Before they arrived at "Suiling" City, they headed west when they were still 100 kilometers away from the city. The place they went to this time was a township called "Kejiagou".

Kejiagou Township is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only place connected to the outside world is a winding mountain road. It was already dark when I came here. I thought that the mountain road was not easy to walk on, so Fang Yuanshan didn't insist, so he stayed in the district for one night. The next morning, when the sky was dawn, the three of them headed towards the village.

"It's better for Boss Fang's big car. If you change the road like this, you'll have already fallen into a trap." Guan Penghai, who was speaking, no longer pretended to be stupid when he first met, and seemed very smart.

He held the steering wheel and looked at the uneven mountain road outside, he wondered: "How do they usually go out?"

"What else can I do? If you have the conditions, buy a motorcycle. If you don't have the conditions, you will naturally rely on leaving."

"Walk?"

He glanced at the 55-kilometer mountain road above the navigation device, and imagined walking back and forth with his feet, and his face was suddenly filled with sweat.

With the uneven mountain roads, the fully imported Mercedes-Benz g500 demonstrates its powerful off-road ability. The four-wheel drive system keeps the body stable as the mountain road changes. The wide tires roll over the gravel on the road surface, and a "hissing" sound was heard; occasionally a splashing stone hit the body, and a crisp sound was heard.

The winding mountain road did not slow him down. He still drove forward at a speed of 65 feet up. On one side was a high cliff and on the other side was a bottomless valley. The two people on the back seat of the car were almost scared. After a long time, they trembled with their lips and said, "Boss Fang, can you slow down a little?"

"It's okay, I have a number."

Of course he had a clue. Not to mention the small mountain road, he would still have a hundred yards at the gate of hell. If it weren't for the rapid speed and too bumpy, he would have knocked the accelerator to the end.

The fifty-five-kilometer mountain road was driving for less than an hour, and I had already arrived at "Kejiagou" Township at 9:30 in the morning. As far as I could see, I was shocked, but shocked.

The mountains are beautiful, the rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and there are still clouds and mists that have not completely dissipated between the mountains. They are rolling between the mountains. Low stone houses are arranged in an orderly manner, looming between the mountains.

"The environment is really good. I guess many of the people living here are long-lived."

Guan Penghai, who was following him, said in a word: "It looks good, but many of the old people here have never come out of the mountain in their lifetime. And they are bored after living for a long time. Watching every day, there is no newness!"

He said that. In addition to the beautiful scenery, it is not only good to spend a vacation here. If it’s time, people can be crazy.

The place they are now parked is at the door of the township government. Maybe they heard the sound of the engine and three middle-aged men walked out of it.

"Who are you looking for?"

Fang Yuanshan glanced at Guan Penghai next to him. He took out a bag of cigarettes, opened it and handed it over and said with a smile: "Hello, I have an old friend living in this village, but I just don't know where his home is."

One of the men in a plaid shirt asked after taking the cigarette and lit it, "What's your friend's name?"

Guan Penghai said without blinking: "Call Guan Penghai"

"You don't have to look for it anymore. There is no such person in our village."

"That's right. When he left, I took notes and took them down. How could I get it wrong?" Guan Penghai murmured to himself with a look of disbelief on his face.

"It's impossible. There are only two big surnames in our town, one in Ke and the other in Qi; and some other surnames have absolutely no surnames in Guan. Think about it carefully."

Guan Penghai pretended to be thinking hard, then frowned and hesitated: "This is how I am. In the first few years, I encountered something in the inner Xinjiang. At that time, it was Guan Penghai who helped me overcome the difficulties. This time I came here to repay him. Can you think about it for me again?"

Another man smoked and asked, "If you say that, it is very likely that the other party left a fake name. If you tell us about the other party's appearance, you might be able to find it for you."

"Bang"

Guan Penghai patted his head and said excitedly: "It must be so. That big brother looks like a person who is kind and does not seek reward. Why did I forget that he might have used a fake name?" Guan Penghai, with a look of annoyance, then told the other party's appearance.

"There is a scar on the hands and a mole on the bridge of the nose..."

Hearing his words, the men in several towns thought for a while, and finally the man in the plaid shirt lit up and said, "I remember, isn't this characteristic of the children of Ke Lao San's family?"

"Yes, yes, I remembered what you said. There was a small mole on his nose. I heard that the scar on his right hand was caused by a membrane press in the city."

The men became more and more excited as they spoke. Then the leading man in the plaid shirt smiled and said, "His home is a bit far away, and there is still a long way to go." Then he looked at their big car and shook his head and said, "There are small paths on the back mountain, so this car cannot be driven."

After asking about the detailed journey, Fang Yuanshan took out the remaining half of the Chinese from the car and stuffed it into Guan Penghai's hands, asking him to be a human being.

After thanking a few people again, the three of them walked towards the deep mountains.

Unlike the road ahead to the village, although this sloppy path is also winding, the road surface is much flattering. Several people walked along the road and smelled the fragrance of trees in the mountains in their noses. He asked casually: "How many people are there in Ke Jingwu you mentioned?"

"They have three brothers in total. The eldest died of revenge in the martial arts world in his early years, and the second brother died in a tomb robbery operation, leaving only one of him."

"Will he be able to do it alone when he has a large tomb?"

"I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but I think it's the same as us. Of course, he will do the main technical work, and the rest of the things like equipment procurement, exploration, and sales should also have cooperation partners."

"Well, so that's it."

As several men in the village said, the road was very long, and a few people arrived at the village at 9:30, but they walked until eleven o'clock and saw what they said in the two-story stone building they mentioned in the mountains and forests in the distance.

Before I got closer, I saw two men sitting on the stone bench in front of the door drinking wine. There were several plates of wine and dishes placed on the same stone table, and they were drinking and chatting. In conjunction with the environment in the mountains, it felt very freehand.

Maybe he heard the movement here, the two men looked at each other at the same time. Fang Yuanshan's eyes were sharp, and he could see the faces of the two men through dozens of meters.

Unlike the simple faces of the mountain people, the faces of the two people with a large and small are full of the smell of martial arts. What surprised Fang Yuanshan was that the smell of blood was "saw" on the body of these two people.

"Who are you looking for?"

The man, who was fifty years old, put down his wine glass and chopsticks and stood up from the stool, and his right hand was tightly pressed against the trouser seam. Looking through the four-dimensional image, there was an extremely sharp knife in his palm; another man in his thirties and fair-skinned also stood up, with a knife in his palm.

Seeing the two of them nervously, Fang Yuanshan reached out to stop Guan Penghai and the others who were about to walk forward, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, two, we are here to just ask you something."

"Say, what's the matter!" The man, who was a little lighter and wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, asked with a look of alertness.

Fang Yuanshan laughed and said, "Look at us coming from afar, can we sit down and talk?"

After looking at each other, the two men next to the stone table followed the older one and said, "Xiao Wu, go into the house to bring stools for several guests."

Fang Yuanshan, who was smiling, was indeed amused in his heart, "It turns out that there is an old man who is in charge of commanding behind him."

When the chair was moved out, he thanked him and sat down.

The breeze was blowing, mixed with a faint fragrance of flowers, plants and trees; birds in the forest in the distance were chirping crisply, and the men sitting around the stone table didn't know what they were sitting and talking about!

"So it's you!"

After chatting for a few words, Ke Jingwu frowned and asked Wu Ruida and the others: "Is there anything wrong with you here?"

Guan Penghai glanced at Fang Yuanshan and smiled and said, "Brother Ke, please don't mind, this is the case." He followed Guan Penghai and told them directly about their purpose.

After he finished speaking, Ke Jingwu shouted loudly: "Get out, there is no map!"

The fifty-year-old man next to him was picking up the wine glass and putting it in his mouth. After hearing Guan Penghai's words, a gleam flashed in his eyes. He raised his head and cut Guan Penghai and the others with a knife-like look. He said in a gloomy tone: "You are the disciples of Wu Changming, the ghost of Wudu Mountain?"

When Guan Penghai heard the man's words, he was a little embarrassed and immediately became surprised and confused: "How did you... know?"

"How did I know? Humph that dead ghost taught two unworthy children and actually brought outsiders to the door where he walked. It's so outrageous."

When he heard that he not only called his master's name, but also had disrespect in his tone. Wu Ruida, who had always been like a good man, suddenly started to hurt people. His two fingers passed by the air like iron hooks, with a shadow.

"call"

"Bang"

The roar brought by the afterimage was cut off as soon as it started, and a ramming sound echoed in Fang Yuanshan's ears. When he looked closely, the old man holding the wine glass stretched out his left hand flat and blocked the "iron claw" that Wu Ruida waved towards his neck.

"I'll wipe..."

Fang Yuanshan, who was sitting next to him, his eyes were filled with surprise. Since he saw these two people, he has always regarded them as ordinary tomb robbers. He said something bad. Although he had no expression on the surface, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

But now it seems that what he encountered was not an ordinary tomb robber. Not only did he have a master's background, but he was also proficient in martial arts. Just listening to the sound just now, he knew that if the old man didn't stop him, half of his face might be torn off.

However, the matter was not over. Wu Ruida, when one move was blocked, pinched his right hand into a crane's beak and pecked at the palm of his hand. Looking at the blue veins raised on his arm, he had no doubt at all that even a stone slab in front could be shattered.

"The younger one is overestimating one's own abilities!"

The old man who was still talking to himself in his spare time, his left hand was as fast as lightning, and he held Wu Ruida's wrist and folded it and gave it to him. Wu Ruida, who was originally sitting on the stone bench, was pushed out in an ordinary way and fell four or five meters away.

"Bang"

Wu Ruida on the ground hit a small/legged green bamboo behind her. The slender bamboo leaves fluttered down, and his face was filled with shock.

Guan Penghai's face was also not good-looking, and he knew the best of Wu Ruida's skills. It was because of his clarity that he was even more shocked. The other party's skills were probably no less than his master who had been dead for many years.

Wu Ruida had already climbed up from the ground at this time, stood there and thought for a while, and then hesitated after walking over, "I heard from my father that he had a fellow disciple in his early years, but later he parted ways because of disagreement. I don't know you are..."

Fang Yuanshan, who was beside him, was already stunned at this time. It would be fine if he defeated him, but he even formed a relationship, which really made him feel a little amused and cry.

The old man ignored him and said, "There are no ancient tomb pictures here, you can go find them somewhere else!"

Guan Penghai looked at Fang Yuanshan, meaning that we have found the person for you, and it is nothing to do with us.

Fang Yuanshan nodded slightly, then looked at the two big and small. Since he just came out to meet, he discovered that these two people were not good at it, and it might be useless to reason.

"Bang"

Fang Yuanshan put the turned wine glass in his hand on the stone table and made a crisp sound. After attracting the attention of the two, a knife appeared in his palm, and then it appeared in his hand.

It really appeared and disappeared, because Ke Yitai and Ke Jingwu on the opposite side could not see how his sword disappeared or where it came from.

"Swoosh"

The knife, which was only five centimeters long, was suddenly "turned" by Fang Yuanshan. When it appeared again, it was already standing on a stone pillar several meters away, and the handle of the knife was still shaking tremblingly.

“…”

His move shocked the two men surnamed Ke on the opposite side, including Guan Penghai. Fang Yuanshan, who seemed "gentle" along the way, could not be seen as having unique skills.

Ke Jingwu was still immersed in shock just now, and suddenly remembered something, then quickly bent his hand upwards. After hooking, his face was no longer shocked, but was completely shocked: the flying knife in his sleeve disappeared.

"It's just a little trick!" Fang Yuanshan pointed his right hand at the flying knife on the stone pillar with a calm expression.

"Swoosh"

The flying knife that was just inserted into the stone pillar was caught between his fingers in a flash.
To be continued...