In the two murals, a man in armor is depicted, with a majestic figure, holding a black spear, with the talent of a male lord, he should be the owner of the tomb, and he actually came to Bianshan Mountain in the picture.

At that time, Bianjing was the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and Bianshan should be the royal hunting ground.

It's just that the Bianshan area is very large, and the hunting grounds are only a small part.

The second mural shows that the armored man came to the depths of Bianshan, took 3,000 soldiers, began to excavate, and shiny stones appeared.

Huangfu Wushuang looked at it with sharp eyes: "Spirit Stone Mine? ”

"There is a spiritual stone mine in Bianshan!" Yuan Tianfeng was shocked.

If this kind of news is reported, it can alarm a few of them to inquire about it personally.

Now that the elixir is extinct, the spirit stone mine has long been excavated by the ancients, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is thin and gone.

Who can own a spirit stone mine, and becoming a strong person is almost a sure thing.

In these years, ordinary people can own a mine, and the next day it may be worth more than 100 million.

Martial artists own spirit stone mines, keep secrets and secretly cultivate, and it won't take a few years to become a strong party.

Ning Bei said softly: "At the beginning, those professors from Bianda should have come to this area and picked up some spirit stones in the burial pit outside, and the real spirit stone mine is not here." ”

"This thing found a spirit stone mine, why don't you bury yourself in the spirit stone mine, there is an aura to nourish the corpse, like ice sleeping, let your body be immortal for thousands of years."

Yuan Tianfeng's eyes were suspicious, obviously a little more suspicious.

Perhaps the owner of the tomb died too suddenly in battle, and he had no time to tell after his death, so he could only be buried in the built royal tomb by his descendants.

Rest here forever.

On the last blurred mural, Ning Bei stood for a long time, his brows furrowed at times.

Too much time has passed, causing the mural to be corroded, badly damaged, and blurred.

The last painting hides a secret!

It's not just a clue about the Spirit Stone Mine.

On this mural, Ningbei saw the outline of Kunlun Mountain.

What is the owner of the tomb trying to express?

Even if it is Ningbei, I can't understand this mural.

Because this mural, and all the previous patterns, do not match at all, very stiff carved on the stone wall, blurry and difficult to identify, the gods can't understand it.

Yuan Tianfeng groped around, came to a stone door, knocked lightly, and it was obviously hollow.

If you guess correctly, behind the stone gate is the main burial chamber.

"Little monkey, stop!" Ningbei stopped the opening of the stone gate.

Yuan Tianfeng hurriedly stopped, and turned around with some doubts.

Huangfu Wushuang said softly: "The owner of this tomb, after all, was a king-level figure during his lifetime, he died in battle to resist the barbarians, and he made immortal contributions to protect Huaxia, and he should be respected after his death!" ”

"Got it!"

Yuan Tianfeng was also a soldier in the northern realm, and immediately understood why Ningbei prevented him from opening the stone gate.

In the future, if they die in battle and are buried in the earth, they do not want their descendants to disturb their peace.

The owner of the tomb died in battle to protect Huaxia during his lifetime.

Although separated by thousands of years, the owner of the tomb is essentially the same kind of person as Ningbei, dressed in uniform, fighting for his family and country, not retreating, staining the battlefield with blood until he dies in battle.

Such characters should be respected.

Therefore, the place of eternal resting after death should not be disturbed by future generations.

"Empty the tomb and announce the news to the outside world that everything has been taken away by the Bianjing Group, and other martial artists in the province have the idea of fighting here."

Ning Bei turned around and walked out.

But the next moment, the stone door opened automatically.

The stone door of the main burial chamber was opened!

Ning Bei turned around, his brows furrowed slightly.

Yuan Tianfeng looked confused, raised his hands high, stood in the original and said, "I didn't do it!" ”

"It's not me either!" Huangfu Wushuang looked innocent.

Ning Bei looked behind the stone gate, and there was a main burial chamber that was larger than here.

A hanging coffin, suspended in mid-air.

The coffin was suspended in mid-air by four large iron chains with four corners, and the other end tied to the stone wall.

Parking in a hanging coffin without touching the ground is a bit weird in itself.

Yuan Tianfeng said suspiciously: "What does the tomb owner mean?" ”

"It's not ground-free, it's a bit interesting!"

Huangfu Wushuang was slightly surprised.

Only Ningbei guessed that the tomb owner was buried in this way, and it should have been seen that the place where he was buried was extremely yin, and the low mountain where it was located was blocked by two higher mountains.

As a result, there is no sunlight around the low mountain all year round, and it has become a place of hidden shade.

The coffin of the tomb owner hangs in the air, not touching the earth, and the purpose is to isolate the yin qi of this place.

Huangfu Wushuang smiled lightly: "This tomb owner is indeed interesting, buried in a hidden place, and as a result, he hung the coffin to keep himself from touching the ground after death, what did he do when he tossed himself so much?" ”

There is no answer to this question.

Ning Bei also wanted to know the reason, but the person who could give the answer was lying in the coffin, dead for thousands of years.

Unless the owner of the tomb speaks and answers them.

Ning Bei looked around, and there were stone beds, stone tables and other things.

Yuan Tianfeng said: "This tomb owner is also a strange person, he is lying in a coffin after death, what are you doing here with a stone bed?" ”

"The dead lie in coffins, the living sleep in beds, the truth remains unchanged through the ages."

Huangfu Wushuang pulled out the war knife on Yuan Tianfeng's waist and gently brushed the dust, and the black carbide underneath.

This is the trace of oxidation of the mattress quilt.

It seems that this stone bed used to be a resting place for the living.

Yuan Tianfeng scratched his head: "The living guard the coffin? What about the coffin keepers! ”

"Maybe it's the black-haired monster!" Huangfu Wushuang said as he came to the stone table, shook off the dust, and placed gold plates on it, sixty-four pieces in a row.

Each piece is marked with text and a pattern.

"Crazy Gun"

This is a complete ancient martial art.

And it's marksmanship!

The king-level martial arts are worth more than a city, and they are extremely rare.

No wonder many ancient warriors are obsessed with tomb robbing, this is the benefit.

Ning Bei picked up the gold piece and chuckled: "The marksmanship martial arts are named crazy guns, but they are also a bit domineering." ”

"You want to cultivate?" Yuan Tianfeng's eyes were suspicious.

Ning Bei didn't plan to take it for himself, and the God of War Technique he cultivated, the inheritance and Kunlun Ruins, were much more profound and esoteric than these.

There's no need to sacrifice the basics!

However, these gold pieces seem to have been left by the tomb owner.

It is not recorded in a book, probably because it is calculated that the paper bamboo skewer as a carrier will oxidize over time, and nothing will be left at that time.

Therefore, he used gold plates to record what he had learned in it and left it for those who came after him.

A complete king-level ancient martial arts cultivation method.

In the outside world, I am afraid that it can cause countless martial artists to snatch it.

After all, the cultivation method that goes straight to the king level is still complete, which is very rare.

I don't know how many marquis-level figures, because the ancient martial arts they have cultivated are incomplete, resulting in the inability to go further for the rest of their lives, so there is no hope of becoming a king.

A high-level ancient martial arts cultivation method is too important for martial artists.

But Ningbei and Huangfu Wushuang don't need this kind of thing.

Their three sons in Beiliang are all extraordinary.

"Bring things back to Kyoto as a reserve martial art, and pass them on to the right people when the time comes."

Ning Bei dodged out of the tomb.