The top of the mountain?

Two simple words.

It fell on the ears of the partridge whistle, but it was like a lightning bolt that struck out of thin air.

The pupils dilated and froze in place.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of seeing the blue sky through the clouds and mist.

That's right.

Back then, the general of the Yuan Dynasty came to suppress the rebellion of the people in the Eighteen Caves.

And after suffering from miasma and dying unexpectedly, building a tomb in Bottle Mountain also has the intention of Yongzhen Dongyi.

Placed in Feng Shui is the art of disgust.

He has been fighting for many years, although he rarely sees a mausoleum disgusted with the town, but the brain circuit of the Yuan people cannot be inferred by common sense.

The most common point.

According to the rules of the Captain of the Golden Colonel.

Vertical burial pits, box tombs, coffins, and bronze coffins are all bad omens.

Those who are buried in this way, without exception, are either ruthless people who kill people like hemp in their lifetime, or they are the owners who died violently and turned into great murderous things.

But the Yuan people did the opposite.

In all dynasties, the Mengyuan Dynasty had the most vertical burial box tombs, and even formed a kind of atmosphere.

From the princes to the people.

After death, they are proud to be buried in coffins.

Words of reasoning.

That Yuan general, who buried himself on the top of Bottle Mountain, in order to suppress the disaster of Dongyi for generations, seems to make sense.

The partridge whistle is already clear-minded, and the spiritual platform is empty.

It's just that he was carried away by the Xuandao convincing qi foundation building skill first, and the white-clothed paper man just now was like a basin of cold water poured on his head, and his heart was agitated, how could he still be calm.

Right now, after listening to Chen Yulou's words.

It's like an initiation.

"It's worthy of Brother Chen."

"A word wakes up the dreamer!"

Holding his fists, Partridge Whistle looked emotional.

It's just that.

Meet his clear and open eyes.

Chen Yulou was rarely blushing.

It would be nice if he could figure it out.

But now it's just taking advantage of the traverser, how can he shamelessly take the credit.

Fortunately, it was dark all around.

And no one noticed anything strange about him.

With a breath of turbidity, Chen Yulou flipped out the previous map and spread it out with the wind lantern.

"Brother Dao, come and see."

"According to this tomb map, the tomb of the Yuan people is most likely in these two places."

Chen Yulou's fingers swept over the shoulder and top of the bottle, and said in a deep voice.

"You can't be wrong."

"According to Brother Chen's thinking, this crack can't be missed."

Partridge Whistle nodded thoughtfully.

When the sun came down, he only cared about finding out the situation under the mountain, looking for a place where he could surround and kill the six-winged centipede, and did not think too much about it.

Now I want to come.

But I missed the bottomless crack.

"Just according to what Brother Dao said!"

Chen Yulou was waiting for his words.

Where will it be rejected now.

Immediately turned around, and his eyes fell on the red girl.

At the same time, his fingers slashed heavily at the crack in the thick ink on the drawing.

"Honggu, pick a few brothers who are good at mountaineering and search along the way."

"Yes, shopkeeper."

The Red Maiden immediately took the order and left.

Waiting for her to leave, Chen Yulou glanced around.

The Cloud Treasure Hall outside his body was almost looted.

Hua Ma was leading a group of thieves out to carry the Ming utensils.

A group of people who are highly motivated and completely tireless.

In the Danjing above the head.

It was left an old man of the Chen family to watch.

Hundreds of coffins, but not for a while.

"Brother Dao, find a place to wait slowly?"

Seeing this, Chen Yulou spoke.

"It's fine."

Where will the partridge whistle refuse.

He had already gotten what he wanted, and he had no idea about the artifacts.

Right now, I just want to find a pure place.

Ponder the Xuandao convincing qi and build the foundation.

This idea coincides with Chen Yulou.

The group did not stay long, and along the way they came, they passed through the Danjing and the Immeasurable Hall in a blink of an eye, and arrived at the Red Dust Illusion in the blink of an eye.

The poisonous insects and centipedes in the cave have long been wiped out by the chickens that have been hungry for a few days.

For the illumination.

The glass cups inside and outside the hall were not taken away.

Standing on the stone bridge, Chen Yulou looks around, the stone mist in the mountain is circulating, the lights are bright, the red dust is reflected, and the fairy spirit is faint, it can indeed be regarded as a fairyland on earth.

It's a pity.

The Dongyi riots were suppressed.

The mountain people of the Eighteen Yi Caves were almost slaughtered.

The bones they saw in the Danjing before were left by the cave people back then.

Dead and foggy.

The immortal aura of this red dust illusion has been destroyed a lot.

Looking at it contemplatingly, it looks like a Hades Palace dressed in the skin of a cave.

"Brother Dao, where are you going?"

Secretly sighed.

Chen Yulou looked back at the partridge whistle and asked casually.

"Just find a corner."

"Okay, when there's news, I'll let you know."

See where he is pointing.

It is a mountain rock not far from the bridge.

The place was full of smoke and crossed an underground river, so it was a good place to practice.

Chen Yulou nodded.

After seeing the three of their brothers and sisters leave, they didn't delay and walked straight towards the front hall.

Kunlun followed behind him inch by inch.

The shopkeeper came out, and he simply handed over the matter to others.

Not much.

Wait for him to cross the threshold and step into the temple.

Kunlun remained outside the door very consciously.

Although he said that there was no need to be nervous, he stubbornly refused.

Chen Yulou, who knew his character well, could only let him go, and he found a futon to sit on the ground.

But.

He's here.

But not for the sake of the foundation.

Instead, he took out the two copies of the magic he had just obtained from his pocket.

Especially the mausoleum.

Although the unloading is powerful, it has always been in an embarrassing position for several generations among the four factions of the inverted bucket.

It is because the means of unloading the ridge are too simple.

It's still his generation, and he spent years rummaging through ancient books, finding a lot of lost instruments, and integrating and absorbing the strengths of other sects.

Only then did we have today's Changsheng Mountain.

But at the end of the day.

The word machine, further forward, is also a glance to see the head.

After all, it is better to touch the feng shui technique of the blonde mound.

And this is what is most lacking in the unloading of mountains.

Years ago, he realized this and searched for people to try to learn Feng Shui.

It's a pity.

All he learned was situationalism.

It's okay to watch the mountains and stars.

That's why he was able to find the treasure.

However, the tombs of all dynasties are not out of the category of searching for dragons after all.

Grave visits are sufficient, but the process of stealing is much less subtle.

However, now that there is a mausoleum, all this is about to become history.

With the help of the ever-bright lights around him, Chen Yulou sank his mind, looked carefully word by word, and would stop and think for a moment from time to time.

I just feel that the mausoleum is really vast and unpredictable.

In just sixty-four hexagrams, it is very clear that heaven and earth and people, heaven and earth are repeated, stars are moving and different places, and dragons and snakes rise and fall.

For a while, it was like a treasure.

The whole mind is completely immersed in it.

I don't know how long later.

A sudden knock on the door woke him up from his distraction.

Look up.

Kunlun was looking at him anxiously, gesturing with his hands.

There was also a figure standing in the courtyard outside the door.

Seeing this, he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Have you found the Yuan Tomb?"

Putting away the mausoleum score, Chen Yulou strode out, and looked straight at the figure in the courtyard.

"Yes, shopkeeper, let the little one come and let you know."

"Good!"

Hear this.

Chen Yulou's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You go and inform Yang Kuishou again, I'll be there soon."

"Yes."

The man quickly took his orders and departed.

In the huge Dao Hall, only he and Kunlun were left in the blink of an eye.

Look at that honest face.

Chen Yulou couldn't help but laugh.

"Kunlun, I didn't promise to find a weapon for you before, the opportunity has come."