"Not afraid!" Xia Qing shook his head.

When the bone was lifted out, Wang Xing took a step back. He stood in front of Xia Qing, tilted his body and turned backwards toward this side.

Huo Jiuting pulled Xia Qing, changed from his right hand to his left hand, and with his arm, Xia Qing's body pressed against his waist.

Huo Jiuting's height is more than 1.8 meters tall, and Xia Qing is short and his head is only higher than his waist.

"If you are afraid, get out. Why are you afraid of a few bones? I don't know if you almost hit someone?" Huo Jiuting grabbed Wang Xing's neck with his right hand and lifted him back. Wang Xing was not short, only half a head lower than Huo Jiuting, and he threw it directly into the rice field.

"Who are you? Where are you standing? What does it have to do with you? Who did I hit you? Did you hit you?" Wang Xing was not a good person, so he got up and fisted at Huo Jiuting.

Huo Jiuting probably had never encountered such a thing. Since he could remember, he had never been so impulsive, and no one dared to turn it in front of him. He was so angry that he smiled.

Seeing that his fist was about to be close to Huo Jiuting's nose, he leaned back and made a move like lightning, slamming Wang Xing's arm, "Looking for death!"

With a cracking sound, Wang Xing screamed and howled through the sky, and Huo Jiuting kicked it out, and Wang Xing flew back like a meteor rushing to the moon, and fell into the pit of the paddy field he had climbed up before.

Huo Jiuting let go of Xia Qing, walked towards Wang Xing with a dark face.

Two men in black came nearby, standing with their arms in a place not far away, with their eyes falling on Wang Xing, as if they were looking at a dead person.

Shen Shouxian's legs were trembling. He knew that he should rush over to stop him at this time, but he just didn't dare.

Feng Mingsheng was also anxious. He brought Shen Shouxian with him. If there was any problem with his students, he would not be able to explain. Besides, being able to follow Shen Shouxian to run outside must have some identity background, otherwise he would be so arrogant?

The key is, who can’t help but run to this master?

Xu Dajun saw this scene. He must have no idea about the identity of the Ninth Master in the capital, and he didn't need to know. He just needed to know that Xia Qing was the one guarded by this Ninth Master.

Wang Xing sat in the field, his wrist hurt so hard that his whole body was sweating coldly. Fortunately, he was still very clear-headed, "You, please wait for labor and capital, and kill you another day!"

Huo Jiuting squatted down, his voice was as quiet as a lover's whisper, "Take me to death? I'm waiting, who is your father? Is it Wang Tan?"

"It's good to know!" Wang Xing's tears were almost falling, but in front of Huo Jiuting, he held back, "This time I went out in a hurry and didn't take anyone. You can wait. No matter where you hide, you can hide from the monk, can you hide from the temple?"

Wang Xing did not ask Huo Jiuting's name because Feng Mingsheng was still there. He did not dare not tell him Huo Jiuting's identity.

Huo Jiuting felt it was fun, so he stood up and took a step back. Feng Mingsheng dared to come up and pulled Wang Xing up, not daring to say a word, and asked Xu Dajun to arrange someone to take him to see a doctor.

Seeing the man in black hidden in the mountains and forests, Wang Xing bared his teeth in pain and said very tough, "Aren't you just a few bodyguards? If you can't afford to hire me at home, why? This time, I want him to kneel down and call me dad!"

Xu Dajun looked at Wang Xing with a fool's look. When he arrived at the roadside, he threw him to his subordinates and hurried back to the grave.

Grandpa Zhao Yougui's coffin had fallen into a pit and the soil was buried. Here, the old monk was not buried. The old Taoist pointed to the temple where half of the ruins were left as the tomb of the old monk. He couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, don't worry, everything is God's will, how can humans change it?"

The old Taoist priest dared not think about it if he was against the will of heaven!

The old monk failed and was backfired.

Something happened to Professor Chen’s student. He was about to leave, but when the villagers were digging the graves, the hoe hit a stone slab, and he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to.

That night, the stone slab was opened, and a stone chamber of about fifty square meters appeared in front of everyone. There was a coffin made of nanmu, with a stone table in front of the coffin, a gold incense burner in the middle, and a gold candlestick on both sides.

How could there be a cemetery in this place?

Zhao Yougui invited the oldest man in the village to come. The old man was in his eighties and leaned on a crutch, his teeth were all gone, and he spoke vaguely, "There was a temple here before. It was called the Niangniang Temple a long time ago. There was no one in the temple. Later, a monk from the side moved in. When did he die? I can't remember it. He said he was buried here when he died."

"He is very poor and often begs for alms everywhere. Everyone knows that he is poor. It is the boss of the Zhao family who did good deeds and buried him. There is no such thing as changing the grave. I have never heard of it."

The Temple of the Imperial Palace? It’s right next to this tomb. Is it said that the tomb guardian lives inside?

If so, then who is this empress? Under normal circumstances, shouldn’t an emperor’s concubine be buried in the concubine’s garden?

The terrain here is very high, and the stone chamber is three meters deep under Zhao Yougui's grandfather's coffin, and no groundwater seeps up. The color of the nanmu coffin is still fresh, and there is no dirt on the pure gold candlesticks and incense burners. When the flashlight shines, there is still light reflection.

"Jiu Master, you see, can this break the era?" Feng Mingsheng was particularly excited.

"Does this still need to be seen? I guess, it will be the Qing Dynasty at the latest." Wang Xing's arm was hung on his chest, and after his wrist was broken, he was wrapped in plaster. He lost his previous romantic temperament. He looked very embarrassed and said in an extremely rude way, "I said it wrong, I will crawl back."

Xia Qing sneered, "You bet with my senior brother that you can crawl back now. In the Han Dynasty, the tomb of the guard Zifu, the guard of Emperor Wu, the emperor."

"What? Haha!" Wang Xing laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, "Everyone said that he was a child with yellow mouth. I just saw it today. Little sister, have you been weaned?"

"Who is your sister?" Xia Qing raised his eyebrows, "I didn't recognize all the words, and I'm also a graduate student in archaeology. Are graduate students of Jiangshi University who pay for money?"

Chen Shouxian's face looked ugly, but he couldn't attack a child, so he asked the old Taoist priest, "The disciple of the sect is sharp-tongued, what kind of kung fu is this practice?"

The old Taoist priest smiled and touched his sparse beard with few strands. "I can't do anything about it. Her senior brother doesn't want to say a word, he's so mean!"
Chapter completed!