Lu Linger still took the mobile phone with palpitations, and looked at her photos carefully, and then burst into tears and smiled: "You, you can also invent these gadgets, it's amazing, by the way, what is it called." ”

"It's called," Yang Yi pondered for a while, and said in his heart that I want to say that it is called a mobile phone, and this curious Miss Lu has to ask why she has such a strange name, yes, it's called Apple, which is easy to understand, so Yang Yi said casually: "It's called Apple." ”

"Apple? But it doesn't look like a round apple at all. Lu Linger smiled dumbly.

"Ah, that's the case, I have a buddy, surnamed Niu, who likes to sit under the apple tree and ponder when he has nothing to do, and then, 'let's chirp', drop an apple and hit his head on the melon seeds, he 'hum', he can invent a thing, 'let's chirp', smash it again, and invent another thing, I also want to learn (xiao, two sounds) him, so I call this invention an apple, hehe" Yang Yi looked at Lu Ling'er who believed it was true, Yang Yi said with a smile.

"yes, then I'll hit you with apples every day from now on, and you'll invent more gadgets for me to play with, okay?" After speaking, Lu Linger, whose face was crimson, turned around and ran away.

Yang Yi was a little surprised at first, and then touched his chin, looked at Lu Linger's back with a wicked smile and secretly rejoiced: Is this the rhythm of the first opening of a girl's love?

"Sister Ling'er," Yang Yi shouted cheaply at Lu Ling'er's graceful back, "A word is a certainty." ”

"If you have a mother's leg, it's going to be a big disaster, and you still have the heart to pull calves there?" I don't know when, Uncle Li came over, stretched out his hand and hit the back of Yang Yi's head with a sucking and crispy big neck.

"Hehe, uncle, this is what you are wrong, every time there is a big event, you are still a cultivator, the old saying is that Mount Tai collapses in front and the color remains the same, and the beauty is not strong in front of you, you don't even have this concentration, how can you mix the rivers and lakes, right?" Yang Yi was in a super good mood, touching the back of his numb head, and not forgetting to tease Uncle Li.

"Boy, don't be hard-mouthed, when you cry for a while, your father and mother, hum" Uncle Li glared at Yang Yi and said angrily.

Let's say that after sending Lu Jingtian and his servants away, the huge Lu Mansion suddenly quieted down, but that kind of quietness inevitably gave people an ominous feeling.

Uncle Li took Yang Yi to inspect the triple courtyard of the Lu Mansion first, and after making sure that there were no missing personnel, he came to Lu Jingtian's inner room.

Uncle Li took an iron probe and kept knocking on the brick floor, and after a while, Uncle Li raised his head, looked at Yang Yi and said, "That snake demon should have made a hole under this as a hiding place, if you want to catch it, we have to go down." ”

"No, you wait a while, uncle, go down, how to go down, do you use the Qimen Dunjia technique or retreat*, what, let's talk about it first, I don't know that thing." Yang Yi was amused by Uncle Li's serious demeanor, and couldn't help but play a poor mouth.

"Can you be serious," Uncle Li looked at Yang Yi a little helplessly, "Go, find a pickaxe, dig the ground, dig three feet into the ground, dog?" ”

"Okay, okay, you have the final say." Yang Yi shook his head, went out and tossed for a while, came in with an iron pickaxe, and worked hard to shine on the smooth and mirror-like ground.

"You plane first, I'll go get the guy." Uncle Li wiped his face, got up and left.

"Rub, I'm recruiting who to provoke whom, it's not appropriate to put a good criminal policeman, I came to this Qing Dynasty to be a migrant worker, and I was called around by an old god stick who couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood all day long, I really can't blame the society, grandma!" Yang Yi smiled bitterly and laughed at himself, while rounding his shoulders and gritting his teeth to dig the ground.

After a while, Yang Yi dug out a pit four feet square and more than half a person deep in the ground, and the strange thing is that the first layer of soil under the brick is black, but further down, the color of the soil becomes yellow, then red and brown...... It looks like the sealing layer of an ancient mausoleum.

Yang Yi also secretly wondered in his heart, until this time, his heart was a little suspicious, and at the same time, he also felt a faint worry, I don't know if I will encounter something strange if I dig again.

When he was hesitating, Uncle Li came back, and when he saw the five-colored soil layer, his face darkened at that time, he grabbed a handful of soil and twisted it, put it under his nose and smelled it, and took a sip and said: "This demon really doesn't seem to be an ordinary person, and he actually knows how to find an ancient mound as a place to cultivate, it's not simple." ”

"Uncle, don't always pretend to scare me, what the hell is going on, you really dug up the ancient tomb?" Yang Yi saw that Uncle Li was chattering, and he was very curious, so he asked.

"Do you see the color of this soil layer, it means that these soils are not naturally formed, but that someone has superimposed different soils layer by layer in order, what does this mean, it means that this soil layer has accumulated over the years, where will it be okay to pile up the mound layer by layer? So, the following ten banine should be an ancient tomb, covered with so many layers of soil is to play a sealing role, in order to prevent the outside air and water flow into the tomb, in feng shui, the outside air and water flow is called evil qi, bad water, into the tomb will damage the Mingtang earthly qi, is not good for the descendants of the tomb owner, understand? Uncle Li clapped his hands and explained simply.

"Ancient tombs, then aren't we developed, digging out a few pieces of artifacts is a priceless antique, hehe" As soon as he heard that he had dug up the ancient tomb, Yang Yi suddenly came to his senses, and a bloody scene of tens of millions of antiques appeared in his mind, and he couldn't wait to plunge into the ground to hunt for treasures.

"Antiques? I'm afraid you won't have to enjoy it if you find it. Uncle Li glanced at Yang Yi, "The ancient tombs in this world, but those who have not been stolen by those Jin-touching captains, are all very evil, and they are either guarded by ghosts or are cursed mysteriously, in short, they can get in, but they may not be able to get out, do you want to give it a try?" ”

"Hey, isn't there still your old man who is heroic, majestic, jade tree in the wind, and extraordinary, I'm afraid of a hair." Yang Yi grinned and continued to make fun of Uncle Li.

"That's good, then you will go down with me to dig for treasure, now, work!" Uncle Li shouted violently, and Yang Yi obediently bent over to become a migrant worker.

After digging for a while, the pit was already nearly one person deep, and Yang Yi felt that the soil below seemed to be getting thinner and thinner, as if it might collapse at any time, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared, and the movements of his hands became much lighter.

Finally, the middle of the pit suddenly sank, and the soil and stone on the surface leaked down in a vortex shape, and a one-foot-square black hole appeared in front of Yang Yi.

"Uncle, pull me up quickly, it's going to collapse." Yang Yi was frightened and shouted at Uncle Li above.

Uncle Li glanced at Yang Yi, followed a rope, and let Yang Yi grab the rope and climb up.

"Are you afraid? What about the awesomeness just now? Uncle Li glanced at Yang Yi, whose face was pale, sneeringly, and then looked at the bottom of the pit intently, "Boy, I'm afraid there is a secret passage down here, and that snake demon must be hiding in which secret passage to recuperate." ”

"No, you don't always let me go down as bait and lure that snake demon up, let's say okay, I won't go, and I won't go to death." Yang Yi was thrilled by Uncle Li's ambiguous eyes, for fear that this old liar with a fancy stomach would let him take the lead, so he quickly expressed his attitude.

"Can you go down?" Uncle Li glared at Yang Yi disdainfully, "Let's go, go back to the house for dinner, and when our master has enough spirits, tonight we will do the way for the heavens and subdue demons and eliminate demons!" ”

Back in Uncle Li's room, Yang Yi saw a large pot of hot pot chicken resting on the blazing white copper stove on the table, and a small jar of fragrant liquor next to it, and then realized that when he was digging a pit with a deflated stomach just now, Uncle Li, an old liar, actually came back and made hot pot chicken, which is too heartfelt.

Seeing Yang Yi's unhappiness, Uncle Li smiled: "Boy, if you are not full, how can you have the strength to start work, come, you're welcome, eat, eat...... Leave me some fucking left! ”

Yang Yi was determined to take revenge on Uncle Li, so just when Uncle Li was talking endlessly, he quickly sat down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, grinned his cheeks, "squeaked" a sip of wine, "swished" a mouthful of food, and then ate it, and Uncle Li, who was so anxious that he was on the side, hurriedly sat down on the table to start cooking.

After eating, looking at Yang Yi, who was burping comfortably, Uncle Li got up and picked up a piece of rune paper drawn in advance, and with a wave of his hand, the rune paper spontaneously combusted without wind.

When the rune paper was almost burned, Li Shu'er put the paper ashes into a porcelain bowl, and then handed the porcelain bowl to Yang Yi together with the wine gourd that did not leave his hand: "Come, just drink the rune paper with the wine." ”

"No, I'm not sick, what are you doing drinking rune paper ashes?" Yang Yi stretched out his hand to take the wine gourd, but he was very resistant to the blackened paper ash in the porcelain bowl.

"This is the Five Thunder Talisman, you can temporarily have the primary mana of clumsy fire when you drink it, otherwise if you fight for a while, you won't even have the bones left, and you will be stunned." Uncle Li'er's eyes widened, and a northeastern sentence came out of his mouth.

Yang Yi's attention was all on the paper ash of the porcelain bowl, and he didn't notice Uncle Li'er's dialect, so he hesitated, after all, his life was still important, so he had to take the porcelain bowl, tilt his neck, and pour the paper ash into it along with a sip of wine.