After the battle just now, Lin Changqing had become the kind of expert in the Xiangxi Miao Village in the eyes of Old Crooked Man Luo and Chen Yulou. Everyone was polite to him.
After killing Haozi's second aunt, nothing happened overnight.
The next morning, the heavy rain had stopped.
It was noisy outside the courtyard. Chen Yulou and Old Crooked Luo were arranging the team.
"Brothers, you've worked hard."
" The Yuan people are ruthless and cruel. They burn, kill, and plunder the land where the flowers are planted. They are heartless and do not know how to steal the money that belongs to us. Now, these treasures are buried in the Bottle Mountain. Today, we will follow Red Eyebrows 'actions and dig up the Yuan Tomb to help the victims."
Lin Changqing walked out of the courtyard and saw Chen Yulou standing on the high platform. Below him stood a black mass of Xieling disciples.
"Chief, we don't have to work hard. Everything is for the victims.”
These guys heard that they had found Bottle Mountain and rushed over overnight. At this moment, they actually didn't show a trace of fatigue and were still in extreme excitement.
"Deputy Yang, where's my team? A bunch of good-for-nothings were still dawdling. Look at the brothers from Xie Ling, they had already gathered.”
At this time, Deputy Yang was still leading his troops. He jogged over and stood in a row.
"Attention, at ease! Listen up and listen to President Chen's orders."
Old Luo pointed at Chen Yulou and shouted at his troops.
Chen Yulou faced Xie Ling and the troops. After saying some inspiring words, he turned to look at Old Crooked Luo.
"Luo Shuai, I've said what I need to say.”
After saying that, Chen Yulou directly retreated and walked to Lin Changqing and Aunt Hua's side.
"This... This…"
Old Crooked Luo stood alone on the high platform with a bitter look on his face.
"Brothers, let's go!"
"Dump him!"
Lin Changqing and Chen Yulou couldn't help but laugh when they heard Old Crooked Luo say these words.
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Under Lin Changqing's lead, everyone trekked through the rugged mountains and finally arrived at Bottle Mountain at noon.
This place was surrounded by jagged rocks, most of which were broken. An unfathomable gully was in front of him, and on the opposite side was Bottle Mountain.
"Brothers, the entrance to the Yuan Tomb should be around here.”
Chen Yulou waved the folding fan in his hand, looked around, and ordered everyone to stop.
"Deal!"
"Brothers, work hard and keep your eyes open. If you find the Yuan Tomb, I will reward you handsomely!”
Old Crooked Luo waved his hand and dispersed his soldiers before returning to Chen Yulou's side.
"Changqing, where do you think the entrance is?”
Aunt Hong, who was beside Lin Changqing, reached out her elbow to nudge him and asked in a low voice.
"There, it must be under the ravine.”
Lin Changqing pointed at the ravine surrounded by clouds and said in an unquestionable tone.
"Shh, you can continue bragging."
Hong Gu rolled her eyes at Lin Changqing and smiled noncommittally.
"F * ck, in this damn weather, after a heavy rain, it's muddy everywhere. It's not easy to find the entrance.”
Old Luo looked around for a while but found nothing. He was a little frustrated. He took out his big pipe and smoked while cursing.
"Sigh, what you said is wrong, Luo Shuai. The art of treasure hunting is nothing more than looking, hearing, asking, and feeling. These four words were divided into eight techniques, each of which was divided into two upper and lower techniques. The upper technique was to observe the stars above and the earth veins below. The lower technique was to observe the mud marks and distinguish the color of the grass. There was a great difference in height between them, but they all had their own techniques.”
"Especially this method of identifying the color of the grass by observing the mud marks. It's even easier to use after the heavy rain.”
Chen Yulou said with a smile as he fanned himself after hearing Old Crooked Luo's complaints.
"Oh, there's such a saying. You're still too arrogant!”
Old Crooked Luo didn't know anything and was confused. He didn't know what was going on and blurted out another word.
"Marshal Luo, let's hear a few shots."
Chen Yulou came to the edge of the cliff and pointed at the ravine surrounded by clouds. He turned around and shouted at Elder Luo.
"Bang bang bang!"
Although crooked Luo was a little confused, he still obediently fired a few shots into the gully.
Chen Yulou was not only born with a pair of night vision, but he also had the ability to listen to lightning and identify acupoints. He quickly confirmed the basic situation in the gully.
"Looking at the direction of the mountain power dragon vein, the position of the head protection platform, and the echo in the ravine, the entrance to the Yuan Tomb is most likely at the bottom of the ravine.”
"Kacha!"
As soon as Chen Yulou finished speaking, a soft sound came from outside the grass.
"Who is it?"
Aunt Hong's expression changed. She used her Light-body Technique and pounced towards the bushes. A figure shot out.
"Where are you going!"
"Whoosh!"
" Stop!" Hong Nu shouted. The flying knife in her hand turned into a cold light and flew towards the back of the figure.
"Bang!"
The man took out his revolver, turned around, and fired at the flying knife in the air. The flying knife deviated from its direction and stabbed into a tree trunk.
"Sneaky, who are you?”
"Bang bang bang!"
Aunty Hong's figure flashed and she appeared in front of the person who had just arrived. They quickly exchanged a few blows.
"Stop!"
Almost at the same time, Chen Yulou appeared right behind him.
"Eh, it's you?"
Chen Yulou's gaze fell on the man in the straw raincoat. His heart moved and his face revealed a shocked expression.
This was none other than Francolin Whistle.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, a hidden arrow shot out from the forest and headed straight for Aunt Hong's face.
"Bang!"
Francolin Whistle raised the revolver in his hand and shot the arrow.
"Old foreigner, come out."
Francolin Whistle looked at Chen Yulou with a calm expression and put the spear in his hand back at his waist.
"Senior Brother!"
The old foreigner walked out with a bow and arrow in his hand. His eyes were fixed on Chen Yulou, and his face was full of curiosity.
"Where's the flower spirit?"
"Senior, we split up to look for you when we heard the gunshots. She should be somewhere else.”
The old foreigner came to the front of Zhe Gushao and looked back at Chen Yulou repeatedly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"You know each other?"
Aunt Hong looked at Chen Yulou's expression and asked curiously.
"Brother, let's talk in private."
Chen Yulou was worried that Zhe Gushao would tell him about his defeat last night, so he hurriedly took Zhe Gushao to the side.
"Brother, may I know who you are?”
He cupped his hands at Francolin Whistle.
"To pick the stars, you need to invite the chief star. They drank water from all over the world and burned the fragrance of dragons and phoenixes. Move the mountain, Francolin Whistle."
Zhe Gushao stared at Chen Yulou with a calm expression and said something inexplicable.
"Haha! As expected of the Mountain Moving Chief, Francolin Whistle."
"That small divine sword, you must be the head of the mountain, Chen Yulou.”
The two of them had their own strange thoughts and were talking about something unrelated.
"Brother, we all have the same goal in coming to Bottle Mountain. Why don't we join forces?”
Chen Yulou pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked at Zhe Gushao in shock.
"It's different. Your sect is a funerary object, moving mountains to find immortal medicine. We don't have the same path and hope that we don't interfere with each other.”
Zhe Gushao glanced at Chen Yulou, cupped his hands, and left with the old foreigner.
"Boss, you guys are talking nonsense for a long time. Who is that person?”
Hong Gu pointed at Zhe Gushao and Chen Yulou and asked.
"You didn't ask about his identity before you attacked him. I'll settle the score with you when we get back."
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