A faint snoring echoed through the room, and the white ink wrapped in a tarp slept deeply.

After falling to the ground for such a long time, no one changed the vigil with him, and he rarely slept happily.

Eating extravagant canned food, Yu Xian secretly admired.

It's a shame that this guy doesn't get enough sleep for a long time and has excellent combat effectiveness.

What's even more exaggerated is that Bai Mo can strictly control his sleep time.

As long as he wasn't too tired, he decided to sleep for 5 hours and woke up almost 5 hours later.

As a result, he was able to determine that the time span of groping underground was 13 to 16 days.

The 3 days of error lies in the fact that there are a few times when Bai Mo really falls asleep due to exhaustion, and he can't keep time.

Looking closely, Bai Mo is thinner than a while ago, his body is more slender, and his handsome face is stained with sand, which is quite like a Gone with the Wind.

If you sell white ink to a rich woman, Yu Xianke will make a fortune.

I don't know how long it took, when Yu Xian was also drowsy, Bai Mo finally got up.

He first pressed the minimum brightness of the camping lamp and watched around again, before slowly soothing his nerves.

"Is it okay?"

"No, he~~~, I slept instead."

Taking turns to rest, Bai Mo looked at Yu Xian, who was adjusting his state, and felt more and more wrong.

"After you got my grandfather's initial approval, the old man gave you the basic cultivation method, right?"

"Give... Given it. ”

Thinking about it carefully, Bai Guanshan did give an antique thread-bound book, and Yu was busy rushing to catch up with the paper, and after finishing the paper, he got the "Xueba Library", and then wrote five more articles.

Have a P time to practice kung fu.

In the case of no one to guide you, even if you just practice the outer kung fu of fists and feet, you have to spend a lot of effort if you want to start from scratch to look good.

Bai Guanshan knew this truth, and he didn't start until he was 22 years old, and he couldn't practice anything big, and the reason why he didn't provide guidance was just to see Yu Xian's understanding.

And Yu Xian's heart... I hope to be eliminated if I fail in the assessment process, and I can't become a staff member of the pangolin lineage, and dig dinosaur fossils with peace of mind.

"Have you practiced?"

Bai Mo asked like this, and Yu Xian had to nod. It's too weird to reply directly and not even look at it.

You must know that thanks to Guan Shanbai's mistake of thinking that Yu Xian was a fateful and sincere scholar, the six peerless households did not start with leisure.

Now you have to maintain your status as an apprentice in the trials.

"I practiced a little."

"Well, it can be seen that the most basic introductory excavation is usually summarized from the tricks that have been tempered thousands of times, and mixed with the shape and meaning of some animals."

For example, Xingyi boxing, praying mantis boxing, tiger and crane double shapes and the like.

The offensive and defensive skills that humans learn from animals are no joke, and although basic books are only hard work, it does not mean that its upper limit is low.

Listening to what Bai Mo said, Yu Xian also nodded.

Now I have a clear conscience, I really have to learn offense and defense with animals, but I am a prehistoric animal.

"Let's go, continue to visit the grave."

"Shouldn't you find the exit first?"

"The exit is not so easy to find, you should find the main burial chamber first."

Bai Mo thought very clearly, the higher the cemetery is, the larger the area, and it is very difficult to find the exit in reverse, especially the current lack of tools.

If you do the opposite, it's no problem to go in the direction of the main burial chamber.

The six desperate households and the enemy pangolins have all entered the cemetery, and as long as everyone goes down together, the probability of meeting will continue to increase.

Kill the enemy, join up with our men, and naturally follow them out.

The idea is generally fine, but in my casual opinion, the biggest problem is risk.

There is no way to tell whether to rendezvous with a friendly team or a large group of enemies.

"Then be careful."

Bai Mo belongs to the action faction, and his ideas are quite crisp, and after finalizing the plan, he beckons Yu Xian to follow.

Both of them cut into the burial area halfway through the underground cave, and they didn't know what level they were currently on, so they just walked down.

"Be careful, this cemetery is very wrong."

Groping for the masonry on the ground to eliminate the mechanism, Bai Mo whispered.

When falling into the ground, Bai Mo touched the hidden dragon leyline.

He knew very well that although Mo Bingxian wanted his descendants to become the Son of Heaven of the next dynasty, he would never dare to bury himself directly in the bright ascending dragon vein, and he couldn't hold it down.

The best ** is the momentum of the dragon hidden, and then the rise of the abyss, the hidden dragon replaces the main dragon and entrenches the excellent feng shui.

The leylines that Bai Mo first explored did meet the requirements, but as he went deeper and deeper, the situation became more and more wrong.

In the method of feng shui, the water is the first, and the Tibetan wind is secondary.

The first thing is to get water, because water is the source of vitality, indicating that vitality is vigorous.

The length of the water source and the large flow of water are directly proportional to the vigor of vitality, and the blessings of the earth's leylines are also long and long, sheltering future generations.

The problem is:

Mountains and rivers come and go, and you have a long life and abundant wealth; The mountain prisoner and the water flow, and the king was destroyed.

The winding loop of mountains and rivers can contain the earth's veins, on the contrary, the mountains are like prisons, and the water overflows and flows from many irregular holes.

As soon as Bai Mo introduced this, Yu Xian remembered the strange environment of the underground cave.

It's really called the mountain prisoner and the water flows.

No matter how beautiful the feng shui trend on the ground looks like, the underground is this pattern full of holes and deflated dragons, and it is still not a good place to live.

Mo Bingxian is very powerful, he will not be superficial enough to just look at the surface mountains, and the huge underground karst cave group cannot be formed in the past few hundred years.

Now that he knew what the situation was underground, he understood that the so-called dragon hidden power was simply tricking the dragon into a prison to kill, let alone setting the cemetery here.

Judging to this point, Bai Mo even felt that he had found the wrong direction, but as he went deeper into the cemetery, there was no doubt that the murals and craftsmanship were from the Hongyong period, and some text descriptions also pointed to Mo Taifu.

Later, when he encountered a hostile pangolin, he was only 100% sure that this was Mo Bingxian's resting place.

As for how he chose such a dead end, Bai Mo couldn't guess it for the time being.

"Isn't it for some evil stuff?" Yu Xian thought of the zombies in the doubtful grave.

Not turning bones turns out to be a fake trick, and zombies do exist.

This kind of guy with extremely harsh generation conditions is controlled by Mo Bingxian, and it is meant to be used as an anti-theft means.

"That's kind of interesting." Bai Mo affirmed, "But you can't use your real cemetery as an experimental field." ”

Turning the corner, another heavy stone gate stood in front of me.

The flashlight hit the stone door, and the hideous door god carving was clearly recognizable.

Bai Mo took out a piece of metal about the size of the ink ingot, and shook it slightly, throwing out a straight blade.

Yu Xian had seen a similar folding knife in the hands of Brother Dadao.

This is the Bai family's special laminated knife, this one in Bai Mo's hand is obviously better, the jet-black blade is cold and restrained, and it has a simple and gloomy feeling.

"I'll try."

The flashlight was temporarily idle, and Bai Mo inserted the sharp blade into the crack of the door, cut it up and down, and cut off the latch to break into it.

This is a very common technique for pangolins, and the white ink does cut something, and the feedback feels more like a metal wire.

"Something is wrong!"

The moment Bai Mo issued a warning, the two statues carved on the door actually opened their mouths at the same time.