This old ninja has become frightened. What kind of terrible power is this, why, why can it imprison me! His sword, like a mud ox into the sea, fell into that halo. If Yang Fan still took the gun and aimed at it at this time, and then shot, it would be really stupid.

He took the woodcutter from his waist. This is a very funny firewood knife, thrown in the corner of the yard of the old shop, no one has used it for a long time. When he was going up the mountain, he also felt its dullness. However, this does not affect the use of Yang Fan. On the two-inch-wide knife surface, the rust was mottled, and Yang Fan exhaled directly towards the old man's face.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

He scolded, slapped the knife on the old man's face, and then, the sad old ninja, so weakly took the big slap and rolled down the mountain. He grabbed one branch and climbed up with difficulty halfway up the mountain. The left side of his face was already red and purple and a little bloated. The proud ninja suit on his body was also torn and unbearable.

His pupils narrowed, for he had seen the deadly firearm, which had been aimed at him, like an appendage, and made him creep.

"Smoke escape!"

A wisp of green smoke quickly floated in front of him, and Yang Fan's vision was obstructed, so he quickly pulled the trigger. When the shot was finished, he immediately took up his gun and strode towards another range, for fear that the terrible old man would approach him again.

The green smoke cleared, and Yang Fan looked over again, only to find that the person had disappeared. He looked around for a moment, the two Dharma statues behind him dispersed, and he suddenly felt that his dantian had calmed down again, a little inexplicable, I don't know if there was a mistake in the ten Duan Jin practice.

He put away the gun, put the black box on his body, and hurriedly ran down the mountain, hiding in Xiao Hei a little farther away, not knowing what happened, and saw Yang Fan running down the mountain. It also ran down the hill.

Yang Fan picked up the sack, made sure that it was a person inside, and quickly untied the sack.

"Su'er, Su'er. Are you okay. ”

When he saw the woman's face, he was stunned, followed by endless anger, not Su'er, not Su'er. This group of people dared to lie to him. Somewhat angry, he untied the strip of cloth from the woman's mouth and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"I ...... I was kidnapped by a group of men in black. I...... I don't know anything. The girl's body was about the same as that of Su'er, her complexion was slightly dark, and her frightened eyes were evasive. After Yang Fan untied the ropes on her hands and feet for the woman, she didn't know what to ask, so she had no choice but to let her go quickly.

There are only one hundred and ten more brocade guards in Python Mountain, searching for suspicious people everywhere. Yang Fan held his head, a little hateful, where did this group of gangsters hide Xu'er.

"Sir. Nanfeng has searched, but there is no trace. ”

"The north peak has also been searched, and there is no suspicion."

Yang Fan's eyes were blood-red, and he shouted: "Expand the scope of search, find, dig three feet into the ground, and find people for me!" ”

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Feng Shui pays attention to hugging mountains and facing waters, so that the yin house can bless future generations. Behind the Dragon and Phoenix Gate, behind the small river that flows from west to east, there is a row of imperial tombs. That deck of chess. It's back to where we started. The old man guarding the tomb stood in front of Yongling, and the round stone originally carved on the shadow wall was placed on the carved dragon's eye, which had turned into a pile of stone chips.

While reading a volume of "Naturalist Chronicles", the Imperial Tomb Qingke. Raising his head, he asked, "Uncle, are you playing a little too much?" ”

The old man guarding the tomb clasped his hands and watched the stone chips slowly eat away with the breeze, and muttered, "Don't use this word." There are some things that can be overdone. But can't afford to play. The left king and the right yuan, that is the heavenly man, can only use the word play. He turned his head sideways and said, "The luck is gone, and it comes back, and Jiajing Ye is right." ”

This Qingke took Xiao Hao, wrote something on the paper, with an iron pen and silver hook. The old man guarding the tomb glanced at it, shook his head and sighed: "How many times have you said it, don't use such sharp brushwork again." Practicing calligraphy before the Jin and Tang dynasties. This kind of explicit brushwork is not good. ”

Qingke pursed his lips and said, "Old antique." Although the penmanship of the seal has the taste of gold and stone, it lacks vitality after all. One day, when you are old and go to the west, you must use the purest Hanli book to write an epitaph for you. ”

"It's fine." The old man sat down on the stone pier and muttered, "Sunrise." ”

Tomorrow the sun rises in the east, but the old man's head turned to the west, looked at the faint python mountain in the distance, and said to himself: "The human heart is not ancient, and all things in heaven and earth are dogs." ”

Qingke put down the book, looked up and said, "Isn't this era the era of saints?" The virtue of the gentleman, the virtue of the villain, and the wind on the grass will die. ”

The old man who guarded the tomb shook his head and sighed, "Those have to be windy and virtuous. I'm afraid to shoot and the wind meets the strong grass. As he spoke, he turned his head to the python mountain again, squinting his eyes and his face a little ugly.

"Do you want me to go out of the mountain?"

The old man guarding the tomb said, "That's the best." But you can't be a leader, it's better to be his staff. ”

"Why?"

"It's still the same sentence, in this era, there are too many villains."

"It's a big deal to collect the imperial tomb for another twenty years." The middle-aged man said indifferently.

The old man guarding the tomb laughed and said: "Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and I have been mixing with villains for a long time, and even I can't recognize who is a villain and who is a hypocrite." ”

"Is there a difference between a villain and a hypocrite?"

"Of course. One is shameless, and the other is dead. ”

Qingke closed the book, shook Xiao Hao in the pen wash, and said, "It's easier to deal with real villains." ”

The old man guarding the tomb stood up and said, "Go, someone is coming." I'm going to meet you. His black robes had been covered in dust, but the moment he stood up, they became shiny and dust-free.

"Sir, this is the imperial tomb, trespassing is a capital crime, let's go." Zhang Yao had already arrived, and when he heard that Yang Fan was going to take someone into the imperial tomb to search, he immediately changed his face and stopped, "Miss Su'er is missing, and I'm also very anxious, but let's wait for the saint to come back and report it." ”

"It's not a disappearance, it's a kidnapping! It's kidnapping! Yang Fan roared angrily, "Go in and search, it must be inside." I'm responsible for what's wrong! ”

The old man and the Qingke guarding the tomb on the long road walked slowly and asked the guards in front of them to retreat.

"On the downside, see Ling Hebo." Except for a slight bow, the Emperor Tomb Qingke did not have any other etiquette, and some arrogant backs did not bend at all. Back then, it was for this reason that he was so talented that he came to guard the imperial mausoleum. More than two decades have passed, and there have been improvements. I used to look at people with nostrils, but now I can see my head, which can be regarded as a change. (To be continued.) )