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

I could taste the difference between his expression and words at that moment.

Chen Yulou narrowed his eyes slightly.

He glanced at him in surprise.

Logically speaking, after hundreds of years, even the deep blood feud between the Guanshan lineage and the four sects should have gradually dissipated.

At least that's the case for both him and Partridge Whistle.

but……

After all, this kind of thing cannot be discussed with common sense.

Among the four sects back then, Mojin and Faqiu were the most miserable. They destroyed talismans and seals, disappeared from the martial arts world for a time, and were almost wiped out.

Since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, many heroes have been fighting for supremacy throughout the country. In order to raise military funds and silver, Cao Cao specially set up the General of the Fa Qiu and the Captain of the Mo Jin.

The Lieutenant General of the Faqiu Sect was in charge of the tomb-raiding officers.

He carries the Fa Qiu Tian Guan Seal, on which are cast the eight ancient seal characters "Blessings from the Tian Guan, No Taboos". It is a rare divine object and it is said that with the seal in hand, all ghosts and gods will avoid him.

Moreover, the Fa Qiu lineage has its own heritage, including the Dragon-Seeking Art, the Fa Qiu Finger, and the Bone-Shrinking Technique. Their whereabouts are mysterious and their skills are extraordinary.

As for the tomb-grabbing captain, he would wear a tomb-grabbing talisman.

Although there is also the Dragon Seeking Moji.

However, the Fa Qiu Xun Long Jue is based on the sixty-four celestial hexagrams, while the Mo Jin Xun Long Jue is based on the sixteen-character celestial hexagrams. The two are incomparable.

Because of different identities.

There are even fewer Fa Qiu inheritances.

It is said that at the beginning, there were only two Faqiu Zhonglang Jiang, one Zheng and one Cong.

There are only two Fa Qiu seals in the world.

But the tomb-raiding lieutenant had ten of them.

During the Ming Dynasty, Guanshan Taibao was ordered by the emperor to suppress the four sects and destroyed a Faqiu seal and seven Mojin talismans.

The Fa Qiu Tian Guan disappeared from then on.

The tomb raider could only hide his identity and hide in the mountains, never daring to show up in the world again.

On the contrary, as the Taoist monk who moved mountains only wanted the elixir beads, Guanshan Taibao specially avoided this point when designing the imperial mausoleum for Zhu Yuanzhang, so there was no need to worry.

And Xiangling Lishi himself was born a bandit.

It has been eradicated in every dynasty.

Either gather in the mountains or scatter across the world.

Although many were killed, most of them were bandits who occupied the mountains and acted as kings, not members of the Xiangling Sect.

From this perspective, it is not surprising that among the four sects, the Mojin and Faqiu hate Guanshan Taibao so much.

only……

This matter is really difficult to deal with at the moment.

It's been hundreds of years since I last talked about it.

The two sides are a generation apart.

If Senior Jin Suanpan were still alive, perhaps the two of them could have reconciled their past grudges.

Partridge Whistle on the side also obviously noticed it. The two looked at each other and communicated silently, but they couldn't find any ideas for a while.

As for Kunlun and the old foreigner, they didn't know how to start.

"Brother Yang Fang... why do you suddenly ask this?"

He hesitated.

Chen Yulou still asked indirectly.

In any case, we must first figure out Yang Fang's attitude.

Otherwise, if they really go to Qingcheng Mountain, instead of shaking hands and making peace, if a fight breaks out between the two sides, it will not end well.

It seemed that he felt the atmosphere suddenly become tense.

A hint of helplessness appeared on Yang Fang's lips.

"Manager Chen, don't panic, I'm just confirming."

I have been following my master since I was a child.

He often listened to Jin Suanpan talk about the past stories of tomb robbing, the four schools and eight sects, the four schools and eight methods, moving mountains and ridges, stealing gold from mounds, feng shui and other techniques, and searching for medicine and wealth.

In addition to the four schools, there are four more families.

Among them, the one that was highlighted was Guanshan Taibao.

When he was young, he was not clear about the interests involved and only knew how to distinguish between good and bad. He still remembers that he asked his master whether the Guanshan Taibao lineage was good or bad. The master was silent at first, and then said something meaningful.

"We are all begging for food in the underworld, there is no such thing as absolute."

"It's just that the situation forced us to do so. If it was a tomb raider who was summoned to the capital, the outcome would be the same."

The indescribable loneliness in the master's tone at that time left a deep impression on the young boy, so he has remembered it to this day.

As I get older, I have been traveling around for a long time.

Looking back, he could better understand the profound meaning of his master's words.

The tomb-robbing world sounds like that's what it sounds like, but in the final analysis, it's just a bunch of people looking for dragons and stealing bones, who are not worthy of being on the stage or seeing the light of day.

Not to mention the feudal imperial power, even now, people like them cannot hold their heads up in front of real big shots.

It’s Master Zhang Sanlianzi.

What he was most proud of in his life was not the title of tomb raider, but the experience of following Lord Zuo Zongtang into Xinjiang many years ago to quell the rebellion, wipe out the Nian Army, and suppress the Taiping Army.

As for being in charge of the Mojin Sect, he was stationed in Kunlun Mountain.

To him, it was just an insignificant part of his legendary life.

Even if he were in that era, he couldn't do anything wrong.

After all, learning the art of slaying dragons and selling it to the emperor's family, being a farmer in the morning and ascending the throne to the emperor's palace in the evening is a temptation that no one can refuse throughout history, and it brings honor to the family and great prosperity to the clan.

What's more.

He has memories of that era.

I heard almost all of it from my master.

It may not be a deep hatred, at most it is a little difficult to accept.

exactly.

There is resentment and curiosity.

He wanted to know what kind of people Guanshan Taibao were that Liu Bowen would take a fancy to them, recommend them to the court, and build the imperial mausoleum for Zhu Yuanzhang.

The people of these four sects are good at robbing tombs, but they know nothing about building tombs.

I could feel that his words were calm and his expression was indifferent, and there was no murderous intent in his expression.

Chen Yulou then breathed a sigh of relief.

The remaining three people looked at each other, and the worry in their expressions disappeared.

It’s not that revenge is impossible.

to be frank.

As soon as the Ming Dynasty fell, Guanshan Taibao immediately retired from the army and returned to his ancestral land, hiding his identity. This was because they themselves understood that if they acted too harshly towards the Four Factions, they would sooner or later suffer a backlash.

I'm just worried that he'll be blinded by hatred, and then his calm mind, which he's finally managed to calm down, will be destroyed again.

That would really be a waste of time.

Fang Jiashan's more than ten days of practice were to no avail.

"Yes, Wushan Coffin Gorge, the Feng Family Coffin Mountain Guardian."

Thoughts flashed through my mind.

Chen Yulou nodded, with no intention of hiding anything.

"It's true."

After receiving the confirmation reply, Yang Fang's last bit of doubt finally disappeared.

He has been traveling around the world in recent years.

In fact, I have met many colleagues.

But the vast majority of them don't even have a sect, and they just fight small fights, or act in groups of three or five, or in families or villages.

There is no inheritance.

There is no such thing as secret techniques.

In fact, it is what people in the underworld call a "tuber".

But the four sects that are opposite to the four schools, Guanshan Taibao, Yinyang Duan Gong, Jiuyou General and Jushi Fawang, are seen for the first time.

Although they are just a family of tomb robbers, they are no worse than the other four sects.

Even better in some aspects.

"Manager Chen, how come the descendants of the Guanshan lineage would go to Qingcheng Mountain to practice Taoism?"

"I don't know that."

Chen Yulou shook his head.

To be honest, he was indeed a little difficult to understand.

After all, in order to find the entrance to the Earthly Immortal Village, there is no need to go to the mountains to practice. You can stay in the Coffin Gorge in Qingxi Town and go out of the mountains to search at any time.

perhaps……

Guanshan Taibao is well-versed in Taoist scriptures and is proficient in the art of furnace fire, so it does not seem surprising that he wants to ask the immortals for advice.

"When you get back to the mountain and see Taoist Xuanzhen, you can ask him in person."

"It's better not to..."

Noticing the smile on Chen Yulou's face, Yang Fang waved his hands repeatedly.

He was just curious.

If he really asks the truth when he meets the real person, then all these years of his life in the underworld will be in vain.

"It's probably almost time for dinner."

Seeing his embarrassed look, Chen Yulou did not continue on this topic and looked at the scenery on both sides of the Minjiang River. Not long after, the aroma of food came from under the cabin and filled the air.

He almost finished his words.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from the escalator connecting the deck and the cabin.

next moment.

A young figure poked his head out.

"Everyone, dinner is ready."

"Thank you, boatman."

Chen Yulou smiled. They had been on the ship for some time and were no strangers to young people.

He is the youngest of the boatmen.

He learned some experience on the boat. He was young, friendly and always smiling at everyone, so everyone liked to call him the young boatman.

"Just call me Ah Cheng."

"Don't call me boatman."

When the young man heard that name, his face suddenly turned red and he waved his hands repeatedly.

In his opinion, there was not much difference between him and the guys on the ship.

As for these customers, his father had told him privately many times that they were definitely of prominent backgrounds, or at least from aristocratic families.

How dare he be so self-righteous.

What's more, during this period, Chen Yulou had chatted with him several times and gave him some casual advice.

In his heart, he was simply regarded as a god.

"Mr. Chen, eat first, otherwise the food will get cold later."

"it is good."

Chen Yulou nodded.

After entering Sichuan and Chongqing, the food was obviously more to his liking. After all, he was used to Hunan cuisine and had always loved spicy food, and the same was true for Sichuan cuisine.

There may be a shortage of food on board, and the only thing left to eat is water.

But when it comes to eating fish, these boatmen who drift on the river all year round have absolutely no rivals.

"gone."

"Don't keep the captain waiting for too long."

He greeted a few people.

Following the boatman, the group went straight down to the boat.

All the way to the kitchen.

Sure enough, there was the familiar iron pot on the table, a big pot filled with mixed fish and meat slices. What was rare was that there were also a few pieces of green vegetables floating in the pot, which looked very appetizing.

In addition to the captain, there were a few other guys waiting early.

"Mr. Chen is here."

"Come on, everyone, please take a seat. According to the current schedule, we will arrive before nightfall."

The captain smiled and invited everyone to take a seat.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou did not waste any time and went straight to his seat.

After they were seated, the young men and the young boatman sat down around the boat's handle.

"Come, come, come, eat. There's nothing delicious. Please forgive me."

The boatman did not rush to eat. Instead, he held his pipe, leaned against the window and puffed for a while. He watched the group of people eating with a smile on his face. Then he put down his pipe, clapped his hands, and picked up his chopsticks.

The reason why Chen Yulou has a special liking for it.

Actually it’s nothing else.

This copper pot, which is popular in Sichuan and Chongqing and commonly used by boatmen and fishermen, is actually the Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot that became famous all over the world in later generations.

In order to save time, they are accustomed to cooking all ingredients in one pot. Moreover, sailors are on the water all year round and are most afraid of cold and cannot live without spicy food.

Dried chilies and chili powder, like rice, flour, grain and oil, are all essential for traveling.

Chen Yulou, Kunlun and Yang Fang are fine.

After all, the former is used to Hunan cuisine, and the latter grew up by the Yellow River and is no stranger to this kind of copper pot, and is even quite proud of it.

However, the brothers Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner were born in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. Although their taste is not to the point of being sweet, it is relatively light.

This is why.

When the three brothers and sisters first arrived at Chenjiazhuang.

Chen Yulou specifically instructed Uncle Yu to find a chef who was good at Huaiyang cuisine to cook, as he was worried that they would not be used to the spicy taste of Hunan cuisine.

but……

The conditions are not so good nowadays.

They ate whatever the guys on the ship ate.

They both knew this and could only make do with it.

However, the Laobaigan brewed by themselves on the boat was quite to their liking. The wine was turbid, but the taste was long-lasting. One sip could warm up the body.

Outside the window is the clear water of the river, and occasionally you can see other boats.

There were passenger ships, fishing boats, and even the occasional humming steamboat.

The group ate and chatted while enjoying the scenery on both sides of the river.

After the young men had eaten their fill, they stood up and said goodbye, going to the front to replace the men at the helm. The young boatman did not stay long, but apologized and went back to do his own thing.

Soon, only the boat's butt was left on the table.

He was old and had a poor appetite. After taking a few bites, he put down his chopsticks, rested his hand on the windowsill, and slowly smoked his pipe.

He was talking to a few people with a smile on his face.

From time to time, his hearty laughter could be heard in the cabin.

In the past, such opportunities were rare. There was a clear distinction between boatmen and their customers, and apart from business dealings, there would hardly be much private contact between them.

If you are not a native of Sichuan and Chongqing, few people would appreciate their way of eating the whole pot.

Not to mention the homemade liquor.

But Chen Yulou and his friends are different. Although they come from wealthy families, they never show any sense of superiority. They can enjoy a meal even from an ordinary iron pot.

It's obvious that they are not pretending.

The captain was also happy to stay and talk with them, listen to the customs and practices of the outside world, and gain a lot of knowledge.

Time passes minute by minute.

Soon, only Chen Yulou, Queqiao Shao and he were left at the table. Yang Fang and the others returned to their respective residences to meditate and practice.

The topics of their casual chats ranged from boating and fishing to the immortals in the mountains and the sages from other places.

gradually.

It was getting darker outside the window.

The sounds of monkeys and birds were also replaced by noisy sounds.

When a whistle was heard, the people who were talking looked up and saw that a bustling ferry had appeared outside without them noticing.

The crowd was full of people.

Pedestrians coming and going, coolies, peddlers and hawkers.

"Mr. Chen, we've arrived."

The captain tapped his pipe and put it into his belt. His wrinkled face, marked by vicissitudes of life, could not hide his reluctance at this moment.

"Outside is Jiangjin Ferry. After you get off the boat, go east past the town and you will be able to see Qingcheng Mountain in the distance."

Leading Chen Yulou and the other person out of the cabin and onto the deck, it was dusk and the golden sun was setting in the west. Passing ships were approaching the ferry and countless people were busy loading and unloading cargo.

The captain gave the instructions word by word carefully.

Follow the direction of his finger.

The two of them looked up subconsciously.

In the setting sun, looking past the numerous houses, I saw a strange peak towering into the clouds in the distance, like a giant holding up the white cloud palace. It was the Zhangren Mountain as the locals called it.

While talking.

The three people from Kunlun who were returning to practice were also alarmed and rushed over.

"That's great. No need to call you."

"We've arrived. Let's go get the horses... Climb Qingcheng Mountain at night!"