Seeing that the eldest lady Mei Xi seemed to have an epiphany after her trip to Zhejiang, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and train his successor as soon as possible.

When Mei Xi heard that she was really going to fight, she couldn't close her mouth. She asked her brother-in-law, "Can we get all the good things after we go down?"

"It's not us, it's you, yourself!"

"Brother-in-law, you're teasing me again. I'm just a little girl! Look at me, I'm so thin and my hands are weak. Are you willing to let me fight alone?" She started pretending to be a bear again.

"Brother-in-law, I've already washed my hands of myself. As a descendant of the Hai family, you must learn this craft and not lose it. Don't worry, my brother-in-law will be here to look after you. There will definitely be no problems." Wushuang cheered her up. In fact,

Mei Xi was just being polite. This little girl is no longer as courageous as before. After experiencing so much, she has long been gearing up to show off her skills.

She is afraid that others will say that she is not worthy of Wushuang, and according to reliable information, her brother-in-law must have been accompanied by a beautiful woman when he went to the Bagan Jilin Desert a while ago. If she grows up, then she can take her with her brother-in-law wherever he goes.

Early the next morning, everyone set out early. They were well prepared this time and brought all the modern high-tech instruments they were supposed to bring. A large group of people drove three cars straight to Yitong County.

Yitong County in Jilin is a Manchu Autonomous Prefecture, and many descendants of the former nobles live here. Of course, after the baptism of the Cultural Revolution, the Manchus were deprived of all their wealth and became ordinary people. Even now, their

The living conditions are not as good as those of farmers in other counties and cities. This is a poor place with no unique products, no tourism resources, no mining resources, and an endless plain.

Wushuang did not go to the Nanshan Ancient Tomb first, but asked the thin man to lead the way to Mr. Yin Yang. If such a person has real talent and knowledge, he can stay by his side, but if it all depends on a three-inch indestructible

If you fool someone with your tongue and some knowledge of Feng Shui, then you must not let him stay.

Mr. Yin Yang's surname is Lu, and the villagers give him the nickname Lu Laobie. He is about sixty years old. He spends all day doing nothing, running around in the East Village and the West Village. He knows everything about the business.

"Is Mr. Turtle at home?" the tomb robber knocked on the door and shouted.

"Who is it?" Mr. Lu, wearing a pair of big pants and slippers, pushed open the door.

"Why are you still here? Why are you bringing so many people here? What's going on? Not enough people died last time? I've told you, that place is evil, just have some fun, don't be greedy."

Wushuang pushed the thin man aside and walked to Lu Laojun, took out a wad of money from his bag and handed it to him. This old boy had never seen someone so generous in his life, and he didn't refuse and just picked it up.

"It's actually easy to say that you want to break that big tomb." As soon as he saw that he had money to take, he immediately changed his face.

"Oh? Please give me some advice from Mr. Lu." Wushuang was very humble.

"Let me tell you, there is a treasure inside this big tomb. If you get this treasure, it will be a corner of half of the world. As for who has this blessing, it depends on whether he has courage."

"Haha...Mr. Lu, what do you mean by courage? Money? Do you think I don't give you enough? I am willing to spend money, but I am afraid that some people will take the money or spend it without their lives."

"Young man, don't be so angry. I told you, as soon as you entered the room, I knew that you were not a good person. You have a strong yang energy in your eyebrows, your eyes are focused, and the heaven is full. You are like a dragon and a phoenix among people.

." Lu Lao Turtle started to boast, he thought that with his little talk, it could be as simple as fooling the ignorant women in the countryside.

"Sir, maybe you misunderstood. It's not me. How do you think my sister is facing? Can she enter this ancient tomb?" Wu Shuang hugged Mei Xi over.

Mr. Lu was stunned and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's impossible. Since ancient times, how can there be any reason for a woman to enter the Yin cave? A woman's body belongs to Yin, which is incompatible with the aura in the tomb. If this girl goes in, she will never come back!

"

"I don't want to hear your nonsense. Tell me what kind of treasure is in this tomb! How can I get it?" Wushuang wanted to test him.

"Let me tell you a story. This story was passed down from my grandfather's grandparents."

The story of Lu Lao Turtle begins. In the early years of the Qing Dynasty, when Kangxi was in power, the country was peaceful and the people were prosperous. As one of the birthplaces of the Qing Dynasty, Yitong County restricted the residence of Han people. At that time, there were many wastelands in the Northeast, so a bannerman could lead his family back to the clan area.

Open up wasteland.

At that time, Yitong Nanshan was inaccessible and there were no villages. It was granted by the imperial court to a noble clan of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties with a blue flag, the Hailasu family. The Hailasu family was not a famous family. When the Manchus entered the customs

It’s not like the banner owners of the Xianghuang Banner, the Zhenghuang Banner, the Xiangbai Banner, and the Zhenglan Banner are as good at conquering and fighting, so the land they got is also a barren mountain. However, the descendants of the Eight Banners also have their own servants, and there is definitely no need for such people to open up wasteland.

Do it yourself.

But I heard that the Hailasu clan was very close to the owner of the Zhenglan Banner, so they received special care from the court. At that time, the eldest son of the Hailasu clan was named Acton, and the entire land covering a hundred miles of Nanshan was

belongs to him.

This Akdon has a special hobby, which is not delicious, not sexy, and not good for rights. According to current words, this old man just likes to travel. He often takes a few minions to play in the Western Regions, and sometimes he does a few things.

Write a poem and draw some pictures.

Once, he took his son Bosile to the Western Regions again. They had been there for two years. Everyone in the family thought that the father and son had died outside. At that time, the Qing Dynasty was at war with Zhungeer in the west, and no one dared to do so.

Go to the west. Later, Acton came back, alone, without his son Bosile. Every time Fujin asked about his son's whereabouts, he was scolded by Acton, and he never dared to ask more questions.

At that time, women were purely reproductive tools, and a large family could have at least a dozen children, so even if one died, it was not a big deal.

But after Acton came back, he seemed to have completely changed. Not only his temperament, but also his hobbies had changed. He rarely recited poems and painted paintings as before, and often went out to travel. Instead, he focused on mountaineering. In the Nanshan Mountains of his home,

Many craftsmen were hired to keep digging.

When the women asked, they found out that the master was preparing a mausoleum for himself. In those days, it was not unlucky for people to dig a hole for themselves while they were still alive. But what Master Acton said was unbelievable.
Chapter completed!