The small is hidden in the wilderness, and the middle is hidden in the night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Not far away, on a dirt bag, Xing Dajiao was dressed exactly like the night, sitting on the commanding heights, and every half an hour he felt a firefly and released it.

If Xing Dajia puts two out, it means that there is an abnormality in the distance, stop for a while to observe and observe, if you let three out, hide it temporarily, if you let a group out, the danger will be great, and you should be ready to run away.

An hour passed, and the fireflies flew out on their own in a regular manner.

Three days ago, the third watch of the ori had already read the yellow calendar, and calculated that tonight was the breaking day of the twelve founding stars, which was suitable for the mound.

Before going out, burn incense and worship the first ancestor of Faqiu Tianguan. The three incense sticks slowly burned out, none of them fell down, none of them were interrupted, indicating that the trip was smooth.

The fireflies used, selected in advance, are large and full, emit a long fluorescence, the signal transmission is clear, and it will not cause any suspicion.

However, Yao Wuguan couldn't see the fireflies glowing, and his eyes were covered with black cloth, and he completely fell into the black sea, and he could only judge things by smell and hearing.

Every time he digs ten shovels, Yao Wuguan will grab a handful of soil, put it under his nose and smell it, and then, crack his fingers, let the soil flow down slowly, and the soil disperses the earth gas in the air, Yao Wuguan feels this smell, for seven years, he has been smelling, and every time the taste is different.

Yao Wuguan relies on the Tuweier fault layer and the level of the tomb.

When Li Sangen dug down three feet of cooked soil, Yao Wuguan had already broken off this tomb with the taste of the earth, at least it was a Han Hou.

This kind of kung fu has been practiced for seven years, and every time he follows his uncle Faqiu, his uncle will teach him his experience little by little, asking him to combine these practical experiences with the theory of "Tianguan Chronicle" to understand and understand it thoroughly, and integrate it to form a unique skill.

Faqiu has great knowledge, especially the most exquisite to smell and contemplate skills, relying on sniffing at night and observing during the day. By smelling the smell of the earth and looking at the color of the earth, it is clear to the chest. This is kung fu, one relies on natural comprehension, and the other relies on practice to figure out.

Since midnight, the three orioles have been digging for an hour.

Every time Uncle Li Sangen hit a shovel of soil, Yao Wuguan could clearly hear the sound of new soil falling to the ground, the sound was as slight as a breeze blowing across the water, but in Yao Wuguan's ears, the sound had already formed a consciousness deep into the bone marrow, he could not only hear where the soil fell, he would also reach out and grab it without a millimeter, and through the smell of the soil, he could tell which layer to dig to.

Moreover, Yao Wuguan always has to suck his nose lightly when the fresh soil is out of the ground and has not fallen to the shovel, he has to make a comparison, in the past year, he found that the nose is more and more magical, when the soil is just out of the hole, he judges by virtue of the subtle taste, and grabs a handful and puts it under the nose to judge, there is no difference between the pool. Then, he has to let the soil stay between his fingers and taste the flavor one more time to deepen the impression.

In another moment, Yao Wuguan's fifteen-year-old lunar birthday was approaching.

"The first layer of terroir is six feet, the second layer of raw soil is ten feet, and the third layer of cooked soil is eight feet to ten feet. Yao Wuguan sat blindfolded, sat on the ground, and said quietly, he was dressed in black, not short or tall, as inconspicuous as a random stone on the ground, but his tone was extremely affirmative, as if he had gone into the ground and turned around and just came up.

"Why the expansion? Tell me about it. "When I was in the hair, my uncle always spoke succinctly.

"Your shovel is right in front of the tomb door, about nine feet from the center of the dome." Whether he was in Faqiu or not, Yao Wuguan spoke very lightly, so light that everyone standing beside him thought that he was a ball of air, unable to see, touch, or smell.

Li Sangen nodded: "After the gate, it is really extraordinary, and the great cause of Faqiu will be carried forward, just around the corner." ”

After listening to the praise, Yao Wuguan had no expression, did not thank him, just raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sky is clear, the sky is full of stars, but Yao Wuguan can't see anything, the blindfolded black cloth is made by his uncle who dyed white silk nine times with gallic dye, even if he holds a strong flashlight and shines on Yao Wuguan's eyes through the cloth, it is difficult to shine a trace of light. In the dark world, the heart is the quietest, and it is more accurate to smell the soil and break the holes.

"Uncle, let's take a break and do it again." Yao Wuguan said calmly.

The Celestial Evil Star just flew directly above the tomb, hanging in the sky, glowing with evil.

Li Sanmore looked up at the night sky, holding the Luoyang shovel with both hands, and gently put the shovel in the north of the hole, the shovel head facing south, facing the pothole.

The first time Yao Wuguan went out with his uncle when he was eight years old, it was when he was beaten up for eating candy, and he asked his uncle curiously why he was so respectful to a shovel, but his uncle smiled and did not answer. Later, Yao Wuguan himself understood, Faqiu is a craft, and Luoyang shovel is relied on. Whether good craftsmanship can really be implemented depends on the use of shovels. Later, Yao Wuguan read from the "Tianguan Chronicle" that "the big stride Fang Kyushu, a shovel determines the world" this sentence, he was in awe of the founder of the Luoyang shovel, a good shovel can visit the world's famous hills, the first time he heard his uncle snort to punch holes, he had an idea, can the Luoyang shovel be improved, shorten the time of the mound. For Faqiu Daye, time is efficiency, time is success or failure, and time is wealth.

"Wuguan, uncle dares to guarantee the ticket, you will definitely be able to become the first person in history in the future, there is no one before and no one after you, your father is at a high level, compared with you, I can't see you by one-third." Li San's words are sparse when he is working, and his mouth is out of the door when he sits down.

When it comes to his father, Yao Wuguan was stunned, his mother gave birth to him and died of hemorrhage, his father has always loved his mother, and he did not continue the string, eight years after his mother died, his father also followed, although his uncle loved him and trained him to do his best, but every time he mentioned his parents, Yao Wu's concern was infinitely sad.

Able to write and martial arts, with unique skills, Yao Wuguan still rarely smiles, and the melancholy young man is sad with faith in his heart.

"Phew, I didn't say it accurately, it should be said that your father is very good, you are better than him, you have inherited the wisdom of your parents, and your father's branch has been passed down from generation to generation, all of which belong to the phoenix bloodline."

"The blood of the phoenix is invincible, and every evil turns into good fortune, and the mound will be successful." As soon as his uncle said the phoenix bloodline, Yao Wuguan immediately thought of this passage.

This passage is printed in the preface of the "Chronicle of Heavenly Officials", Yao Wuguan every time he reads the phoenix bloodline, his heart is hot, and he followed his uncle into the underground palace hundreds of times, he has never been afraid, standing in a gloomy place, but he seems to have arrived in the territory of the deity, and his heart is rippling with the breath of a king.

"Uncle, let's hurry up." Yao Wuguan didn't follow his uncle's words, but suggested softly, the Heavenly Evil Star moved to the north side of the tomb, and Yao Wuguan couldn't see anything, just relying on the feeling in his heart, one thought started and one thought went out.

Li San glanced at the sky, and then looked at the black cloth on Yao Wuguan's eyes, and felt that this child was indeed strange.

The sky is right, and the ground is in danger; The heavens moved north, and the treasure chased after him. Li San replaced a medium-sized shovel and threw off his arms to work.

Uncle and nephew, one digs silently, and the other quietly smells.

A moment passed quickly, Yao Wuguan suddenly ripped off the black cloth and stood up, and said softly to Li Sangen: "Uncle, the time for Wuguan to tie his hair has arrived, and the nephew has moved the shovel." ”

Li San was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Boy, don't move the shovel tonight, hold a hair-binding ceremony for you tomorrow, and wait for the next time you come out to work, you move the first shovel again, people will tie their hair once in their lives, and they must solemnly carry out a ceremony." ”

"Uncle, in troubled times, you don't have to pay attention to it, life has its own certainty, and rituals are just a formality, dispensable." Yao Wuguan's tone is firm, in the past two years, Li Sangen has become more and more unable to convince Yao Wuguan, Yao Wuguan is becoming more and more assertive, Li Sangen often has illusions, always feels that he is like a nephew, and Yao Wuguan is like an elder, the words of the son can't help but make sense, and Li Sangen understands the meaning.

Yao Wuguan knelt down and kowtowed to the north, which was regarded as worshipping the ancestors, and the first ancestor of Faqiu originated in the direction of the Tiandu City in the northern plains.

After worshipping, Yao Wuguan held up his hands.

Li San solemnly held the shovel with both hands, slowly put it in Yao Wuguan's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Yao Wuguan, the thirtieth generation of the Yao family in Faqiu, was shoveled, and since then he has taken great strides in Kyushu, and he has made a shovel, hoping that Yao Wuguan can uphold the legacy of the first ancestor, remember the mission, and carry forward the great cause of the Yao family. ”

"One luck, two lives, three hard work, don't be a heavenly official in vain, the first ancestor is retrained, and the five levels are kept in mind." Yao Wuguan replied in accordance with the "Chronicle of Heavenly Officials", his tone was surprisingly calm, and his temperament completely surpassed the young age of fifteen.

Yao Wuguan finished speaking, Li Sanmore put the shovel in the hands of Yao Wuguan, Yao Wuguan held the Luoyang shovel, and it was three worships, these three bows to his father, this medium shovel was made by Yao Sihai himself, and it took fifteen years, and he had sent the princely tomb and opened the imperial tomb, and the shovel had been soaked in Yao Sihai's breath and was also stained with blood.

Xing Dajia was vaguely aware that work was stopped here, and learned three autumn calls, indicating that it was safe at this time, and urged Li San to work faster and not be lazy.

Yao Wuguan glanced into the distance, the fireflies slowly streaked in the darkness, and he walked to the entrance of the cave.

Looking up at the sky, the sky was full of stars, the sky was clear, Yao Wuguan took a breath of dantian qi, shoveled the handle straight, and poked it with a heavy shovel.

Suddenly, Yao Wuguan was stunned, and instead of pulling the Luoyang shovel up, he looked at Li Sangen and said in a deep voice: "Uncle, there is already a hole in front of the tomb gate." ”