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By the time we drove from the highway to the winding road, it was already dark. It is most dangerous to climb the mountains at night, but how can these people stop, so that I don't dare to close my eyes at ease all night. But when the pre-dawn darkness came, I couldn't hold back my sleep.

After falling asleep, I kept dreaming, first I dreamed that the fat man followed in the footsteps of the leather bag, and since then my wife and son have been on the kang and have not accompanied me to the ground. Then he dreamed of the stuffy oil bottle, and he also learned the shape of the leather bag! I talked to them, but no one paid attention to me, and I couldn't see the appearance of those two girls, but I just thought that those two little villains who were born looked a little like me when I was a child!

Damn, this is so chaotic, I woke up from my dream in a cold sweat. But after thinking about it, I guess this leather bag is not finished at the hospital. The second half of this dream must not come true, the fat man and the stuffy oil bottle should not be the kind of goods that throw me away.

At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, and the open view of the distant mountains outside the window made people's eyes brighten. I opened the window a little and the cool air came in. The driver in front said to me: "Little Third Master is awake, the best position to see Siguniang Mountain from a distance has passed in front." We'll soon be at the rest point, the last village we can reach before entering the mountain. "The driver of this off-road vehicle is not the second son, he and Dao Dao are passengers in another car.

The fat man sat in the co-pilot's seat, didn't make a sound for a long time, and probably fell asleep. I glanced at the stuffy oil bottle next to me, he was looking out the window in a daze, and I don't know if he fell asleep last night.

It didn't take long for us to reach the entrance to the village, where the long convoy lined up and blocked the entire dirt road in the village, but fortunately there were few vehicles entering and leaving the village. And both sides of the road are now full of people, standing and squatting, most of them are smoking, and it is estimated that from a distance they thought they were making a fire to make breakfast.

The fat man took a few men to the village to talk about hiring mules to transport equipment, while the second son and Dao Dao came to talk to me and the stuffy oil bottle. Through chatting with my second son, I realized that the current situation is better than I imagined. After all, the name of our Iron Triangle is also in full swing in the tomb robbery world, and these people just want to make a fortune with them, so basically they are still subject to our orders, and the rules are also understood, but it is inevitable to scatter them, after all, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

When the fat men came back, I thought they had brought back all the mules, horses, and donkeys from the village, and many of them must have just been unloaded from the mill. With the men who lead the cattle, half of the village is empty. The scene at the entrance of the village was almost like a battle, but fortunately our route was to go around the outside of the village, otherwise it would be like a devil entering the village.

After moving the equipment, having breakfast, and the driver of the night train was almost rested, our "expedition group" of tomb robbing tours began to hike into the mountains. The road to Shu is difficult, that is not false at all, although the road here is better than the "dead horse ditch", but it is absolutely exhausting to death ordinary people, scaring away children.

All the way deep in the mountains and old forests, there is not even a place for two people to be side by side. But the local man who followed me kept boasting at me and putting on a big swing. But I was also able to relieve my boredom and learn some local legends. And this person obviously already knows where we are going, so most of the topics are inseparable from "fairy moth". Among them is a local legend about the "fairy moth", which he claims not many people know about anymore, and he impressed me the most.

It is said that the first immortal cultivators who came there were not only because of the height of the sky and the abundant immortal energy, but also for the secret of becoming an immortal. At that time, it was the beginning of the Spring and Autumn Period in the late Zhou Dynasty, and the smoke was everywhere, and the war was raging. However, the five hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period have not yet been established, there are more than 140 princes, and some powerful vassal states have fought against each other in order to compete for hegemony and annex weak countries, and Zhou Tianzi is becoming weaker and weaker.

When the princes and kings of various countries and many powerful sects learned of this secret, they vigorously supported and sent monks from their spheres of influence to the country, whether it was for the sake of the country or for their personal enlightenment. It can be said that each cave has a legend or even several stories.

Countless immortal cultivators came here with all kinds of classics, academics, secret methods, and treasures. The huge number of cliff caves and small cracks were gradually occupied, and the competition was inevitable, and there were not a few people who died before the immortal body. Therefore, in the later period, many monks who were good at rock climbing and excavation found another way, and some remote and even top caves were dug out by hand. On the rocks in the center, there is no room for digging in the dense caverns, and even the small cracks and holes that cannot accommodate people have been developed.

Some people are just studying and cultivating the way to become immortals in the cave, while some people are even more for that secret. This secret is hidden in the depths of the cliff, the fairy spirits of the gods, and the fragments of the Book of Heaven.

Those powerful organizations not only searched all the naturally formed immortal caverns, but also occupied those large and deep cave cracks, and continued to dig inward, and the entrance of the cave was guarded by top masters. They claim that this crazy attachment is to save the world from the impending disaster. People who are quiet and quiet choose to stay away.

This silent and mysterious practice of cultivating immortals in the eyes of the common people lasted for hundreds of years, until Qin Shi Huang unified China and flew out of a hundred schools of thought to respect Confucianism. After the book burning and Confucianism, the matter of "immortal moth" was erased from the history books, leaving only a few folk legends. But in fact, there have always been people secretly operating on the "fairy moth", and this existence is completely unknown to the world.

As for whether anyone has become an immortal and flying to the sky in the past few hundred years, there is no certainty, and no one knows the result of the secret search.

This old man's story confused me, and I wanted to ask more carefully, but he just went around and couldn't tell why, and I guess that's all he knew. It seems that this "fairy moth" is still studied, but I don't plan to learn about the legends that happened in every cave. If I study all the scrolls and brocade books above, I'm afraid that my life will not be enough. According to what the fat man said, it's a pity to just think about the possible treasures above, waiting for us so lonely. Last time, if he came here, I would have picked up a few pieces and went back to comfort and comfort.

I wondered, will there be anyone hiding there to cultivate immortals? Ha ha! Maybe it's the fear that young people can't understand when death is approaching, but it's funny and unbelievable when I think about it. If the stuffy oil bottle had been placed in that era, I guess he might have climbed up to study how to save me after becoming an immortal.

When night falls again, this place is no better than the ordinary deep mountains and old forests, and there is no way to pitch a tent on the rugged and steep mountain road. Therefore, we light the miner's lamp and rush to the night road, this kind of scattered light is more suitable for mountain roads than concentrated flashlights. Looking back and forth, it seemed to become a band of light, but it was cut off in a few places by the black tree. It can be seen that the line is very long, and someone must have stopped to rest without taking it anymore. But on this kind of road, and such a long distance, no one can control anyone.

Throughout the night, the large army stopped to rest in place only on the eve of dawn. My physical strength was indeed at its limit, and my eyes became blurry in the extreme darkness, and as soon as I sat down, I seemed to fall asleep. Everyone was too tired to speak, and there was silence all around. Suddenly, a scream, followed by a long scream, instantly dispelled my sleepiness. I saw a bright spot at the end of the team falling downward, and there were a few bumps in the middle, and finally it was extinguished all at once.

"What's wrong?! Who fell? A row of lights at the end of the line was in a tidal wave of commotion, and then another bright spot fell in a scream of terror, this time quickly dimming. The riots were still spreading to the front of the line, and everyone was nervous. I picked up my phone and tried to call someone behind me, but found no signal at all. So I called out to the fat man: "Fat man, do you have a walkie-talkie with them?" Ask what's wrong! ”

The fat man said, "Yes, I'm in contact!" "Hey! What the fuck you guys! What's the mess? What the hell is going on?! ”

There was a messy noise on the walkie-talkie, and I couldn't hear what was being said, as if it meant that at first I thought someone had accidentally stumbled, but then I found out that it was attacked, but I didn't know what was attacked. At this moment, there was a gunshot from the chaotic place at the end of the line, and the gunfire became more and more chaotic, it seemed that it was not a person who opened fire, "tell them not to sweep, beware of hurting their own people!" ”

Then another light fell down the cliff, faintly red, and must have been stained with blood.

At this time, I suddenly heard the voice of the stuffy oil bottle: "Fatty, let them stop the fire, and I will deal with it." Then I vaguely saw a miner's lamp hanging from the waist of the stuffy oil bottle, and I don't know how to quickly sweep it over the outside of the cliff, this is really a cornice walking wall! The fat man shouted: "Little brother is mighty! Hurry up and give me a ceasefire in the back! Master Zhang is here to save you! "There was still a noise on the other end of the intercom.

But everyone could see that the light of the stuffy oil bottle was under the light of the mountain road, rapidly approaching the rear of the team, but the gunfire there still did not stop, and it seemed that the mood was completely out of control. It's terrible if a stray bullet indiscriminately hurts the stuffy oil bottle, and at the same time I'm nervous, the anger also comes up, these people who are not promising, what kind of robbery are they opening indiscriminately! Don't you know how to use cold weapons? What the hell did you run across? panic like this, and the losses usually brag one by one!

Soon, the bright spot of the stuffy oil bottle reached the back of the chaotic line. In the midst of the gunfire, I saw him suddenly sink down, and my heart was about to fall. Then the bright spot flipped up, blended into the lights of the riot, and with a few scurrys, the gunfire stopped. But the riot was not over, and many bright spots, led by a bright spot, sprinted up the hillside on the inner side of the road, and then returned to cooperate with the bright spots behind them, and rushed to the end of the line. A few bright spots flickered, and I faintly heard the sound of howling, and the breath of blood light could be felt from afar.