"I haven't seen this girl for more than two months, and she's fat?"

Han Yi could feel the fatness of his hand, and pinched the polyp on Han Xiaoye's waist with both hands, only feeling that he was holding the cold warm jade through the T-shirt.

Cool warm jade?

This adjective flashed in Han Yi's mind, and although the words didn't make sense, it did give him this feeling.

After touching it back and forth twice, Han Yi was able to let go of Han Xiaoye, who was as blushing as a monkey's ass.

"After the calf, you can't blush when you touch it twice!"

Han Yi's fingers snapped, and after cleaning up, Han Xiaoye turned around and went into the house to change clothes, humming a little song in his mouth.

Han Yi entered the room, leaving Han Xiaoye blushing, no, no, no, he bit his silver teeth, and looked very vicious and stared at Han Yi.

"Hmph!

Wait until dinner is ready, grandpa Shanshan walked back, two yellow dogs hugged each other before and after, quite left leading yellow, right Qingcang, brocade hat mink Qiu, thousands of horses roll Pinggang indifferent momentum.

"Master, where's the cigarette pouch?"

Grandpa flipped his hands and said in a trance: "I forgot in the village committee compound!"

Han Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, grandpa has always been safe, and he has experienced a lot of ups and downs, and he must not forget the cigarette pouch that he has always held in his hand.

I'm afraid that tomb robbery is not as simple as it seems on the surface, right?

"Then the grandson will go to the village committee and get it back!" Although Han Yi was a little worried, with his grandfather's wisdom, it was not difficult to think about it.

"No, I have to go to the village committee to discuss things at night, so let's put it there first. Grandpa shook his head, pulled Han Yi over and said with a smile: "Let's go, go into the house to eat, and drink two cups with grandpa!"

"Howler!"

Han Yi also helped his grandfather's arm, and the two of them carried it into the house, "Han Cuihua, don't be stupid, hurry up and serve the food!"

"Humph!"

Han Xiaoye snorted, twisted his body, and also went into the house to get busy.

After a heart-sessed drink, the meal was withdrawn, Han Xiaoye cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the outhouse, and Grandpa and Han Yi sat and talked on the kang in the house.

"Xiao Yi, come with me to the village committee for a meeting in the evening. ”

Grandpa's tone was a little uncertain, and he didn't seem to be able to hold his mind.

This is rare.

Han Yi's face was slightly gloomy, and he asked, "Master, what do you say about the tomb in our village?"

"I can't talk about it, it's just a meeting just now, your Uncle Baozheng said about this tomb, and there is a secret origin, the village has passed down this tomb from the elders, but it is all passed down to the patriarch, your Uncle Baozheng said that this tomb has a history of thousands of years, and your third grandfather kept this secret when he was alive, and then your third grandfather left, and handed over this matter to your Uncle Baozheng before leaving. ”

Grandpa's dry tobacco pouch is not in his hand, and he always feels that there is something missing.

"But now that this tomb has been stolen, your Uncle Baozheng will not hide it, and call all branches in the village to discuss what to do. ”

"What's important in this tomb?" Han Yi was also slightly curious.

"I don't know. Grandpa's answer was very simple.

Han Yi was stunned.

Maybe it was because he saw Han Yi stunned, and his grandfather said again: "Your Uncle Baozheng doesn't know much, what is in the tomb, you have to wait for the archaeological team to come tomorrow, and the excavation will not know, you will go to the village committee compound with me in a while, and you may have to guard the tomb with your Uncle Baozheng tonight to protect the scene!"

Han Yi nodded, pursing his lips slightly, he couldn't figure out that the Third Ancestor still had such a secret.

"Then who passed it on to the Third Patriarch? It has been said that it has been a thousand years, how many generations have to be passed on, and Hanjia Village is only four or five generations!"

Han Yi chatted with his grandfather on the kang for a while, Han Xiaoye also cleaned up the house, and his grandfather asked her to do her homework at home, so he led Han Yi to the village committee compound.

At this time, the sun has crossed the West Mountain, the so-called sunset, Hanjia Village is everywhere wafting this kind of lazy priority taste, people who have eaten enough leave the stuffy house in twos and threes, get together to play chess and cards and chat, the atmosphere is lively but not messy.

Han Yi followed his grandfather all the way into the village committee compound, the village chief Uncle Bao Zheng and a few grandfathers, the elders of the grandfather generation had already sat in a circle, Uncle Bao Zheng saw Han Yi coming, he was a little stunned, and then he put his mind at ease.

"Xiaoyi High School is on vacation?"

"Yes, uncle, just came back. Han Yi nodded.

"Okay, you're back, we don't have to be afraid, although your grandfathers and uncles used to be good hunters in the mountains, but they may not be able to deal with tomb robbers, you kid have to cheer up tonight!"

Since the death of the third ancestor, Han Baozheng has concentrated the patriarch of Hanjia Village, and the power of the village chief can be said to be the first person in Hanjia Village, and even Han Yi has to listen honestly when he speaks.

"Don't worry, uncle, if the tomb robber dares to come back, I will call him if he comes back!" Han Yi patted his chest like a braggadocio.

Several uncles also laughed, knowing that this kid was very good at kung fu, but he didn't take it seriously.

Several people discussed it, and finally decided that the village head, Han Baozheng, would lead Han Yi and some young men from Hanjia Village to guard the stolen ancient tomb.

The stolen tomb in Hanjia Village is in a crop field in the west of the village, and the robbery hole is dug under the root of the wall of the villager's courtyard.

The hole was not dug in a day, and it is impossible to be ignorant of the movement under the wall of someone's house.

Of course, the eldest son of this family has already run away, and after the incident, he doesn't know where to hide.

It's night.

The color is like thick ink.

Uncle Bao Zheng, the village chief, asked people to build a wooden house next to the ancient tomb in advance, although it was simple, but there was a place to rest, but none of the five people guarding the tomb could rest peacefully, and the mosquitoes in the field on a midsummer night were so many that they were killed, and in less than a few minutes, several people were staring at a lot of bags, and the village chief Uncle Bao Zheng's eyes were even more unknown insects, and now they are swollen.

There is only Han Yi, who has the body of chemical strength, mosquitoes can't add to his body, and as soon as it falls on him, he will automatically be killed by internal strength.

In the end, Uncle Baozheng and the others really couldn't stand the mosquito bites, so they left Han Yi alone to guard here.

The kerosene lamps were surrounded by countless mosquitoes, and the shadows of large flying insects fell to the ground, like demons and monsters gathered for a meeting, and there were also demons and monsters that suddenly fell to the ground, and the flying insects that moths put on fire and burned themselves to death.

Han Yi sat cross-legged in the shed alone, lifting the pure yang qi to the hanging pivot acupoint and impacting the acupoint here.

The night was not very quiet, but Han Yi still quickly fell into his trance, and the person sat in the shack, motionless, like an old monk entering the country.

Han Yi felt that the pure yang qi was impacting the hanging pivot point in his body in waves, but the overall was not as energetic as during the day, as if hot water was poured into a thermos flask, although the state was the same, it could still make Han Yi perceive the difference.

"What is the reason for this?"

After Han Yi tried to hit the Suspension Pivot Point again and again, he noticed the subtle changes in the Pure Yang Qi, so he stopped attacking the Suspension Pivot Point, and instead contemplated it.

However, Han Yi's ears twitched suddenly, and his eyes opened suddenly, and his eyes swept like a knife to somewhere in the darkness.

"I didn't expect that there were really tomb robbers who dared to come, and I didn't expect this person to be a master!"

Han Yi looked in the direction of the tomb robbers hidden in the darkness, and there was a hint of interest.