Titled 200 million years

Otherwise, Su Mingcheng's tomb would not escape the catastrophe, and the tomb thief would definitely catch it.

Su Wanluo stood standing in the middle of this cemetery, her face a little unsightly.

Xia Xun's eyes turned away from her, slightly distressed.

When he was besieged by so many people when he was in the space of the cave mansion, Su Wanluo never had a look on his face.

But now, she was really angry.

In addition to anger, there is a hint of self-blame and guilt.

If it weren't for her, the Su family would not have fallen to where it is today, let alone that even the tombs of their ancestors had been dug by tomb robbers.

Thinking that when the Su family was prominent, any unopened tomb robber would dare to hit the Su family cemetery?

That is definitely not dare.

Xia Xun didn't speak, in fact he didn't know what to say at this time.

He hadn't experienced this kind of thing, so he got used to it.

For example, his own grave was dug.

Because it is definitely not enough to live all the time, and will be regarded as a total monster, so he has to change his identity every 50 to 60 years, 70 to 80 years.

In the eighth life, he became a businessman of a wealthy and rival country. After feigning his death, he could not find his body. Later generations gave him a burial mound, which contained a lot of gold and silver.

Unexpectedly, the tomb thief would miss it later.

When he lived to the sixteenth life, a confidante died because of a serious illness, which made Xia Xun feel the pain and loneliness of eternal life.

He went to the old place to revisit, but it was not the mountains or the water that he swam, but the burial mound that he left behind after living so many lives.

Then I was surprised to find that many tombs had been stolen.

This made him dumbfounded.

But Xia Xun knew in his heart.

This is his own tomb, so he doesn't feel like being stolen.

But in the eyes of his descendants, even if it was just a cloak of clothing and was stolen by a tomb thief, it would be disrespectful to the ancestors.

The same holds true for the moment.

Therefore, Xia Xun can understand Su Wanluo's mood at the moment if he thinks in another way.

He carried the basket and found Su Mingcheng's tomb.

Su Mingcheng and Su Wanluo's mother Yin Xinyue were buried together.

Because the Su family started with the grandfather of Su Wanluo, it was only the fourth generation when it was passed down to Su Mingcheng's line, so his tomb is not difficult to find, just walk straight to the deepest part of the cemetery.

He took out the sickle and cleaned the weeds on the side of the tomb. This kind of thing was familiar to him.

Hua Xia is very particular about filial piety, and filial piety is included in sweeping the graves of its ancestors.

There are a total of thousands of tombs in the cemetery, and the number is quite exaggerated.

But looking around, no tomb was overgrown with weeds, only a few grasses that grew sporadically.

This shows that this cemetery has always been taken care of.

With this, Xia Xun felt that the Su family was great.

Even if the family decayed to such a degree, they did not say that they had forgotten their roots, and they still insisted on some things consistently.

If it weren't for the damn ban, otherwise he felt that if the descendants of the Su family participated in the imperial examination, they would definitely be able to enter the court as an official, and the revival of the Su family would not be difficult.

Xia Xun bent down to weed the weeds, while Su Wanluo placed the other sacrificial items one by one in front of her parents' tomb.

Before, she would come here every year.

In order to avoid being discovered, every time they sneak in in the middle of the night.

I just didn't expect time to pass so fast, it would be ten thousand years in the blink of an eye.

After Su Wanluo arranged the things, he looked up at the bluestone stele and found that there were cracks on the stele.

But it's not surprising that this is just an ordinary bluestone stele. Ten thousand years have passed, and it is not easy to preserve it today. It is not surprising that cracks appear.

Out of the corner of Xia Xun's eyes, he also caught a glimpse of the crack on the tombstone, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

When he removed the grass on the ground, his figure sank into the void.

He is an outsider after all, it is better for Su Wanluo to be alone with her parents at this time.

When Xia Xun walked out of the void, he was already in the valley where he met Lu Zejun.

From a distance, I could see Lu Zejun washing rice by the river, he should be preparing for breakfast.

As for the little Lolita, Lu Lingyu is playing with Qilin Xiaobai at the door.

Xia Xun did not disturb their peace, but came to a mountainside.

When he came here yesterday, he discovered that there is a source stone ore vein, and the source stone reserves in it are amazing. If all of them are mined, he suspects that it will be enough to turn a pauper into the richest man in Kyushu overnight.

There is no exaggeration in this statement.

Lingshi is already an expensive luxury in Kyushu, and the source stone is a treasure of heaven and earth that is hundreds of times more advanced than Lingshi.

He planned to tell Ji Mingyue of this source stone vein when he returned to Houji next time.

Perhaps it can alleviate the urgent need for the emptiness of the state treasury in Da Zhou.

Xia Xun stood on the mountainside, opened his eyes, pinpointed the location of the source stone vein, and then took a step forward and sank directly into the mountain.

After a short while, he reached the depths of the ground ten miles underground.

No wonder no one discovered such a top-grade source stone vein, because it was buried too deep.

Even with the existence of the sixth layer of the supernatural power realm, the divine consciousness cannot penetrate such a deep underground.

Arriving in this vein, Xia Xun swept away the long sword in his hand, and he opened up a cave that was one hundred meters wide.

Taking the purest source stone from the mineral vein, Xia Xun made a satisfied smile across his mouth.

However, he did not rush to leave, but stood at the top of the waterfall, watching Lu Lingyu and Xiaobai play quietly.

A longing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth in this warm scene.

He decided.

When all the things are done, he also plans to find a place like this, and then live a leisurely and lazy life like a celestial couple.

...

Feeling that the time is almost up, Xia Xuncai left here and returned to the Sujia Cemetery.

At this time Su Wanluo was already packing things up.

She turned around and took a look. She was about to ask where Xia Xun had gone, but saw Xia Xun holding a half-human stone slab that looked like white jade.

"Such a big source stone?"

Ordinary people or monks with relatively low strength may not know what the source stone is, but Su Wanluo recognized the bluestone slab at a glance, and was surprised involuntarily.

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Su Wanluo naturally knew how rare a source stone was. The birth of a slap-sized source stone could cause a sensation, let alone such a large piece.

If a source stone as large as Xia Xun's hand is put up for auction in the auction house, it may be sold at a sky-high price of hundreds of millions of gold coins.

"Found a source stone vein." Xia Xun said.

While talking, he took out the long sword.

Although there are many spirit swords of good grade in his ring, he still likes to use this mother-in-law to leave him.

Although this long sword is very ordinary, it is not even a spiritual weapon, but it has extraordinary significance for Xia Xun.

He glanced at Su Mingcheng's tombstone and wrote down the text and typesetting on it.

Then the long sword flew in his hand, the sword flew away from the dragon and the snake, and as soon as he poured his attention, he wrote on the source stone, which is as hard as the iron.

As the stone chips flew, lines of neat and beautiful line characters appeared on the white jade-like stone slab.

There are four most commonly used fonts in tombstone inscriptions, namely: Xingkai, Lishu, Weibei and handwritten inscriptions. The four fonts have their own distinctive styles, and they also have their own unique artistic senses.

The writing in Xingkai is fluent, and the style of writing is elegant, not only as stable as regular script, but also as smooth as running script.

The choice of tombstone font is not only to make the tombstone more beautiful as a whole, but also to give the living people the respect and memory.

After carving the inscription, Xia Xun polished the surroundings of this huge source stone slab smoothly, so that it looks more beautiful.

Su Wanluo didn't expect that Xia Xun had disappeared for a while to find a stone suitable for tombstones, and she was a little moved for a while.

"OK."

Xia Xun looked at Su Wanluo and said.

"Yeah." Su Wanluo nodded, "It's pretty."

"That's good."

Xia Xun smiled.

The question he just had was a pun.

Not only asked whether the tombstone was good, but also whether it was okay to make a tombstone without consulting her.

Fortunately, Su Wanluo was very satisfied.

Of course, this was also completely expected by Xia Xun.

"However, using the source stone to make tombstones is too public."

Su Wanluo's eyes fell on the stone tablet, and hesitated.

Her worry is not superfluous. Thirty-seven tombs in the cemetery have been stolen, indicating that the Su Family cemetery has long been targeted.

And this source stone is so huge that it can sell for three to five billion gold coins.

What is the concept of three to five billion gold coins...

Taihao City is such a big city, and tax revenue for a year is no more than one million gold coins.

In other words, this source stone is worth the tax revenue of Taihao City for hundreds of years.

"Don't worry, I have my own way." Xia Xun said with a smile. Since he can use the source stone as a tombstone, he naturally took this into consideration.

When he came out of the small world, he found his own tomb on the cliff.

It was the dress mound made by his mother-in-law and them.

Then Grandpa Lu laid out the formation, and Grandpa Xi carved the sword pattern.

It is basically impossible for outsiders to destroy this cloak.

So Xia Xun intends to follow her mother-in-law's approach.

When he laid the ninety-nine-nine-eighty-one divine formations, it was all the powerhouses of the divine power realm in Kyushu who could only stare.

Xia Xun first put the source stone aside and carefully took out the cracked stone tablet.

Although he couldn't even move his hands, a single thought could make the stele emerge from the ground, but doing so was not serious, and it was safer to do it with bare hands.

Xia Xun was about to place the new tombstone, and suddenly found that he had forgotten one thing.

That is to forget to add Su Wanluo's name.

He just reproduced it according to the text on the original tombstone, but there was no Su Wanluo's name on the original tombstone.

So he added Su Wanluo's name again.

After adding, it was found that there seemed to be a large blank space on the tombstone.

It doesn't look so beautiful.

At this time, a poem popped out of Xia Xun's mind. He didn't think much, and the long sword was unsheathed, and the iron painted silver hook flew on the stone tablet.

As the stone chips flew, a verse appeared: