The man was pinched by Su Can's shoulder, his face was as white as dirt in pain, and he cried: "I don't know, I really don't know......!" ”

"If you don't know, I'll kill you! You are dressed in the skin of Quanzhen Taoism, and you dare to say that you don't know where your ancestor is buried? What is the use of keeping such waste? Su Can waved his palm and slashed at the statue on the ground, shaking Wang Chongyang's huge cement head more than a foot away. After Liwei, Su Can pointed like a knife, facing the neck of the man, and he was about to cut it off!

"Spare your life, spare your life. I know I know ......! The Daoist thought that Su Can really wanted to take his surname, and hurriedly shouted: "I am willing to take you to the graves of Chongyang Master Ancestor and Quanzhen Seventh Son, don't kill my ......." ”

"In what place? Say! Su Can shouted.

"Yes, no...... The five old Panasonic, just in the Eagle Stream, may be on the Crouching Tiger Ridge. That person was afraid that he would speak slowly, and Su Can's palm was about to be split, and he spoke very quickly: "After the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Quanzhen Sect was divided, and those with a little prestige all set up separate sects, each called the Quanzhen Sect. Then, these people all snatched the bodies of the Chongyang Patriarch and the Seven Sons of Quan Zhen and moved them to their own turf to ...... to recruit disciples. Therefore, Wulao Pine, Wohu Ling, and Eagle Chou Stream, these places may ....... ”

"Where are these places, and how far are they from here?!" Su Can continued to ask.

"The five old pines are in the northwest, about thirty-five miles from here; Wohu Ridge is in the northeast, a little closer, only seventeen or eighteen miles; The Eagle Sorrow Stream is due south, and it is also the farthest, at least fifty miles ......away, "This person is also familiar with the terrain around Zhongnan Mountain, and he copes with it like a few treasures.

Su Can's brows furrowed, and he was irritable. These three places happen to be in a triangular direction, surrounding the Chongyang Taoist Temple, and the distance is far away, if you look for them one by one, you have to waste half a day.

"Where do you estimate it is most likely?!" Su Can glared at the Taoist priest and asked.

"This ...... It's hard to guess...... I've been to these three places, and there are tomb inscriptions on Wulaosong and Wohu Ridge. But the Eagle Chou Jian has nothing, and it can only be regarded as a legend to say that the ancestor of Chongyang is buried there. ”

Su Can knew that he couldn't ask anything valuable in this guy's mouth, so for the sake of today's plan, he had to look for the past everywhere, try to make the movement bigger, and let Quanzhen Qiyin take the initiative to find him. Thinking of this, Su Can took the belt of the Taoist priest and walked out of the Chongyang Taoist Temple, preparing to go to the nearest Crouching Tiger Ridge to have a look.

After the Taoist priest determined the direction, Su Can took a little foot and galloped towards the northeast.

The man was lifted by Su Can in his hand, only to feel the pain of the mountain wind blowing his face and peeling his skin, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and wanted to scream in pain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was immediately filled with a cool breeze by the mountain wind, and he couldn't say a word. Pity these Taoist priests who are usually abducted and deceived, met Su Can today, suffered a lot, and no longer had the usual "fairy wind Dao bones", they were embarrassed, and regretted wearing this Taoist robe in their hearts.

Crouching Tiger Ridge is extremely high, and there are steep cliffs along the way. Su Can carried a person, as if there was nothing, and leaped with the undulating terrain of the mountain, and ten minutes later he had reached the halfway point of the mountain. Following the instructions of the Taoist priest, he turned to search south, and sure enough, among a field of barren grass and dwarf pines, he found eight grave bags.

The burial bags were apparently later repaired and were poured concrete. Wang Chongyang's grave is slightly higher on the ground, and the graves of the seven sons of Quan Zhen are lined up at Wang Chongyang's feet. In front of each grave bag is a one-man tall marble tombstone with the name of the tomb owner written on it.

But Su Can took a closer look and found that the eight tombs here had no sign of descendants worshipping at all, and the surrounding grass was overgrown with no path. If it weren't for someone with it, it wouldn't be easy to find here.

Come to think of it, there are no bones of all the real people in the tomb, otherwise it would never be so deserted.

Su Can threw the man aside and clicked on his acupoint. Then he launched a madness, rose up to his might, jumped more than two feet high, turned around in mid-air and dived downward, and slashed down at Wang Chongyang's grave with a move of "Flying Dragon in the Sky"!

This palm took advantage of the falling momentum, and it was extremely brave with all its strength. I only heard a loud bang, and the cement bag with a radius of one zhang generally shook twice by the earthquake, and several cracks three or four inches wide appeared!

The surrounding grass and trees shook violently under the force of the palm. The tombstone also snapped off and fell to the ground.

After landing on the ground, Su Can pulled out the dog-beating stick from his back, and the head of the stick was inserted into the crack of the tomb for a while, and the first tomb was opened in an instant.

The coffin in the tomb has long since decayed, there are no bones, and a set of Taoist clothes can be faintly seen, which has been melted into the dirt and cannot be picked up. In addition to this, there is an iron sword. Su Can probed with a dog-beating stick, but the iron sword was made of the most ordinary steel. The body of the sword was seriously corrupted, like a jagged tooth, and was broken into several pieces by Su Can with a dog-beating stick.

It seems that this tomb was forged by later generations. Su Can sent a few more palms in a row, shattering all the fake tombs of the seven sons of Quanzhen, carrying the man, turning to the road and heading west.

Since there is no Crouching Tiger Ridge, then go to Wulao Pine to have a look.

Wulao Pine is more than fifty miles away from Wohu Ridge, and Su Can carried the person all the way to run wildly, although the mountain road is rugged, but it only took more than half an hour.

There is a flat slope in front of it, backed by mountains and waters, surrounded by lush pines and cypresses. Among the pines and cypresses, there are dozens of people, kneeling down in front of several graves. Some of these people are dressed in Taoist robes, and some are dressed as ordinary people.

Su Can stopped far away and asked the Taoist in his hand: "Ahead is the tomb of Wang Chongyang?" What is it today, and how can someone come to worship? ”

"Yes, this is also the tomb of Wang Chongyang and his seven apprentices." The man was dying, and said weakly: "Today is the birthday of Changchun Zhenren Qiu Chuji, these people should be the ...... who came to worship Qiu Chuji." ”

Su Can sneered, threw the Taoist in his hand to the ground, and his body was vertical, and the ghost floated to the crowd in front of him.

This group of people saw a flower in front of them, a young man named Hanako with ragged clothes and long messy hair, carrying a begging stick, standing at the head of Wang Chongyang's grave.

"Where did you come from? Dare to stand on the grave of Chongyang Master Ancestor and not roll down! A majestic-looking old man rubbed his eyes and shouted at Su Can.

Su Can was trapped in the secret room of the Emei Mountain Underground Palace for more than thirty hours, constantly urging the six-vein divine sword to pierce the wall, stone chips flew everywhere, and his clothes and hair were naturally dusty. After coming out, he immediately encountered He Qingzhi's abduction, and he drove thousands of miles along the way, and he didn't have time to change clothes and wash his hair. Now I have been running for an hour or two in Zhongnan Mountain, covered in clothes, and many places have been hung by miscellaneous trees and thorns. And in his hand, he is carrying a begging stick, who can see it, this appearance is a real flower child. (To be continued.) )