Xiao Han looked along longduotu's fingers and found that it was a young girl in her early twenties, wearing a minority costume similar to that of Miao nationality. The girl's hair was curled on her head. The most prominent thing was the bright silver circles around her neck.

"Is that her?"

Xiao Han carefully looked at the girl dressed by Miao nationality. Her baby face, big eyes and long eyelashes were very lovely.

But when I look down, I find that the girl's development is excellent, which can be described as plump. Her figure and appearance form a perfect contrast.

To describe it with a popular sentence, it is the face of a baby and the figure of the elder sister.

But there seems to be no other difference. The girl was very active. Her eyes looked around from time to time. She also looked at Xiao Han for a second.

"It's the girl, little martial uncle. Don't look at her childish face, but I tell you, the girl is like a poisonous snake. She will bite you when you don't pay attention!"

Seeing the girl, rondotu was angry and afraid. When he thought of that, he was so angry that his teeth would be crushed.

It was two years ago. It was also a tasting meeting, but it was not in Mengshan mountain, but in Beimang mountain. At that time, houlongduotu was in the limelight. Originally, he thought he could shine at the tasting meeting in Beimang mountain. How could he have thought that a girl of minority nationality suddenly appeared.

The girl's ability to appreciate was evil, which swept all the appraisers who claimed to be masters on Beimang mountain.

Rondotu, in particular, was defeated seven times in a row by this young girl. In the end, she was asked not to go out for two years to help people identify their eyes.

From the peak to the trough, rondotu only took a few hours, which was a total defeat!

Losing seven times in a row, and still losing to a girl, rondotu was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

"I can't, old man long. They are better than others. You can't say they are like poisonous snakes." Xiao Han frowned, thinking that at least you are one of the double engines in Qinghe City, and you are a master level figure. How can you slander such a lovely little sister?

As soon as old man long saw that Xiao Han didn't believe it, he immediately shook his head. "Little martial uncle, I'm really not a liar. Then you know that she is a beautiful snake, and it's very poisonous."

Listening to old man long's vows, Xiao Han can't help but be cautious. Now he has a few more eyes.

"Brother Xiao Han, what are you looking at?"

Wenqu suddenly ran over at this time. He followed Xiao Han's line of sight and found a plump little sister. After staying in front of her chest for a few minutes, she immediately looked down at her.

"Brother Xiao Han, you You... "

Wenqu slapped Xiao Han and ran away.

"Who did I, who did I do?" Xiao Han's face was covered.

At this time, Li Mingxuan, the curator of the museum, came over and looked at all the people present with a smile on his face. Then he stretched out his hand and pressed down. The noisy hall was quiet.

"I'd like to thank you very much for coming here today. Today is a joint appraisal meeting between Qinghe Archaeological Research Institute, Mengshan management office and the museum to help us uncover an unknown history of the Zhaogou period of song Gaozong. The leader is director Hong Yuan of the Research Institute. Welcome

Li Mingxuan said that, amid the applause of the crowd, a serious looking old man came out from behind. The old man was wearing a navy blue Zhongshan suit, a pair of glasses thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle on his face, and a pair of black and white cloth shoes on his feet.

Xiao Han felt uncomfortable when he saw the old man. As soon as the old man entered the door, he had a bad face, as if someone owed him eight million.

"Since you can come today, I have something to say about Hongyuan. The tomb of the Southern Song Dynasty is of great significance to solving a mystery of history. I hope you can take good care of the cultural relics in the tomb."

This sentence, all the faces of the audience have changed.

You can all hear it. It's true.

On the spot, immediately someone was not happy, shouting, "director Hong, what do you mean? I'm afraid we'll take care of it? "

"That is, if you doubt it, don't come to us. Your archaeological team has the ability to study on its own."

For a time, the whole audience was excited and expressed dissatisfaction with Hong Yuan. After all, we are all dignified people in the society. To be said by Hong Yuan is like being pointed at by the nose and scolding the thief.

Li Mingxuan, the director of the museum, was about to lose control of the scene and quickly invited Hong Yuan down.

"Listen to me, director Hong doesn't doubt you. Archaeologists are strict. I hope you can bear with me. It's a face for me."

Li Mingxuan said so, the scene slowly quieted down.

Then came a bus, the people came full of a bus, more than 20 people.

Xiao Han also found Wen Yuanshan in the car. Wen Yuanshan also took the initiative to say hello to him in the car, "Xiao Xiaoyou, we are really destined to meet again!""Well, it's true, Mr. Wen. You are so old that you don't rest at home. How can you still come here?" Xiao Han is also very curious.

"Well, I'm not afraid of your jokes. As a man, I like antiques and cultural relics. It's said that there are many rare treasures in the Southern Song Dynasty tomb in Mengshan. I can't bear it, so I came here."

Wen Yuanshan laughs, Xiao Han also smiles.

Soon, the bus entered the mountain area. It was more than ten o'clock in the morning. The mountain was very hot and humid, and the air conditioning and refrigeration effect of the bus was not good, so we had to open the window for ventilation.

After a while, in the middle of the mountain, the minibus stopped in a relatively open place. Hong Yuan stood up and said to the people, "there's a dirt road ahead. Come down with me."

Xiao Han and long duotu immediately went to the position of the mountainside with the big troops. Xiao Han looked at the terrain on the side and couldn't help sighing, "Jiulong panding, Fengshui is good."

"Little martial uncle, do you have any research on Feng Shui?" Rondotu was a little surprised.

"Slightly understand..."

Before Xiao Han finished speaking, he heard a clear voice in his ear, "I really can't see the kind. You melon boy know a lot about it. Do you know the Jiulong plate top?"

Xiao Han and long duotu turn their heads and find that they are not talking to others. It's Xiao Wanyu, the girl in minority costume.

"You, you..." Rondotu immediately became excited and remembered the past.

"Grandpa, what are you excited about? I seem to remember you. Have you ever been in Beimang mountain