Chapter 62 The Old Man Who Sweeps the Grave

The world is chaotic. Heroes and bears are all in power. The history of becoming a king and defeating the bandits has been interpreted for thousands of years. There has never been a break, becoming a king and flowing through the ages. The loser has been stinking for ten thousand years. How many of the thirteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty can't be helped? How many of them can be immortal? In the end, these people can't escape the years and turn into ashes.

What does the Thirteen Emperor's Mausoleum cover up and make outsiders come bravely regardless of everything? Perhaps this is a bureau set up by a master here, or it may be a treasure left by the dead emperors. There is a saying in China that all treasures pay attention to the word "unfade".

However, the esoteric "op opportunity" has been completely destroyed by all kinds of tomb robbers. It is very likely that the ancestors did not expect that their tombs will one day be opened by the shovel of tomb robbers, and the bones will be incomplete.

It's not just here. There are more or less one or two people in front of other imperial mausoleums constantly exploring the so-called secrets, but no one can find out where these secrets are buried. In just a few minutes, Ye Hetu turned around the whole imperial mausoleum. Because there are many masters here, no one will think of the circle. There was a "butcher" outside staring at them, and no one thought that the person staring at them wanted to leave everyone behind.

Whether it is ideas or strength, Ye Hetu is beyond people's reach. This is why He Changfeng and Agagan convinced him.

"Twelve people, two Japanese, three of the Nicus family, three of the Hudders family, one Chinese, and three seem to have a breath. It's almost so much for the boy of the ship king." Ye Hetu stood on the edge of the Tombs of the Thirteen Emperors and looked inside.

"The Di Shitian family did not appear." Ye Hetu paused for a moment and suddenly said to himself that there was an imperceptible light in the corners of his eyes. He was thinking. Some places could not be connected, and it took some effort to figure it out.

"The person who was outside just now, there are two more people."

Three sentences summarize all the information.

Ye Hetu walked in the footsteps of a light delivery and slowly walked towards the center of the imperial mausoleum.

Those who stop me, die!

"Hate Bao encouraged him to be greedy for the official and died under the Tongtong of Changting. The dynasty ordered the dynasty to write a letter to Hefei County, and my sister-in-law must be sad when she heard the fierce letter.

At this moment, there is a long Peking Opera in the center of the Ming Tombs. It is not difficult for people who are familiar with Peking Opera to distinguish that this is a very famous Peking Opera, Chisang Town.

Everyone couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Some people have slowly moved closer to the center of the Ming Tombs. Although these foreigners don't know what Peking Opera sings, some people must have the purpose of singing Peking Opera at this time.

Ye Hetu was also attracted by the practice of this singer of Peking Opera, which made him slow down a little in an instant, but immediately closer to the center at a faster pace. His plan was disrupted by what suddenly happened, and he could only change it immediately.

"I want to see what kind of master the person who has stayed here for many years is." Ye Hetu said in the direction of Peking Opera.

Since you do it first, I have to accompany you at any time.

In a few breaths, Ye Hetu people had arrived at the center of the Mausoleum of the Thirteen Emperors, and the scene he saw was beyond his expectation.

In the center of the imperial mausoleum, there is a cabin, which is not big, only more than 20 square meters. An old man held a pipe and sang Peking Opera without a match. "Chisang Town" finished singing "Lock Lin Bag".

"There is a storm outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. Where is the sad voice broken and lonely? I only saw a sedan chair through the curtain. It must be a newlywed crossing the magpie bridge."

The old man sings very attentively, and Ye Hetu is also listening very carefully. The sadness in his words can be seen at a glance. Presumably, when he was young, he experienced a lot of wind and rain, otherwise he could not sing the unique emotions in Peking Opera. In the era when popular songs are rampant to express feelings, Peking Opera is also a way for some old people to express their feelings. Things with a long history can only last for a long time if they have a unique charm.

Ye Hetu's first person to arrive here was much faster than others. The old man was not surprised at all about this. Perhaps in his heart, except for some concerned people and things, other things were insignificant.

At the end of the song "Lock Lin Bag", the old man also stopped the trend of continuing to sing. He turned around and went back to the cabin, as if he was looking for something. Ye Hetu stood quietly about ten meters outside the wooden house and narrowed his eyes slightly. He wanted to see what the old man's purpose was. Intuitively, the old man It is the person who hides the breath that brings him a faint crisis. This feeling has not appeared for a long time.

The old man came out and took an item in his hand, which was not unexpected, but it was reasonable and his identity was self-evident.

A broom, the top of which is rubbed and shiny, can be seen at a glance that this broom has accompanied him for many years. The old man is a tomb sweeper of the Thirteen Emperors.

"Young man, I noticed you when you came here." The old man did not look at Ye Hetu, but looked at the broom in his hand and said that this baby had been with him for ten years. It was plain and did not startle much, but it was full and interesting.

I don't know if that person is living such a simple life like himself now. The old man can't help sighing that the years are unforgiving.

Who knows that this old man who has been sweeping the tomb of the Thirteen Emperors for more than ten years is not yet fifty years old this year. In his age, he is an old man. In those years, he must have experienced strong winds and waves to fall into what he is today.

Ye Hetu shrugged his shoulders and did not answer. He knew that the answer did not mean anything.

The old man obviously didn't care whether Ye Hetu answered or not, and still said to himself like a person who had nothing to do with himself.

"There are a lot of outsiders today. If he is here, no one of these people will leave alive." The old man suddenly said this, which made Ye Hetu curious about the "he" in the dialogue.

However, Ye Hetu still didn't speak. There are some things that are in vain to ask. What should be said is to be said.

"Why don't you ask me who he is?" The old man suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Ye Hetu and asked. His eyes were calm, but there was a domineering spirit. This domineering spirit disappeared in an instant, which made Ye Hetu have a little illusion at that moment.

He felt that the old man in front of him did not seem to be as old as he imagined.

"If I ask, will you definitely say it? If I didn't ask, wouldn't you have told me?" Ye Hetu doesn't care. This trick is okay to coax the children outside.

"Haha, that's good. So even if you ask, I won't tell you, because you are not qualified to know him. The old man laughed and said, extremely cheerful.

However, Ye Hetu's answer made his laughter stop abruptly.

"I'm not qualified. It's not you, the old man, who has the final say."

"Oh?" The old man stopped laughing and looked at Ye Hetu with interest and asked.

"What do you think I'm here for?" Ye Hetu asked rhetorical and played a riddle with the old man.

"Aren't you doing it for that illusory treasure?" The old man smiled and determined that Ye Hetu and those "outsiders" had the same purpose.

"Joke, are you confused? Don't forget that I'm a descendant of China." Ye Hetu said lightly that there was nothing on the old man that made him worthy of admiration, so he didn't want to deal with too much etiquette.

"Chinese descendants?" The old man was surprised and said that Ye Hetu's continuous answers had been beyond his expectation. The newborn calf was not afraid of tigers. I'm afraid that there was no one who dared to scold him for being confused.

"Then what do you think you are here for?" The old man simply took a detour with the young man in front of him. He had no doubt that the young man would bring him an unexpected answer.

"Kill everyone who invaded here." Ye Hetu looked directly into the old man's eyes and burst out a strong murderous atmosphere. He has not released his murderous spirit like this for many years. If he is seen by the old man, he must scold himself for bluffing.

The old man was stunned by Ye Hetu's murderous spirit. The real momentum obviously killed people, and there were many. However, there is still a big gap compared with myself in those years.

"I have been sweeping tombs for more than ten years, and I finally saw a real Chinese today." The old man looked up to the sky and smiled, but this did not make him look at Ye Hetu with new eyes. His smile was just out of the pleasure of talking wild words to Ye Hetu, and he did not look at him too much. Young people who don't match their courage and strength are passionate and patriotic, but they have to fall and fight after all.

"Don't think that flattering me can make me relax my guard against you."

Ye Hetu glanced at the old man and said lazily.

"If you stop me, just kill me."