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

Yang County was called Youshen in ancient times.

As early as the Neolithic Age, our ancestors lived and multiplied here, and in the tribal era, it was the place where the Youshen clan lived.

During the Xia Dynasty, Qi granted the title of Zhizi to Shen, which was under the jurisdiction of Yongzhou, and the Shang Dynasty followed suit.

It was not until the second year of Emperor Jing of the Western Han Dynasty that Heyang County was established. In the late Qing Dynasty, Heyang was changed to Yang, and since then it was called Yang County. Nowadays, the older generation still calls it Heyang or Heyang, but it has been renamed Yang County in the county annals and land books.

Yang County is bordered by the Yellow River to the east and Dayu River to the west.

The terrain in the area is complex, with gullies crisscrossing, and it is known as "one beach, two gullies and seven parts of plateau".

It is a plain with few mountains.

There is only one such mountain, and because it is close to Fangjiayuan, it is also called Fangjiashan.

Although it is called a mountain, it is actually just a continuous forest, with the main peak being only a hundred meters high.

but.

To Yang Fang, even though he had climbed countless mountains over the years, none of them were as high as this small mountain.

After all, in his twenty years of memory.

Most of my time is spent here.

It carries too many childhood memories for him.

From the time I can remember, I could walk past every blade of grass and tree on the mountain, no matter it was spring, summer, autumn or winter, even with my eyes closed.

A group of people followed him.

Enter the mountain from the south slope.

Not long after.

In the distance, in a bamboo forest, you can see an ancient building in a small courtyard.

There is a vague feeling of the hermits in Mount Zhongnan back then.

"master."

"arrive……"

"Yang Fang sent you home!"

Sitting on the horse, looking at the familiar courtyard, Yang Fang's eyes suddenly turned red.

Maybe it has been uninhabited for many years.

No longer popular.

The two rooms in the backyard collapsed.

After the heavy snow, many ancient trees in the bamboo forest fell down and hit the courtyard wall.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, almost covering up the bluestone paved road. One could vaguely see two vegetable gardens on the left and right, an ancient well, and a wooden formation for standing still.

Just looking at these, the memories of the past roll around in my heart like clouds.

He once lived here.

The picture is real and clear, just like what happened yesterday.

I muttered something silently in my mind.

Yang Fang jumped off the horse, carefully took the bamboo basket down, walked through the withered weeds, and went to the pavilion outside the ancient well.

There are horizontal and vertical lines carved on the simple stone table.

Blow away the accumulated dust.

You can also clearly see words such as chariots, horses, cannons, elephants, and pawns.

It turned out to be a hand-carved chessboard.

Countless days and nights, after dinner, martial arts practice, or finishing study or work, he would always pester his master to play a game of chicken.

Although he was defeated by his master every time.

But he never gave up.

It was not until he was fifteen that Yang Fang finally defeated his master.

I still remember that the master picked up the teacup, took a sip, then smiled and said that he was old.

Unfortunately, at that time he was so immersed in the excitement of winning the game that he did not notice the master's hidden meaning. It was after that incident that the master, who had always disagreed with him going down the mountain to venture into the world, finally agreed for the first time.

Now that I think about it.

It was obvious that the master was waiting for me to grow up by taking advantage of the opportunity of playing chess.

Because he understood that young people are like falcons. Once they grow up, they will fly into the sky sooner or later.

When the master was in his teens, his family fell into poverty. From a wealthy merchant family, his family was destroyed overnight and he had no choice but to go out and make a living.

It is also because he has experienced it and suffered a lot that he knows how difficult it is to be in this world.

That's why Yang Fang has been suppressed.

It was not until after that game of chess that he realized that the boy had grown up and could no longer be tied down. He could only let him spread his wings and fly in the vast sky outside.

but……

Even he himself probably didn't expect it.

After this departure, we were separated forever and would never meet again.

"Do you want this...?"

I saw Yang Fang standing in the yard, looking distraught.

The old foreigner couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Let him be quiet first."

"After all, I've been at home for more than ten years. How can I settle down in a short time?"

Chen Yulou knew what he meant.

But he just waved his hand.

It is human nature to be reminded of one's past when seeing something. Two or three days passed in the blink of an eye. Compared to that time, Yang Fang's mood is now much calmer.

Waiting for the golden abacus to be buried.

By then he will be able to slowly come out of it.

"it is good."

The old foreigner nodded.

He himself is the same.

Every time I return to Peacock Mountain, the village that used to be bustling with people is now completely deserted. The gap is like a thousand arrows piercing my heart.

A few people didn't go far.

Just waiting quietly outside the yard.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Yang Fang, who was sitting in the pavilion, seemed to have finally come to his senses.

Leaving the pavilion, my eyes subconsciously fell on the bamboo forest behind the small building. That was where my master loved to stay the most when he was alive. No matter spring or summer, he would go into the bamboo forest whenever he had free time.

If you want to choose an acupuncture point.

There is no better place in the entire Fangjiashan Mountain than the bamboo forest.

You can see the courtyard and ancient building at a glance.

Holding the tomb-grabbing talisman under his collar, Yang Fang muttered a few words silently in his heart, then looked up at the bamboo forest, as if waiting for something.

slam-la-

A gust of wind blew.

The jade-like bamboo leaves undulate and rustle, as if someone is whispering in your ear.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fang was stunned, his pupils dilated, and then he could no longer hold back his tears, which burst out of his eyes, slid down his cheeks, and rolled to the ground and shattered.

He just asked silently in his heart.

Actually, I'm just seeking comfort.

Unexpectedly, my master in heaven would really respond to me in this way.

These two days and three nights.

These were definitely the most difficult days in his twenty years of life.

Yang Fang desperately forced himself to fall asleep, wondering if the master would enter his dream to talk to him or give him any unfinished instructions.

but……

The old man is really heartless.

For several days in a row, I didn't see him in my dreams once.

Unexpectedly, today's unintentional action actually received a response.

"I understand, master."

"Don't worry, old man. I know what to do."

Wiping away the tears with his backhand, Yang Fang murmured softly.

Then, he gently picked up the bamboo basket, walked through the weed-covered courtyard step by step, pushed open the wooden door in the backyard, and walked straight to the bamboo forest on the back mountain.

"Walk."

"Bring a shovel and go lend a hand."

See this scene.

How could Chen Yulou not understand?

He was preparing to bury Senior Jin Suanpan.

Whether as a friend or as a junior in the martial arts world, he could not sit idly by. He helped dig a few pieces of soil and burn some incense, which was also a way to send his senior off.

"it is good."

Kunlun and the old foreigner quickly took out the Luoyang shovels they carried with them.

Quickly chased after him.

When they arrived at the bamboo forest, Yang Fang had already chosen a location. Deep in the bamboo forest, more than ten steps away was a bamboo pavilion and a spring.

The forest is quiet.

The spring water gurgles.

It's a good place to sleep.

Several people did not waste any time and started working together.

It didn't take long to dig a deep pit.

The only pity is that after being busy all his life, Jin Suanpan did not prepare a coffin or burial clothes for himself.

Before setting out for Longling, even he hadn't expected that he would never return.

Yang Fang could only find a mat in the building.

After cleaning.

Wrap the master's body carefully.

Buried in it.

When my master was alive, he always said that life is but 20,000 days long, and that we bring nothing with us when we are born and take nothing with us when we die. With the earth as our bed and the sky as our quilt, we should be content with that. Who could have thought that his words would come true and become truly so in the end.

Standing outside the grave.

Thinking about Ruyan's past, Yang Fang felt heartbroken.

When he was wandering around the world, he always wanted to make a name for himself so that when his master got old, he could stay by his side and take care of him until the end of his life.

But now even this cannot be achieved.

Not to mention being a disciple.

Even the most basic of people, he feels, are not qualified.

"Senior, you are a free-spirited person who doesn't care about fame and fortune. Now it's not a bad thing to have green mountains as your companion and the sound of water to fall asleep."

I took the costus root handed to me by the old foreigner.

Several people came forward one by one to pay their respects.

Chen Yulou patted Yang Fang's shoulder gently and comforted him softly.

"Yes, Brother Yang Fang, this place is beautiful with clear water and bamboo forests and thatched cottages. If you knew about this, you would be happy to be able to rest here forever."

I saw him kneeling on the ground for a long time, with a look of pain and self-blame on his face.

Partridge Whistle also spoke.

There was sincerity in his words... and a hint of envy.

Because he suddenly thought of the ancestors of the Zagrama lineage, including his master's previous generation of Taoist monks, who were unable to return to their ancestral land until their death.

For the vast majority of people, even their bodies could not be found.

Only a wooden plaque can be left in the ancestral hall.

He had already prepared to bury his corpses everywhere in the green mountains.

Senior Jin Suanpan roamed the world for decades, and finally he was able to rest in peace. In fact, relatively speaking, this is the best result.

only.

At this moment, he only dared to say a few words in his heart.

After all, Yang Fang was very sad.

"Get up, senior, you have returned to your hometown and can now rest in peace."

Chen Yulou gave him a hand.

Lift Yang Fang up from the ground.

After the snow melted, the bamboo forest became muddy and bone-chillingly cold. After a long time, even the best of health would inevitably suffer from a stroke or typhoid fever.

"Shopkeeper Chen, you guys go back first. I want to stay with the master for a while."

Yang Fang did not look back.

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

He was worried that if he left, his master would be left alone and lonely.

"Alright."

Seeing the old foreigner opening his mouth to speak, Chen Yulou secretly waved his hands and nodded in agreement.

"Let's go to the front and tidy up the house and yard."

"I have been traveling outside for the past few months. The scenery here is nice, so I can relax for a while."

Hearing this, Yang Fang immediately understood.

He was afraid that he would become depressed and go to extremes, so he decided to stay with him for a while.

"Manager Chen, don't worry."

"I just want to talk to Master."

Chen Yulou nodded, patted his shoulder, then called a few people and went back along the original path, through the bamboo forest and towards the small courtyard in the valley.

Because no one has lived there for seven or eight years.

The house was in a very dilapidated state.

When I pushed the door open, a damp smell mixed with a musty odor hit me in the face. The corners were full of cobwebs, and unknown insects fled in all directions at the noise.

Faintly, you can still hear the squeaking of mice.

Turned around in a circle.

A large part of the southeast corner collapsed.

The blue tiles were broken into pieces all over the floor.

The rain hit the ground, leaving large black marks, and weeds grew out of the cracks in the blue bricks.

The wooden stairs leading to the second floor were badly corroded by moisture and decayed. When you walked on them, they would start to sway slightly, as if they would fall and break at any moment.

See this situation.

Even Chen Yulou couldn't help but frown.

"Boss, do we need to clean this up?"

Kunlun was too big to follow, so he just stood downstairs and asked.

"Just clean it up."

"I don't know what Brother Yang Fang is planning yet."

Chen Yulou breathed out.

Ancient buildings with bamboo and wood structures are prone to collapse. It is extremely difficult for them to stand for so many years and maintain their current appearance.

But if you want people to live in it, it needs major renovations.

"it is good."

After hearing this, it seemed that there was no better way.

Having a roof over your head is always better than sleeping in the woods at night. Before in the Qinling Mountains, every time I hibernated in the middle of the night it was like a torture.

Insects chirped, birds chirped, wild beasts roared, and the cold wind howled all night long.

Especially since their five senses are already beyond those of ordinary people. Even the slightest movement can wake them up in an instant. They really don't want to go through the double torture of physical and mental torture again.

I found the tools on the spot.

None of the four people took a break.

They worked together to clean the first floor from inside to outside, and then sprinkled a layer of lime powder to repel insects and remove odors. I can't say it is completely clean, but at least it is safe to stay.

Finish all this.

Kunlun and the old foreigner did not rest, but went outside to get some firewood to make a fire and cook.

Wait for the soup in the pot to boil.

Yang Fang finally returned from the bamboo forest.

He looked haggard, and his whole body was filled with an indescribable fatigue.

"You've come just in time, Brother Yang Fang. Have something hot to replenish your energy."

The three people behind him looked at each other, no one knew how to start, but Chen Yulou greeted them with a smile, as if nothing had happened.

"Shopkeeper Chen."

Yang Fang was not in a hurry to sit down.

He raised his head and looked at the four people deeply.

Seeing this, several people seemed to have thought of something, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and quiet. They all stopped what they were doing and looked at him quietly.

"There are also Yang Kuishou, Brother Kunlun and the old foreigner."

"Thank you for your care these past few days. Although Yang Fang has been in the martial arts world for a few years, his mind is still not mature enough. He gets flustered when encountering problems."

"To be honest, I've been in a daze these past few days, with my days and nights turned upside down. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have been able to hold on."

Listen to him chattering.

The old foreigner shook his head and smiled, "Nothing, you just like to think about it..."

"I know it myself."

Yang Fang smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for your care over the past six months, I wouldn't have been able to get this far."

Just half a year.

Travel all over the country, to Mount Lu, the Ancient City of Jingjue, and the Kunlun Temple.

His cultivation level improved by leaps and bounds, reaching the level of Gang Jin, and he was only one step away from entering the Grandmaster realm.

If he were to go it alone, he might never be able to do it in his lifetime.

"Brother Yang Fang is?"

Judging from what he said, he must have made a decision.

But he really couldn't tell whether he was leaving or staying. Chen Yulou pondered for a moment and couldn't help asking.

"I have already asked the master for instructions."

"That's what the old man meant."

There was a look of determination in Yang Fang's eyes.

"A man's ambition is to go far and wide!"

call--

Upon hearing this, everyone, including Chen Yulou, breathed a sigh of relief.

"it is good!"

"Brother Yang Fang has such an ambition. Chen believes that if Senior Jin Suanpan knew about it, he would be extremely pleased!"

He spoke.

The hearts of Partridge Whistle and the other two finally settled down.

We have known each other for such a long time.

They were already used to traveling together.

If Yang Fang is really determined to stay, there is nothing wrong with that, but... by then, they may never have the chance to meet again in their lifetime.

Now, he has made the best choice.

"Here, there's another pot of wine. I was saving it for the way back. You're not going home until you're drunk today?"

"Shopkeeper Chen, you are so unkind. You actually still have stock."

"Don't talk nonsense, one bowl per person at most."

……

Old building on a deserted hill.

After several years, it has become popular again.

The noise echoed all around.

In the bamboo forest on the back mountain, the green leaves undulate like lake water, as if responding to the atmosphere ahead.