The breeze blew, the leaves rustled softly, and Ximen Lang's golden eyes were revealed in the gap, staring closely at the black figure running over, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Xue Wensheng, you are finally here, I have been waiting here for a long time!"
The black shadow is Xue Wensheng. After Ming Cui Lou escaped by chance, he came here quickly to take out the two treasures, the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan, and make plans in the future. However, he couldn't move faster than Ximen Lang's helicopter.
So much so that the other party has been waiting here for a long time and is ready to invite you into the urn.
In an instant, Xue Wensheng, carrying a pickaxe and a shovel on his shoulders, arrived near the old locust tree. He was quite alert and turned around to look around. He didn't find anything unusual, so he put the tools on the ground.
However, no matter how cunning the old fox is, he can't defeat a good hunter. Xue Wensheng never expected that there was a person hidden in the old locust tree that he least wanted to see.
The current Ximenlang is fully confident of controlling this guy, but this guy is thinking insidiously, Damn it, if I clean up the old beast now, I will have to dig out the treasures by myself later, and it will be a lot of effort, so why not let him
He dug things out and then...
A cunning smile appeared on Ximen Lang's face, and he stared at the old guy intently, his eyes filled with amusement.
Xue Wensheng was eager to retrieve the treasure. He bent down to grab the shovel and started digging it up, as if he had transformed into a hard-working migrant worker, full of energy...
Ximen Lang secretly laughed in his heart, "dig, dig hard, you old turtle, hurry up and work for me, hey, where can you find such hard-working workers, it doesn't cost a penny!"
The shovel kept swinging in Xue Wensheng's hand. After all, he was a man who had practiced kung fu and could dig holes very quickly. One person could be as powerful as ten strong men. After more than half an hour, he dug a big hole, nearly
One person deep, only his head was exposed. Then he took the pickaxe and dug down, dug for a while, and then dug for a while with the shovel...
Xue Wensheng kept working hard here, while Ximen Lang kept laughing on the tree, cursing in his heart, "You idiot, you are digging so hard!"
More than two hours later, at midnight, the big pit had been dug very deep. Suddenly, the shovel touched the hard object at the bottom of the pit. A look of joy flashed on Xue Wensheng's face. He hurriedly threw away the shovel and squatted on the ground to grab it with his hands.
He moved it twice to reveal the top of the iron box, and then grabbed all the soil around it with his hands. The foot-long iron box was held in his hands.
Xue Wensheng's old eyes showed an almost obsessed look, and he said to himself: "These two Huamen treasures are mine, and no one can take them away. Even if I die in the future, I will take them to the coffin...
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Holding these two treasures passed down from generation to generation of Huamen, Xue Wensheng jumped up and jumped out of the pit. Just as he was about to take off his backpack and put it in the iron box, suddenly, he felt numbness under his armpits.
Immediately unable to move.
Xue Wensheng never expected that no one else knew about him and his hidden trip, but he was suddenly attacked. His face was full of disbelief, and he shouted in horror: "Who...who plotted against me?"
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A figure flashed in front of him, with a wicked smile on his handsome face, and he said sarcastically: "Master Xue Clan, I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon?"
Xue Wensheng looked over and shouted in surprise as if he had seen a ghost: "It's you...why are you here...what are you doing here?"
Ximen Lang sneered and said, "Of course I came here to retrieve my things." He stared at the iron box in the other person's hand, and couldn't help showing a proud look on his handsome face, "What's in it is mine.
Something?"
Xue Wensheng said angrily: "Nonsense, this is mine... my personal belongings, why do you come here to rob them?"
Ximen Lang said disdainfully: "You are so shameless. You want to take other people's things as your own. It is extremely shameful. Don't even think about taking my things. It's time for them to return to their original owners."
He was just about to reach out and grab the box, but he remembered the iron box that contained the hidden arrow last time, and thought, wouldn't it be bad if there was something weird about this iron box. Thinking of this, his hand was hanging in the air.
move.
Xue Wensheng was cunning, and after observing his words, he immediately guessed what the young man was thinking, and hurriedly threatened him: "To tell you the truth, there are no Hualong Rings and Mountain and River Fans in this. They are just like the iron box last time.
If there is a hidden arrow, whoever opens the box will die without a burial place."
Ximen Lang cursed in his heart, Damn it, you think I am a three-year-old child, are you trying to scare me with this? He deliberately looked like he was in a dilemma and said, "Is it so serious?"
Xue Wensheng saw that he had frightened Ximen Lang with just a few words. He was secretly happy, brat, you are still young when you fight with me! He said with a serious face: "Of course, the consequences will be serious. If you don't want to be shot randomly,
If you want to ejaculate to pieces, don’t touch this iron box.”
Ximen Lang rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Really? Then I really have to be careful not to fall into the iron box's trap." He moved his steps, walked around behind Xue Wensheng, and blocked his head with the other person's head.
With no part of his body exposed, he stretched out his hand and intuitively touched the iron box.
Xue Wensheng asked angrily: "You...what are you doing? I told you that there are no treasures in the iron box, only hidden arrows. Aren't you afraid of being shot to death?"
Ximenlang smiled sinisterly and said: "I'm not afraid. Now I am hiding behind you. Even if I open the iron box and shoot hidden arrows, they will all hit you and turn you into a hedgehog. Nothing will happen to me."
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Xue Wensheng almost made him angry to death, and said angrily with a livid face: "You...you bastard, you will not die..."
"Hehe, thank you for cursing me. The more you curse me, the better my life will be. Now, let me see the hidden arrows in the iron box. It's best to shoot more, because they will all hit you anyway..." Ximen
As Lang spoke, he opened the iron box with both hands.
The iron box did not appear to be intimidating by Xue Wensheng. Under the weak moonlight, it was vaguely visible that there was a slender yellow silk bag placed inside, which looked noble and extraordinary.
Ximen Lang didn't feel anything unusual, so he stepped out from behind Xue Wensheng, sighed deliberately and said, "What a pity, not even a single hidden arrow was shot out. It's an advantage for you, old guy." What he saw was that the yellow silk bag was exactly the same thing.
The one who contained the Hualong Ring and the Mountain and River Fan was so excited that he hurriedly took out the bag, opened the string tied to the mouth of the bag, and poured out the contents.
The long-lost Hualong Ring and Mountain and River Fan appeared in Ximen Lang's hands. The dragon on the ring seemed to roar upwards to the sky. With a shake of his hand, the fan made of black iron shook open, and there were four big characters on it with flying dragons and phoenixes, "Great Rivers and Mountains!"
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Ximenlang laughed loudly, "You finally returned to your original owners!"