The day when the First Emperor's ceremonial war left Shadui City, heavy rain began to rain heavily in the sky. The pouring rain fell for three consecutive days, and the third day was at its peak late at night. With lightning, the heavy rain poured down, and it looked like a hole leaking from the sky, pouring down the Milky Way's sky water.

A newly-built soil bundle outside the Dune City was washed away by heavy rain, and a corpse was exposed in the thunder. When the corpse was heavy and saw the lightning in the sky, lightning in the sky began to concentrate in this location.

With a loud "click!", the first lightning hit the body of **. The body trembled violently, and then the second lightning came over, and the corpse actually opened its eyes suddenly.

The corpse stood up slowly in the heavy rain, looked around in confusion, and slowly walked forward a few steps. At this moment, the third lightning hit the man, and he fell into the rain unsteadily. Another lightning flashed through the sky in the distance, instantly lit up the dark rainy night like daytime.

With the lightning light, the man saw his appearance in the reflection of the puddle. What appeared on the water was the appearance of a young man with white hair. At this moment, the man remembered everything. He touched the white hair on his head and said to himself, "The hair is white; this is not bad."

The white-haired young man stood up again, identified the direction in the dark rainy night, and began to walk towards the northeast. After walking for a few steps, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, and a lightning bolt hit him again. He staggered the man and held a big tree beside him so that he would not fall. Before he could stand, another lightning bolt hit the man's back.

Next, lightning continued to hit the white-haired young man without exception. Not long ago, the thing called "seed" buried in his chest had slowly begun to melt, filling his whole body along the blood of the white-haired young man.

The lightning in the sky still slashed down one after another, hitting the white-haired young man. The lightning was transmitted from his body to the trunk that was being held. The big tree, which had been poured out by the rain, actually raised thick smoke. After a moment, he heard a "Huh!" sound, and the big tree actually emitted fire in the pouring rain. Although it was extinguished by the heavy rain, the trunk could no longer withstand such torture. The "boom!" sound broke into two sections.

Finally, the white-haired young man was tortured by lightning. "Enough!" He shouted loudly and suddenly punched the whole body, slamming the position behind him who was hit by lightning. Just as a lightning bolt hit him, it was hitting his fist. In an instant, the lightning bolt was strong, but it dimmed in an instant. The lightning was actually broken by the white-haired young man, turning into countless white electric fires and running around in the air.

The white-haired young man didn't expect such a result. He stared at the fist he had retracted, and there was not even a burn mark on it.

Just as the lightning was broken by the white-haired man, the pouring rain that was already like a pouring pot suddenly stopped. A thick layer of dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, revealing the night sky with stars flashing in the sky.

After a while, the white-haired young man returned to normal. He looked back at the direction of Sandun City and murmured: "Even if it's the beginning..."

More than a month later, a strange young man appeared in the market at the foot of Yanshan Mountain in Liaodong. He was in his early twenties, but with his white hair, and his single clothes looked out of place with the environment here. It was already winter, and the whole of Liaodong was covered with snow. The locals had already changed into thick winter clothes. When they saw this man wearing single clothes but had no sign of fear of the cold, they couldn't help but be amazed.

The white-haired young man first asked about the path to the mountain, then bought more than a dozen mixed grain cakes, and prepared to walk up the mountain. The local pavilion patrolman hurried over to stop him when he saw it. He looked at the young man's white head, half-old pavilion chief who was in his forties and black hair for a while before he said, "I said this little mdash; brother, I don't dare to go up the mountain now. I won't mention the heavy snow has been closed. There is a mountain above our Yanshan Mountain.

Big worms, I was so hungry a while ago that I went down the mountain to hurt the people here. Seeing that your little brother is capable, don’t be surprised if you say something unlucky. If you go up like this now, you will either freeze to death on the mountain or feed the big worms on the mountain. It’s okay to go up the mountain. Wait for another two months, and the snow will melt after spring. It just so happens that our villages are going to organize the hunting and collecting herbs together. You can follow me and you will definitely not suffer any losses.”

This white-haired young man was Wu Mian who was resurrected after his death outside Shaqiu City. Not long after he left that night, he met a few bandits who were blind to steal him. Now Wu Mian is no longer the traitor who was allowed to be fought by the alchemist general. He was already full of energy and finally found a way to vent. After a meeting, several bandits died on the spot. Wu Mianhei was jealous and found the money on the bandits so that he would not walk towards Liaodong naked.

Wu Mian continued to walk up the mountain as if he hadn't heard it. However, he gave the old pavilion some face. He said as he walked, "It seems like someone has never died...;..."

Only Wu Mian himself understood what this sentence means, but with his unique mean tone, it was to the old pavilion chief that he was going up and not a business. Waiting for Wu Mian to walk away, the old pavilion chief said to the person watching the fun: "How about it, it's so good to speak, can you tell me that you should be damned. I have persuaded him for a long time. He will die on the mountain in the future. Don't blame the elder of the pavilion for not persuading him...;..."

With Wu Mian's current ears, he could hear the old pavilion chief clearly, but he just thought he hadn't heard it. With the memory of the map in his mind, he walked forward. The more he walked up the mountain, the thicker the snow. Before he could get out of the foot of the mountain, the snow had reached his knees. Fortunately, Wu Mian didn't feel cold. Although he walked slowly, he was getting closer and closer to the map.

From morning to night, although Wu Mian's physique no longer needs food to replenish energy, he still couldn't stand the hunger of having no food in his stomach. After eating a few mixed grain cakes with snow water, he didn't rest. He just walked along the way, and did not encounter the big insects mentioned by the old pavilion leader. He met a few pheasants and hares, but after seeing Wu Mian, they ran away. After walking along the way, they finally found the place marked on the map on the afternoon of the third day.

The map is located under a cliff, and it is bare and there is nothing but thick snow. It seems that no one has been here for many years. Wu Mian walked around several times but couldn't find the entrance to the cave marked on the map.

Did he remember it wrong? Just when Wu Mian was about to give up and go around, he accidentally looked at the rocks on the edge of the cliff ahead. A flash of his eyes, and the shadows produced by the sunlight slanted to the rocks actually twisted and changed directions appeared.

Mian walked to the rock near the rock, reached out and touched it, and actually watched his hand reach into the rock, but there was no feeling in his hand. Illusion! Wu Mian understood it instantly, but he didn't expect that he could even see through Xu Fu's illusion at the beginning. Now he was standing next to the rock face to face. If he didn't try it with his own hands, he would never be able to see it.

This is the entrance! Wu Mian no longer hesitated and took a step towards the rock. Then his eyes went dark and he actually walked into the rock. According to the distance, he had already reached the cliff.

It was pitch black inside, but Wu Mian's eyesight did not hinder him. He still saw the things around him clearly. This place should be a cave, with 180 wooden boxes placed on the gables. Wu Mian opened one of the boxes and took it all over. It was filled with boxes of golden cakes. He picked it up and weighed it. It was almost fifty or sixty taels.

Although the gold was dazzling, Wu Mian's mind was not on it. He opened several boxes one after another, and there was nothing except the golden cake.

Wu Mian turned around in the cave again, but still found nothing. At this time, his heart began to murmur: Could it be that Master Dafang calculated that he was poor and had to live by robbing bandits to live, so that he could give him the gold from the cave?

However, Wu Mian never believed that Xu Fu would take care of him like this. There was really nothing to search for, so he aimed at the gable where the golden cake box was placed.

Thinking of doing it, Wu Mian directly overturned the boxes, and thousands of golden cakes scattered all over the floor. Behind these boxes, he finally found what Wu Mian wanted. He saw that the place blocked by the boxes just now revealed a piece of handwriting on the gable.

This word was written by Xu Fu, which roughly means that this place was originally the place where the last generation of Yan King mdash; mdash; Xi of Yan State had hidden gold. After the prince of Yan State instructed Jing Ke to assassinate Qin King Ying Zheng in an attempt to fail, the Qin general Wang Jian broke through the capital of Yan King. King Xi of Yan had transferred the gold in the palace to this place in advance to restore the country in the future. Unfortunately, he died soon after, and this place became a treasure of the unowned treasure.
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