Words were no proof. Whether it was a mule or a horse, it had to be brought out for a walk.
Under the old Taoist's invitation, Yang Jian followed the master and disciple for only a few thousand feet. Then Liu Ya took them to a pile of rocks at the foot of the mountain.
The old Taoist began to dig. On the flat ground without any abnormalities, he really found an ancient tomb that had been hidden for many years.
The old Taoist did not dare to take the gold and silver from the tomb in front of Yang Jian. This was only to prove Liu Ya's talent. He filled the soil again and again with shovel after shovel.
Yang Jian noticed that the old Taoist's method of shoveling and returning the soil was very special.
He did not use much strength when digging, but he could go straight up and down as if it was effortless.
After filling the soil, there was no trace left on the ground. Not even a few blades of grass were broken.
Yang Jian admired in his heart. There were indeed all kinds of strange things in the vast Untainted Land.
Seeing that the master and disciple really relied on tomb robbing for a living, and hearing the old Taoist swear that they only took the dusty treasures and never touched the bodies of the dead, Yang Jian did not want to care about them.
He did not expect that his first act of chivalry turned out to be a misunderstanding.
"In that case, I have offended you before. I will …" Yang Jian cupped his hands and said goodbye without any hesitation.
"Hey! Immortal, please wait, please wait! "
The old Taoist quickly grabbed Yang Jian's arm and winked at Liu Ya to run over and hug Yang Jian's thigh. The master and disciple were relying on Yang Jian.
The old Taoist laughed and said, "Immortal, you must have amazing immortal skills. We came here because we got a treasure map and know that there is a big tomb here! If you can go with us, you might be able to get the immortal treasures! "
Yang Jian naturally sneered at this. He was the disciple of Yuding Zhenren, the eldest disciple of Miao Zhenggenhong of the Three Schools of Taoism. How could he do such a thing as tomb robbing!
However, the old Taoist inadvertently said something that made Yang Jian have to think about it seriously …
"There is a word 'Wu' written on the treasure map. I don't know what it means."
Wu?
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.
He first suspected that the tomb that the grandfather and grandson were looking for was the resting place of the Battle Shaman.
However, the resting place of the Battle Shaman was in a desert outside the mystic realm. It was tens of thousands of miles away from here, but the old Taoist said that the tomb was in this mystic realm …
That Battle Shaman had fallen in this world. Perhaps there was an ancient battlefield here, and other experts of the Wu people had fallen!
The Blood Essence of Wu people was a great supplement for his Eight Nine Mysteries. Naturally, Yang Jian was tempted by this opportunity.
Although tomb raiding … wasn't something that couldn't be changed.
"If you want me to work with you, then show me the treasure map." Yang Jian made his request.
"Exalted Immortal, you did not use your powers to force us to hand over the treasure map. This shows that Exalted Immortal has a good character and is a man of his word. Why don't we discuss this somewhere else? "
The old Daoist priest flattered him, and Yang Jian felt a little smug.
In a daze, Yang Jian was pulled back to the town by the old Daoist priest and pushed by Liu Ya. They found a restaurant and sat in a private room.
Before Yang Jian could make up his mind, he had already been dragged onto the pirate ship by the grandfather and grandson.
It was as if the old Daoist priest had forgotten that Yang Jian had ambushed him with a kick. Soon, he became familiar with Yang Jian.
The old Daoist priest looked left and right mysteriously. He pushed a tattered drawing to Yang Jian's hand and instructed Liu Ya to stay there. He smiled and said, "Exalted Immortal, I'll go prepare a few things that I need. Please take care of Liu Ya here."
"I … Alright." Yang Jian rubbed his glabella and did not suspect anything else.
A waiter brought a few dishes to the table. Liu Ya seemed to have been hungry for a few days and immediately began to eat.
When Yang Jian saw Liu Ya, he thought of his sister, Xiao Chan, when she was so young, and his heart softened.
However, Xiao Chan was much more 'gentle' than Liu Ya. She ate in small bites and would not sit on a chair shaking her feet. She even buried her face in the bowl.
"Slow down, don't choke."
Yang Jian said warmly and patted Liu Ya's thin back.
But suddenly, Yang Jian's palm paused.
"Liu Ya? Your teeth don't hurt anymore? "
"Uh … Burp!"
Liu Ya, who was eating with her head lowered, rolled her eyes. Then, she looked up at Yang Jian and giggled. Her face was covered in vegetable oil. "Actually, it doesn't hurt that much … Hehe …"
Yang Jian's face was a little gloomy. Liu Ya was so scared that she quickly sat up straight and looked at Yang Jian pitifully.
"Is that old Daoist really your master?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Yang Jian said, "How do you plan to plot against me?"
"Plot … What is it?" Liu Ya looked up at Yang Jian innocently.
Yang Jian caught the flicker in her eyes. He did not say anything and began to plan in his heart.
At this moment, the old Daoist seemed to have deliberately lured him over. There were no flaws in the entire process.
However, whether it was the old Daoist begging for mercy or kowtowing, he did it too naturally …
Also, the old Daoist poured out a pile of 'goods' from the tattered cloth bag. That should have been very important to the master and disciple, but the old Daoist did not look at those things from the beginning to the end …
There was indeed a problem!
Yang Jian's heart trembled. He did not dare to believe Liu Ya's words easily. He asked, "Where are your parents?"
"I, I'm an orphan." Liu Ya pouted and her face was full of melancholy. She said in a low voice, "My master said that he dug me out of the coffin when I was still a baby."
Yang Jian's fingers trembled. Liu Ya was only four or five years old. When she said this, the sadness and depression in her eyes made Yang Jian's heart clench.
"How old are you this year?" Yang Jian's voice softened again.
He did not know why he asked this question, but he still asked it.
"Hehe, four years old!"
"Tell me the truth!" Yang Jian pretended to be angry. "Do you really think I can't tell?"
Liu Ya shrunk her neck and said bitterly, "Alright, don't hit me. I'm seven years old this year … It's just that my body hasn't grown for four or five years. Master said that I'm congenitally deficient. I might be like this in the future, and my mind can only be maintained at six or seven years old …"
"Hmph!"
Yang Jian was annoyed. He had actually fallen for the old Daoist's trick!
He opened the map and found that the broken map did not seem to be fake. Yang Jian had some impression of the terrain depicted on it. It seemed to be a place that he had passed by before.
"Are you master and disciple plotting against me?"
"No, no, no! Immortal, you've misunderstood. How could we dare to harm you? " Liu Ya pursed her lips and her eyes turned red. "My master, he … might not come back this time … Just leave me here. I'll go find him myself."
Yang Jian could not help but frown. "What do you mean?"
"He just wants to get rid of me." Liu Ya pretended to be fine. Although she was six or seven years old, she seemed to have seen all kinds of situations in the world. She had a kind of heart-wrenching maturity.
She picked up her chopsticks and continued to eat, as if she did not take these things to heart.
Yang Jian was silent for a while. Liu Ya did not say anything and just ate.
After a while, Liu Ya took the initiative to speak …
"He thinks I'm a burden."
Liu Ya wiped the grease from her mouth and said in a low voice, "He's already gotten rid of me a few times. Anyway, I know which shops he often goes to to sell the things he dug up. I'll wait for him here. I'll definitely be able to wait."
"Wait for me. I'll go catch that old man!"
Yang Jian got up and was about to look for the old Taoist. However, looking at Liu Ya's small figure, he could not bear it.
He could not bear to leave, and he could not bear to leave her alone here. For a moment, he did not know what to do or say.
…
A moment ago, at the entrance of the town.
The old Taoist with disheveled hair and a dirty face walked out sneakily. He looked around and then chuckled, full of pride.
The old Taoist took large strides and walked on the road, as if he was relieved of a heavy burden.
In a trance, a gust of wind blew past and the old Taoist disappeared. The passers-by did not notice anything at all.
However, on a white cloud directly above, the middle-aged Taoist who was meditating with his eyes closed opened his eyes. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his figure also disappeared.
A moment later, at the entrance of the town.
The old Taoist who had mysteriously disappeared reappeared on the main road with his head hung low.
Just like before he left, the pedestrians and vendors seemed to be blind. No one looked at the old man.
The old Taoist limped with his hands behind his back and an angry expression on his face. He walked into the town with his head down.
There was a shallow footprint on his Taoist robe. The left side of his eye was a little bruised, and a few strands of his messy hair were missing.
The old Taoist muttered vaguely as he walked. In the end, he could not help but stomp his feet and curse …
"Alas, it's not easy to find a silly boy with great luck. I shoved Liu Ya over … It's my bad luck! Really! I met a monster from the second generation of Chan! "
"This Yuding is not famous. How can he be so strong? He really hides his strength. Alas, I'm so unlucky to run into his disciple … "
"I really suffered a double loss. I was beaten by a monster, and I still have to give benefits to the monster's disciple!" "I'm so angry!"
"Humph! I'll find a chance to torture that boy to death! Who cares about the second or third generation of Chan? Bah! "
The old Taoist vented his anger and gradually lost his anger.
After all, he was the one who schemed against Yang Jian first and was taught a lesson by Yang Jian's master. He could not say anything about his supernatural power being inferior to others.
When the old Taoist walked to the bottom of the restaurant, he had already returned to his original timid appearance. He lowered his head and walked in.
As soon as he entered the private room, Liu Ya was so excited that she threw the bowl away …
"Ah! Master, you've found your conscience! "
The old Taoist could only laugh dryly.
"Humph!"
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