Go crazy!You call me the ultimate?

When everyone came to the foot of the mountain, it was already evening.

Looking at the deep pool up close, it is much bigger than imagined, a pool of clear water, bottomless.

More than a dozen waterfalls flew down and poured into the deep pool, and the splashed water vapor made the surrounding temperature drop.

Everyone found a dry place to camp on the shore, and lit a bonfire to cook.

As night fell, apart from the sound of rumbling water, only the sound of people talking remained.

Er Yuehong asked while eating.

"Mr. Ji, are you really sure that the underground palace is under the water?"

The black-backed sixth child also said curiously.

"Building an underground palace under water, what a huge amount of work this is!"

Ji Changsheng pointed to the surrounding mountains and explained the principles of Feng Shui.

According to the feng shui direction, this deep pool is the eye of the water dragon's dizziness, unless King Xian doesn't abide by the feng shui rules, he will never be wrong.

As for how to build the underwater underground palace, according to his speculation, it is indeed a huge project.

First of all, it is necessary to cut off the upstream waterfall, and then dig a few artificial rivers and canals to drain the water in the deep pool until the water in the pool is completely dry, and then carry out construction at the bottom of the pool.

As he spoke, he pointed to the surrounding rivers.

"Half of these rivers are natural and half are man-made."

"A total of nine rivers form a nine-curved dragon shape, which is also part of the Feng Shui circle."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help sighing.

In ancient times when productivity was backward, such a huge project could only be built with the use of hundreds of thousands of labor.

Although the Emperor Xian is only a small local government, the grandeur of the mausoleum is no less than that of the emperors of the Central Plains!

The fat man smacked his lips and said.

"It seems that King Xian didn't do anything in his life, and all his energy and financial resources were used to build his own tomb."

"Since this grandson wants to become a fairy after death, he probably won't leave any property to future generations. There must be a mountain of treasures in this underground palace!"

When Shirley Yang heard this, she couldn't help thinking of her father, and said immediately.

"Father's office has a lot of information about King Xian. King Xian exhausted the country's power in order to build the tomb."

"This local government only existed for a few short decades, and it quickly dissipated after the death of King Xian."

"I don't know if he can become a fairy, but it's a way to bring disaster to the people by wasting wealth and harming the people."

Fatty immediately stated that he wanted to seek justice for the ancient working people, and take back the people's fat and people's anointing that King Xian had plucked, and use the remaining heat to benefit the people.

Xiao Wu spat in disdain.

"It's for your benefit."

The fat man immediately started arguing with her, the little girl was not afraid of him, the two chatted and laughed, and it was lively.

In the middle of the night, everyone else fell asleep, leaving only Ji Changsheng, brother, and Hu Bayi in charge of the night watch.

Ji Changsheng and Hu Bayi were discussing Feng Shui, and by the way, talking nonsense, while the younger brother quietly acted as an audience.

Just as Hu Bayi was talking, Er Yuehong came out of the tent.

Er Yuehong looked at Hu Bayi and the younger brother, and said.

"You two have had a hard day, go and rest, I'll change shifts."

Hu Bayi said immediately.

"Old man, we are young people, we can hold on."

"You are over 100 years old, you should go back to sleep."

The younger brother tugged at him, and walked away without saying a word.

Only then did Hu Bayi understand that Er Yuehong actually had something to say to Ji Changsheng alone, so she avoided it obediently.

After waiting for the two of them, Er Yuehong opened her mouth to speak.

"Mr. Ji, can you come with me?"

Ji Changsheng didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

The two left the camp and walked several hundred meters before stopping.

"Second Master, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Looking at the deep pool in the distance, Er Yuehong said slowly with a complicated expression.

"Mr. Ji, I have been in Zhelong Mountain for 62 years. At first, I just wanted to find a quiet place to retire, and I ended up living here."

"When I came here, I was attracted by the unique Fengshui situation of Zhelong Mountain. I thought it would be good to be buried here after death, so I stayed."

"Until I learned the secret of King Xian and Muchen Bead, everything changed!"

Ji Changsheng knew what he was going to say and asked directly.

"You want to tell me Muchen Bead's real secret?"

Er Yuehong nodded.

"Yes, I can only tell you this secret."

"Because I think only you will believe my words!"

Ji Changsheng's expression changed. It seemed that Er Yuehong's experience must be very bizarre, and no one would believe it if he told it.

"Speak, I am all ears."

Only then did Er Yuehong speak slowly.

When he settled down in Zhelong Mountain, he didn't know that the tomb of King Xian was here at first.

Er Yuehong was only interested in the tombs of famous military generals and martial arts masters in history, so she didn't pay much attention to the tomb of the king.

But there are legends about offering the king's tomb in the rivers and lakes, which attracts groups of masters who come to Zhelong Mountain.

Er Yuehong didn't pay much attention at first, but saw that after these people entered the worm valley, none of them came back alive.

Until later, a master of the Southern School recognized his identity and wanted to ask him to help, and told a shocking secret about Muchen Zhu and Xian Wang!
It turns out that Muchen Bead has a much longer history than King Xian. It appeared as early as 3000 years ago. It is a rare treasure that has been passed down from an ancient country in the Western Regions to the Central Plains. Offer the hand of the king.

It is said that if you put this bead in the tomb, you can turn the corpse into a fairy!
Although this legend is illusory, it moved Er Yuehong's heart.

He didn't want to make himself a fairy, but wanted the girl to be resurrected!

Having said this, Er Yuehong couldn't help but blushed and said with emotion.

"At that time, I was still immersed in the grief of Zhuo Jing's death, and even thought of accompanying her to the next level."

"When I learned that Muchen Bead has a function, I became greedy and wanted to keep it for myself."

Ji Changsheng nodded.

"Second Master is a person who values ​​affection and righteousness. This is human nature, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Er Yuehong nodded gratefully.

"Thank you for your understanding."

"Later, I entered the Worm Valley many times, trying to find the King Xian's Tomb, no less than [-] times in total."

"But all of them fell short. At most, they only found the edge of this deep pool, but they couldn't go any deeper."

Ji Changsheng couldn't help being surprised.

"You actually found this place? Then why didn't you go to the tomb?"

Er Yuehong shook her head solemnly.

"After I found this place, I tried a dozen times before and after, but I still couldn't succeed."

"This method of presenting the king is more powerful than I imagined!"

"He designed a mechanism in the deep pool. I have exhausted all my life's knowledge, and I can't get into that underground palace at all!"

He is a top expert of the Southern School, but he has been unable to get in after spending decades here, which made Ji Changsheng realize that things are not easy.

However, Er Yuehong immediately changed the topic.

"But I think Mr. Ji may be able to do it!"