After packing up, old Jiang and yuqianjue led the way. Shen Wanqing and people of another sect walked side by side behind them. Behind them were the people and horses brought here, and there were hundreds of people.
They came out of the woods and came to a desolate wasteland.
It was very dark, and the night wind was chilly. The cat's cry from time to time made people shiver.
Old Jiang looked around and took out the compass from his pocket.
After the compass was taken out, the pointer turned in a disordered state.
Old Jiang frowned. He took the compass in. "It's said that the cemetery should be here. Why didn't you see any entrance?"
"Imperial young master, it seems that you have to come." old Jiang hesitated and said to the imperial thousand Jue beside him.
Yuqianjue, as the leader of the touch gold sect, naturally learned the true story of the touch gold sect. The highly difficult "divide gold and fix acupoints" learned that the green is better than the blue.
Yuqianjue next to old Jiang nodded, took out his prepared compass, relied on his unique secret learning, and began to carefully observe the surroundings to see where the Dragon veins of the mountain were hidden.
Shen Wanqing stood there lazily, looking at yuqianjue with great interest.
She is very curious about Fenjin Dingxue. She has only heard of it and hasn't seen it. After all, she doesn't have the hobby of digging other people's tombs.
It is said that this point can accurately determine the exact position of the coffin, and the error will not exceed the diameter of a gold needle.
She looked around for a few times, and then she saw yuqianjue going on there mysteriously. Suddenly, yuqianjue took away the things in her hand.
He pointed to a place in the north and said, "that's where the entrance is."
When they heard the speech, they looked cold. Then someone took out several Luoyang shovels.
They came to the place where Yu qianjue pointed, inserted Luoyang shovel into it, pulled it out and found that the soil on Luoyang shovel was really red red clay.
Seeing this look, old Jiang was very happy and excitedly instructed him to say, "this is it. Dig quickly! Otherwise, it will be unlucky to start again when the sky is bright."
Most of the accompanying people took Luoyang shovels, and dozens of people gathered together and began to shovel soil.
More than a dozen people in Shen Wanqing's party stood and watched indifferently.
Without the permission of Shen Wanqing, they will never act rashly.
"Did young master Shen expect this place to be the entrance of the tomb?" suddenly, a man appeared beside Shen Wanqing. He looked at Shen Wanqing and asked faintly.
Shen Wanqing stood lazily with her arms around her chest. She looked at the visitor and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
The visitor is about thirty years old and looks a little elegant.
This person is Han Dongcheng, the young leader of the unloading mountain sect.
Before this time, Han Dongcheng had no great communication with anyone, even quite silent, and his sense of existence was not very strong.
This team has always been dominated by Jiang Lao and Yu qianjue, with jokes made by Shen Wanqing, while Han Dongcheng of another sect has not been mentioned at all, a person who has no sense of existence but is in peace.
Such a person would take the initiative to find her?
Shen Wanqing glanced at Han Dongcheng, then turned around and continued to look at the people digging holes with Luoyang shovels, and faintly returned to Han Dongcheng, "where does Han Shaozhu start?"
A faint smile hung on Han Dongcheng's elegant face. It was not very strange. On the contrary, it seemed to close the relationship.