyou took out a thin diary from under the incense table and handed it to Zhang Qian.

The latter opened it out of curiosity, and Ding Mao followed to watch. He was not a direct descendant, but only a nominal disciple, and many of the true inheritances would not be told to him.

After a while, Chen Feng stretched his hand upward from the water tank and made a few gestures.

He knows sign language, which he naturally learned from the book.

But Guo Deyou, Zhang Qian and Ding Mao didn't understand. Fortunately, the three of them were smart people, and they guessed what Chen Feng meant.

"fifteen minutes!"

Guo Deyou smiled and said, "Master Chen has an excellent physique and can withstand the side effects of secret cigarettes."

Ding Mao said with great envy: "Every time I can't understand how you do it, it's not scientific at all!"