Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty The Conspiracy of the Wise
All the way out of the Tomb of the King of Han, Feng Yu and the others were already frightened. When they saw the slightest disturbance, their spirits would become tense.
Bai Manman made a gesture to several people not to move, and everyone immediately fell silent. Through the deep trees, the voice on the other end gradually became clearer.
Someone was talking, speaking in a Beijing accent, which sounded particularly slick.
"Master Jin, Master Jin, I say it has to be Master Jin. You are one or two of the best in Xiangxi. I don't trust anyone except you in this place. There are tigers in Shiziling Ridge for hundreds of miles, and there is no Master Jin."
Land you can't steal."
Although the voice of these words was reduced a lot after several layers, Feng Yu and the others still listened carefully. The words he said were exactly the same as what Zhang Xiuxian said. Without even thinking about it, he knew that it was his uncle Lu Guangcheng's voice.
Zhang Xiuxian stood up immediately. After listening to a few more words with his ears straightened, the smile on his lips could no longer hold back. He shouted at the other end: "Hey, uncle, is that you? I'm Xiuxian."
The voice on the other end paused and immediately replied: "Damn it, Xiuxian, where are you? Where are you?"
The trees in the dense forest are so thick that you can only hear their voices but not see them from a distance.
"Uncle, I'm here, how did you get out? Why are you here?"
Zhang Xiuxian began to move towards the sound. Bai Manman breathed a sigh of relief. Feng Yu also sighed when he saw this. The flood almost washed away the Dragon King Temple, but this place is really weird. The branches are all so fucking long.
, pull one hair and move the whole body. If you step on one piece under your feet, the upper part will be linked.
As soon as a few people moved, the leaves of the paper rattled, and Lu Guangcheng's voice on the other end became blurred. After Zhang Xiuxian couldn't hear clearly, he asked the other person again.
"What are you talking about? I can't hear you uncle."
Lu Guangcheng repeated it again, mumbling and still couldn't understand.
"Don't be anxious, uncle, please speak slowly."
The two people were looking at each other back and forth, and Feng Yu cursed: "You can't fucking go over there and talk about it. Your uncle is shouting something else before I turn around. It's not worth the loss."
Zhang Xiuxian glanced at Feng Yu, thought it made sense, and immediately shut up.
Yunyang joined in from behind and heard Lu Guangcheng say that Lord Jin, apart from Jin Yulong, there should be no one else. It was completely unexpected to meet him in this place.
As he got closer, Lu Guangcheng's voice became much clearer.
He was talking about some random things, but at this juncture, he was still sitting in the woods talking about mountains and rivers. It was really heartwarming.
Lu Guangcheng was quoting scriptures, talking about the team of tomb robbers on Shiziling, killing people and stealing goods.
Speaking of rules, the area in western Hunan used to be very chaotic. Bandits were in chaos. Deserters scattered and became bandits here. Bandits and bandits dug graves and did all kinds of unscrupulous things.
The group of thieves were impetuous, and none of them were fuel-efficient lamps. They found the tombs of the Han kings in Guangjun on Shiziling, dug and chiseled them all, and stole into a royal tomb. There were many tombs in the tombs of the Han kings.
They stole one of the tombs of the Han king in Guangjun.
The thieves in this group all come from wild backgrounds, mostly gangsters and deserters, with no education or knowledge. They just grab whatever they see. They have gunmen on their waists and sharp knives. Whoever has quick hands will get the things.
When the thieves entered the tomb, a group of people rushed up to open the coffin and unveil the body.
However, some of them were tempted to steal the treasures in the tomb for themselves, so they poisoned them all, opened the coffin to retrieve the treasures, and flew away.
On the surface, Lu Guangcheng's story was quoting scriptures, but in fact, it was implying something. Feng Yu and the others understood clearly through several layers of trees that these words were probably meant for Jin Yulong. He was criticizing the mulberry trees and the locust trees, saying that they should not engage in the business of crossing rivers and demolishing bridges.
In the end, whether it is the old or the old, always leaving a way out for yourself is the decision of a wise man.
Feng Yu and the others walked out. Lu Guangcheng stood aside and waited. Sitting next to them were Jin Yulong and Cheng Bing. The two of them seemed very tired. Only Lu Guangcheng was full of energy. After meeting his nephew, he couldn't hold back his old age for a while.
Tears burst into tears.
"Xiu Xian, I finally got to see you. Uncle, I thought I would never see you again."
"Uncle, I thought I would never see you again."
Feng Yu stood on the side. These two people really acted well in and out of the play. Looking at Jin Yulong and Jin Yunyang next to them, they were not only uncles and nephews, but nothing like these two people.
Jin Yulong looked at Yunyang from afar, with an indescribable taste in his eyes. He seemed to be worried about Yunyang going back to find Feng Yu. In Jin Yulong's eyes, Guanshan Fengjia and Xiling
The grudge against the Yimen has been long-standing, and he couldn't bear the thought of a Xiling man going into danger to save the Guanshan Yimen.
Yunyang's eyes were full of timidity. She wanted to ask Jin Yulong if he was injured or anything, but she didn't dare to speak and could only watch from a distance.
Feng Yu didn't want to watch the family drama between Zhang Xiuxian and Lu Guangcheng anymore. He found a place to sit down and changed out his wet clothes. He hadn't rested for a long time. As soon as Feng Yu sat down, he felt that all the muscles in his body were relaxed.
When he came down, his whole body went from tense to a relaxed state.
Feng Yu was very curious about how Jin Yulong and the others met Lu Guangcheng, so he asked: "Uncle Jin, how did you and Brother Cheng meet Uncle Lu? We should have gone in different directions."
Jin Yulong
He glanced at Feng Yu with an indifferent expression. After this trip, Jin Yulong, who had no good impression of mountain viewing, actually felt a bit more resentful. He snorted and said a few simple words.
"Nothing is different."
When Lu Guangcheng heard this, he came over. He remembered his experience in the tomb of the King of Han and had to talk about it.
"My eldest nephew, it's not you, Uncle Lu, I'm bragging about. If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't have believed that such a strange thing could happen in this world."
Feng Yu glanced at Bai Manman. She was sitting a few meters away and resting. She kept staring at the dense forest, as if she had something on her mind. She was not very interested in Lu Guangcheng's experience and was sitting there minding her own business.
Lu Guangcheng was in a good mood and looked forward and backward. He pulled Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian to talk about the things in the tomb of the Han Dynasty. It was difficult to refuse the warm hospitality.
Feng Yu actually didn't have much interest in listening. He was more concerned about how to get out the next way, and what Bai Manman knew that he didn't know.
"I said, eldest nephew, your uncle and I really asked our ancestors to protect us this time. The tomb of King Ya'er of Han Dynasty was extremely strange. When our uncle and nephew were in the tomb passage, I felt a gust of wind, as if
There is something following behind."
Zhang Xiuxian recalled, "I don't feel it at all. Are you too cautious?"
"You brat, are you saying that your uncle and I are talking nonsense?"
As Lu Guangcheng said this, he raised his hand to strike. It seemed that this was not a big deal.
Zhang Xiuxian stopped interrupting and listened to Lu Guangcheng continue.
"I was sitting next to the wall at that time, and suddenly I saw a shadow in front of me moving. At first I thought it was because I was blinded, so I shined a flashlight for a long time. It was too dark in front of me and I couldn't see anything clearly. That thing was a little bit...
It looked like a silhouette. I thought it was Brother Jin and the others. I thought they parted ways after entering the tomb of King Han. It must be fate that we met. So I walked forward, calling Brother Jin’s name as I walked.
But when I got closer, I was almost scared to pieces. You haven’t seen it, but that thing is something I will never forget.”
Lu Guangcheng made a fool of himself and was as exciting as ever. When he went to Feng's house several times, Lu Guangcheng would always pause deliberately when he got to the key points.
Lu Guangcheng took out a cigarette. Because it was too moist, it took him a long time to light it. Feng Yu thought for a while that he was doing this on purpose.
After lighting up the cigarette, Lu Guangcheng took a deep puff, then puffed out the smoke and opened his mouth with a happy expression.
Feng Yu cursed in his heart, after all, he had been on the road for many years, and Lu Guangcheng's methods were much more sophisticated.
He slowly said that even Bai Manman and Jin Yulong couldn't help but turn their heads to look at this item.
