Feng Er and Feng Qing are different. Feng Qing is a person who likes to figure out everything, while Feng Er is more temperamental. After listening to Feng Yu's story, Feng Er murmured to himself.
"The Gulan Demon King is really a rare thing. You are lucky enough to come back this time because of the blessings of your ancestors. But my second uncle Li Blind has heard of it before. He is a man who loves corpses as much as his own life. In the western Hunan area, in those few years
, Blind Li has carried countless corpses, made a lot of money, and gained a lot of fame."
Feng Er lit a cigarette and continued: "Pan Cao, that's a ruthless character. You may only know one of them. I'm afraid you will never be able to imagine what he did back then."
Feng Yu stared at his second uncle, what could Pan Cao do?
"Pan Cao back then was just a child who was about to starve to death on the roadside. He had no relatives or friends. It was the Tongzhi Year, and the country was peaceful and prosperous in the capital. Basically, people fleeing from abroad flocked to the capital.
If you make a living, you can survive."
"Speaking of which, Pan Cao is lucky. From ancient times to the present, in the eyes of the world, people like us who engage in tomb robbing and repairing mausoleums have always been scoundrels who will be cut into pieces with a thousand knives. Their reputation will not be much better. Courtiers
The emperor, scholars, farmers, industry and merchants, three hundred and sixty lines from top to bottom, ranging from stealing the country to stealing wealth, each line has its own way. If there is a way, don't steal, if you are a very serious thief, there is a way for stealing, and you can't deviate from the way. Selected
Pan Cao is a very famous thief named San Dao, so named because he has three daggers on his waist."
"Three swords?" Feng Yu was confused for a moment. If this person was very famous, why hadn't he heard of him at all?
"Sandao is a relatively public person, and his reputation rises and falls quickly. At first, he took Xiling as his teacher, and he visited many secret tombs. There are many thrilling stories, and the technique of Xiling has been passed down to this day.
Lost, things in the world rise and fall, this sect began in the Han Dynasty, flourished in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and declined in the Ming and Qing Dynasties."
Feng Yu still didn't know what Feng Er meant by his words, "Second uncle, what exactly are you going to say?"
Feng Yu glanced at Feng Yu, "Why are you so anxious, you brat? You can't say this slowly."
Feng Yu showed a sad face. He had just entered Feng's house. He couldn't wait until he had a rest before talking about anything. Feng Er had such a temper.
Feng Yu poured himself a glass of water. Feng Er saw that Feng Yu was a little noisy and went straight to the topic.
"It is said that Sandao is a capable man. He has stolen countless treasures and tombs. His knowledge is extraordinary, and his life experience is even more bizarre. He stole ancient tombs, destroyed corpses, and searched for treasures. He did everything. But this man died.
It was extremely bizarre. His farmhouse was twenty miles away from the eastern suburbs of Beijing. The scenery there was very beautiful and there were very few people there. But because of this, more than ten members of Sandao's family all died in a fire.
."
When Feng Yu heard this, he couldn't help but wonder, "There was a fire? Could it be those three people?"
Dao has done many evil things in his life, so he was retaliated by God? Let his whole family be burned to death?"
Feng Er blew out the cigarette, picked up the teapot, rinsed his mouth, spit the mouthwash into the spittoon, and turned around to talk to Feng Yu.
"Although Sandao is a thief, he is a righteous thief. He is good at charity and has helped many poor people who fled. God has no reason for such a person to suffer retribution. Then who will dare to do good deeds in the future?"
"Then why there was a sudden fire and a whole family died?" Feng Yu asked, and suddenly thought of something again, and said: "Second uncle, didn't you say it was Pan Cao adopted by San Dao? San Dao and his whole family died.
In the fire, what happened to Pan Cao?"
Feng Er frowned slightly, "You're not stupid. Yes, Pan Cao is the only survivor. He was uninjured. His own statement is that the fire started in the middle of the night. When he found out, everyone was already alive."
It was too late. Pan Cao went to call his master San Dao, who was already dying. San Dao asked Pan Cao to leave the sea of fire and escape for his own life. Pan Cao quickly ran to the nearest village to call for help. When people arrived, it was too late. "
There was a bit of contempt in the words on the front cover, which seemed to express doubts about the authenticity of this matter.
"Second uncle, judging from your tone, is there something wrong with this plate?"
Feng Er said with a serious smile, "This is what Pan Cao said to outsiders. There is another version in the world. It is said that there was a conflict between Pan Cao and San Dao. Pan Cao accidentally killed his master, and then killed San Dao and ten others.
The remaining people.”
Feng Yu was very surprised, "Damn it, second uncle, you can't say this nonsense. Although it's nothing to slander and slander, how can he do such a thing as deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors?"
Feng Er snorted coldly, "So I say, Pan Cao is not a good guy, he is a ruthless character. You have to be wary of this person, and that blind man Li. In short, you'd better not get involved in their affairs."
live."
Feng Yu nodded, "Let me tell you, Second Uncle, who did you hear this from?"
"Your second uncle, I have been around longer than you. These things are not difficult to find out in the public. That night when the fire broke out in San Dao Mansion, passers-by happened to pass by that place. In the quiet night, seven or eight gunshots were heard.
Xiang, who do you think those three swords are? Unless he uses a gun or the person he trusts most can kill him, otherwise, with the ability of three swords, can he really die in the fire? "
Feng Er paused and then said: "Of course, there is also an unreliable theory, which is that Pan Cao had an affair with Sandao's concubine at night. After Sandao discovered it on the spot, he became determined to kill her and silence her.
This incident only happened, and then Pan Cao used a big fire to cover up the crime."
Feng Yu was startled. It was as if he was listening to a book. Even a storyteller would not dare to speak like this.
"Second uncle, I didn't expect you to be such a gossip? Is this really such a thing?"
"It's not gossip. It's groundless. Second uncle, I spent a long time to tell you these gossips. You have to be careful about Pan Cao."
Feng Yu replied seriously, "Second uncle, I know what Pan Cao is like."
After coming from the Chiayi Auction House, Feng Yu knew that Pan Cao was not simple. Now coupled with this experience, it was even more unfathomable. Pan Cao also had two dragon language pictures in his hand. After all, he was acting as a
What kind of role Feng Yu will play is still unknown.
But he is the main figure in the tomb robbing activities in Heishui Mountain, so he must be the key.
"You brat, don't let your second uncle worry about you anymore in the future. Your second uncle is no longer what he used to be. You'd better stop worrying about the mess in the Feng family before. My second uncle hopes that you can live a more comfortable life."
Feng Er stood up, looked out the window and said: "In life, every move is often beyond your control. Fortune, misfortune, and safety are determined by God. How can you be free in joys and sorrows?"
Feng Yu was speechless for a moment. Watching his second uncle leave, he felt all kinds of emotions in his heart. He glanced at the blue mark on his left arm. In life, the joys and sorrows of life are indeed beyond his control.
After Feng Yu came back, he stayed at home for two days and chatted with several aunts. Most of them talked about Zhang Manyue. It could be seen that the aunts were very concerned about the illegitimate daughter of their father who was away from home.
of.
Speaking of Zhang Manyue, there has been no news about this person for a long time. I wonder what happened to her when she went to the Northeast with her bones.
What the aunts talked to Feng Yu the most was when dad would come back. Feng Yu thought to himself, if you ask me, who should I ask?
Wang Shuxiu is still as virtuous as ever. Feng Yu sometimes feels that he is very sorry for her and doesn't know what kind of state of mind he should use to get along with her. More often than not, he feels ashamed.
During the rest of the time, Feng Yu was in the study, looking through the ancient books of the Feng family, and looking through the records left by the ancestors in the Feng family ancestral hall, trying to find some clues about the inability to convert elixirs into the tombs of the Han kings in Western Hunan.
Wang Shuxiu was Feng Yu's pillow. Wang Shuxiu saw the blue mark on Feng Yu's left arm. She was careful and found that it was a sign of poisoning, so she asked Feng Yu.
"Was your arm poisoned? What kind of poison was it?"
Feng Yu pretended to be nonchalant. In order not to worry her, he replied: "It's nothing. I accidentally got bitten by an insect. You don't have to worry."
Wang Shuxiu was very smart. Seeing Feng Yu flipping through the books, he guessed and asked, "Are you looking for information in the book? What are you looking for? Let me help you."
Feng Yu wanted to refuse when he saw this, but if he said this, Wang Shuxiu would probably be even more worried, "Then if you have time, help me take a look and see if you can find some records about the tombs of the Han kings in Western Hunan."
"The Tomb of the Han Dynasty in Western Hunan?" Wang Shuxiu repeated, then nodded again.
