The entire area of Longhu Mountain is close to 30 hectares, and less than one-tenth of it has been actually developed. This time, they're going to nine out of tenths.

In half of these places, locals go up from time to time to order mushrooms, medicinal herbs, bamboo shoots and the like. There are other half of the places that you may not have visited for decades or even hundreds of years.

What they were going to was the last half of the place.

This half of the place is relatively close to the main peak of Longhu Mountain, Guifeng (also known as Turtle Peak, shaped like a huge giant turtle with a huge head without friends), and is the main Danxia maple forest landform.

They went around the main road and walked halfway through the forest path.

Along the way, there are peaks and forests, steep cliffs, square mountains, stone walls, stone pillars, and stone peaks everywhere, which are very beautiful. It's no wonder that this place can become a national AAAAA-level scenic spot, which is really worthy of its name.

The group walked in the jungle for five hours, and finally arrived at an unknown dense forest at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mr. Iron Fan took out the compass from his body and began the most important "dragon search point" in the tomb robbery. Looking for the dragon point, in layman's terms, is to find the tomb. This is a technical job, and you have to be an old man in this industry. If he hadn't found the tomb, even if you dug up until the next life, you wouldn't be able to touch half of the tomb hair.

The fat man felt very curious and asked, "Old man Iron Fan, didn't you say that you had been to this place before, why do you need to re-establish the acupoints?" "Hey, we're not going to get lost. This place doesn't look like there is a tomb?" "Old man, should we eat something first." ”“”

The fat man is like a curious baby who wants to ask about everything.

"Shhh ”

The fat man sighed and didn't ask again. However, his mouth didn't stop, he came to Mo Feifei's side slowly, and said in a low voice: "Brother Fan, this is a point, God, it's incredible." ”

Mo Feifei smiled and whispered in his ear, "This makes some sense. When you learn Feng Shui in your junior year, you'll understand. ”

When the fat man heard that Mo Feifei seemed to know more than himself, he couldn't help asking, "Have you seen the course of your junior year?"

Mo Feifei shook his head and said, "I've seen it, but I can't be sure." Those are just things that stay in books, without practice and experience. But in terms of Feng Shui, it does seem like a good place. ”

Fatty: "What do you say?"

Mo Feifei said eloquently: "In the textbook, the ground looks at the momentum, and the ground looks down on the spirit. Although this place is small, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers. Five zhang away, there is a pond. The east gate of the reservoir inlet is locked, and the north gate is watered, and there is an eye in the middle, so this is the faucet of a dragon vein. ”

"Grass!" Although the fat man couldn't understand what Mo Feifei was saying, he couldn't help but be in awe and gave a thumbs up: "Talent, you know this." ”

Mo Feifei smiled, revealing two deep dimples: "It's just nonsense based on the terrain here, let me find it, I can't find it." ”

Their voices were so small that they thought only two people could hear them. But at this moment, Mr. Iron Fan came over with a compass and muttered, "The young man is right, but he is a good material." ”

"Huh?" Mo Feifei and the fat man opened their mouths in surprise, and said secretly, this old guy has such good hearing?

Could it be that he heard the words of the two people outside the manor before? As soon as he thought of this, the hearts of the two people twitched at the same time, and their hearts said that this was embarrassing.

However, this Mr. Iron Fan doesn't seem to mind. The people who participated in this descent did not come with all kinds of thoughts and their own little calculations. People die for money, birds die for food, if this point can't be accommodated, then what is there to talk about the lama.

Mr. Iron Fan put away the compass and said, "I've been here for a long time. However, the previous entrance collapsed, so I had to find another place to enter. If you don't want to go in, I won't force you. Just let me remind you that this place can be very cold at night, and we may not only stay for a day or two when we go in, but you can see if we go or not. ”

These words were obviously said to Mo Feifei.

Mo Feifei was surprised again, this old guy seemed to know everything. He didn't answer, and began to hesitate in place.

Mr. Tiefan didn't care about him, took out the Luoyang shovel from his backpack, picked up the fallen leaves on the ground, and began to shovel the soil on the ground. After that, the Luoyang shovel began to bring soil out.

(Luoyang shovel, one of the important tools of the inverted bucket, invented at the beginning of the last century, is used to judge the soil quality below, so as to determine whether there is really an ancient tomb below.) Underneath is a curved shovel that can be used to carry dirt upwards. The top is a steel pipe, which can be lengthened one after the other)

Mr. Iron Fan's action lasted for more than twenty minutes. Finally, the clay that is beaten out takes on a red color. Moreover, this red is not the sand grain red unique to the Danxia landform, but a very strange red.

And this red, irregular, very messy, like someone has turned it over.

Mr. Iron Fan sniffed with his nose, grabbed a handful with his hand, tasted it in his mouth, and then spit it out. Then he said with great certainty: "This is it, let's get started." ”

Mazi shook his head and beckoned the fat man to start working. They weren't as delicate as Mr. Iron Fan, so they just took out the sapper shovel and did it in a big way.

The fat man was not in good health, and after only working for a while, he was so tired that he was out of breath, and he was clamoring to rest. But the other three people, the thin man, the bear and the pockmark, were in full swing, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Especially that thin man, don't look at his young age, it's the same as not having his hair cleaned.

The skillful one is like learning to rob tombs since he was in his mother's womb. A sapper shovel danced fast, and he tossed the dirt outside.

Half an hour later, the four guys were also tired, and their movements began to slow down, and they were sweating profusely, as if they had just fought with ten beautiful women.

Mr. Iron Fan glanced at them, grabbed a sapper shovel, and jumped into the deep pit dug by the four men.

Mo Feifei originally thought that the four fat men had dug fast enough, but compared to this Mr. Iron Fan, it was like a snail crawling. Mr. Iron Fan seems to be a pangolin, and the hole is not only beautiful, but also neat, and more importantly, fast.

They dug from three o'clock in the afternoon until six o'clock, and made a robbery of nearly fifteen meters.

In December, it was very dark and cold, and Mo Feifei felt that a stream of demonic wind was blowing in his face, like a knife, which made people hurt.

Just then, an exciting voice came from below: "Found it!"