Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 330 Distinguished Guest
  Fatty Wang was stunned, "What kind of honeycomb? Is there honey anywhere? I haven't eaten it for a long time, and you are really a little embarrassed when you mention it."

Shirley Yang really couldn't do anything to Fatty Wang, so she gave Fatty Wang a blank look.

Wang Ye smiled and pointed to the small coffin hanging outside the grocery store, "Fat Master, that small coffin has a name in the world, called Honeycomb Mountain."

When Fatty Wang heard that it was a small coffin called Honeycomb Mountain, he was immediately frightened.

"Forget it, then I won't eat it."

The three people were talking quietly in the back, while Hu Bayi was already chatting with Mo Meier in front.

Hu Bayi has some knowledge of some lip codes and other methods in the world.

After all, my ancestor was also a figure in the world, and he could be regarded as the descendant of the 800-year-old Colonel Mojin.

I spent some time hanging out in the antique streets of Beijing and got to know more.

Hu Ba's eyesight is quite good.

After entering the door, it was already obvious that the little girl who went out to greet the guests was not a member of the world.

He was not even related to the old man who was dozing off while listening to the radio while lying on the bamboo chair.

The two people don't look alike.

The old man's eyebrows and beard have turned white.

But the body looks like a big one.

The bones and frame are one size larger than others.

Even with sideburns and thick eyebrows.

He must have been a handsome guy when he was young.

More importantly, although the old man was seventy or eighty years old, he was a head taller than the local villagers Hu Bayi saw along the way.

You can tell from his facial features that he doesn't look like a local.

Rather, they look like people from Yanzhao.

Han came from Shandong and Hebei.

In addition, when the old man was dozing off, he was spinning a pair of iron bladders in his hands.

This thing is also called an iron ball, which is a specialty of Beizhili.

Baoding has three treasures: Iron Ball Noodles with Soy Sauce never grows old in spring.

The old man is probably from Baoding Prefecture.

The little girl is different.

The round face and round eyes exuded a sense of alertness and flexibility.

His whole body was covered in spicy water vapor.

Moisturizing and spicy.

Must be local.

The old man squinted his eyes and shook his chair.

It was not easy for Hu Bayi to directly come forward and disturb him.

I had to talk to the little girl first.

While buying some things that will be useful on the road.

Things like candy, white paper, twine.

The little girl's greeting was flawless.

Hu Bayi just couldn't find any suitable opportunity to find out any serious news.

In the end, Hu Bayi had no choice but to buy some candles.

Dixian Village is also an ancient tomb.

It’s impossible to go to Captain Jin’s grave without a candle.

"If it's good, it's best if it comes from Shanghai. The candle is the lifeblood of Colonel Jin. If it goes out halfway, it will be a disaster."

Hu Bayi also took a risk and directly named Captain Mo Jin.

In fact, the risk is not that big.

If you are not a member of the martial arts world, you have no idea what Captain Touch Jin does.

But as soon as Hu Bayi finished speaking, the old man who had been swinging on the bamboo chair stopped immediately.

He stretched out his left hand and turned off the radio.

open one's eyes.

The old man's eyes were bright, and he didn't look like someone in his seventies or eighties.

"Yao Mei'er, these are distinguished guests, so we must treat them well."

Yao Meier pouted, still a little unhappy.

"A candle spreader, you have to be picky. Do the local candles not light up or illuminate the spreader?"

"Don't be rude! Go and look for it on the shelves. If you can't find it, go to the supply and marketing cooperative at the corner of the street to help customers buy it."

The old man stared.

Yaoyur curled her lips, shook her braids and ran out to buy candles.

The old man raised his hands to Hu Ba one by one and said, "I'm going to make all the experts laugh. My granddaughter has been naughty since she was a child, and I have neglected to discipline her." "I dare to ask this Captain Mojin, what is the border between eastern Sichuan and western Hunan? Why did you come?"

As soon as Wang Ye heard this, he knew it was appropriate.

Hu Bayi also had a smile on his face.

When the old man opened his mouth, he obviously had a Baoding flavor.

These people have all been in the capital for a long time, so they are naturally familiar with the accent of Baoding Prefecture in southern Beijing.

"When passing through a high mountain, I looked up and saw a gold plate on the mountain. Behind the gold plate were silver plates, all rows of them with the prefix "bee".

"A few of us were just passing by and saw the shop sign outside the store. We knew that there were seniors from Fengfengshan here, so we came in specifically to see if there was anything available."

Hu Bayi immediately replied.

When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up.

The old man has been living in eastern Sichuan and western Hunan for a long time.

By chance, I have settled in this small town for so many years.

I had no intention of continuing to do my old job, but I didn’t expect that a group of people from all walks of life would come to me as I got older.

I actually recognized the sign of Honeycomb Mountain.

I was very excited at the moment.

Hu Bayi was negotiating with the seniors in front.

Later, Wang Ye gave Professor Shirley Yangsun some knowledge about the world.

As a result, Shirley Yang's eyes wandered without saying a few words.

Wang Ye knew that he didn't pretend well this time.

Shirley Young’s maternal grandfather was a Partridge Whistle.

Partridge Whistle is different from the other gold-touching captains who remain anonymous and keep a low profile.

He is quite high-profile.

And he spends more time wandering around in the world.

The Partridge Whistle is completely different from the ordinary kickboxing masters who are looking for money.

The purpose is to find the secret of alchemy in the ancient tomb and find a way to break the curse of Muchen's eyeballs.

So I have more friendships with people in the world.

He is also familiar with various slang terms in the arena.

According to the old saying, those are called lip codes.

Wang Ye read most of them from books, and has changed hands countless times.

There is no problem at all in chatting with someone like Professor Wang Fatzi Sun who has no experience in the world of martial arts.

But in Shirley Yang's case, it's a bit lacking.

There are loopholes in the words.

Wang Ye was not polite and directly pulled Shirley Yang, "Consultant Yang, you speak, you speak."

Shirley Yang smiled and thought it was Wang Ye who was giving her a test, so she introduced him immediately.

It turns out that in ancient times, there were many trades in the world that were actually illegal.

It all sounds like illegal activities and can easily lead to jail time.

Therefore, when people in the arena communicate and trade, they will not say it clearly.

Come up to the store and bring me two sharp knives and thirty spears.

This is a mallet.

The food market stutters and eats decapitated rice.

Code words are used in the industry.

There are seventy-two sects in the world, but they can't invent the seventy-two code words, and it will be difficult to communicate with them when the time comes.

So there was a large incision that was common to all trades.

This kind of incision is called Shan Jing.

Then it was divided into seventy-two mountains according to the seventy gates.

The small coffin at the door of this grocery store is called Honeycomb Mountain, one of the Seven-Two Mountains.
  Everyone in Honeycomb Mountain is a craftsman.

Specialized in making various pins.

Pin weapon is also a code word, which refers to various hidden weapons and special equipment.

Things like concealed weapons have been banned from a long time ago.

Hand crossbows, spears, explosives, sleeve arrows, etc., don't look like they are doing good things.

No decent person carries a concealed weapon.

In addition, various hooks, scratches, claws, crowbars, scrapers, etc. are also made inside the pin door, which are only used when doing illegal things.

So Honeycomb Mountain is also banned.

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