When Ye Qiu heard Master Changmei saying it was a good omen, he "thumped", and a dark cloud suddenly fell over his heart.
"It seems that this trip to the southwest is not peaceful!"
Ye Qiu secretly said.
"Little bastard, what are you thinking about? The poor man said it's a good omen, but why aren't you happy at all?" Master Changmei asked doubtfully.
Ye Qiu said: "We may encounter danger this time."
"Isn't this normal?" Master Changmei said: "The peerless tomb must be full of dangers."
"By the way, whose tomb is it?"
"Tell me quickly."
Xiao Zhan stood aside with a strange expression on his face.
Peerless tomb? Never heard of it!
Ye Qiu said: "I don't know whose tomb it is, so I called you here. You are proficient in heresy. Maybe you can find out something by then."
Master Changmei looked unbelieving: "Little bastard, you didn't tell me the truth. You must know something."
Ye Qiu said: "I only know that thirty disciples of Longmen died."
Master Changmei said: "From this point of view, this should be a unique tomb of evil."
"There must be a lot of good stuff in it."
"Little bastard, you are so kind to me."
Ye Qiu said with a smile: "We are good friends. When something good happens, the first thing I think of is you."
Master Changmei was also very happy: "It's not in vain that I have put myself in danger for you several times. It's quite interesting."
I hope you still feel this way when you reach your destination.
Ye Qiu muttered in his heart and ordered: "Xiao Zhan, order people to sail the boat!"
"yes!"
After Xiao Zhan gave the order, the speedboat quickly left Wushan Ferry and then went up the Yangtze River.
Two hours later.
The speedboat sails into the Jialing River.
"Little bastard, we have arrived at the Jialing River. When will we arrive at our destination?" Master Changmei asked.
Ye Qiu glanced at Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan understood and replied: "Senior, don't be anxious, we will be there in half an hour."
Changmeizhenren was gearing up and said with excitement on his face: "Little bastard, how do you divide the treasures in the peerless tomb?"
Ye Qiu said: "Why are you in a hurry? We can wait until the big tomb is dug."
Master Changmei shook his head: "No, we must make it clear now, and our brothers must also settle the accounts."
Ye Qiu said: "It's too early to talk about this now. I'm worried that this big tomb will be difficult to dig."
"If we join forces, what graves can't be dug?" Master Changmei said, "50 to 50, how about that?"
"Okay." Ye Qiu agreed.
Master Changmei glanced at Ye Qiu in surprise and said, "You used to take advantage of such good things. Why do you seem to be a different person today, so generous?"
Ye Qiu raised his brows: "What, you don't think five or five points is enough? If not, you can also use two or eight points. I'll give you two or eight..."
"No, five or five is pretty good." Changmeizhenren chuckled and said, "Little bastard, tell me, why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?"
Ye Qiu said: "If you hadn't stood up and risked your life in the Forbidden City on New Year's Eve, I wouldn't have been so kind to you."
"It turns out that's the case, then I'm relieved. I thought you were harboring some evil intentions." Master Changmei laughed and said, "Once this big tomb is dug, Pindao will go back and rebuild Longhu Mountain."
Time passes quietly.
In a blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
The speedboat entered a canyon.
The peaks on both sides of the canyon are like screens, with layers of mountains and mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist.
The green river water turns thousands of times, just like entering a beautiful gallery, full of poetry and painting.
The speedboat slowed down and drove through the canyon. Sometimes it was in front of mountains, and sometimes it was winding around. The scenery was extremely quiet.
While admiring the scenery outside the window, Master Changmei said: "With continuous dragon veins and surrounded by water sources, this is an excellent Feng Shui treasure land."
"Little bastard, there must be a unique tomb here, and it is most likely an imperial mausoleum."
"We sent it this time."
Seeing Master Changmei's excited look, Ye Qiu secretly thought, I hope you can still be so excited when you reach your destination.
"Boy, how long will it take to arrive?" Master Changmei asked Xiao Zhan.
Xiao Zhan opened the map on his mobile phone, looked at it, and replied, "It's almost there."
"Hey, the scenery here is so pleasant, why are there no cruise ships?" Master Changmei felt a little strange.
Ye Qiu said: "It's like this. After I heard that there was a big tomb here, I sent people to block the Jialing River."
"Before we leave, no other ships will appear on the river except Longmen's ships."
"This will make things easier for us."
The Changmei Master smiled and nodded: "You're still thinking carefully."
The speedboat continued to move forward, and after a while, the green mountains on both sides became higher and higher, completely blocking the sun.
The canyon became darker.
Not only that, the temperature also dropped, creating a chill.
"Little bastard, let's go to the deck and take a look at the scenery." After Master Changmei finished speaking, he took the lead in leaving the cabin and walking towards the deck.
Ye Qiu stood up slowly.
Xiao Zhan whispered: "Boss, when we arrive at our destination, what should we do if the real person discovers the truth and is so angry?"
Ye Qiu smiled and said: "When we get to the place, tell our people that no one is allowed to leave without your order."
Xiao Zhan understood that at that time, even if Master Changmei was angry, there would be nothing he could do.
When Ye Qiu came to the deck, Master Changmei was reciting poetry.
"When spring comes, I have a sip of wine. I ride in a small boat. The green mountains on both sides of the river welcome me. The blue waves are like a beautiful ditch."
"Hahaha, what a poem, what a poem."
"On the seventh day of March, Pindao composed a quatrain on the Jialing River."
Ye Qiu's mouth twitched.
Can you show off your face by riding a horse?
This is not a quatrain, it is clearly a limerick!
"Little bastard, the poem Pindao wrote just now is pretty good. Please do me a favor. Later, you can find some disciples of Longmen to help Pindao carve this poem on the cliff by the river."
"Remember, you must engrave the characters bigger, so that when tourists pass by here in the future, they will know that this quatrain was written by Pindao."
"Of course, you can't let Pindao's name be passed down to future generations. You can carve another line of words next to it and say it was carved by Ye Qiu, the Lord of the Dragon Gate."
"OK?"
Damn you.
You old man, you can be shameless, but don't drag me along.
The limerick written by Master Changmei is so bad that if Ye Qiuzhen did what Master Changmei said, he would be laughed at by the world.
Gradually……
A cool breeze blows.
Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren stood on the deck, their clothes dancing in the wind.
Suddenly, Ye Qiu noticed something and suddenly raised his head to look at the sky.
Quietly open your eyes.
Suddenly, clouds of black mist appeared in Ye Qiu's sight.
Not only that, but thick black mist also appeared in the canyon ahead.
These black mist keep rising and rolling, like a imprisoned devil struggling desperately.
