The Qinling Mountains are the starting point of Chinese civilization.

Dozens of high and low peaks are connected together, like a giant dragon horizontally on the earth, which can break the clouds and mist, and can block the rivers.

Recently, I don't know where the rumors came from, but they all say that there is a big tomb in the Qinling Mountains! It is still the ancestral land of Chinese civilization, the tomb of the Yellow Emperor!

We all know that there is no ground, and as soon as the rumors come out, regardless of whether they have seen the truth or not, many institutions, groups, and individual small groups have all come to this Qinling Mountains, all of which are strategies of hitting the three poles first with dates or not.

This atmosphere has been permeating for two whole months, some with instruments all over the mountains to measure, some with compass scriptures, corresponding to the stars, mountains and rivers to measure.

"If you can find it, can you still call it the ancestral land?

"The owner of that antique shop is really not a thing, just give me a little money, and spread it around, fortunately he brought a mask at the beginning, otherwise these people would not have to look for me together, that is not annoying, it's been two months, I don't know how long these big fools will stay. ”

The young man lay on his back on the branch of a big tree, squinted at the archaeologists on the ground who were holding instruments to measure the amount of east and west, and couldn't help but curse to himself.

After scolding, he continued to squint his eyes and close his eyes to recuperate.

"Chen, come down, go back. A middle-aged man with glasses shouted at the boy lying on his back on a branch.

"Okay!" the young man lying on his back finished speaking, and then he supported the branches of the tree with both hands, and the whole person jumped straight down, standing firmly beside the man in glasses.

"Wow, all of you people in the mountains have this kind of kung fu, and your physical fitness is too good, it has to be three meters. Apparently, the middle-aged man with glasses was taken aback.

"What is this, if you have lived in this mountain for more than ten years, and often fight with blind bears and wild boars, you can do it. The young man named Chen Nian didn't care and said casually.

"I'll go ahead, you guys will follow by yourself, I won't look for you if you fall behind. With that, Chen Nian led the way down the mountain.

In two months, Chen Nian took them to six mountains, of course, they found nothing, and the location of the real tomb is only known to Chen Nian himself.

There are dozens of mountains in the Qinling Mountains, a sea of trees, a group of wild animals, it is easy to enter and difficult to come out, there is no leader who is familiar with the way, once you enter the mountain, you can turn your head dizzy in a few clicks, and the probability of dying in the mountains is very high.

The place where this group of archaeologists was stationed was Chenjia Village, where Chen Nian lived.

In the Qinling Mountains, Chenjia Village is one of the largest villages, backed by the Qinling Mountains peak Longgong Mountain, and the village is Tuoshi River, which is extremely convenient for hunting or fishing.

While Chen Nian rushed back with the archaeologists, three middle-aged unfamiliar faces came to Chenjia Village.

The three of them stood at the entrance of the village, their heads wrapped in strips of black cloth, wearing navy blue robes, and the man in the center was holding a compass in his hand, and the pointer in the compass was pointing to Chenjia Village.

"Big brother, it seems that there are many people in this village, do you want to kill them?" The man on the left spoke slowly, but he was full of evil spirits, and a half-meter-long scimitar hung from his waist in a navy blue robe.

"Go in and have a look. Then the three of them walked towards the village.

The words were short, but from the simple words, it was clear that the lives of the people in the village were like chickens in their eyes.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the village, a young man of the same age as the old man slipped over and said in a loud voice: "Brother, you are also looking for graves?" My name is Chen Ziqiang, I live in my house, 3,000 a month for each person, including food, and I can also arrange good hands to lead the way for you. ”

But the three of them ignored the young man named Chen Ziqiang and walked straight to the village.

Chen Ziqiang followed the three of them, looked at the man in the middle, determined the person in charge, and said again: "The archaeological team of the Jiangling Municipal Party Committee is stationed in our village, do you know? ”

The man in the center stopped, and the left and right also stopped, but they didn't talk about accommodation, took out a mud bowl from his arms and handed it to Chen Ziqiang: "Have you seen this thing?"

"This one........ Bowl, I've seen it, come and come, stay in my house, I'll tell you about it. After saying that, the young man named Chen Ziqiang went to take the man's hand.

"!" a loud shout came from the man on the left who straddled the scimitar.

Before he touched the clothes of the man holding the compass, Chen Ziqiang was startled by this scolding, and then he saw a very dazzling light on the left, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

He didn't see that it was a scimitar!

"Ahh!.......h My hand. Chen Ziqiang fell to the ground, a palm fell beside him, blood kept gushing out, and the pain of the severed hand made him sweat all over his head in an instant and fainted.

The screams spread throughout Chenjia Village, and hundreds of people from Chenjia Village ran out one after another and gathered around.

"Qiangzi, fuck it, the three of you did it?"

"Qiang'er.... My baby.... Ahh ”

Several men from Chenjia Village were about to rush over with scimitars in their hands and spears when they were stopped by an old man.

This old man is the village chief of Chenjia Village and Chen Nian's grandfather, he glanced at the two young people next to him, and the two young people of the Chen family ran over and carried Chen Ziqiang back to the house.

The three of them didn't stop it, in their eyes, it made no difference whether they were carried away or not, even if they killed the entire village, it wouldn't be long before they could kill it.

"Village chief, fuck it, kill the three of them. ”

"Yes, kill them, when has our Chenjia Village suffered a loss. ”

"Chen Youchen, what are you hesitating about? You are the village chief of my Chenjia Village, how can you let this kind of thing happen!" another old man yelled at Grandpa Chen.

Chen Youchen, when he was young, he traveled outside to see a lot of the world, and practiced kung fu, if he was not hurt by love, he would not have returned to Chenjia Village at all, then there would be no Chen Nian's birth.

Just from the severed palm of Chen Ziqiang, a descendant of the Chen family, Chen Youchen saw a bit of power, and ordinary people can only be sent to death when they go up.

Chen Youchen can be the village head, it is a kung fu work, he raised his hand and pressed it in the air, and the people in the surrounding Chen family village were quiet.

"Three, you come to my Chenjia Village, hurt people for no reason, you have to have an explanation, who made the hand, please have a trick with me, if I can't make up for that palm, then even if my Chenjia Village is incompetent, just give up. After that, Chen Youchen took a spear from the young man of the Chen family next to him, a little on his toes, and the whole person took off two meters into the air, with a "snap" sound, the spear in his hand waved, the person was in mid-air, the head of the gun was shoveled on the ground, and he slipped directly five meters away, at this time, he was only two meters away from the three people, his right hand was sticky, his left hand was raised, and he shook out a beautiful gun flower, and the tip of the gun pointed directly at the three people.

The man in the navy blue robe, with a scimitar at his waist, cut off one of Chen Ziqiang's palms, spoke: "Big brother, I'll kill him." ”

"It's a good time!" Chen Youchen shouted angrily, with a gun in his right hand, and a forward hand with his left hand, it was a whirlwind drill in an instant, and the tip of the spear was aimed at the man who straddled the scimitar!

This move was like a tiger coming out of the cage, swooping straight into the head of the man who straddled the scimitar, and the blood basin opened a big mouth, and he wanted to swallow the man's head in one bite before stopping.

"Nian Boxing, Moon Stick, Long Practice Gun, Old Man, you also have thirty or fifty years of kung fu in this spearmanship, interesting. "The two sides are fighting, and they can still talk distractedly, and if they are distracted, they are in danger of death.

Chen Youchen has practiced guns all his life, and he is confident that no one can turn a blind eye to this move, and he dares to be distracted, then it will cost you his life, and he kicked his left foot to the ground, and the strength of his right hand increased a few points.

"Broken. The navy blue robe, the man with the scimitar at his waist snorted softly, the scimitar was instantly unsheathed, and he was carried up and pulled up, and then preemptively cut off the dazzling light in front of Chen Ziqiang's palm, and appeared again, this light is a knife light, and the people of Chenjia Village in the distance can clearly see that the knife light is two meters long, from bottom to top.

In an instant, the tiger that came out of the cage was about to be disemboweled.

Chen Youchen only felt that the scimitar was drawn towards him by the tip of the spear, no matter how hard he tried, the spear in his hand could not change the direction, and could only be pressed by the scimitar.

Seeing that the scimitar was slashing towards his right hand, Chen Youchen threw his hands away, swapped his left and right hands, one hand blocked the gun, the other held the gun, his body turned around, his left and right hands flicked, and in an instant, he held the spear and danced a circle, which was replaced by the method of dialing.

"Bang!" Chen Youchen slowly kicked each other on the ground with his left and right feet, retreated three meters away, and the spear was broken into two.

After all, except for the part of the gun head, which is made of steel, the gun body is only made of ordinary hard wood, where can it only afford the power of the man's sword.

"Well, it's blocked, you walk like the wind, you steal like a nail, you old man still have a skill or two. The man in the navy blue robe looked at Chen Youchen, and the scimitar was still straddling his waist, as if it had not been unsheathed.

Chen Youchen threw the two severed guns in his hand to the ground, and hugged his fists: "This time I can't make up for it, you are all masters, my Chenjia Village is incompetent, so I will give up, and ask a few people to move outside Chenjia Village." ”

The hundreds of people in Chenjia Village were silent, only their eyes glared at the three people.

The village chief's kung fu, usually twenty or thirty Chenjia Village people can't beat the village chief, but in the hands of the man who straddles the scimitar, a spear is broken in two.

"Move, it's to move, but it's not outside Chenjia Village, it's inside your Chenjia Village!" Among the three, the man who was in charge of the compass slowly spoke, and he opened his mouth to overwhelm and crush the snake in Chenjia Village.

The man with the scimitar took a big step forward: "Big brother, I'll kill them." ”

Chen Youchen retreated to the people of Chenjia Village, picked up a spear and hundreds of people from Chenjia Village as if they were facing a great enemy.

"They all welcome me back at the gate of the village, and I'm not an outsider, I'm too enthusiastic, grandpa, have you eaten?"

At this moment, a voice that was neither gentle nor slow came from outside the village, causing the man who straddled the scimitar at his waist to also be stunned and turned his head to look outside the village.

The young man was holding a hare in one hand and in his trouser pocket with the other, and walked slowly, it was Chennian.