"I once heard from my grandpa that ancient emperors valued their cemeteries very much, even more than the palaces they lived in during their lifetimes, because they believed that houses were only for a few decades, while tombs should be kept there forever. On."
After Ye Xiaowu finished speaking, she looked around and frowned, because it was hard for her to imagine that an emperor would regard this place as his final destination.
"Really? If you think about it carefully, what else did your grandfather say?" Han Rubing asked quickly.
"My grandpa also said that a white tiger will fly flat when surrounded by water, and a green dragon will always be rich and noble when surrounded by mountains." Ye Xiaowu said.
"What do you mean by this?" Cheng Wanling asked, blinking.
"The best cemetery requires a white tiger surrounded by water and a green dragon surrounded by mountains. A white tiger surrounded by water can make a fortune from scratch, and a green dragon surrounded by mountains can keep this wealth."
"Oh, it's easy to talk about White Tiger. Isn't that over there the White Tiger Mountain?" Han Rubing pointed in the direction of the White Tiger Mountain. The shape of the mountain does look like a tiger, and there happens to be a river around it, which is exactly what Ye Xiaowu said. Taming the white tiger.
But she searched around with her binoculars, and found that none of the nearby mountains seemed to have anything to do with Qinglong. Not only did they not have the slightest similarity in appearance, even their names had nothing to do with dragons.
"Where is the Qinglong? Maybe if we can find the Qinglong, we can find the location of the ancient tomb." Han Rubing said to herself, her body slowly turning with the telescope, but there was no mountain that could make her feel peaceful. Associations related to Qinglong.
"Oh, what about white tiger and blue dragon? I don't understand. Let's find a way to arrest people first. If we arrest someone and ask, it will be clear." Cheng Wanling said anxiously. After burrowing in the jungle for a long time, she had already I'm bored and want to have some fun.
"The problem is, if we can't find the approximate location of the ancient tomb, we won't be able to meet other tomb robbers. Those tomb robbers are experienced and must have found the entrance to the ancient tomb. Maybe they are carrying a large number of cultural relics outside." Han Rubing said anxiously.
She felt distressed at the thought that a large number of priceless cultural relics would be lost overseas under her nose.
"Sister Ru Bing, Peng Zhan, what's wrong, a cloud of white fog is rolling towards us, let's get out of the way!" Ye Xiaowu suddenly pointed at a large cloud of white fog and shouted anxiously.
Among the rolling mountains and forests, clouds of white mist are like giant marshmallows, floating around aimlessly. This is a very common scene.
Peng Zhan had long seen the white mist rolling towards them, but he didn't pay attention to it at all.
At most, the mist only wets their clothes. Anyway, there are several sets of clothes for everyone hidden in the dragon blood ring. At worst, they can just change to another set.
Han Rubing's thoughts were obviously similar to Peng Zhan's. She didn't think that a soft, delicious-looking white mist could cause any harm to them and even moisturize their skin.
Seeing that Peng Zhan and the others did not realize the seriousness of the problem, Ye Xiaowu could only shout loudly: "This is not an ordinary white mist, it is a mountain sore, and it is harmful!"
After saying that, Ye Xiaowu took the lead and started running. Seeing Ye Xiaowu's reaction, Peng Zhan and the others had no choice but to follow suit.
The white mist actually seemed to be conscious. When Peng Zhan and the others started running, they also speeded up instantly. If Peng Zhan and the others hadn't had good movement skills, they might have been swallowed by it.
When the white mist rolled past them, Peng Zhan and the others were shocked to find that wherever it passed, the vegetation withered and turned black, and the small animals that had no time to escape turned into a pile of foul-smelling carrion.
"How could this happen? What exactly is mountain sore?" This was the first time Peng Zhan heard this statement and he quickly asked Ye Xiaowu.
"Do you think a big mountain only includes the visible mountains and forests? It also includes the spiritual energy flowing on them, and many mountains with heavier spiritual energy can control the air, magnetic field and other things near them." Ye Xiaowu explained.
"Is there such a thing?" Han Rubing said in disbelief.
"Grandpa said that a mountain is like a person. To be more precise, it is more like a god. It not only has its own consciousness, but also has a certain self-healing ability. However, this self-healing cycle is too long, far beyond the human lifespan. , so people can't feel it, so they think the mountain is just standing there, letting humans do whatever they want." Ye Xiaowu said.
"Well, that seems to be true. What is the mountain sore you just mentioned?" Han Rubing nodded. She felt that Ye Xiaowu had not answered Peng Zhan's question that she was also very concerned about, so she asked again.
