Tomb robber: No more pretending, I am Faqiu Tianguan

Xie Lianhuan left, very dashingly gone.

After drinking the bottle of good wine, the cei bottle, which had the style of an ancient chivalry, flicked the hem of the shabby trench coat, leaving a dashing back.

Along with Xie Lianhuan, there were also black shadows that silently came out of the firelight everywhere, those were the dead warriors that Xie Lianhuan had cultivated over the years.

Now, it’s time for them to retire.

As for what their future holds after this… No one knows about it except themselves.

These people are no longer normal human beings, and they are outliers in the society of human order.

Perhaps, they will find a deserted area to live in seclusion and not ask about the world.

Maybe… They will choose to cut themselves off in the near future.

Whether it was the incident that Xie Jiuye had done more than thirty years ago, or some of the things that remained under this land that were burned now.

When they did these things, the land was doomed to have no place for them again.

“Respect you, honor your silent efforts to fight over the past few decades!”

Jiang Nan took out a bottle of wine from the air again out of thin air, his eyes were a little confused, looking at the backs of these people leaving, and said softly.

“And… Honors! No matter what you did to the Nine Gates in the past, you will always be the greatest person in this country for hundreds of years! ”

Opening a bottle of white wine again, Jiang Nan leaned over and looked at the dark area within a radius of three kilometers, spilling the wine from the sky, and his expression was a little serious.

This is the first time that Jiangnan has used honorifics for a person.

Back then, after the body was transported out of Banai Village in Gui Province in a special way, Xie Jiuye was chased and killed and cornered, and was helped by the dog Wuye in Hangcheng.

In the end, the fifth master of the dog hid the body in the Southern Song Dynasty Mausoleum with the plan of the golden cicada to get rid of the shell.

That is, now this land full of fire is the imperial tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty!

The body was originally left to negotiate at the most difficult times.

Now that everything has been carried out smoothly, it is almost time for the One to rest in peace.

As for handing it over… No one is that stupid!

At this moment, Jiang Nan’s confused eyes suddenly became a little annoyed, and he slapped his forehead, he almost forgot an important thing!

Still with the palm overturned, Jiang Nan took out a … An iron pimple full of rust with a faint fragrance!

“This… Isn’t this the kind of iron figurine fragments we found in Banai? ”

Wu Xie, who had just finished reading a letter left by Xie Lianhuan, originally wanted to sigh a few words in a complicated mood, looked at what Jiang Nan suddenly took out, and asked puzzled.

“You don’t understand… This is the last piece of the puzzle. ”

However, Jiang Nan only smiled slightly, some things were too sensitive to explain.

The black knife appeared out of thin air, peeling off the iron sheet with superb technique without injuring the long-dead flesh and blood tissue inside.

Because of the special embalming measures, although the flesh and blood inside have long been stiff, there are no traces of decay.

Jiang Nan threw this piece of flesh and blood into the increasingly fierce sea of fire.

This is what Jiang Nan found in the deep mountains before he left by words and deeds to force Panma.

This is an iron figurine that Panma stole when Xie Jiuye’s team left.

As for the fate of Panma… Before Wu Erbai left, he personally solved that guy.

In the end, the archaeological team killed by several people in Nian Panma by the lake are all the young generation of Jiumen!

Although those people have been brainwashed to serve ‘him’, even if they clean up the portal, it is not the turn of this outsider to do it!

Things have come to this point and everything is over.

For Jiangnan, in a short period of time, except for the little brother’s affairs, there are no other things that need to be paid attention to.

As for the martial arts…

Digesting the information left by Lianhuan, dealing with the mess left by Wusan Province, and even tracing the past of the little brother will cost him a lot of energy and time.

Thinking about it, for a long time in the future, Wuxie will live a life of exhaustion and anxiety.

For a person, physical fatigue is far less than mental pressure.

And the saddest thing, the heart knot this kind of thing, outsiders can not help, can only rely on themselves.

Early the next morning, after the rare hangover Jiang Nan sobered up, he briefly explained the matter of Changsha City, and then caught the first flight back to Sijiu City.

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The peaceful days passed for a long time, and when Jiang Nan saw the little brother again, it was already a matter of years.

This day, the fifteenth day of the new year, is a good day.

In Jiangnan’s residence, Yin Nanfeng and Hongxia and the others have left, leaving space and time to the silent two.

Perhaps it was the difference that was imminent, and the little brother who had never drunk asked for a bottle of wine, frowned and took a sip.

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Obviously, this taste brother does not like it.

“Why bother, if you can’t drink it, don’t drink it, it’s just ten years, and it’s not a parting of life and death, why is it so tragic?”

Seeing this, Jiang Nan rolled his eyes and said angrily.

“During this time, I have been staying in Meto in western Xinjiang.”

The little brother is very in line with the character’s self-talk, and simply tells his experience during this time.

“Saffron flowers? I knew that when you recovered your memory, you would go back there, and the most important woman in your life would be buried among the Tibetan flowers. ”

Jiang Nan Moran, he had read about the Tibetan Sea Flower and knew that this place in Metuo was quite a special place for the little brother.

In the northernmost part of Meto, on the border, deep in the Himalayas, there is a snowy mountain that is inaccessible to people.

The mountain is closed for at least half of the year, and there is an ancient temple on the mountain.

The little brother’s biological mother died from the Tibetan sea flower near this temple.

Jiangnan once visited it from far away, and to this day, three braziers are lit in the front yard of this temple, and there is a sculpture of the little brother in the backyard.

Of course, this is another story, deep in the Himalayas, on the Nibo side, there are many secrets.

For example, another giant bronze door, for example, the mysterious Cambaro tribe.

Decades ago, there were some interesting stories that happened there, and it is a huge story to tell, see the Tibetan Sea Flowers for details!

The little brother just said it casually, and did not mean to elaborate.

“I said goodbye to the fat man and innocence before I came, I should go, Jiangnan, give me a ride, ten years later, I still need you to pick me up.”

After a simple small talk, after glancing at the time, the little brother stood up and sorted out his carry-on equipment.

“Good!”

Jiang Nan did not hold back, and picked up the key to the off-road vehicle that had been prepared a long time ago.

Feeling this kind of thing, Jiang Nan really felt more and more that it was a divine technique against the sky!

In the morning, Jiang Nan had a faint premonition that the little brother would come to visit today, which made people prepare for a long trip early.

The two drove to the Changbai Mountain Range again, crossed the Erdaobai River, and came to Yingshan Village at the foot of the Changbai Mountain Range again.

Jiang Nan and Xiao Ge are both bold artists, and the cruel environment here has little impact on the two.

After storing the car here, replenishing some living materials, and saying goodbye to their acquaintance Junzi, the two stepped into the Changbai Mountain Range.

By the time the two of them came to the bronze door of the crack in the ground of the Three Sacred Peaks again, it was already three days later.

When the two arrived here, a crack had already opened in the bronze gate, and the group of Yin soldiers had been waiting in front of the door for a long time.

The little brother silently changed into ancient armor, with a black knife hanging from his waist, dragging the ghost seal in his hand, and walked into the specially reserved position in the team.

“This time, won’t you come in together?”

Captain Yin looked at Jiang Nan sitting on the steps with a bit of curiosity on his stiff cheeks, and asked in ancient language.

“No, what I want to know has been known a year ago, and there is no need to go in again.”

“Ten years later, I will come here again to pick up my brother and take it home, and witness you by the way… Return to the ruins. ”

Jiang Nan lit a cigarette, exhaled a puff of mist mixed with smoke and water mist, and shook his head.

It is worth mentioning that Gangnam also answers in an ancient language with strange pronunciation.

Jiangnan also stayed in it for half a year, the language used for existence and communication inside is all this ancient language, no matter how bad Jiangnan’s language talent is, under the influence of this environment, this language can also be learned.

“Good!”

Without saying a word, the Yin Soldier Captain led the team into the darkness inside the bronze door.

Before leaving, the little brother smiled slightly at Jiang Nan, who waved goodbye, and finally stepped into the world inside the door.

The strange mist began to dissipate, the ancient trumpet stopped, the bronze door slowly closed in the sound of earth-shaking friction, and the world inside the door was separated from the outside world again.

Everything was calm again, and the ancient and mysterious bronze door seemed to have never been opened.

Jiang Nan sat in place and didn’t know how many cigarettes he smoked, and when the sound of wings flapping was already faintly heard in his ears, he stood up.

“Well, twenty-eight-nine people, why are you still like a little girl, shy? Do you still have this emotion? ”

“It’s not early, eldest nephew, we should go back, and come here in ten years to pick up the little brother and go home.”

Jiang Nan slowly came to the crack where he left at that time, and patted the shoulder of Wu Xie who quietly followed all the way and hid in the shadows.

Wu Xie’s tracking skills are undoubtedly not up to par, and Jiang Nan and Xiao Ge have long discovered his traces.

Along the way, if it weren’t for the help of the two from time to time, with the situation of martial arts, Bachengzhen would have stayed in the snowy mountains as a popsicle.

“For people like you and the stuffy oil bottle, ten years is a trivial time, and for ordinary people like me, it is not an ordinary length!”

Gathering his good feelings, Wu Xie took one last look at the closed bronze door and left here with Jiang Nan’s footsteps.

“Zhang Qiling, see you in ten years!”

Steal the pen, end!

Sea of sand, open!