Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

  Chapter 722 The Legend of the Wasteland Treasure

   When Li Mo woke up, the sky outside was slightly bright. After he got up and washed, he went to the open space at the door and started to practice boxing. The power of Bajiquan is quick and fierce, and every move seems to cause rumors.

  Hoo—Hoo—

  An old man in his seventies wearing a Tang suit walked not far away. He first glanced at Li Mo, and then punched him with every move.

  The two do not interfere with each other, and practice boxing independently.

   Li Mo practiced Bajiquan for about half an hour, while the old man had already stood quietly watching. After he finished, he smiled and offered to hand over a clean towel.

   "Thank you Mr. Zhou."

"Mr. Qin was practicing Bajiquan just now. It's better to be young. Only you can practice such a domineering boxing method. I also practiced for 20 or 30 years when I was young, and now I can only practice military boxing. .”

   Zhou Lao said with a little envy in his words.

  Li Mo's eyes lit up, and he asked a little surprised: "Mr. Zhou was also a disciple of Bajiquan. I wonder which Bajiquan master you always learned from?"

The old man smiled and waved his hands and said: "Ashamed, I am not an authentic Bajiquan disciple. When I was young, I learned from a Bajiquan master in a neighboring village for five years, and then I lost contact with my parents when I moved to another place. Time flies so fast, it has been fifty years since I left the motherland, and I don’t know if the master who taught me Bajiquan is still around? If so, he would be over a hundred years old.”

   "Mr. Zhou has been living in the United States for the sake of the motherland, which is extremely admirable."

"Hahaha, I didn't expect to be able to persist for fifty years. But at the beginning of the year, I had already received a notice from the motherland that we were going to return to China to settle down. Now I want to say which is the best, naturally it is the motherland, where the only are our roots."

   "Does Mr. Zhou have any relatives in China?"

"My parents died early, and I have a younger sister. It's just because of my special status that I broke up with her after I came to the United States. However, I will learn about her situation from other people every month. She is also full of children and grandchildren. Life is fine."

  Li Mo respected this old man. When he was young, because of the need of the country, he accepted the order to come to the United States without hesitation, and even severed ties with his closest relatives. Fifty years have passed here, and I have a son and a grandson.

   "Old Zhou, will someone else take over here?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhou motioned him to sit on the outdoor tables and chairs not far away, "I didn't know that a big man like Mr. I'm still very curious about your origin, you actually used a secret stronghold at such a young age."

  Li Mo took a few deep breaths, and sighed: "The air here is really good, with the sweet smell of fruit in the wind. Mr. Zhou, I am actually a Chinese, and I only do things within my power."

   "Hahaha, Mr. Qin is so humble."

   "Mr. Zhou, what is the first thing you want to do when you return to your motherland?"

The old man sat down on the chair and said: "calculate the time, my younger sister will have her 70th birthday at the end of July, go find my younger sister first, since I am still alive, I will naturally let her know. Then I will go back to my ancestral home to see my senior brother and Master, I don't know if they are still in the world, if the Chen family village is still there?"

   "Chenjia Village? Is it Chenjia Village in Huizhou?"

   Li Mo stared at Mr. Zhou with wide eyes.

   "How do you know it's Chenjia Village in Huizhou? Are you from there?" Elder Zhou stood up suddenly, with an eager look on his face.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhou, it seems that we are really destined. I am not from the Chen family village, but the ancestor of the Chen family, the century-old master of Bajiquan, who is well-known in the domestic martial arts circle, is my master, his son, who is nearly The 80-year-old son is my uncle. My dad was taken in by the teacher when he was eight years old, and you can be considered my uncle if you count the relationship."

  Old Zhou opened his mouth slightly, a little unbelievable, and then asked excitedly: "Mr. Qin, do you mean that my master and master are still there?"

   "Mr. Zhou, please calm down and listen to me. Because of his age, Shigong has been in poor health for the past two years. Before I came to the United States, Shigong was critically ill and was admitted to the hospital."

   "So I can see my master again when I go back?"

   "Life and death are impermanent, at least until now, I haven't received bad news."

   "Okay, that's great. Mr. Qin, when are you going back to China?"

   "It should be just these two days, do you want to come with me?"

"Yes, our stronghold has been activated. Once the task is completed, we will withdraw directly. Even those who come to take over the farm will gradually abandon this place and find a new place to re-establish a stronghold." Zhou Lao's mood is still difficult to calm down, He held Li Mo's hands, "I really didn't expect that we still have such a fate. But I can't afford it, Master, after all, I didn't worship Master three times and nine times."

   "Grandpa, how is your cold? Is there any discomfort?"

   Zhou Xiang came out while putting on his clothes, came to the side of the two and respectfully said to Li Mo: "Good morning, Mr. Qin."

"I just suffered from a little cold, it's nothing serious." Elder Zhou turned his head and glanced at Li Mo, "Mr. Qin, my grandson has also practiced Bajiquan since he was a child, and his skills are not bad. When we return to China, I will take him to meet the master and senior brother, and let him formally worship Baji sect, and I hope you can give him more advice then."

  Zhou Xiang immediately asked in surprise: "Mr. Qin also understands Bajiquan, so how about we come and learn from each other?"

   "Xiaoxiang, don't talk nonsense." Zhou Chengji also came over at the moment, just in time to hear his son take the initiative to compete with Li Mo, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly scolded him loudly. Are you kidding me, Li Mo's kung fu is amazing, and what Wu Yue revealed to him last night made him think it was a fantasy until now.

   But facts are facts, and real people are standing in front of them.

   "Dad, I just have itchy hands. I want to ask Mr. Qin for advice." Zhou Xiang was still a little dissatisfied.

"Shut up, you still want to ask Mr. Qin for advice based on your three-legged kung fu. You don't know how high the sky is. The black boxing master Kuang Xiong of the New York underground forces you have been paying attention to before was punched by Mr. Qin last night. , you don’t even have a chance to react. With your body, Mr. Qin can send you flying with a single slap.”

   "The mad bear is dead?"

  Zhou Xiang couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, that bear-like guy was blown away with a punch.

   "Okay, breakfast is ready, take Mr. Qin to eat first, and then you take Mr. Qin for a walk around."

"Oh well."

   "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, I'll go eat first, and I'll chat with you later."

   After Li Mo and Zhou Xiang left, the old man looked at his son: "A lot of background?"

  Zhou Chengji nodded and whispered, "Qin Mo is Li Mo."

The old man muttered a few words, with a look of sudden realization on his face: "No wonder he looked familiar at first glance, as if he had seen it somewhere before, but I didn't expect it to be that god-man. No wonder the people brought by him are the most capable The field staff of the Central Police Security Bureau, so he came to the United States to shop for treasures?"

   "Dad, I just got a little news from Wu Yue last night. He has found countless valuable national treasures in the United States for more than a month, and he has shipped them back twice."

   "Then how did he get involved with the underground forces in New York?"

Zhou Chengji looked around and approached and whispered: "Last night, he made a full 12.5 billion US dollars with his death fist move, and there are two to three hundred pieces of various antiques, so it's urgent." Hide him here out of the limelight."

  Damn it!

  The old man almost yelled, and he immediately said: "Notify the hired Americans to let them rest at home with pay for these two days."

   "I was notified one by one by text message last night."

   "That's good, that kid is really troublesome. Let's go, let's wash up and have breakfast."

  After breakfast, Zhou Xiang took Li Mo for a walk slowly along the trails around the farm a little nervously.

   "Mr. Qin, did you really blow up that bear with one punch?"

   "Do you think there is such a powerful force in the world?"

"Thinking about it, it's a bit impossible. No matter how powerful the Bajiquan is, there is a limit to the outbreak, but Wuyue won't talk nonsense to my dad, so I was thinking about whether this is true when I was having breakfast just now? "

Li Mo put his hands behind his back and said as he walked: "The mad bear injected a drug that can stimulate the potential of the human body before going to the battle stage, making people crazy, without pain, without fear, just like a killing machine But there is no doubt that the side effects of that drug are also terrifying, and my decision to win with one punch should be the result of a combination of many factors."

   Zhou Xiang thinks so, it makes sense, no matter how powerful a person is, he is not so scary.

  Li Mo changed the subject, pointed to a distance away and said, "There are mountains and waters nearby, and it's quite pleasant to live here all year round."

"That's a must. There are really few good locations near mountains and rivers." Zhou Xiang put aside his distracting thoughts for the time being, and instead took the initiative to introduce, "Mr. Qin, you don't know something. It used to be a wasteland with very few people. Later, I heard that the owner of this land turned over nearly 10,000 mu of land in order to find treasure. Look at the lake over there, it was dug out artificially. It's a pity that the so-called treasure was not found. My grandfather just arrived here and contracted it. In the past few decades, this farm has changed hands several times, and finally it was contracted by us."

   "Since it is a wasteland with very few people, how can there be treasures?"

  Li Mo is a little puzzled. Fifty or sixty years ago, the country was still in a special period, and a thousand things were waiting to be done.

"I still know something about this treasure. I heard that the owner of this land, his ancestors can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, there were six brothers. They all entered China with the US army and joined the Eight-Nation Alliance. Brothers One of the six was a high-ranking official who searched for countless treasures, gold and jade objects, antique calligraphy and paintings, etc. in China back then."

"After returning to the United States, I sold a very small number of antiques, and bought the land with a radius of 10,000 mu. I heard that the six brothers buried them in their family's land in order to keep the remaining treasures. .”

  (end of this chapter)