Cao Ying and the old thief squatted together, watching Yang Xuan and Han Shitou talking.
"I still remember that when I first met Lang Jun, I felt that he was unwilling and regarded us as trouble. At that time, Lang Jun was like a stubborn young man." Cao Ying's eyes were filled with relief.
The old thief rolled his eyes, "Why trouble? Getting promoted and making a fortune is a man's ambition."
Cao Ying glanced at him and said with a half-smile, "Yes! Get promoted and make a fortune."
The old thief killed people, including people from the He family and people from the Chunyu family. How to make him go further and take rebellion as his duty?
Cao Ying coughed dryly, "Is tomb robbing fun?"
"Of course it's interesting." The old thief said with great interest: "We can only look up at how honorable those emperors and generals were before they were alive. After their death, they slept underground like us. The moment I opened their coffins, I knew that I was there.
What are you thinking about?"
"Get rich?"
"No!" The old thief took a deep breath, his face became more radiant and disdainful, "No matter how awesome you are in life, you will still be flattened and rounded in my hands after death."
"You..." Cao Ying squatted over, her eyes filled with shock.
The old thief was angry, "I don't have that hobby."
Cao Ying said: "People are humans, ghosts are ghosts, and humans and ghosts have different paths. By the way, I know there is a good tomb, and it is said that there is a luminous pearl in it."
"Night Pearl?" The old thief's eyes were as bright as night pearls, "Where are they?"
That day, the old thief went down the mountain, on the grounds that he was going to visit relatives.
"Does the old thief have any relatives?" Standing outside the camp, Yang Xuan looked at Zhou Ning who was busy inside and felt that this girl was really kind-hearted.
A kind-hearted woman must be protected by a strong man.
Cao Ying looked at...
"Old Cao, you look like a traitor now, no need to put on makeup." Yang Xuan had a headache.
"Lang Jun is wise." Cao Ying used to praise him, "Lang Jun, what do you think of this old thief? Is he useful?"
"This man is cunning and cunning. His ability to observe people's emotions is unparalleled. He is of great use."
"My lord is wise."
"Call me Langjun." Yang Xuan felt that Lao Cao would die sooner or later because of this mouth.
"Yes, I just said it smoothly." Cao Ying smiled and said: "The good thing about this person is that he is cunning, and the bad thing is that he is cunning. He is aware of our affairs, but he doesn't know why. Several times when we discussed things, I went out of his way to observe the old thief.
, he always stays far away, as if hearing a word is a disaster."
"What do you want to say?" Yang Xuan put his hands behind his hands, "Old Cao, it's not good to sell things off."
"Subordinates who show off to their leaders either like to show off or look down on their leaders." The green light flashed.
"Yes." Gentleman Cao stood with his hands tied, seemingly well-behaved, but there was a hint of a treacherous official in his eyes, "It's his blessing that Mr. Lang values him so much, but I'm worried that he won't have the life to enjoy it."
Yang Xuan heard the smell of some treacherous ministers preparing to use poisonous tactics, and wanted to ask, but as the lord, he could only give a reserved hint, "Fate?"
"Yes, yes!" Cao Ying stroked her beard, "The only way to change your destiny is to rob a tomb."
"Whose tomb?"
"Our enemy."
"Old Cao, your traitorous aura is getting stronger and stronger." Yang Xuan thought this was a good idea, no, it was a vicious trick, which made him think of submitting a petition.
"It's all my lord... Lang Jun said the petition last time. After I thought about it carefully, it was really a good idea. After all, Lang Jun is wise."
Yang Xuan stood there.
Ecstatic.
…
The old thief was currently wearing a pair of gray shabby clothes, with the sides slit to the crotch. This was standard common people's clothing.
He rode his horse all the way to the foot of a mountain.
Putting the horse in a valley, the old thief went into the mountain with a bamboo stick.
The mountain road is rugged and we occasionally meet woodcutter.
"Where are you going, old man?" The woodcutter was a little surprised when he saw that he dared to go into the mountain even though he was blind.
The old thief touched the ground with his bamboo stick and gasped: "I dreamed about the gods yesterday and said that I would have a chance if I went into the mountain today."
"Hey! It was said that there were dragons and phoenixes flying together in this mountain. Is there really a god?"
Dragon and phoenix flying together?
The old thief was secretly happy, thinking that it was indeed a geomantic treasure.
Thank you very much, Lao Cao.
Occasionally he took out his compass to check the direction, and the farther he went, the more remote he became.
In the evening, he stood in a valley, looking at a hill halfway up and smiling happily.
Check the compass carefully.
"This is it, mother, you still want to hide it?"
The old thief took out his tools and dug.
He kept digging until midnight before taking a nap.
In the early morning, he didn't light a fire, just ate two pieces of dry biscuits, and then continued digging.
Mud was piling up around it, and there were constant rustling sounds in a small cave.
"Damn, there are stone strips on the left and right, and there's just an opening in the middle. This is the work of a wealthy family. And it's still covered up..."
"By the way, if we don't cover it up and the news spreads that there is a noble's tomb here, those colleagues will probably swarm here."
The old thief found a spacious place and squatted down to take a sip of water.
He sat down subconsciously.
As soon as his butt touched the ground, the old thief squatted down.
"I can't sit down without being invited by the host. It's very dangerous."
The old thief wiped away his cold sweat, listened carefully to what was going on below, and felt it again.
"It's okay. It seems that the master doesn't mind me coming in."
Then he reached down through the opened robbery hole.
The coffin was so thick that the old thief could hardly lift the lid even with his advanced skills.
Open the lid, touch it, and there I go.
"Get rich."
There are no luminous pearls, but there are many jades.
The old thief put the jade into the bag, closed the coffin lid, and held it in front of the coffin.
"Master, my family is poor. I'm here to borrow some money today. If you don't agree, you can still make a noise."
The old thief's eyes rolled.
There was no movement for a while, then he handed over his hand and said, "Thank you very much. I'll visit you next time."
He dug out the cave and got some grass to cover the entrance.
Then he sat next to the small bag, opened the bag, took out the jade articles and dried them in the sun to get rid of the negative energy.
"What a nice jade pendant!"
The old thief's movements suddenly stopped.
He pointed the jade pendant towards the sun and looked up at the row of words...
"Chunyu...Chunyu..."
The old thief looked at the tomb and said in disbelief: "Is this the tomb of the head of the Chunyu family?"
"No way!"
The old thief rushed over like a madman, removed the covering weeds, and entered the thief's cave again.
This time he was familiar with the road and opened the coffin lid easily.
There is a book next to the skull in the coffin.
The old thief picked it up and turned to the first page.
By candlelight, he recited in a trembling voice: "Chun Yu's genealogy... our ancestors must not forget..."
His hand loosened and the family tree fell next to his skull.
The skull's mouth looks like it's smiling.
Grinning.
…
After Liang Jing and others arrived, Yang Xuan was fine.
He wandered around the mountains all day long, tinkering with iron ore.
"Hey! Where is Assistant Teacher Zhou?"
Yang Xuan sprained his foot.
"In the camp."
"Second brother, help me go."
Wang Laoer held the dried meat in one hand and easily lifted Yang Xuan up with the other.
"I'm a human being, not a cow. Where are you from?"
Wang Laoer's hand moved, "Oh."
Zhou Ning and a group of veteran doctors were discussing.
"Assistant Professor Zhou, Mr. Yang is looking for you."
Zhou Ning stood up and nodded, and all the old doctors stroked their beards and smiled.
"Go, go, young girls, you are so enviable!"
Zhou Ning followed the visitor outside the camp and saw Yang Xuan sitting on the ground with his hands holding his ankles.
"My feet are sprained."
Zhou Ning squatted in front of him and held his ankles with both hands.
"ah!"
After the tragic cry, Yang Xuan felt that his feet were much better.
"I'm afraid I can't walk anymore."
But Liang Jing and others decided to leave today.
"You go and recover first, I'll take care of you for two days."
Cao Ying watched Liang Jing and others go down the mountain and said: "I don't know how many people are happy and how many are sad in Chang'an City. If you don't go now, you will avoid the whirlpool."
"I can't avoid it." Yang Xuan held the grass root in his mouth and felt that this world was really weird. "More than two thousand people have eaten up their stomachs. It's so spectacular. Who can have such ability? It's absolutely impossible without an internal response."
"Those who dare to attack the Wang family are those families or the emperor." Cao Ying said sarcastically: "Dog bites dog."
"Lao Cao, at least the Wang family has some friendship with us." Yang Xuan felt that Lao Cao was a little distracted.
"yes."
"Cao Ying!" Someone was running and shouting. When he got closer, he realized it was an old thief... an old thief with disheveled hair, red eyes, and a furious rage.
"It's an old thief." Yang Xuan waved his hand, "You go and deal with it."
The good thing about being a leader is that you can leave troublesome matters to your subordinates.
Cao Ying and the old thief found a private place to settle their grudges. When they reappeared, Cao Ying's eye was bruised and one of the old thief's cheeks was swollen.
"I've met Mr. Lang." The old thief was more respectful.
"Do it well." Yang Xuan nodded.
Looking back, he asked Cao Ying, "Whose grave did you dig into?"
"The old thief has committed a murderous attack." Cao Ying touched the corners of her eyes and hissed, "The grave of the head of the Chunyu family."
"Whose?"
"Chun Yushan's grandfather."
Chun Yushan is the one who must retaliate. The ancestral tomb was stolen, and he was afraid that he would eat the tomb robber alive. When he knew that it was the old thief who had done it, Yang Xuan felt that the old thief could not escape Chun Yu's pursuit even if he ran to the sky.
kill.
"Lao Cao."
"Um."
"As a human being, you must be kind."
The old thief touched it and bowed respectfully, "May I ask Mr. Lang, what important matter are we doing?"
Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, and the old thief immediately bent down, allowing him to pat his shoulder smoothly.
"Our career... has a bright future."
On the fifth day, Yang Xuancai took his people back to Chang'an.
Outside the city gate, Wang's staff stood there with smiles. Seeing Yang Xuan's arrival, they raised their hands and said with a smile: "I have met Yang Shaofu, thank you very much this time. My husband has prepared a banquet and invited Yang Shaofu to come."
"
The Wang family is a whirlpool at this moment.
Yang Xuan said sincerely: "I just helped a little, I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it!"
The staff invited him several times, but Yang Xuan firmly refused.
Don't take credit.
Don't be grateful.
It is rare for young people to have such a big heart!
The staff couldn't help but secretly approve, but then they felt sad.
Officials from a family of four surnames in the imperial court suddenly launched an attack and impeached more than ten officials from the Wang family. The evidence was conclusive. There was still some way to deal with it, but this time Chang'an Tiegui and the Wang family had to take the blame very hard, so the emperor agreed.
This is punishment, and Wang can only swallow the bitter water.
"Get out of the way!"
Dozens of riders rushed out of Chang'an City.
"Hey! The leader seems to be Chun Yushan, the head of the Chunyu family."
Someone said in surprise: "He looked anxious, as if he had died as a grandfather."
