"Suddenly I remembered something. My cat should be well fed. In this way, there is a thatched house three hundred meters north of the tea garden. When the rain stops, you can come and find me."
After the old lady finished speaking, she got out of the tent and followed her out to see him off.
Seeing that Xiaoxuan's face didn't look good, I asked her in a low voice what was wrong?
Xiaoxuan grabbed my hand, looked at me and said seriously: "Yunfeng, this old woman has definitely killed many people. I can feel it from her eyes that we need to stay away from her."
"Don't worry, Xiaoxuan. If you get to know her, it shouldn't be a big problem."
The head came back soon, and I hurriedly asked the head about the old woman's condition.
After sitting down, he frowned and said, "I didn't expect that we would meet her in Huangshi. Her real name is Xu Zhaodi, nicknamed Black Cat Girl. When she was young, she was the main support staff of Xiao Yangjun, the tomb robber king in Guanzhong."
I asked doubtfully: "I know the leader, Nan Luo Bei Yao, but why haven't I heard of this Guanzhong tomb robber king Xiao Yang Jun? Even if there is a tomb robber king, shouldn't it be Master Yao?"
In today's world, I think no one can be better than Master Yao in terms of professional skills, and Boutou and I can't compare to him technically.
The Star Feng Shui technique mastered by Master Yao is a real practical skill, it is not something to brag about. Therefore, he is recognized as the tomb robber king of our northern sect!
There is a saying that he was shot in June 2014. On the surface, I definitely believe the rumors circulating in society, but in my heart...
Tell me a little tidbit.
In July of the same year, one month after Master Yao was shot, a person named "Li Yuzhong" suddenly appeared on the list of members of a big-name archaeological team... I've clicked on this topic until now, I believe you understand. I understand.
Master Yao's skills can equal one to a hundred. I don't mean to say that there are no outstanding figures in the archaeological team. Of course there are, and they are also practical. However, they are bound by rules within the system, such as a large tomb in a certain place. , according to the process, there will be a meeting for three days.
And these three days were enough for the tomb robbers to get in first and sell the things on the black market.
He asked me for a cigarette to cheer me up.
He held the cigarette between his head and said with a smile: "Yunfeng, these are people from nearly forty years ago. How old are you? I don't know. It's normal. Master Yao is known as the tomb robber king outside Guan Guan. This Yang Jun can be called the tomb robber king in Guan Zhong. In the past, he mainly operated in Baoji and Shangluo areas, but he has been dead for more than thirty years, and even I have almost forgotten him."
Brother Yu asked curiously: "Boss, then this man named Yang Jun also belonged to our northern sect?"
"No!"
Holding a cigarette between his head, he explained: "Strictly speaking, little Yang Jun was a true descendant of the Guanshan lineage."
"Guanshan Taibao?!" I said in surprise.
Most of the so-called Guanshan Taibao are tomb robbers who use their identities as Taoist monks as cover. They have their own set of tomb robbing techniques. As far as I know, the Guanshan and Xiling lineages have been involved in the tomb robbery as early as three hundred years ago. Died, now the big faction! There are only northern and southern factions!
He nodded and said: "Yes Yunfeng, little Yang Jun's ancestor is the famous monk tomb robber, Yang Lian Zhenjia."
I gasped.
No wonder it’s so powerful!
It turns out that this little Yang Jun from decades ago belonged to a famous family with unique skills passed down from his ancestors!
At this time, seeing that the rain outside was a little lighter, he raised his head and reminded us: "Go over to find her later. You guys should be more respectful to the old lady. This black cat lady is my equal. Don't think she is old now. Then Her skills are probably still there, in our time, there were not even a hundred but eighty men who died at her hands."
Half an hour later, the rain stopped completely. It was around five o'clock in the morning and the sky was still dark. A group of us found the thatched hut and called the door with our heads up.
After some negotiation, the old lady led us to a secret place.
The black cat with the copper bell hanging around its neck was very humane. It lay on the old woman's shoulder and kept staring at Xiaoxuan all the way.
Suddenly, the black cat jumped from the old woman's shoulder to Xiaoxuan's shoulder!
We stopped, and Xiaoxuan didn't dare to act rashly.
