The closed disciple is the person who will inherit his mantle, and he may value him more than his own daughter. Now he has regained a new life with the help of Li Mo, his abilities have been recognized by everyone, and he and his family have finally been reunited. Only the descendant still makes him unable to let go.
These five people were just students of Li Mo, but Li Mo gave them the best platform to train them, just like his disciples.
"By the way, there is an assistant professor named Yun Xiuli from the University of Magic today who will work with you. I want to remind you to be more cautious when communicating with her."
The five of them looked at each other, implying that there was something wrong with the assistant professor from the University of Magic, but it was just not convenient for the teacher to say it clearly.
After breakfast, everyone boarded the plane and headed to Ghost Mountain. Less than ten minutes after they left, a long-haired woman in her early thirties, with a good appearance, entered Xiaowu Village under the leadership of Chen Xiaojun, carrying a bag and dragging a suitcase.
"Teacher Yun, Professor Li and others have already headed to Ghost Mountain. You need to settle down here first and wait for the helicopter to return before sending you there."
Chen Xiaojun said very politely.
"Did Professor Liu go there too? I am his assistant professor and I work beside him."
Yun Xiuli asked casually.
"There are still poisonous gases that have accumulated for hundreds of years in the caves on the Ghost Mountain. Although they have been treated, there may be residual gases, and a little bit may be inhaled accidentally. Later, Professor Liu felt unwell, and Professor Li was worried that he would have an accident. We urgently sent him to Kuncheng for a comprehensive examination."
Yun Xiuli looked at the dilapidated small mountain village, then looked at the tents set up outside and frowned slightly and asked, "Mr. Chen, will I stay here at night?"
Chen Xiaojun had the urge to slap her. What's wrong with living here? My junior uncle doesn't even dislike it, but you dislike it very much.
"Teacher Yun, we have been living in this tent these days. If you are not used to it, you can stay in a hotel in the town or go to a hotel in the county. The conditions here are simple, so we can only make do with it."
"Then help me book a hotel in the county and arrange a car for me, so that it will be more convenient for me to go back and forth."
Yun Xiuli gave the order very matter-of-factly, as if he should do it.
Chen Xiaojun laughed angrily and said: "Teacher Yun, are you here for tourism or work? If you are here for tourism, please do it yourself. I don't have that much time to receive you. If you are here for work, no Sorry, I'm only responsible for our boss's food, clothing, housing and transportation, and I don't take care of the rest. If you feel uncomfortable living here, you'd better go back and settle down for food and accommodation before coming here."
Yun Xiuli's face suddenly turned ugly.
"I want to see you Professor Li."
"The boss has already gone to Ghost Mountain to start work. He will take you there when the helicopter returns, and you will be able to see him naturally. I have other more important things, so I won't be here to accompany you."
After Chen Xiaojun said that, he turned around and left. This woman must have a bad mind. She's already here and she's still making excuses. A person with this kind of virtue still wants to climb up in Magic University, which is simply asking for death.
Yun Xiuli stamped her foot angrily, and then hurriedly took out her mobile phone to contact her, but there was a message on the other end of the phone that she could not connect temporarily, and she was a little dumbfounded.
"Sister, are you an archaeological expert from afar?"
There was a backpack behind Wu Sanbing, which contained dewy herbs. He looked at the suitcase in Yun Xiuli's hand and smiled: "It's true, it's the same as the suitcase brought by Professor Liu, with the university's emblem on it. Let’s go and sit at my house. Professor Li has been eating, drinking and staying at my house these days.”
Yun Xiuli originally thought that the smell of sweat on this rough man was too unpleasant, but when she heard that Li Mo was eating and drinking at his house, and because she was the first to arrive, her eyes darkened, so she followed Wu Sanbing toward his house by accident. go.
"What's your name?"
Wu Sanbing had a simple and honest smile on his face, a very simple mountain village man.
"The last name is Yun."
"It turns out to be Professor Yun. They are all great scholars and experts from universities who have come from afar. They are very powerful."
Yun Xiuli was even happier. This rough guy's words of 'Professor Yun' touched her heart, and her favorable impression of him immediately improved a lot.
"How do I call you?"
Wu Sanbing turned to look at her and smiled: "I have lived in the village all my life, and people in the village call me Sanbing."
Yun Xiuli immediately smiled: "San C, I'm a little tired, please help me carry the suitcase."
Wu Sanbing nodded repeatedly and said, "I only have one strength left, so I'll get it."
"San C, I came late. Did Professor Li and the others find any treasures?"
"Of course there is. Yesterday we used a helicopter to load a lot of treasures back. I heard there were forty or fifty boxes. I have more than a dozen boxes stored at home. When we were eating last night, I heard Professor Li talking about the ghost mountain. There are so many treasures that I can’t count them as fast as I can pick them up. I haven’t even had time to count the ones piled up in my house. Professor Yun, I’ve heard about it too. In fact, I don’t understand anything, so don’t laugh at me.”
"Is there anyone at home guarding those treasures?"
"Who dares to touch what Professor Li put there? Besides, there are a group of soldiers stationed on the other side of the river."
Yun Xiuli followed Wu Sanbing to his house. When she opened the door, she saw wooden boxes stacked together. Judging from the aging of those wooden boxes, they must have been hundreds of years old.
"Professor Yun, I'm so sorry. Our house is small to begin with, but now it's full. I'll bring you a stool. You can sit down and rest for a while."
"OK."
Yun Xiuli was a little unhappy again and asked herself to sit outside. Was she burying herself?
"Brother San C, what are you doing? Another batch of supplies has arrived. Hurry up and help carry it."
Someone shouted from the roadside.
"Come on, come on, I'll be there soon." Wu Sanbing responded quickly, then turned to Yun Xiuli and said sheepishly, "Professor Yun, I'm really sorry, I'll go first and come back."
Before she could speak, Wu Sanbing left in a hurry.
Yun Xiuli hesitated to speak, then her eyes fell on the wooden boxes all over the room. With so many wooden boxes, how many antique treasures could be stored? If they could be taken away quietly, it would be an unimaginable wealth if they were changed hands. .
The greed in her mind suddenly aroused, and the fire that started a prairie fire grew stronger and stronger. Then she walked to a wooden box and opened it. It contained sets of lancets. He immediately closed it and opened a wooden box again. It was also a Qing Dynasty standard sword.
It is impossible to take this thing out, and even if it is a complete antique sword from the Qing Dynasty, it will not be too expensive even if it goes to auction. It is not the imperial sword of Emperor Qianlong, such as the Nine Dragons Sword in Li Mo's hand, the Baihong Sword, etc. , that estimate is in the billions, it’s scary to think about it.
Yun Xiuli walked out of the house and looked around. No one was there. She immediately returned to the house and opened the third wooden box. It was also a sword, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. When she opened the fourth wooden box, there were swords underneath, but there was also a small square wooden box. After opening the small wooden box, my eyes immediately lit up and my breathing became rapid.
It was a bowl, a carmine red enamel bowl with thousand-leaf lotus pattern.
Yun Xiuli stretched out her hand and took out the bowl from the small wooden box. It was very beautiful. Even her, who knew nothing about antiques, her first impression was that this bowl must be an antique, and it should be worth a lot of money.
"Professor Yun, are you still there?"
Wu Sanbing's voice rang outside. Yun Xiuli was so frightened that she quickly put the rouge red bowl back into the small wooden box, then closed the lid of the wooden box and stood up and walked out.
"San C, I'm here. I was too tired and just sat down for a while."
"Professor Yun, there is a lot of work over there. I just came back to tell you that you should rest first."
"Okay, go get busy."
