Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Among the four disciples of Master Zhang San.

Except for Elder Lechen and Tiemotou, everyone was a famous master in the martial arts world before entering the sect, with extraordinary skills and reaching the highest level of perfection.

Jin Suanpan was born into a merchant family, while Yin Yang Eyes was the son of a poor aristocratic family.

After adopting Yang Fang in Fangjiashan.

Jin Suanpan felt that although he was proficient in the Five Elements and Feng Shui, he was still one step away from being able to travel the world without any martial arts skills.

He was worried that his disciples would follow in his footsteps.

Therefore, they specially invited many masters from the martial arts world to teach Yang Fang martial arts since he was a child.

The Master Meng he mentioned was one of them.

His real name is Meng Huaiyi.

He started practicing martial arts at a young age and is the successor of Da Hong Quan.

Although Dahongquan belongs to the category of Hungquan, the only similarity between the two is the name, but the actual methods are very different.

It is a close combat boxing style that combines internal and external martial arts.

Da Hong Quan uses Qi to control strength, has a six-step stance, innate pure Yang, and acquired seventy-two Yin, and uses the whole body. It is also known as the Three Shakes.

One shake is Wuji stillness, two shakes are Tai Chi movement, three shakes are mixed Qi.

Water and fire are in harmony, and energy is stored in the Dantian.

In addition, Dahong Quan is also called Liubujia, which is based on the horse stance, with more attacking techniques like collapsing cannons and more defending techniques like cutting shoulders. It starts with horizontal force, turns the body aside and buries the shoulders, and uses a combination of virtual and real elements. It changes endlessly, combining offense and defense, and integrating attack and strike into one.

This Da Hong Quan is somewhat similar to the Qixing Henglian Zhen Qigong.

When you move, your whole body moves as well. You twist your waist and shake your arms. There is a fist within your fist. You attack according to the enemy's situation and adapt to the situation.

It pays attention to the five shapes of chicken, phoenix, snake, tiger and crane, combines the five forces of great success, small defeat and great defeat, studies the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, combines the five punches of splitting, collapsing, drilling, cannon and horizontal, the principles of yin and yang, the power of Tai Chi, all run through in one breath, combining hardness and softness.

It is said that Dahongquan was created by Hongxian, a shepherd in the late Sui Dynasty.

I saw two rams fighting each other, going back and forth and not stopping for a long time.

From this I learned the Qigong boxing method of 'inflating the belly, stirring the qi, and moving forward and sideways'.

Because of Hong Tonghong.

Da Hong Quan is actually Da Hong Quan.

In the beginning, Dahongquan had no specific boxing techniques, boxing routines or boxing postures. It was done at will and purely naturally. It was not until the Tang Dynasty that Liu Banxiang practiced this boxing and divided it into six steps, which was the origin of the six-step frame.

By the Song, Yuan and Ming dynasties, the Six-Step Frame had become widely spread in the Yellow River and Huai River basins.

Today, Dahongquan has developed into many schools. In addition to the six-step frame, there are also two-step frame, eight-step frame, small three-step frame and large three-step frame.

Meng Huaiyi practiced the authentic six-step stance.

He is a very famous person in the martial arts world along the Yellow River.

He has settled in Yang County for many years, opened a school to teach students, and has many students all over the world.

But now that he is old, the martial arts school has long been handed over to his sons, and he has lived in seclusion behind the scenes, practicing boxing, fishing, or drinking wine and tea with a few old friends every day.

"Da Hong Quan, I have heard of it."

"When I passed through Luoyang, I saw people practicing this boxing in the streets."

Listening to Yang Fang talking about the origins of Master Meng.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but nodded.

When he was young, he followed the previous generation of mountain-moving Taoist priests, traveling all over the country, and what he saw and heard was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

If we say that Chen Yulou is well-read, he has traveled thousands of miles.

"Yes, there were dozens of us brothers and sisters back then."

"Master Meng is very famous in this area, otherwise my master wouldn't have sent me to his martial arts school."

Hear the words.

Yang Fang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt quite recognized.

Although he was famous for his light body kung fu, he was also good at boxing and kicking. During the years he went down the mountain and traveled around the world, he looked for people to learn from and visit masters. He wouldn't say he had never been defeated, but basically he won more than he lost.

Only when I was in Chenjiazhuang.

He was crushed by Kunlun throughout the whole process.

It was after that time that he, who had always been unwilling to give in, made up his mind to stay. In the end, he got his wish and followed Kunlun to learn horizontal training.

It’s not because of admiration.

But I want to know what the difference is between the two?

A group of people were talking.

Enter slowly from the city gate.

Yang County is not very big, it is just a small town, but because it is close to the Yellow River, shipping has been developed since ancient times.

There are six or seven docks in the entire city.

There are countless large and small ferries.

Live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the water, eat by the water.

The lowest class of people fish, ferry people across rivers, load and unload goods at the docks, and do hard labor to support their families. Those who have a little bit of connections can work as boatmen transporting goods. Although the money they earn is hard-earned, it is much better than doing hard labor after a trip.

Going further up, they operated hotels and restaurants by taking advantage of the coming and going of ships.

Of course the richest ones.

Or it can be used as a water transport route.

All passing ships and docking ports have to pay them a fee.

A group of people rode their horses through the ancient city.

The road was bustling with people, and it was indeed much more prosperous than the small towns we had passed before.

but.

Because I want to visit Master Meng.

They did not linger for long.

Just when passing by an archway, Chen Yulou went in specially to pick out a jade Pixiu handle. It was not expensive, but it was perfect as a gift for the first visit.

Yang Fang has a carefree personality.

I still don't care.

But Chen Yulou had been in the world for many years and knew the ways of the world well. It would be bad for him to come back empty-handed after visiting someone so rashly.

Ask the store to pack it carefully.

The group then continued on their journey.

Shuttle back and forth in the streets and alleys.

It didn't take much effort.

They stopped outside a courtyard building.

There is a front yard and a back building, surrounded by high walls on all sides. It is a wealthy family. Looking over the walls, you can see ancient trees, rockery, pavilions and towers.

Outside the door, one on the left and one on the right, stand two bluestone lions.

You can tell at first glance that this is not an ordinary family.

Yang Fang jumped off the horse and quickly walked forward to knock on the door. Soon, a figure appeared from behind the door. He looked to be in his fifties and seemed to be a servant or a housekeeper.

"Uncle Lin, it's me, Yang Fang. Master Meng is at home."

"I brought some friends to visit him."

Yang Fang looked at the old man with a smile and introduced himself.

"Oh...it's you, kid. I remember now."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and seemed to have just reconciled the handsome young man in his twenties in front of him with the naughty little boy in his memory.

"Yes, yes, the master is drinking tea in the backyard."

He opened the gate and invited everyone in.

Walking through the front yard, there are rockery, flowing water, and ancient trees, creating a tranquil atmosphere. It is a rare Su-style garden in the north, and even in Chen Yulou's opinion, it is considered quite good.

Wait until you enter the backyard.

A few people saw from afar, in a pavilion next to the ancient tree.

Green smoke curls up.

An old man in his sixties, wearing a gown, was standing by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at them with a smile.

"Master Meng!"

When he saw others, Yang Fang immediately smiled and spoke loudly.

"How come you have time to come to my place, old man?"

Through the window.

Meng Huaiyi first nodded to Chen Yulou and the others as a greeting, then he looked at Yang Fangdao with a smile.

He has accepted many apprentices over the years.

But the only one he could regard as his disciple was the boy in front of him.

Although it was the old man Jin Suanpan who gave him the skills in the beginning, Yang Fang's physique and talent were unique in his life, and he could basically learn the moves taught to him right away.

Therefore, for a period of time, he even thought about passing on the inheritance of the Six-Step Stance to Yang Fang.

It’s a pity that this kid is not the kind of person who is content with the status quo.

All he wanted was to make his way in the world.

In just a few years, after learning all six steps, he packed up and left.

After that, it is said that he studied with several other old guys for a few more years.

Later on, they simply took a boat south.

It's been a while since I last saw him.

Goodbye now.

The smile on his face couldn't be concealed at all.

"Master Meng, what you said is true. Yang Fang missed you and came to see you specially."

"If someone else said this, I would believe it, but you..."

Meng Huaiyi smiled and spread his hands, "I'm afraid I don't even believe it."

"How could that be?"

Yang Fang grinned.

Just make it up.

Then he turned around and invited everyone to go upstairs.

Over the stairs.

I saw that the small building had two floors, and bamboo curtains were hung on all four sides of the house.

Surrounded by ancient pines and strong bamboos, the building also has several pots of flowers and plants carefully tended.

In the twelfth lunar month, the scenery is full of greenery, which is really rare.

There was golden charcoal burning in the house, and it was warm.

There was no trace of the cold outside.

Water was boiling in the copper stove nearby.

It was as if he had anticipated the arrival of guests and had specially prepared tea to wait for them.

Yang Fang briefly introduced the next few people to him.

Chen Yulou took out the jade seal and handed it over at the right time.

"Master Meng, this is my first visit and I don't know what you like, so please don't be offended."

"This... is too expensive."

Meng Huaiyi had been in the city for many years, and he knew at a glance that it was something from Linglongzhai. Moreover, scholars were fond of seals, while martial artists valued Pixiu.

A piece of ornament, perfect to hold at hand and play with.

Just this gift.

He knew that Mr. Chen in front of him had put a lot of thought into this.

Looking at his temperament and demeanor, he is handsome and extraordinary, and his behavior and speech are clear and he is not an ordinary person.

"No, I came in a hurry, otherwise Chen should have carefully selected a few gifts."

"Mr. Chen, you're welcome."

After handing the gift to the butler, Meng Huaiyi asked everyone to sit down.

He personally made tea for the group.

After chatting briefly and seeing that the atmosphere was harmonious, Yang Fang took the opportunity to ask about the purpose of the trip.

"Your master?"

When Meng Huaiyi heard him asking about the whereabouts of the golden abacus, he was stunned.

To be honest, he hasn't seen anyone for some years.

Seeing his reaction, Yang Fang's heart skipped a beat and he almost sank to the bottom.

Master Jin Suanpan knows many people in Yang County.

Everyone in the gang will give him some face.

But there are only a few people who can truly be called friends, and Master Meng in front of him is one of them. If even he doesn't know, he doesn't know where to ask.

"The last time we met was seven or eight years ago."

Yang Fang frowned, "That...wasn't it when I went down the mountain?"

"Yes, we two old guys talked about you that day. Your master was quite emotional and said that he finally raised you to adulthood."

Meng Huaiyi nodded.

A flash of memory flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, yes, I remember he mentioned that he was going on a long trip."

"Go...where?"

For a moment, Yang Fang's heart was in his throat, and perhaps he himself did not even realize that there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"It seems to be some kind of Dragon Ridge?"

"The old guy said that when he was traveling around, he found a good place there and marked it, and he was waiting for a chance to explore it."

Speaking of this, Meng Huaiyi's brows slightly raised.

"He's talking nonsense. He won't answer when I ask him. He's said to be a big pot. I don't understand what he means."

boom!

Listen to what Meng Huaiyi said.

Yang Fang just felt a buzzing in his head.

It seemed like thunder.

Partridge Whistle and the others looked at each other and felt something move.

Dragon Ridge!

Big pot.

The meaning is self-evident.

The tomb robbers in northern Shaanxi are accustomed to calling tomb robbing "cooking with a big pot", and the big bucket is a big pot.

In other words, Jin Suanpan most likely went to Longling to rob tombs.

“Longling…Longling!”

Yang Fang's heart was in turmoil and he repeated this place several times before he came back to his senses and forced a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Master Meng."

"I...I won't stay any longer. I still have to go to Fangjiashan."

Standing up in a daze, Yang Fang said goodbye.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou and the others also stood up and said, "Master Meng, I'm really sorry that I've been busy traveling today. I'll come back to bother you in a few days."

"This……"

Meng Huaiyi didn't know what was going on.

But seeing that Yang Fang looked like he had lost his soul, he didn't know how to ask him anything, so he could only nod and agree.

"Alright."

"Do you want me to send someone to take you there?"

"No, no, Master Meng, please stay."

Chen Yulou shook his head and stayed to chat with him briefly.

When he walked out of the Meng family compound.

Yang Fang could no longer hold it in, his eyes were red and his whole body was shaking.

Although he had thought about the worst outcome countless times.

But now that he heard it with his own ears, for a moment, he still felt like a knife stabbing his heart, causing him pain deep in his bones and making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Be more open."

"Senior Jin Suanpan, perhaps he is just trapped..."

Seeing his lonely and painful face, the old foreigner walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him softly.

Partridge Whistle also echoed, "Yes, Brother Yang Fang, the senior is a scholar, how could he easily get into trouble."

just.

Listen to their comfort.

Yang Fang's face became more bitter.

All his skills were taught to him by his master, and he understands his master's methods better than anyone else.

The direct descendant of Master Zhang San.

Holding the tomb-grabbing talisman.

He just couldn't figure out what kind of ancient tomb would trap him?

"Shopkeeper Chen, do you know...Longling?"

Giving a bitter smile to the few people, Yang Fang suddenly thought of something, raised his head to look at Chen Yulou, and asked hopefully.

He recalled what happened just now carefully in his mind.

But I found that I had never heard of the place name Longling.

Chen Yulou is knowledgeable and might have heard of it.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou, who already knew the result, couldn't help but flash a trace of pity in his eyes. He avoided his sight, exhaled, and whispered.

"If I remember correctly."

"Longling should refer to the Panshepo area in Gulan County."

"When I was young, I traveled around the world and heard someone talk about it once. It is said that the terrain there is strange, with hills of earth connected to each other. If you step on them, they will break into pieces. There are holes underneath that can swallow people."

I heard his explanation.

Yang Fang was like a drowning man who had grabbed at a straw.

A glimmer of light suddenly burst out from the dim eyes.

"Gulan County, I know Gulan County. It's right on the bank of the Yellow River, only a hundred miles away from Yang County."

"Master mentioned this to me back then."

"Yes……"

As he spoke, Yang Fang seemed to have thought of something. Pain appeared on his face, and his hands were clenched tightly. He was not even aware of his fingertips piercing his palms, oozing a little blood.

"Master reminded me at that time."

"But I didn't understand what he meant at all."

"At that time, he should have thought about going to Longling to rob tombs... If I had gone with him, perhaps I wouldn't have ended up like this today."