"You were so gentle yesterday, why have you changed today?"
Liu Shiba stared and muttered, he couldn't figure it out.
Damn it, this is a huge loss...
"snort!"
Shangguan Ya snorted proudly, turned around and ran to get an empty bowl, and gave Lao Cao a bowl of pork rib soup with a smile...
After finally getting rid of the fickle little goblin, Liu Shiba smiled bitterly and sat down next to Cao Xiong.
Looking at Cao Xiong who was drinking pork ribs soup, a glint flashed in Liu Shiba's eyes.
"Old Cao, how much do you know about Captain Mojin?"
A very sudden sentence made Cao Xiong pause for a moment while he was drinking soup, and a trace of memories came to his face...
After thinking for a long time, Cao Xiong turned his head and asked solemnly:
"Boy, have you decided?"
"Decide what?"
Liu Shiba asked rhetorically.
"Decided to take this path? This is a road of no return, and it is also a road to heaven."
Cao Xiong said calmly.
Liu Shiba's eyes flashed and he asked with a smile:
"What is the point of no return? What is the Avenue to Heaven? Since I am the only descendant of the Liu family, do I have a choice?"
Cao Xiong shook his head and said solemnly:
"No, you have no choice. You can either get ahead, or you can destroy your family and destroy your family."
"Is it so miserable to be Captain Jin? I have a small heart, so don't scare me."
Liu Shiba chuckled softly, he didn't care.
"Hmph! Who do you think you are to touch Colonel Jin? Don't bring discredit to your ancestors."
Cao Xiong curled his lips in disdain, picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup.
"I have inherited the tradition of the old Liu family, why doesn't it count? Old guy, don't fool me!"
Liu Shiba was a little angry!
I've taken in an old guy like you, and you're still hurting me?
Cao Xiong's white goatee trembled slightly, his old face twisted, and he glanced at Liu Shiba silently.
This glance shocked Liu Shiba, what a sharp gaze? How could this be the vision of an eighty-year-old man?
"Okay, then I will replace your grandfather who is not doing his job all day long and test you."
Cao Xiong put down the pork rib soup in his hand, turned to look at Liu Shiba and said.
"Come here and you still don't believe me. Can you ask me about the flowers?"
Liu Shiba smiled nonchalantly.
Cao Xiong thought for a moment and asked softly:
"The world is actually the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes are the courts, which are the current authorities.
In fact, there are countless eyes watching you all the time around you, in places you can't see.
If I think so, your grandfather Liu Shiliu should have told you that there are ten cultivators in the world, do you know which ones they are?"
Liu Shiba sneered and replied without thinking:
"The ten cultivators in the world are respectively fortune tellers, luck masters, Feng Shui masters, merit masters, scholars, grave robbers, fortune tellers, faith masters, officials, and martial arts masters."
Cao Xiong nodded slightly and asked again:
"It seems you are not stupid. As the saying goes, there are one fate, two lucks, three feng shui, four accumulations of merit and five readings; six thieves, seven phases, eight devotions to gods, nine friendships with nobles and ten health care. Then the old man wants to ask you, why are the other nine cultivations
Do they all give a wide berth to tomb robbers?"
Liu Shiba smiled confidently. If he really didn't know this before, he also understood a lot in the three days after his grandfather passed away.
"Because tomb robbers can cleverly steal the luck of their ancestors and graft that luck onto their own families, that's why they are tolerated by everyone."
Liu Shiba replied confidently.
Cao Xiong nodded, his eyes flashed and he changed the topic, his voice gradually became louder, and he asked sternly:
"Wrong answer!"
"Ah, wrong?"
Liu Shiba's eyes widened.
"Old thing, what's wrong?"
"Because, a true tomb robber steals not only their luck, but also their abilities."
Cao Xiong's eyes sparkled.
"What's the point?"
Liu Shiba was shocked and doubtful when he heard this.
"Yes, that's the skill. The fundamental reason why the other Nine Cultivators hate the Six Robbers is because the tomb robber is not only a tomb robber, he can also refine the skills of the other Nine Cultivators.
A tomb robber can be a fortune teller, a Feng Shui master, a physiognomist, or even a martial artist, a scholar or an official.
But on the other hand, the other Nine Cultivators cannot learn the skills of tomb robbers, because they need to be passed down, understand?"
Cao Xiong explained softly.
"Bullshit, old guy, are you fooling me again? In China nowadays, there are not enough people digging holes and robbing tombs everywhere?
Even a lame man who picks up dung can dig a few times, completely ignoring the things belonging to our ancestors...
And those scammers from Egypt, Mexico, and the United States who bring robots in and violently open up, aren't they also tomb robbers? I think anyone can do it."
Liu Shiba stared and retorted loudly.
"You can't teach a child, you little bastard, those scum? Are they worthy of being tomb robbers? Are they worthy of being captains who touch gold? Fart...
Do you really think that you can touch Colonel Jin with a broken shovel?
Bullshit, in our country, using shovels to destroy things is called tomb robbing when it is illegal, and archeology when it is legal. To put it bluntly, they are using violence to destroy the relics of our ancestors."
Cao Xiong's beard curled up and down, looking a little excited.
"Okay, okay, old guy, you win! I admit what you said makes sense, okay?"
Liu Shiba reluctantly admitted defeat.
It is undeniable that the old guy has a right path.
What kind of world do you think this is now?
A random mud-legged guy, carrying a hoe and shovel at home, would go out and dig around, and then sell it to those second-rate dealers at a jaw-droppingly low price.
These guys are also called the descendants of Captain Mojin?
A group of people who make a living by licking stamps actually say that they are gold-touching captains?
Seeing Liu Shiba admit defeat, Cao Xiong's face looked better, and he continued to show off triumphantly:
"Actually, your grandpa left in such a hurry that he may not have taught you many things."
"For example"
Liu Shiba said doubtfully.
"For example, did you know that each of the ten cultivators in the world is divided into nine levels? Take the gold-touching captain as an example. A true gold-touching captain must reach the ninth level to have perfect merit."
"Ninth grade? What do you mean?"
Liu Shiba's eyes widened. He had never heard of these secrets before.
"The meaning of the ninth rank is that when you reach a certain height, you can be called a captain of several ranks.
For example, if you learn to pick locks, not only modern locks, but even some ancient locks, then you are a first-class captain.
If you learn to read Feng Shui and divide gold points into certain acupoints, you will be a second-grade captain. If you also learn to study ancient and modern history and be proficient in human geography, then you will be a third-grade captain.
Then by analogy, when you reach the peak of the ninth rank, you will be a real golden captain.
For example, Cao Cao, the heroic leader of the Wei Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period, was a real gold captain. To put it bluntly, your ancestor was the one who carried Cao Cao's shoes."
Old man Cao Xiong shook his head and explained to Liu Shiba unhurriedly.
Listening to these things that he had never heard before, Liu Shiba not only felt novel, but also felt that a new window had opened to him...
It turns out that this is the captain who touched the gold?
Is it true that touching the gold captain is not just tomb robbing?
He can even walk into the court, assume the position of a supreme minister, control the life and death of others and have supreme authority?
Liu Shiba stood up slowly, opened the window and looked at the white clouds in the distance, his expression became even duller, he looked back at Cao Xiong and said lightly:
"This is the path I want to take from now on, isn't it?"
