Hearing the old man's words, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but feel relieved.

However, all large tombs, especially the tombs of emperors and generals, most of them will have a group of samurai statues made of clay on the periphery, one is to replace the cruel martyrs, and the other is to protect the mausoleum.

The short Ge in his hand is from the clay warrior statue that accompanied the burial.

After the founding of the Principality of Yunlong, most of the royal tombs were in the mountains north of the city, so the short Ge was found in the eastern city, so it had nothing to do with Yunlong.

Ye Changsheng had actually estimated that the history of this short ge was at least thousands of years, and now he was even more confident in his heart.

Ye Changsheng looked at the nervous old man and said with a smile: "Old man, I received this thing of yours for two thousand taels of silver, are you satisfied?"

Two thousand taels of silver?!

The old man's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the white-haired young man in front of him incredulously.

Ye Changsheng had no choice but to repeat what he had just said again.

This time, the old man reacted, nodded excitedly, and said incoherently: "I, I know that it is a treasure, or Sanchuan Bo You have vision, you have vision!"

Ye Changsheng said gently: "But old man, you have to tell me first, you have found the exact address of this short ge." ”

"Make, make, the old man will take you there personally!" the old man nodded again and again.

Ye Changsheng immediately ordered someone to take two thousand taels of silver tickets, and after handing them to the old man, he called a carriage to carry the old man and drove towards the outside of the city.

What could be more vivid than a deep ancient tomb that could make Ye Chang's heart come alive?

Especially before a big war comes.

Although Changsheng can't be sure, he can quickly find the location of the ancient tomb, but as long as he can grasp the clues, even if he is worth the trip, the two thousand taels of silver will not be spent in vain.

This kind of thing can't be known to too many people, so Changsheng is light and simple, and he doesn't bring two major offerings.

For the sake of safety, the carriage drove into a carriage and horse shop controlled by the Ye family, and after some cover-up, Ye Changsheng took the old man who was dazed and didn't know, and took another carriage out of the city from the north city gate.

Zimu Mountain, located twenty miles east of Yunlong City, looking from afar, on a continuous mountain range, a peak with soft lines stands out, and there is a small peak on one side, just like a child snuggling up to his mother's side.

Zimu Mountain, hence the name.

Legend has it that an imperial princess in ancient times fell in love with a folk man, and after the two stole the forbidden fruit, the princess accidentally became pregnant.

Even today, the princess's actions are a royal disgrace, so His Majesty the King sent someone to assassinate the princess's lover and give the princess to death.

On the day of the execution, the princess, who was pregnant in October, gave birth to a child, but instead of retracting his will, the ruthless king ordered the newborn baby to be buried alive.

The poor child was buried next to the princess, and the souls of the mother and the child were finally turned into two peaks, nestled together forever.

On the bumpy carriage, Ye Changsheng listened to the old man's chatter, but he was not bored, but he had some emotion.

How many myths and stories, whether beautiful or sad, have been integrated into the mountains and rivers created by heaven and earth?

Therefore, mountains and rivers are no longer landscapes, but are endowed with some feelings, some sustenance, and some expectations, but could they be part of the creation of heaven and earth?

Changsheng couldn't be sure, at least the moment he saw Zimu Mountain, he felt that those two mountains really looked like a pair of mother and son.

When the carriage reached the end of the road, Ye Changsheng and the old man got out of the carriage and walked towards the rock-paved hillside.

Although the old man is old, he has been chopping firewood for many years, and he is used to going up and down the mountain, so his movements are very vigorous, and he even crossed Ye Changsheng and took the initiative to open the road in front.

In early spring, the slopes look a little green, but walking up the slopes caused by the mudslide, you can only see sporadic weeds emerging from the dirt and rubble.

It took half an hour to climb the hillside and enter a canyon before the two men came to the bottom of the two peaks.

The old man supported his thigh with one hand, pointed to the gap between the two mountains with the other, and panted: "Childe, the old man is the treasure found there, wait for the old man to take a breath, and take you over in person." ”

Ye Changsheng looked at it for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "Old man, let's stop here today, since I already know, it will be the same next time." ”

As he spoke, Ye Changsheng deliberately coughed a few times, as if he was unwell.

The old man looked surprised, and then suddenly, he nodded hurriedly and said: "Then dare to be kind, don't hide it from the son, the old man is now sore all over, and he can't crawl!"

The old man was inexplicably sad in his heart, God is unfair, why didn't Uncle Sanchuan give him a strong body!

It took another half an hour for the two of them to get back to the carriage.

At night, everything was silent, and at the foot of Zimu Mountain, Ye Changsheng, who was dressed in black, was like a ghost, floating and flashing from a hillside.

In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at the place where he had stopped with the old man during the day.

In the night, the two peaks, one large and one small, are like a mother and son falling into a deep sleep, and they are peaceful.

However, in Ye Changsheng's induction, the gloomy evil aura was about to move.

They hid beneath the surface, intermittently, towards the canyon between the two peaks, and then towards the two peaks.

Zimu Mountain, there are two ancient tombs!

Ye Changsheng sensed it carefully for a moment, his figure flew forward, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the canyon.

At his feet, there were already scattered broken clay shorts, as well as fragments of statues.

In the cold canyon, the gravel is craggy and the meandering river is covered with ice, and there is a small thaw sound from time to time.

The further you go, the narrower the canyon becomes, and the mountains on both sides become steeper and steeper, as if split by an axe.

After a turn, Ye Changsheng's soul was raised with coldness, and he stopped abruptly.

The demon's heart beats, and the immortal sword trembles slightly, but it is too late.

Three fierce murderous auras had already locked on Ye Changsheng, and in an instant, more than a dozen murderous auras locked him to death.

Ye Changsheng's expression was gloomy, his big hand was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, but his heart sank to the bottom.

At this moment, how could he not understand that he had fallen into the trap carefully arranged by the other party.

First, the old man offered a treasure, which successfully attracted his attention, and then the old man successfully led him to Zimu Mountain.

The position where he is at the moment is clearly a dead place, there is no way to attack, and there is no way to retreat.

And on the other side, in addition to the three half-step innate beings, there are also twelve samurai whose cultivation is not below him!

In the dead silence, a burst of wild laughter suddenly rang out.

The laughter stopped, and a cold voice echoed in the canyon: "Ye Changsheng, you probably wouldn't have thought that this is the place where you are buried!"

King of the North Sea left Yuen Long?!

Ye Changsheng's heart sank again, since Zuo Yuenlong dared to reveal his identity, it showed that he was not worried that he would leave alive at all.

It's a nirvana!