Chapter 206

On the train from Beijing to Tibet, Yang Qiu was in the corridor, staring at the scenery flying outside in a daze.

He has to drive on the road for three days before he can reach Lhasa, and then he has to take a day's bus to reach his destination.

The Kunlun Mountains are too big, and the place he is going to is inaccessible. It is not a tourist attraction at all, and there is no one living for hundreds of miles.

This is an adventure. Yang Qiu can't help but secretly look forward to it.

Ji Qinghe originally wanted to accompany him, but now there are several experts in the cultivation world. One more person always gives more help. Who knows who the people in the cultivation world are.

Yang Qiu is still looking forward to meeting several familiar people. Among the top ten sects, there are still people who have a good relationship with him. Of course, there are many people who don't pay much to him, even enemies of life and death.

He bought a soft sleeper box, in which there was an old couple who looked like retired cadres. He got along well with Yang Qiu, and a sleeper was empty.

At noon the next day, the train stopped at a small station. One of the people who came up at this time was Yang Qiu's box.

This is a middle-aged man. He is extremely thin. He is only a little over one meter and five meters tall. He has sharp noses and eyes. He is not a good man at first sight.

In particular, this guy still has a very strange smell, just like a mummy climbing out of the grave. That feeling is gloomy and very uncomfortable.

At least when the old couple in the same box saw this guy, they basically had a cold face and had no interest in communicating with him.

The guy was a nag. He always wanted to say something when he had nothing to do. Finally, he annoyed the old husband and wife. The old couple had to get out of the box and go to the dining car.

Yang Qiu also felt that this guy was not a good man, especially the smell on him was completely that kind of rotten and filthy gas. Obviously, this guy was a grave robber digging graves.

"Brother Yang, I have learned divination since I was a child. Do you believe I can guess where you are going this time?"

Yang Qiu glanced at this guy, who was grinning at him with big yellow teeth.

"Oh? Then you know where I'm going? "

"Are you looking for immortals? Right? "

Even if Yang Qiu was so calm, he was a little uneasy by this guy's sentence.

Who is he? What I don't believe most is these fortune tellers who cheat money, but the other party actually pointed out his purpose in a word, which really scared him.

The guy in front of him is an ordinary man. Although he looks thin and dry, his joints are thick and his muscles are strong. Obviously, his strength is not small, but that's all. Yang Qiu thinks he can kill him with one breath. He doesn't have any threat at all.

He was shocked, but his face was silent. He smiled and asked:

"Why do you say that?"

"I also know that you are going to the death valley of Kunlun mountain this time, right?"

Yang Qiu immediately smiled. He looked at the guy faintly and said slowly:

"Who the hell are you? Master Lin sent you, didn't he? "

The guy finally couldn't help grinning:

"Hey, young brother Yang, you are really a smart young brother. Old Lin sent me to help you. You know, there are many dangers in death valley. If you are such a young student, you will never come back. With my old song, I promise to keep you safe."

Yang Qiu was funny in his heart. He remembered the instructions of master Lin before he left, and couldn't help shaking his head.

The place he went to was called Death Valley, but death valley had another name, immortal Valley, which was the entrance of the yuxu palace he was looking for.

However, it is not easy to enter the secret entrance of the immortal Valley, because the monk cannot rely on spiritual power and divine consciousness, because once the divine consciousness is used, all the memories of that place will be directly erased.

Therefore, Yang Qiu can only rely on the means of ordinary people. Master Lin said that he has arranged a big master for himself. Is this big master the old song in front of him?

What kind of master is this guy?

The master of tomb robbing is estimated to be almost the same.

From the big black bag he carried on his back, we can see that there is a complete set of very professional tomb stealing equipment, many of which are sophisticated scientific and technological products. This guy is still a high-tech lover.

The middle-aged man's name is song Zhide. His face is waxy yellow and looks a little old. Naturally, it's difficult to give a good impression. However, since he is an expert sent by master Lin, Yang Qiu can only be polite.

Fortunately, song Zhide doesn't know Yang Qiu's identity. He often deals with old man Lin. to put it bluntly, old man Lin is a big customer of his stolen goods. He has formed a deep friendship for so many years.

This time, old man Lin gave him a lot of money, which is enough for him to wash his hands in a golden basin for ten years. He asked him to be Yang Qiu's Guide. Song Zhide couldn't resist the temptation of money and immediately agreed.

Of course, he is not a fool. Who is Mr. Lin? He knows that since the old leader of the Green Gang paid such a large sum of money, this trip is probably not so simple.

But seeing that the customer was such a young man, song Zhide felt that this trip to Kunlun. Not necessarily dangerous.

There are many legends in Kunlun Mountain, but there are no ancient tombs to steal. Most of the young brother wants to satisfy his hobbies and see his meditation posture. Is this young brother a channel? Really want to find immortals in the mountains?

Nowadays, the so-called "seeking immortals" and becoming hermits are very popular in the upper class. In Song Zhide's view, this is what the rich support when they are full.

They knew each other. Song Zhide was so noisy that Yang Qiu was speechless.

In fact, he can understand that this guy is estimated to be underground for nine months a year. Except that the bones are coffins, do you want him to talk to the skull while stealing the tomb?

For the next two and a half days, Yang Qiu listened to the crows for two and a half days and got off in Lhasa, Tibet. Song Zhide took Yang Qiu out of the station with a familiar car waiting for them.

An old van was driven by a man who was silent. When he saw Yang Qiu, he didn't say hello, but just nodded. Song Zhide knew that Yang Qiu's identity was not simple. He must be served by someone who can make old Lin give strict orders and pay a sky high price.

He asked tentatively:

"Brother Yang, why don't we stay here tonight? Start early tomorrow morning? "

Yang Qiu glanced at him and said faintly:

"No, I'm in a hurry. I'll talk about it from now on."

"What?"

Song Zhide cried out:

"It will take at least 20 hours. The driver can't stand it. He's afraid of problems on the road!"

Yang Qiu's tone is still very flat, but she can't refuse:

"I can drive. Don't say you can't?"

Song Zhide smiled and stopped talking.

When they got on the bus, song Zhide was really an old hand. He had everything to eat and use on the bus. He had already prepared it.