The iron chain is three hundred and thirty meters long.

He Zi'an led Jin Cancan and arrived at the other end without danger.

Along the way, Jin Cancan, kept chattering for 20,000 US dollars, and he insisted on not paying.

After landing on the ground, he took a flashlight to probe the environment.

The location to which they belong is a rock jutting out of the mountain wall.

There is a hole more than two meters high in the mountain wall, and on the side is a hand-carved staircase attached to the mountain wall.

"You don't have to think about it, fools know to go here." Jin Cancan took a flashlight to shine on the staircase.

"If you don't agree, let's go separately." He Zi'an stepped into the stone cave.

Depend on!

Jin Cancan jumped on one leg and complained after him: "You are not a normal person, you don't go on a good mountain ladder, you have to choose an unknown cave." ”

"Who would go down to dig a grave in the ground for a normal person?" He Zi'an scanned the cave environment as he walked.

Jin Cancan choked instantly.

In fact, most tomb robbers will never touch a similar tomb in their lifetime.

Walked for a while.

The cave suddenly became wide, and there were carvings and paintings on the mountain walls.

He Zi'an took the flashlight and spun around.

Jin Cancan also made the same movement, and the rear flashlight was aimed at the three-meter-high position, and said: "Spanning several dynasties, you don't see that this looks like it was before the Qin and Han dynasties." ”

It is a petroglyph with a red color palette of simplely dressed humans with feathers on their heads, armed with spear-like objects, chasing a wild boar in the grass and bushes.

He Zi'an looked at it and said, "This tomb is older than we imagined. ”

"Could it be that this piece was the ground before, and then the earthquake and flood collapsed, and Zhang Lin explored the cave thousands of years later." Jin Cancan guessed.

"It's very possible, but I think it should be Zhang Lin's son, because that guy is a serious lover of Wei and Jin metaphysics, and he has traveled all over the land of China for immortality." He Zi'an said.

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Zhou, the number Min Realm Immortal."

"Damn, it's him!" Jin Cancan's face was so shocked that his face was distorted.

Min Jing Xianweng, known as Ge Hong, who is known as the little immortal, is a contemporary, and his personality is not well-known in the world, but he is a well-known figure in a specific circle, because one of his hobbies is to collect classics and objects in the pre-Qin period.

It is said that the immortal Weng of Minjing picked up the alchemy furnace of Guangchengzi in Qinghu on the northwest plateau, as well as the Yellow Emperor's outer classics, so his lifespan can be as high as 185 years old.

Whether it is really so long is unknown, but in the late Eastern Jin Dynasty is still alive, clear speech, can run and jump, there are many records in the ancient books in the circle, which is also one of the sources of the name of "Xianweng".

Of course, later generations are more concerned about the burial goods of the Min Realm Immortals, especially organizations like Jin Hai who rob tombs for a living.

"Isn't it clearly recorded in the book that he ascended to the immortal near Qingcheng Mountain?" Jin Cancan frowned.

"In the stone room where you lost your left calf, there is a brick carved with a crane flying in the Milky Way, which is from the hand of the immortal, don't you see?" He Zi'an asked.

Speaking of this, Jin Cancan became angry, and until this moment he still thought that the group of poisonous insects was released by He Zi'an and used to pit himself.

In fact, after careful study, the ground that He Zi'an stepped on from the stone chamber was to stimulate the poisonous insect mechanism, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the 'culprit', provided that Jin Cancan and Yinyi do not use fire attack in the first layer, and do not be greedy in the second layer.

It's useless to say anything now.

He Zi'an continued to shine a flashlight on the rock wall, and said: "The old man is also unlucky, if he walked with me before, he could see these carvings and paintings of primitive ancestors, and he would definitely be moved to death." ”

"Are you gloating?"

"Sort of." He Zi'an tilted his head and said, "Don't you think that as the head of Minhai archaeology, you are restricted everywhere and uncomfortable to die." ”

Jin Cancan agreed, stared at the rock wall and said: "These carvings and paintings are dug down, and they are worth more than 100,000 yuan, but now they can only look at it, and they are aggrieved." ”

"I suddenly feel that you didn't come down to dig a grave this time." He Zi'an said with a strange smile.

Jin Cancan found out that he was being caught, and he was unhappy, but he smiled strangely on his face: "Wrong, I left the opportunity behind." ”

"It has something to do with the tomb of the Sea King." He Zi'an deduced himself and said.

Jin Cancan wanted to refuse, but when he found his 'wisdom' eyes, he simply broke the jar and said, "Yes, yes, I dug up the bones of my ancestors in the mausoleum back then, you are happy." ”

"Your ancestral home is Fengjia Village at the foot of Wudang Mountain in the northwest of Hubei Province, and you are a descendant of Zhu Ming's royal family, does the tomb of the Sea King have anything to do with Zhu Yunwen?" He Zi'an speculated.

"You are wrong, my family was given the surname Zhu, and the ancestor can be traced back to Li Jing in the Tang Dynasty."

"Let's chase it indiscriminately, how could Li Jing's descendants run to the southeast coast."

"There are a lot of people surnamed Li in Southeast Asia, let alone in China." Jin Cancan rolled her eyes.

Can He Zi'an not know that the Chinese are running around the world? It's just a test of whether Jin Cancan's words are true or false, and now it seems that he is not lying.

"What's it called?" He asked.

"Li Nianfeng, ...... of the Southern Song Dynasty"

"The prefect of Suizhou in the Northern Song Dynasty, at the age of 60 on Wudang to seek Taoism, and later the footprints all over the famous mountains of China, in the fourteenth year of Chunxi, that is, in the autumn of 1187 A.D., he was buried in Luofeng County, Minhai, during his lifetime, he made many local heroes and was deeply respected, coinciding with the Southern Song Dynasty Minhai Province developed sea trade, and the funeral goods have precious jewelry and artworks such as China, the Western Regions and even the Middle East." He Zi'an took over.

"You don't know very well, you still don't know what the tomb of the Sea King is?" Jin Cancan was puzzled.

"I am not God, I can be omniscient and omnipotent." He Zi'an's eyelids rolled over.

He can know Li Nianfeng's life, or he found it in an ancient book, and now he has told it all.

"Zhang Ren, have you heard?" Jin Cancan smelled.

"The head of the Zhang family in Jianzhou in the middle and late Southern Song Dynasty, in addition to being a metaphysical and tomb robber, it happened that Zhu Xi moved to Jianyang for his eldest son when he was young, and the two sides had indirect contact. He Zi'an said.

"Li Nianfeng is his father."

"I'll go, you and Lao Zhang were the same family eight hundred years ago."

"My ancestors are descendants, and his family is a concubine."

"Get out, people's surname is Zhang and not surnamed Li, compared to family learning and wealth, and more than inheriting history, your Li family can't catch up."

"My ancestor is Li Jing, the Duke of Weiguo in the early Tang Dynasty." Jin Cancan said with a red neck.

He Zi'an shrugged his shoulders and said, "As a result, you are not a tomb robber, you have not become one of the five elders of Jinhai, and your main activity trajectory is in the northwest, maybe you have dug up the graves of your own ancestors." ”

Jin Cancan was immediately silent.

"You're not a filial grandson, you've really done it." He Zi'an exclaimed when he saw this.

"At that time, I was poor, and I had to do it as a last resort to eat, and my ancestors would not blame me."

"Tsk, as a descendant of Zhang Ren, Zhang Qinying, in the old days, had to go to the grave for a mouthful of food, and later washed his hands in the golden basin early, organized archaeological restoration of literature and history for the country and the people, and now he is a deputy ministerial-level leader. Look at you again, it's a shame to still sell to criminal organizations. He Zi'an said.

Jin Cancan's head is lower.