Holy Bone

Chapter 1190 How much does Mr. Yiyun know about the previous generation of martial arts immortals?
"The body of the owner of the tomb has been found. Waiting for the underground palace, what are the plans for Mr. Yiyun next?" It was rare for him to have a chance to be alone with Mr. Yiyun, so Jin An looked for a topic.

Mr. Yiyun thought for a while: "For the time being, there is no case to report to the Criminal Investigation Department."

Uh.

Jin An was startled, and was speechless for a while.

Mr. Yiyun showed a sly look at Jin'an, with a playful look, as if he was saying triumphantly, "It's an embarrassment for you, and I have won the round."

Seeing Mr. Yiyun smiling, Jin An also smiled.

Mr. Yiyun stared like a bell: "Daoist Jin'an, what are you laughing at?"

Jin An: "Young Master Yiyun looks good when he smiles, you should smile more."

Mr. Yiyun frowned, pretending to be angry: "The Taoist priest of Jin'an has become the Marquis of Shenwu, and he has been appointed as the chief commander of the criminal investigation department and the supervising department. He has also learned to speak with official authority, and he has begun to despise his old friends."

Jin An touched his nose this time and changed into a wry smile: "Young Master Yiyun, you clearly know that I don't mean it that way."

Mr. Yiyun: "I heard that people who like to touch their noses are covering up their guilty conscience."

Jin An: "..."

"Mr. Yiyun, you are from Zunyi's mansion. How can I say that Zunyi is wrong? How many people in this world dare to offend Zunyi?"

When Jin An mentioned King Zunyi, for some reason, the smile on Mr. Yiyun's face disappeared, and he suddenly became silent.

Jin An thought he had said the wrong thing, and for a while he didn't know how to comfort Mr. Yiyun, and the relaxing atmosphere that was rare to be alone fell into a dull moment.

"Why are you silent all of a sudden?" Mr. Yiyun asked Jin An back.

Jin An: "?"

"Young Master Yiyun suddenly stopped talking just now, I was wondering what I said wrongly, which made Young Master Yiyun unhappy."

Mr. Yiyun glanced at Jin'an, and didn't make things difficult for Jin'an on this topic. Instead, he asked: "The birthday banquet of the national teacher is coming soon, has Taoist Master Jin'an thought about what birthday gift he will prepare?"

Jin An was taken aback for a moment: "Ever since I came to Beijing, I kept running into things and never had time to relax. I really forgot about the National Teacher's Birthday Banquet. I want to attend the National Teacher's Birthday Banquet too?"

Jin'an's words caused Mr. Yiyun to roll his eyes slightly: "Let's not talk about the official position, Daoist Jin'an, you are now the chief commander of the criminal investigation department and the supervisory department, and supervise the responsibilities of the three major criminal departments. People from Taiwan dare to participate in the National Teacher's Birthday Banquet?"

Jin An frowned: "In this way, I was still thinking about whether to go. I have no intention of going to court, and I stayed in the capital temporarily for the sake of the Taoist Temple of the five internal organs."

Jin An has no reservations about Mr. Yiyun, and knows everything.

Mr. Yiyun is a smart person. Hearing Jin An's words, he already understood Jin An's good intentions in staying in the capital: "That's why you should go to the National Teacher's Birthday Banquet to buy more time for the Taoist temple of the five internal organs and for yourself. A lot of time... As a close friend who came out of Chang County, I hope you can surpass the previous generation of martial arts immortals, and don't leave regrets in the world."

"Mr. Yiyun, how much do you know about the immortals of the previous generation of martial artists?" Jin An asked.

Mr. Yiyun fell silent again.

But this silence didn't last long, and he said ambiguously: "Not more than you."

Jin'an's six senses were keen, and he noticed the change in Mr. Yiyun's mood.

"Mr. Yiyun, will you represent the Zunyi Palace to participate in the National Teacher's Birthday Banquet?" Jin An took the initiative to change the subject this time.

Mr. Yiyun nodded.

"Great, let's go together." Jin An's idea is very simple, he doesn't want to get involved in those official affairs, if he has Mr. Yiyun as his companion, he can go there.

Mr. Yiyun stared: "Only family members will appear together."

Ah this.

Jin An froze and didn't react.

Puchi, Mr. Yiyun's smiling face was like a hundred flowers blooming, and he gave Jin An a coquettish and angry look: "Idiot, it's so easy to lie."

Jin An: "..."

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After three flowers bloomed, Mr. Bai and the others returned to the lightning pit, and began to dig up the corpse non-stop while Jin An and Mr. Yiyun were looking for the human form of Tai Sui.

Although there is no Jin'an this time, Qibo is also a martial arts practitioner and a master of the rivers and lakes, so this time Qibo and the mountain guard jumped into the lightning strike pit to dig up the corpse.

The stench of the five dung soil was unpleasant, and the more we dug down, the dusty underground smell leaked out, and the stench became stronger. Qi Bo and the mountain guards had changed their air to dig the soil, and the smell was too strong.

"The owner of this tomb is really a fucking ruthless person. Being buried under the soil of five dung is no different from being buried in a latrine. What's the point of such a death and resurrection, even if you really resurrect after a thousand years? Be stinky to death! Even if you don't get stinked to death, you will be stinked to death!" The mountain guard couldn't help complaining about the black soil under his feet.

They don't have hoes or shovels for professional digging, and they don't dare to use magic weapons to break the soil in the dirty soil. They are worried that the magic weapons will be damaged spiritually. The digging tools that are temporarily assembled by breaking a few pieces of bronze branches can be imagined to be difficult to use. Shovel efficiency is a bit slow.

It's good if you don't speak, but if you speak, you will involuntarily breathe a stench, and almost send the mountain guard away in one breath, shaking your body with black eyes.

"No! I can't take it anymore! It's so fucking stinky down here, it's like shoveling shit in a cesspit!"

"How did Daoist Jin'an endure the stench and shovel shit at close range? When Daoist Jin'an comes back, I must pay respect to Zheng Zheng. I admit that I am not as good as Daoist Jin'an in terms of enduring hardships. No wonder Daoist Jin'an died at a young age. Already a Martial Dao Immortal!"

The mountain guard rushed up to the lightning pit, gasping for breath away from the lightning pit.

"I can't even endure this bit of hardship. Are you still called a mountain guard? If it weren't for the blind man, I would lose both eyes, and I would have jumped down to dig up the corpse." The blind man said contemptuously.

The mountain guard gritted his teeth: "You are blind, of course you can open your eyes and tell nonsense, but you can't see anyway."

Watching the blind man and the mountain guard quarreling, the corpse guard laughed gleefully. As a result, the corpse guard, who was in a weak state of mind and soul, had a splitting headache without laughing, and became sluggish on the spot.

People who are hurting their spirits are most afraid of emotional ups and downs, great joy and great sorrow.

Seeing that one went crazy, one went blind, one withered, and two left, only himself and Qi Bo were normal people among the disabled veterans, Mr. Bai raised his head and sighed, then took the tools and jumped into the lightning pit , and Qi Bo scooped up the five dung soil.

"Qibo made you suffer..." Before the last word was finished, a breath of bad breath was poured into his lungs through his mouth, nose, and Mr. Bai, who had pretended to be calm before, immediately turned pale. poisoned.

Mr. Bai is also a ruthless person, so he didn't get out of the pit just like that, holding back a breath of stench, and buried himself in the dirt with Qi Bo.

After digging for a while, I didn't see the coffin, and I dug horizontally for a while, but I didn't see the coffin.

"Blind man, are you sure that your tortoise shell shaking hexagram is correct, why haven't you seen the shadow of the coffin after digging for so long?"

Just when everyone was wondering whether there was a mistake in any link, and whether there was really a coffin underneath, there was a muffled bang, and the shoveling was blocked. Several people looked happy and ran to watch, and finally dug something.

(End of this chapter)