It wasn't until there was no longer the smell of decay and mildew in the wind that Zhang Taiping took out the flashlight and drilled in. Ah Huang also jumped in and ran in front of him competently in front of the pathfinder dog. Sakura and Takeshi didn't come in, but flew over the mountain wall.

Inside is a passage that only allows one person to pass through, and Zhang Taiping, who walked for three or four minutes with his whole body on guard, said luckily in his heart, fortunately, there is no dog blood incident like the dog blood in the TV, and the passage full of hidden weapons is full of hidden weapons.

After turning a corner, there is no need for a flashlight, and the light from outside can already shine in.

Walking to the source of the light, there was a plank that had been blocked for many years and half had decayed into a pile of sawdust. Pick up half of the decaying plank of the sawdust with a three-point steel fork that you hold in your hand all the time. Standing at the entrance of the cave and looking out, it was not on the ground, but in the middle of a mountain wall, which was fortunately not as smooth as the previous one, but had ten sticking out as a foothold.

When he went down to the ground, if he didn't know that he was in the mountains, Zhang Taiping would have thought that he had entered someone else's courtyard.

On the outermost part are two huge four-season laurel trees, which can be seen from Zhang Taiping's semi-professional eye to be at least three hundred years old, or even farther and earlier. The flowering period has passed, and there is still a lingering afterglow of prosperity on it. For many years, no one took care of it, and the underside of the tree was covered with layers of rotting leaves.

As soon as Zhang Taiping approached the two laurel trees, the space began to greedily absorb the escaping aura that surrounded the trees. The aura here is dozens or hundreds of times richer than the one contained in the old stump dug up the day before yesterday. But Zhang Taiping didn't dare to collect it easily, so he could only do it slowly. These two trees must have been collected into the space, and now it is too short to be realistic to dig them here with the power of one person. So I can only regret to let these two trees continue to listen and stay here, fortunately, even if someone finds these two trees in this kind of deep mountains and old forests, they can't be transported away, only Zhang Taiping will lose his mind and hit the idea of this kind of big tree that is too big to be moved.

Not only can't he move the tree, but he can't even patiently absorb the aura under the tree for the time being, and the others are still waiting for him.

But just after absorbing the aura for a while, there was a complete change in the space, and the space grew again. Now Zhang Taiping is no longer sure that this is only a three-hundred-year-old laurel tree, and he really doesn't believe that it will have such a significant effect in less than a thousand years. Millennial old Gui, thousand-year-old Gui! Zhang Taiping's heart was surging just thinking about it.

But I have to endure the ** who picked up the shovel to dig the tree right now, and even had to stop absorbing the aura, and said that Fang Chang, no one can take away this tree if it is his own.

Squatting under the tree, set aside a place covered by rotten leaves, the space is really a weapon for treasure hunting, and there is a clump of old ginseng hidden under the rotten leaves. The largest one is three fingers thick, and the surrounding stars hold the moon in a circle of smaller mountain ginseng.

Zhang Taiping can only sigh at the strength of the space and the strength of his luck. This largest ginseng tree is hundreds of years old, and in this era when a thirty or forty year old ginseng is a treasure, who can imagine how precious a centuries-old ginseng is? Although Zhang Taiping is not very keen on the pursuit of money, it does not mean that he will turn a blind eye to precious treasures and let them be here. On the contrary, people who do not have much pursuit of money will have the most persistent desire for other things, such as morality, such as faith, and Zhang Taiping is obsessed with warm happiness and all kinds of strange treasures.

A red silk thread is pulled from the garment and gently tied to the head of the largest ginseng. This is a kind of ritual, and the older generation has a legend that the old ginseng is spiritual, and when it is alarmed, it will run away and hide and will not come out again, and only by tying it with a red rope can it prevent escape. Of course, this is just the statement of the older generation, which is a bit mysterious but has no scientific basis, but Zhang Taiping still tied the red silk thread before shaving the ginseng, which is an attitude and a kind of pious heart, and it is also a respect for nature.

After tying it up, soaking the surrounding soil with space spring water, Zhang Taiping only dug up the largest one first, transplanted it to the land reserved for planting medicinal herbs in the space, and watered the space spring water. In this way, several other relatively large ginseng trees were transplanted according to the law, and the rest of the small ginseng that was only twenty or thirty years old Zhang Taiping did not move, and also watered some space water for it. Loving treasures does not mean that you will spoil them, but you will cherish them. The draught did not forget the source, and did not rush to kill everything to do things, but left the seedlings.

After planting the ginseng, Zhang Taiping covered the remaining ginseng seedlings with rotten leaves to restore their original growth conditions.

A few steps further inside, there is an unfenced courtyard that resembles a courtyard. It is full of weeds, but you can still see the strange flowers that are tenaciously dotted among them. Zhang Taiping did not stop in the courtyard and walked towards the stone house on the mountain wall.

There is a row of tea trees planted in front of the stone house, which is the kind of wild tea in the mountains, which is not famous but can produce fresh tea. Let's not talk about the tea produced, just discuss the woods can also become antiquities to be maintained.

Zhang Taiping did not rush into the house, but took out an iron shovel and began to dig the tea tree, the huge old laurel tree now has no time to dig up, but the relatively small tea tree is much easier. Zhang Taiping just dug two and gave up, one is too late, and the other is that he doesn't want to do things absolutely, the tea tree is originally here, although most of it is already ownerless, but I still don't want to destroy the layout here.

Planting tea trees into the space, although the body of the tree is small, it cannot stop the essence of thousands of years of concentration, and there is a rumbling change and expansion in the space. Zhang Taiping still has no intention of paying attention to the changes in the space, and picks up the shovel.

Pushing open the wooden door that is still intact, from the perspective of Zhang Taiping, who has studied carpentry for two years, this door is only less than 50 years old, and although the simple push-type wooden door looks a lot old, it is still quite strong.

There was an indescribable smell in the house, and if Zhang Taiping had been to the crematorium, he would have understood that it was the smell left over from the decomposition or revitalization of the corpse. He opened the porter and didn't wait to go in, and stood at the door to let the first ventilation breathe, leaking out the turbidity and filth inside.

The stone house is divided into three rooms, and there is only one tea table in the middle hall, and there is a set of tea sets on the table, which is a purple clay pot and a Lantian warm jade teacup that have been fried in recent years. Directly above the table hangs a diagram of Panasonic herbal medicine, the drawing is yellowish, and it is a natural phenomenon that no one has taken care of it for a long time. Zhang Taiping stood under the picture, looking at the frame table in the lower right corner, covered with four seal characters, translated as "Zero Ding Old Man" four words, Zhang Taiping is not very familiar with this aspect of antiquities, only knows that this "Zero Ding Old Man" is one of the titles of the famous painter Shi Tao in his later years in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and does not know the value of this painting. But I have some love for the tea set on the tea table.

The atrium is so simple and simple, it can be seen that there was once a hermit with a surname indifferent to the world, looking at people by taste, can calm down to taste tea, can hang a picture of Panasonic medicine, the former owner must not have a low taste and is still a literati with cultural connotation.

Turn to the stone chamber on the left, and what strikes you is a white skeleton on a red pine bed. The age is not too close, and the righteousness and bedding on his body and under him have been turned into powder in the hourglass of time.

Zhang Taiping stayed at the door for a while and then stepped into the room. It's just a bedroom, and the style is as simple and monotonous as the atrium outside. There was only a bed, a cupboard, and nothing else. On the bed to the right of the corpse was a notebook bound in fine rice paper, and his left hand had been reduced to bones and he was holding a knife.

Zhang Taiping picked up the rice paper book, opened it, although it was some years, but the ink was still clear, even if the room was full of filth, it could not cover the faint ink fragrance emitted from it, and it was said that the mud was not stained. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, from the beginning of the sharp edge to the middle of the wisdom and foolishness, and then to the final dullness and return to the ordinary, with the notes of change tell the ups and downs of a former genius's life.

The opening sentence is like this: If you can be happy and stable, who wants to be displaced.

Mrs. Zhang calmed down and carefully studied an old man in his twilight and looked back on his life. The owner of the book claimed that his surname was Zhang, but he didn't say his name, but he just said the nickname "Wufu" given by others, so he called himself Zhang Wufu. The young division is famous, in troubled times, the left-handed knife technique is famous all over the world, young and vigorous, and he does things without leaving any room to offend many people. Then he devoted himself to serving the country and participating in the revolution, but unfortunately the failure of the revolution affected the teachers and their families, and the offended people fell into the well, and the families were ruined! (As for what kind of revolutionary words he participated in, he didn't want to) and then ten years like a lost dog, devoted himself to the study of sword skills, killed all the enemies, and the blood of the family flowed into a river to tell the family hundreds of surnames to live in the spirit of the sky (seeing this, Zhang Taiping felt that the killing machine seemed to come out of the paper from the comparison like a hook and a sword). Killed all the enemies, cumin was without a father, mother, son, grandson, relatives and friends, and devoted himself to the war of resistance and liberation, and did not hesitate to throw his head and spill his blood. Ten steps to kill a person for thousands of miles without staying, and when things are done, he goes to hide his body and name. After liberation, there were signs of breakthrough in the knife technique, so he put down the long knife and picked up the carved knife to try to find an opportunity for a breakthrough on it. However, the door is like a moat, and the distance of a piece of paper cannot be crossed, but it has created a reputation in the carving world. However, there are unforeseen circumstances, but in the 70s in the era of peace, they were insulted by the little people and could not be killed. couldn't bear the insults of a group of young people, and escaped into the mountains and forests to not be born. I never thought that Seong would lose his horse and know that it was a blessing, but the knife technique broke through here. Occasionally, I will go to the outside world to buy what I need, but I feel that the world has changed drastically, and I have been seriously disconnected from this world. He lived alone in the mountains with peace of mind, but he was the only one who regretted that he had no inheritance for his lifelong partner in the sword. That's it......