"I gave it to Xiao Wu, and he said it didn't work. Tell me to keep it myself. ”

Jin Feng fixed his eyes, snorted, and revealed a fine light: "Song Xiance!"

Brother Han was holding a silver brand in his hand, similar to the waist card style of Jinyiwei. The front of the sign is engraved with some gossip patterns, and the back is a strange pattern.

Seeing this brand, Jin Feng's complexion changed several times, and his face was gloomy.

This Song Xiance, nicknamed Song Shorty and Song Child, is Li Zicheng's military advisor,

When Li Zicheng ascended to the throne, it was a prophecy he made up.

"Eighteen Sons Lord Artifact. ”

Song Xiance compares himself to a hero like Liu Bowen. It's a pity that I am narrow-minded and can't accommodate things, and I continue to persuade Li Zicheng to ascend the throne. Later, the army was defeated, and this person disappeared.

This person, speaking of which, has a lot to do with Jin Feng.

However, Jin Feng looked down on this person.

put the silver medal into the bag with his backhand, and Jin Feng threw a pack of cigarettes to Brother Han, which was regarded as a reward for Brother Han.

Sixth Uncle and Brother Han left home for the first year, and their only relatives had been waiting impatiently.

finally handed over the task to Jin Feng, and the uncle and nephew rushed back to Sansu's hometown to reunite with their families.

The sky slowly darkened, and the north wind blew and blew, and it was bitterly cold.

But in front of Jin Feng's eyes, it was a different scene.

Gong Lingfeng and his nephew made a number of small holes with a homemade probe in their hands.

Each small hole is only the thickness of a thumb, but it is seven or eight meters deep underground.

The special tools are much easier to use than the Luoyang shovel, and the first shot of the bow was discovered, and the bow Lingfeng was immediately so happy that he didn't want it.

The results were seen in one shot, which also made Gong Lingfeng very proud.

Just as he was about to report the good news to Jin Feng, his nephew handed it to Gong Lingfeng with a probe, and when he saw it, Gong Lingfeng was immediately frightened.

Such a big tomb?

Whose tomb?

Liu Bei?

Jiang Wei?

In this place, it seems that Liu Bei is the only one.

Gong Lingfeng, who was very frightened, immediately went down to investigate in other places.

The biting north wind was whistling and blowing, and Gong Lingfeng was so tired that he was sweating and soaking wet.

Doing tomb robbing is really a manual job, and it is not much more than the special forces.

The more Gong Lingfeng freaked out, the colder he became, and the more cold sweat he gave, it flowed down like rain.

I was soaking wet, but I couldn't feel the cold at all.

Because, my heart was so scared that it froze into an ice sculpture.

The masters of the two factions searched for most of the day, and they didn't even find where the main tomb was.

There is such a big tomb?!

I've been digging graves all my life, and I've never seen such a big super tomb.

It's enough to catch up with the main city of a small county!

It's only half the fucking battle!

OMG!

He stepped back and was about to get off the pole again, when he collided with a person in the cold.

Both sides turned around at the same time, and shouted in a deep voice with angry faces: "What are you doing with Lao Tzu?"

Wu Baiming, who collided with Gong Lingfeng, looked even more ugly.

Viciously glanced at Gong Lingfeng, thrust his super carbon alloy pole into the ground, and sat down.

Like Gong Lingfeng, Wu Baiming has also been down the pole for a long, long time.

The more he got off the pole, the more scared he became, and later, Wu Baiming even used the most top-secret family secret method.

In terms of actual combat experience, Wu Baiming is much higher than Gong Lingfeng, after all, the Wu family has been passed down in a lineage, and there are detailed introductions and corresponding methods for various tombs of all dynasties.

But even if the most top-secret family heirloom method was used, coupled with the family heirloom method of looking, hearing, questioning, and cutting, he didn't understand the ground.

"Young turtle grandson, Lao Tzu Wu family has never seen such a big mausoleum in history. ”

"How can I have such a big grave?"

"Could it be Liu Bei?"

Gong Lingfeng snorted, even the Wu family had never seen such a big tomb, it was really, really rare in the world.

When Wu Baiming said this, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Young Master Baiming, this is ...... This is really Liu Bei's mausoleum?"

Wu Baiming threw a cigarette to Gong Lingfeng, smacked half of his breath, and said softly: "Liu Bei died in the White Emperor City back then, and it will take at least a month and a half to return to Chengdu after tracing the river......

At that time, it was a hot day, and the corpse was seriously decomposed, so Zhuge Liang buried him and Mrs. Gan in Fengjie. There is also Zhang Fei Temple next to it to see the spirit. ”

After a pause, Wu Baiming shouted to himself: "But this is wrong......"

"Wuhou Temple is Liu Bei's mausoleum, and Muma Mountain is also his mausoleum...... Here......"

"He is a serious emperor, how can there be so many doubts?"

"It's not scientific!"

"Here ......"

"This is ......"

The mouth was babbling to himself, and the faster he read, the darker his face became, and he was completely lost.

Gong Lingfeng looked at Wu Baiming like an idiot, shook his head and got up to continue working.

He doesn't have as deep a foundation as Wu Baiming, as a Xieling wrestler, Gong Lingfeng has only inherited three or four points of ability from the older generation.

It's okay to get a baby's unique job, but if you want to see the baby want history, then you will be blind.

At this moment, his son Gong Laoqi rushed all the way from a distance, holding a piece of black soil in his hand.

This section of soil is completely different from all other places.

Wu Baiming and Gong Lingfeng pounced on each other, their noses together, staring at this small piece of mud.

With the experience of two people, how can you not see the secret of this piece of soil.

The black mud is grass ash, which was used to cover the main coffin in the tombs of the Han Dynasty.

There are raw ash and yellow mud in the grass ash, which is also the most common in Han tombs.

Suddenly, the eyes of the two people were staring at a small ant-sized slag mixed in the black soil.

Gong Lingfeng's fingers stuck to the slag and put it in his mouth and chewed it, shouting word by word: "Stone bricks!"

Suddenly, Wu Baiming was struck by lightning, and he was so frightened that he sat on the ground with the deepest and most explosive fear on his face.

"I'm a young girl, I'm a young girl......"

"It's him......

"It's him ......"

"Fuck me—"

Wu Baiming's face was terrifyingly pale, his body was trembling uncontrollably, he struggled to get up, and ran towards Jin Feng like crazy.

Gong Lingfeng was stunned.

Wu Baiming's appearance was not so scared even when he saw Zhu Yunwen's treasure.

Seeing Wu Baiming so excited, Gong Lingfeng stood still for a while, chewing on the stone brick slag in his mouth, and suddenly he was stunned and thought of something.

The corners of his mouth suddenly trembled, his body softened, and he knelt on the ground.

Out of one's senses!!!

"Hole...... Ming ......"

"Oh my God—"

"This is ......"

Wu Baiming stumbled all the way to Jin Feng at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, out of breath, his head was congested, and he screamed at Jin Feng.

But he was poured a scoop of cold water on the head by Jin Feng.

Wu Baiming's inference was rejected by Jin Feng.

This is just the ruins of a city in the ancient Shu Kingdom, where did the tomb of Kong Ming come out?

Wu Baiming opened his fist and roared heartbreakingly: "Han tomb !!"

Jin Feng snorted, slashed his fingers, looked at it, was shocked, was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically.

In an instant, Jin Feng raised his feet and got up and ran wildly, and in the blink of an eye, he reached Gong Lingfeng, whose face was like earth, and hissed, "Where is the stone slag?"

Gong Lingfeng looked at Jin Feng blankly, pointed to his neck, and responded: "I'll eat, eat it." ”

Jin Feng's face sank, and he turned his head and roared.

"Zhang Silong, get here!"

Grabbed the probe and rushed to the place, swept around, re-selected a position, and fought hard.

When Zhang Silong, the blood of Dao Ancestor, ran over with a roll, Jin Feng stood quietly in place, his face sluggish.

Holding the soil from the pole in his hand, he squeezed it tightly.

"Mr. Jin ......"

Jin Feng didn't look at Zhang Silong, and said coldly: "Looking for the dragon vein!!

"Point point!"

"Find it out, point it out. ”

Zhang Silong seemed to have long been accustomed to Jin Feng's viciousness towards him, so he took out the compass.

Spread out the palm, the palm compass does not move, step around, keep turning in circles, and the other hand pinched rapidly, measuring and mapping.

His body couldn't help but shake at a certain moment, his face showed a solemnity that he had never seen before, and he shook his head calmly at Jin Feng, and said in a trembling voice.

"Find ...... Can't find it!"