That night, Wang Mengxiong refused Jiang Jingguo's warm offer and insisted on going back to Wushan Temple to live. Quan Wenxiu was afraid that it would be unsafe for him to walk at night as a child, and it happened that the place where she lived was near Wushan Temple Primary School, so she offered to send him back.

Although Wang Mengxiong is a master of art and bold, he is simply a child in the eyes of outsiders, so even if he is reluctant in every way, he is still led by Teacher Quanquanxiu all the way out of the Jiang family's mansion.

Although the old lady felt that the people in Xikou Town had always been simple and did not close their doors at night, she was also worried that the black lights on the road would make the children afraid. Only Quan Tian looked at everyone's worried look a little funny, but he knew the combat effectiveness of this seven-year-old child, even if he, a top student of the army school, really started to act, it was unknown who would kill the deer. "Could it be that he has experienced something in the wormhole space? Otherwise, how could it be so painful? With his age, when he grows up, I'm afraid he won't be an opponent, right? ”

At night in the south of the Yangtze River, the shadows of the trees are swaying, the breeze is breezy, and it is cool and comfortable. Wang Mengxiong followed Li Chengyue to practice Yue's family's loose hands, in order not to attract attention, he usually needed to practice in a no-man's place or at night, and his eyesight had long adapted to this dark environment. What's more, some residents along the way also lit lamps and read at night, and a little light from the window lattice was enough for him to see the road under his feet. On the contrary, the full text show that has been holding his hand, from walking in front to lead Wang Mengxiong, to being held by a seven-year-old boy, walking on the stone road with deep and shallow feet, without the initial confidence.

After walking for a while, I have arrived at the B&B rented by the teachers of the full text. For her, a foreign female gentleman, the school was very generous, and provided her with a separate room from the other male teachers, but on the whole these teachers still lived in the same courtyard.

Seeing that Wang Mengxiong didn't stop, Teacher Wenxiu said a little strangely: "Mengxiong, why don't you continue to move forward?" The Wushan Temple where you live is still in front, and I'll send you to the place and come back. ”

Wang Mengxiong shook his head and said to the full text show: "Teacher Quan, you have arrived, don't go forward, go back." It wasn't long before I made it to the place. This section of the road is relatively desolate, and you will be scared when you come back alone, but I am used to it, and I only need to run two steps to get there. ”

Quan Quanxiu also knew that it was not so much that he sent the child back to Wushan Temple, but that the child brought him back all the way. As he said, without her following, maybe this child would have gone to Wushan Temple a long time ago.

"Okay, I won't send you over, just stand at the intersection and watch you, and when you get to the school gate, I'll enter the hospital again."

"Alright, that's it!"

Wang Mengxiong didn't have the fetters of the full show, he spread his legs and ran, and the high and low stone roads under his feet had no problem for him, not only was it not an obstacle, but it was also a tool to take off with his strength. The full text show only felt that he was just blinking, Wang Mengxiong had already run to the gate of Wushan Temple, and was waving to this side by taking advantage of the angry wind lantern lit at the door.

"This kid, run fast!"

Although Quan Wenxiu was surprised by Wang Mengxiong's speed, she was not a martial arts practitioner, and she didn't know how difficult it was to do so on the black and uneven stone road, so she didn't take it to heart, beckoned, and turned around and pushed open the hidden courtyard gate and entered the courtyard.

Wang Mengxiong saw Teacher Quan's figure disappear into the courtyard, and did not immediately enter the Wushan Temple through the side door, but turned around and ran along the courtyard wall on the west side and ran towards the back mountain. Because of today's dinner, he has postponed the homework that must be practiced every day, although the night is getting deeper and deeper, but the artist is bold, he still plans to do the thunderous boxing homework and then go back to the temple to rest.

The mountain road is rugged, but for Wang Mengxiong, walking is not a problem. Just as he was about to arrive at the open space where he practiced on weekdays, he suddenly heard the voice of someone talking, which made him suddenly retract his right foot, slowly step on the grass, and move his body to the bushes beside the road. Although Wang Mengxiong's figure developed earlier than his peers, he was still a seven-year-old child after all, and such a small body was hidden in the bushes, and he couldn't see it in the dark night.

"Uncle, I see that there are a lot of very luxurious cemeteries on the other side of the mountain, why don't we go over there to get a vote, what are we doing in this mountain where birds don't?"

A deep voice sounded in Wang Mengxiong's ears, and with a little starlight, he found that it was a thin and small man in a black turban, talking to an equally thin and withered old man beside him. The old man was dressed in a black tights, also covered with a black scarf, revealing only two bright eyes, looking left and right from time to time.

"What do you know? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, lest you get angry! ”

The old man lowered his voice, stopped, and explained to his nephew: "Those who do our business, steal death rather than life, steal wealth but not poverty, steal the old and not steal the new!" Although the place on the left side of the mountain is also a place to bury people, it is at most twenty or thirty years old from the perspective of the construction time, and there will be no good things buried in the tomb at all. What's more, these are the tombs of the owner, and there are often people who come to pay tribute to them, if you accidentally bump into someone, and find that you and I are robbers of the tomb, you must not be beaten to death! ”

Seeing that this nephew still looked ignorant, the old man had nothing to do, so he could only say hatefully: "Just with your elm head, if it weren't for my own nephew, I wouldn't let you do this gold-touching business at all." Forget it, who made me a poor sister and gave birth to such a stupid child as you! ”

The little nephew was still a little unconvinced, and muttered: "How can there be an ancient tomb in this barren mountain and wilderness?" Uncle, you can't be mistaken, right? Don't we spend a long time, and we haven't caught a single hair in the end? Giving people jokes for nothing? ”

With the help of the starlight, the old man explained while determining the direction: "This col is naturally leeward, and there is a small mountain peak opposite each other, and there is a large river flowing eastward on the opposite side of it. It is a high-grade feng shui treasure land. Although the river has been diverted after a hundred years, and the original river channel has dried up, and I can no longer recognize the rough appearance of the river, I still found the distribution of the river here more than 100 years ago through the local county annals. There are endless officials and nobles in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no knowledgeable people who choose to bury their ancestors here, so the possibility of ancient tombs here is full of nine! ”

"You are an uncle, you have the final say!"

The nephew thought that he couldn't talk about his uncle, so he chattered, stopped talking, and continued to walk forward with his uncle.

Wang Mengxiong didn't want to bother with this matter, but the old man's words caught his attention. If there really is an ancient tomb here, could it be where the ancestors of Jiang Jing's country are? I just had a big meal at his house, if I pretend not to know, I'm afraid I can't explain it reasonably. Relying on confidence in your own skills, can't you run if you can't beat it? Thinking like this, Wang Mengxiong lowered his body, like a tanuki, and quietly followed.