Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 35 [Good and evil cannot coexist since ancient times]

"Yes, it seems you still remember me. My name is Han Shu Na, you can just call me Sister Han."

Han Shu Na was very calm and nodded and smiled at everyone.

Unfortunately, Ah Xiang didn't seem to like her very much and dodged the hand she placed on her shoulder.

With one step, he walked into the carriage.

"Teacher Yang, I really like your work. Can you sign it for me?"

Ah Xiang asked Yang An shyly. Her finger joints were turning white because she was holding the book so tightly.

I saw the beautiful girl Ah Xiang running straight towards Master Yang.

Hu Bayi bumped into the fat man, with an "uncle smile" on his face.

This fat guy is a dissolute person.

"Hey, Little Yang Ye is really a great writer. He even has such a pretty little sister as a fan."

The train restaurant.

The shy Ah Xiang asked Yang An for his autograph.

In a happy mood, I boldly left a comment: "Teacher Yang in real life is even more handsome than in the poster!"

He turned around and ran away again.

What nonsense is this girl talking about? Yang An was in a very happy mood.

Uncle Ming took this opportunity to express his opinion.

It was fate that brought us together, so he might as well invite everyone to have a light meal in the dining car.

There is a free meal.

Fatty and Hu Bayi had reason to agree, so they nodded in agreement.

Yang An doesn't care.

Most of his consciousness was focused on the Harry Potter world, and he was running to the library, intending to look for and learn the 'Legitimate Memory Charm' in the hope that he could find it in the library.

If Yang An learns the art of telepathy, he can check what other people are thinking anytime and anywhere.

For example, Dumbledore and Professor Snape are called masters of Legilimency.

You can see directly into a person's heart through his eyes.

However, considering that it is unethical to pry into other people's privacy at will, Dumbledore will not use it easily.

Only occasionally, when a ray of light flashed beneath the principal's crescent-shaped silver-rimmed glasses, it proved that he was cheating.

This magic is like mind reading.

In battle, if you can read your opponent's thoughts, it means you can predict the enemy's next move, which is definitely cheating.

Yang An had not studied before, and he planned to lay a solid foundation step by step so as not to become Fatty Wang in one go.

But look now.

It is still necessary to master Legilimency as soon as possible.

After three rounds of drinking.

Seeing that Uncle Ming was still talking irrelevantly, Hu Bayi simply interrupted him.

"Um, Uncle Ming."

"Hey, what's wrong, Brother Hu?"

Uncle Ming is talking about the "interesting things" that happened when he was doing business in Hong Kong.

But no one, including Shirley Yang, cared about how Uncle Ming dealt with those underworld gangs.

Hu Bayi felt bored.

He has traveled all over the country, crossed snow-capped mountains, walked on plains, entered tropical rain forests, been to ice and snow, carried guns, fired cannons, and suppressed bandits! He is a ruthless man who has fought in wars.

These gangsters are really not worth taking seriously.

If Hu Bayi gave him a battalion, he would dare to wipe out all those gangs.

Not to mention fat people, what kind of clubs are there.

Their faces were full of disdain, and they had never been hit by a fist, and were just a bunch of loose sand.

Yang An and Shirley Yang are no longer ordinary people and are not interested in these things.

At this moment, Hu Bayi's expression was serious, and he bowed to make his point clear.

"Today you have invited us to dinner, bought us wine, and sent us supplies. We really feel bad about this. If you have anything to say, just tell us directly."

Hu Bayi seems to be frank, but in fact he is testing Uncle Ming's attitude and asking him what he wants to do.

Uncle Ming was stunned for a moment, seeing Hu Bayi and Fatty staring at him, and put down his glass awkwardly. "Actually, I don't have any other intentions, I just want to make friends with Mr. Yang. If you come to Hong Kong in the future, feel free to look for me, Lei Xianming."

"Just making friends?"

Hu Bayi asked back. He looked at Uncle Ming and felt something was wrong as soon as he smelled him. People who always went to tombs always had some earthy smell on them.

Uncle Ming was fine, but the bodyguard Peter next to him and his assistant named Adong, who had appeared briefly, had a strong earthy smell on them.

Hu Bayi speculated that Uncle Ming was probably not doing any serious business.

At least it has some connection with tomb robbing.

"You came to Nanyun with your family, you don't look like you are here for tourism. Why do I smell the scent of a local farmer on you?"

Uncle Ming choked and didn't say anything for a long time.

At this time, the sharp-tongued Han Shu-na spoke up: "Brother Hu, you don't look like you are here for tourism."

"Shuna!" Uncle Ming quickly opened his mouth to stop her when he heard this.

It's too late.

Seeing Hu Bayi narrowing his eyes, Yang An also raised his head to look.

Uncle Ming knew that they had guessed something and smiled awkwardly. He had originally just wanted to make friends with a wealthy man, but he didn't expect that this wealthy man seemed to have the same impure motives as him.

Looking around and seeing that there was no one in the carriage, he simply spoke frankly.

"Since Brother Hu is so sensitive, I might as well tell you straight out. We are all in the same business."

This time Hu Bayi actually guessed it right.

Uncle Ming came to Nanyun this time because he heard that there was an ancient mirror buried in an ancient tomb somewhere here that could suppress and control corpse transformation. It was a symbol of the Legalist school among the Hundred Schools of Thought.

It is said to have been built on Ziyang Mountain, and can illuminate the righteousness, justice, integrity and shame of heaven and earth, and can also suppress corpse transformation.

After thousands of years, the ancient mirror was scattered everywhere and somehow ended up in Nanyun.

Uncle Ming came here just to look for this ancient mirror.

He was not afraid of what would happen if Hu Bayi and the others found out, so he explained it openly.

"I heard that this bronze mirror is in Nanyun."

"If you are lucky enough to get this ancient mirror, I am willing to pay a high price for it. Of course, bartering is also no problem. I, Lei, have collected quite a few precious antiques over the years."

After listening, Yang An was roughly certain that Uncle Ming was not lying, at least not about this matter.

Because he knew this ancient Legalist mirror! And it was in the tomb of King Xian.

This matter is related to the Kunlun Demon Kingdom.

Uncle Ming wants to go to Kunlun to look for the iceberg crystal corpse, but he is very wary of these evil spirits.

This iceberg crystal corpse is the body of the first generation ghost mother of the Demon Kingdom, and is regarded as an evil god worshipped by people.

If he didn't have a suppressing treasure in his hand, how could he dare to look for the glacier crystal corpse easily? Even if he found it, he didn't have the courage to transport it away. The plateau was mysterious and strange, so he had to be careful in everything.

If this is the case, it also explains why Uncle Ming and his group ran to Nanyun.

Yang An stroked his chin and looked at Uncle Ming, who was cautious and only said that he was looking for the ancient mirror, without revealing any information about the Demon Country Ghost Mother.

I secretly complained that Uncle Ming was really an old fox, and his statements were so ambiguous.

After Uncle Ming finished speaking, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and started to inquire about the whereabouts of Yang An and his group.

"I say to the four of you, since Brother Hu is also traveling with you, then you are not going to Nanyun this time either."

Uncle Ming made a gesture to get down to the ground.

"No, we're not."

Yang An shook his head.

Uncle Ming's expression froze for a moment, then he was relieved: "Yes, Mr. Yang is of noble status, why would he go to such a shady place."

The fat man on the side saw the smile on Yang An's face, and his eyes turned to sing the same tune with Yang An.

"That's right, we're not going there to rob tombs. Guess what, we're going there to do archaeology."

After saying that, the fat man folded his arms and pointed at his group of people proudly.

"official!"

He then pointed at Uncle Ming, whose expression was frozen.

"Bandit~"

"Officials and bandits have always been incompatible, Uncle Ming. Don't you think this is a coincidence?"

(End of this chapter)