Dragon Snake once appeared near the Fengtu Mound where the real body was fighting.

The weather is still dry, and it has been for many years. The once fertile fields have now become inaccessible wastelands. It may take a day's walk to encounter a few refugees fleeing from the war, struggling to survive by digging in the soil. At least there is no exploitation.

The one-armed old farmer worked hard on the farm and carefully cared for the seedlings.

With a focused expression, as if he was caring for his own child, he used his remaining arms to wave farm tools, bent over and busy with farm work, and shed sweat or tears in the fields...

The sun was scorching, the thorns were all over the road, and the wind was raising dust. The old man squatted on the edge of the field, stared at the seedlings, and sighed.

The tattered cotton coat on my body was like a treasure in the hands of an antique connoisseur. It was covered with a thick layer of patina. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to wash it, but I really couldn’t bear to waste water.

"Still don't understand, ugh..."

He thought about it for many years, but he still couldn't figure out what the dragon snake meant by his last words.

The two brothers died in the hands of the dragon and the snake. Later, the Tang Dynasty disappeared. The one-armed man asked many people over the years, but no one could tell him the answer. In confusion, he returned to this place to think quietly. He was no longer a powerful general in the court.

Then there is the powerful monk, whose hair is messed up, his face is unkempt, and his hands are covered with calluses.

Several outsiders appeared near the Fengtu Mound, holding compasses in their hands to look at the mountains, rivers, and rivers to find their breath.

The old man was still sitting on the ground with a sad face, thinking quietly, without even looking at the few out-of-town tomb robbers.

The world is in chaos and there are too many rebellions. If you don’t have enough money to support an army, you have to borrow money from the dead underground. Grave robbers are rampant. The tomb robbers who used to hide in the shadows are now open and aboveboard and even have official status. They dig everywhere without knowing it.

Where did all that money go?

The tomb robber was too lazy to talk to the old man.

He's just a poor, disabled, old man. He looks like he won't survive until the end of the year, so there's no need to care.

After searching for a long time with a compass in hand, I finally came to the old man. He looked at the mountains and rivers to confirm the location of the hole. The leader was a weak man holding a compass. After the location was determined, several other strong men came forward.

The old farmer watched them take out various tools from their backpacks, such as short shovels and other strange things.

The tough men teased the old farmer.

"Old man~ study hard and learn a few tricks to ensure you don't have to worry about food and drink in the next life~ Haha~"

The unkempt old man smiled and was not worried. He just felt sorry for the seedlings that were trampled by them. At least a few bowls of rice were lost. That's all. He just treated it as paying taxes to the landlord.

The digging speed was very fast, and several people took turns to work and stole the hole deep into the ground.

The frail man calculated through the mountains and ancient rivers that there was a large tomb underground, and also knew the approximate identity of the tomb owner. He couldn't hide his excitement at the thought of the money he was about to receive, and the sloppy old man became the best person to confide in and show off.

No matter whether the other party can understand or not, he keeps talking to himself.

The old man chuckled.

There was some itching in my lower back. My thick, calloused hands lifted up my tattered cotton coat and scratched it hard a few times. My rough nails scratched my old skin and it made a crackling sound. After scratching it hard for a few times, I felt bursts of comfort. It was a wonderful feeling, so I didn’t care.

Whether the frail man disliked it or not, he skillfully picked out the skin flakes from his fingernails with his two fingers and flicked them away.

Something was discovered in the hole, and all the strong men got in.

There was a slight vibration in the underground, and then it became calm again. The old man knew that the terrifying existence that was sleeping in the ancient tomb had awakened, and he hoped that he would not be affected by these idiots.

Suddenly, a slender white hand stretched out from the hole's entrance, grabbing the edge and applying force, as if trying to crawl out of the hole.

The frail man was so shocked that he didn't even notice that the compass in his hand fell to the ground.

A woman with long hair in white clothes crawled out of the robbery hole just dug by a few strong men. She was half asleep and half awake, her hair was a little messy, and her hair was disheveled...

Bai Yujun felt baffled.

Those tomb robbers dug underground and suddenly found a passage. They thought that a certain senior had arrived first. They never expected to meet a woman with long hair in white clothes in the cave. Then, a murder occurred in the narrow cave. In the narrow cave,

For a demonic snake with glowing red eyes, it is simply a disaster in life.

The frail man was frightened.

"Are you a human or a ghost? Don't mess around in broad daylight...!"

This question is easy to answer.

"I'm not human."

Grab the head of the tomb robber and easily break his neck, throw him into the robbery hole behind you without looking back, then kick him twice, causing the hole to collapse and bury everything in the hole. As a tomb robber, dying in the robbery hole is considered a worthy death.

He dusted himself off and turned to look at the one-armed old man, grateful for the starched cotton robe.

"What year is this?"

"The world is in chaos, and there is no era name. It has been more than three years since the Tang Dynasty fell."

Sleeping for three years? Time is becoming less and less valuable. Seeing that the celestial disaster has not ended yet, even the three disaster stars have not disappeared. It is said that muddy water is easy to fish, but there is too much mud in the water. Not only do you have no fish, but you also lose yourself.

Fell in.

He dusted off the dust, took out his straw hat and put it on. He covered his face with a white cloth when the wind and sand were blowing. He bent down and squeezed the soil and jumped up and down. The old farmer didn't know what this big demon was doing. He just felt that some unspeakable changes were happening in the earth.

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"Your Excellency, you haven't told me how to bring peace to the world."

"I told you." A certain snake replied without raising his head.

The old man shook his head, looking confused.

"But I don't understand. I've asked many people and thought about it for many years, but I still don't understand."

Bai Yujun paused, feeling a little pitiful for this former powerful general in the imperial court who had been struggling with a problem for many years and refused to give up. Unfortunately, he would never understand.

"Because you are too stiff, like those old bacon zombies in the coffin, stiff, rotten, and lifeless."

"Stiff... rotten..."

The sloppy old man understood that the Central Plains had not changed for countless years. They were as stiff as zombie skulls with white hair, smelly and hard. They rotted stubbornly in this land. With the change of dynasties, they just changed their names and took a breather to continue rotting.

, even risking his own life to defend this decadence and keep everyone old-fashioned.

After he figured it out, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, unable to do anything, feeling decadent and depressed.

Bai Yujun was still busy, patting and kicking here and there.

Changing the veins of the earth's atmosphere has turned this area of ​​feng shui into a mediocre one, with no advantages or disadvantages. After the earth's atmosphere has been changed, several hills in the distance have collapsed and changed the mountain topography. In the future, when the river water recovers, the river course will be changed. In this way

No one has been able to find this ancient tomb since then. Although it is unremarkable, it avoids the worry of being stolen. It is considered as a lodging expense.

The old man sighed, picked up his hoe and was about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something.

"Your Excellency, countless heroes are looking for you. Some people say that the one who finds the true dragon will win the world."

"Thank you for reminding."

The old figure walked away with a hoe on his shoulder, feeling indescribably desolate.

Bai Yujun clearly knew how much impact his actions had on those ambitious people. It is estimated that countless people tried their best to search everywhere. Now he is worth more than the legendary jade seal. Who knows what the plans of the plagued bastard are?

As for your worries, let's find a place to hide from the limelight.

The wind blew up yellow dust, and the girl in white pressed her straw hat and leaned forward to measure the earth step by step.
Chapter completed!