"Master is also growing." Xiaoqu smiled, looking quite relieved, but his expression seemed a little annoying to me.

In fact, I know how they feel about me, a bit like the feeling of the old and young people of the Manchu Qing Dynasty towards Pu Yi in the Republic of China.

Anyway, I don't have much hope, after all, in the business of tomb robbing, first of all, you have to have systematic theoretical knowledge, and don't talk about the rest, you have to have a better history, right?

As for me, the history is average, and because of the long-term study abroad, I may be worse than ordinary people, and most of the foundation actually comes from some stories that my grandfather told me when I was a child.

So, my little master, maybe they didn't have much hope, Xiaoqu said the first time they met, I am a mascot, and I also recognized this title.

Of course, everyone is ambitious, maybe this is not called ambition, just an attitude of eagerness to prove myself, I am still young, old as Sun Degong and still have tears of excitement crying with joy to prove that what I have learned is useful, let alone me.

I know where my disadvantages are, and the system theory may be able to kill me in seconds by any archaeologist, and the rest of the specific aspects of operation, such as Xiaoqu's pharmacy and Lao Bai's ability to gaze and fix acupoints, I can't learn it for the time being, and it's difficult to learn it.

But I feel good, when I enter the tomb, I feel like I am communicating with the tomb owner, and slowly, you will have a gradual understanding of the tomb owner himself through the tomb owner's tomb, and then you will find that you seem to be more and more familiar with him, and when you can think from his point of view, some problems that are difficult to understand and difficult to find can be easily solved.

Of course, the above is my own high-sounding explanation, but there is a more direct and simpler explanation, and that is...... Hit the big luck.

"It's not Chen Daoren's tomb, it's his son." Lao Bai gritted his teeth, threw the shovel in his hand on the ground, and then squatted down beside him, the position of his palm was already bruised, but he didn't pay attention to it before.

The attraction of Yang Guifei's tomb is beyond everything for Lao Bai, but now, it is a little hanging.

Because everyone's thinking seems to have deviated, this tomb is indeed Chen Daoren's tomb from the bright side and in the eyes of those who are knowledgeable, but in fact it is the tomb designed by Chen Daoren for his son.

Chen Daoren went away, and everyone stopped cooking.

Xiaoqu motioned to the surrounding workers and scholars to continue to start a new cleanup, and the silt in other places could not be excavated by machinery, because it was conceivable that there must be other funerary goods in the tomb of the main owner, and for Xiaoqu and Lao Bai, it was a little uninteresting to Yan Shan, but it could not erase their value.

I also came down, but I was still lazy and didn't work, squatted next to Lao Bai, and said, "Seriously, I rarely see your decadent appearance." ”

Yes, in my eyes, Lao Bai has always been the kind of person who is deep in the ice, and he is full of confidence in everything he does.

"Let you laugh, sir." Lao Bai responded.

"If you can't find it, you can't find it, don't give yourself too many obsessions, and besides, I want to say that the next time the relevant departments are called, we must also try to be prepared."

When Lao Bai heard this, he knew that I was still worried about the dwarf yesterday, and immediately said bitterly: "We can't help ourselves. ”

"Fuck you can't help yourself." I immediately scolded, "Whose life is not life, we don't steal or rob, we are also doing things for the country, we can't ............"

Xiaoqu immediately covered my mouth and said apologetically: "Master, you can't say this." ”

I nodded a little sheepishly,

I'm just a little upset and uncomfortable.

"It's good that we can maintain the structure of our own sect and have an official status." Lao Bai comforted me and said, "Master, don't say this in the future." ”

"You say, over there are really no heirs over there to touch gold and move mountains?" I asked.

"I don't know, but they've been inactive for a long time." Lao Bai recalled: "The last time I saw someone who claimed to be a descendant of touching gold, it was when I first entered the industry. ”

"Isn't that far away?" Lao Bai is only thirty years old now, maybe not even yet.

"I met him in a nursing home, when he was in his fifties, and he had been paralyzed for twenty years." Lao Bai took a deep breath and spit out heavily, "I finally died the year before last." ”

I'll smash it, smash it, maybe this is the sadness of this door, maybe the master who took the whole hair mound to whitewash also foresaw the change in the pattern, so he chose to take this step.

Just like those bandits who fall into the grass, they are free and easy, which is very good, and as a Jianghu sect, of course, it is also the most fun to be unrestrained, but in today's era, it is really difficult.

Especially when the network is so developed and the technology is so advanced, you want to find a deserted tomb to rob the tomb without alarming anyone, and then quietly sell the stolen goods without being discovered by the relevant state departments.

Then why are you going to rob the tomb?

Wouldn't it be more profitable to have this ability to do something else?

Perhaps, this is also the fundamental reason for the gradual disappearance of the sects of touching gold, moving mountains, and unloading mountains.

I know what responsibilities I have, I can do nothing else, but at least after Qin Lao and the others really retreat, I have to keep the foundation and cohesion of this sect.

Maybe that's my mission.

"Wait!" Something suddenly occurred to me.

"Master, is there anything else you can't think of?" Xiaoqu thought I was still taking it seriously.

"No, I suddenly thought of something, here, this area, there must be the exact location of Yang Guifei's tomb!" I whispered, and my breath began to change because I was so excited, really excited.

"What?" Lao Bai asked me.

"Think about it, Chen Daoren went to be buried with Yang Guifei, and there is only his clothes and graves here, right?

So, his son is buried here, is this pattern of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin, is he following the customs of the mountain movers, fantasizing that his son will be able to fly up in the future?

so

As a father,

What choice will he make?

I don't care whether Chen Daoren is really superstitious or falsely superstitious, at least, from a father's point of view, he hopes that his son who died will one day be able to dissect and ascend with the help of the feng shui treasure he has chosen.

And then

And then

And then there'............

His son will wake up, right?

He had to tell his son, where was he, who was the old man?

Otherwise, what if his son wakes up and can't find him? ”

I looked at the translucent coffin again,

"Where, then, can his son be able to see the message as soon as he wakes up and opens his eyes?"