"What the hell do I taste like? Why did you drag me into this? I'll be tortured with a hammer."
At this time, next to the waterfall pool.
Someone hiding on a tree trunk objected strongly.
Sword Spirit nodded and said: "I have seen a lot of those scenes in your inner lake. When your eldest wife and second wife were still little babies, didn't you, a scumbag, start to attack you?"
"..."
Zhao Rong couldn't control his blood pressure and protested:
"Wasn't I just a baby back then? It's wrong for a baby to attack a baby. How come you slandered the romantic incident at the boss's banquet as a culprit? Do your childhood sweethearts understand, do your childhood sweethearts understand?"
Gui nodded, "I don't really understand. All I know is that you are worse than a rabbit?"
Zhao Rong couldn't help but wonder, "Rabbit...what happened to Rabbit?"
"Rabbits know not to eat grass near their nests."
"…………"
Just as the two of them said, "You answer something and I respond to it," there was a different scene on the court at this moment.
In front of the waterfall, Snow Silkworm was holding his hands behind his back, standing silently and talking.
The string-stringed maidens escorted the masked women, passing by her who was watching indifferently, into a separate waterfall.
Zhao Rong looked closely and saw that there seemed to be a dark tunnel inside the waterfall...
After roughly understanding what happened on the field, Zhao Rong did not leave immediately.
Hiding in the tree, he waited for some more time.
There is still no strange villain suddenly appearing, and the plans and conspiracies are honestly read out.
"Is it just a normal dragon coffin burial..."
Zhao Rong murmured softly. Although he was slightly disappointed that he did not feel the joy of uncovering the conspiracy, he did not leave immediately.
The main reason is that Xue Can, a female officer of Fengyi, is present now, which is different from when she came.
I don't know what her cultivation level is, or whether he would be discovered if he slipped away quietly.
in addition……
The young Confucian scholar controlled his breathing even more subtly. At the same time, his eyes gradually turned towards the group of people who were trembling in a certain direction...
After about a stick of incense.
The string-stringed maidens who entered the waterfall corridor returned one after another.
As Zhao Rong expected, they were the only ones who returned, and none of the masked women in white clothes they brought in followed them out.
Among the group of string-stringed girls, the leader nodded slightly to Xue Can.
The latter nodded and led her away from the waterfall.
In an instant, the bifurcated waterfalls merged into one.
From the outside, there is nothing artificial about this waterfall.
If outsiders didn't know about it, they probably wouldn't have discovered that there was something strange on the cliff behind the waterfall...
Xue Can took out a small compass-like gadget and twisted it with her fingers.
After a few breaths, the water flow upstream of the waterfall seemed to be affected by someone somewhere upstream.
The current suddenly became violent and accelerated.
The waterfall became even more spectacular, completely covering the entrance to the imperial tomb.
Xue Can looked at the waterfall, nodded, took out a bronze token, and threw it towards the silent black-armored forbidden army.
Among the black-armored Forbidden Army, a general who looked like a leader at the front caught the copper token, which seemed to have a crescent moon engraved on it.
He looked at it for a few times and bowed with his hands.
"Go downstream and don't dirty the pool."
Xue Can gave instructions, took out a veil to cover her face, and then left with the other veiled string girls.
Before leaving, they faced the direction of the Moon Festival Mountain, bowed their heads and performed the pious crescent moon ceremony, and all murmured:
"The bright moon is divided into two parts, leaving and returning home."
At this moment, one of the pair of trembling imperial tomb craftsmen knelt down and begged for mercy:
"Fairy...Fairy! Please forgive me, the villain. I left my wife and children behind and traveled thousands of miles to build the imperial mausoleum for the late emperor for three years. During this period, I worked early in the morning and stayed in the dark. I was never careless... Please spare us!"
"There are a lot of fairies..."
"Me too, me too, spare my life, spare your life..."
Xue Can took the string strings and left the girls without turning their heads.
They did not even take a look at the craftsmen of the royal tombs.
It's like they don't exist.
Behind him, the craftsmen of the imperial mausoleum, who were vaguely aware of their fate, were wailing...
Some people wanted to run, but before they could take a few steps, they retreated under the cold sword light of the black-armored Imperial Guards.
On the field, a considerable amount of chaos was suppressed.
The black-armored general was tall and wore a black armor that was heavier and stronger than the other soldiers, covering his face and looking down on his facial expressions. At this time, he was facing the direction Xue Can and the others were leaving, as if waiting for the girls to go away.
After a moment, the black-armored general turned his head slightly, without even looking behind him, and walked indifferently in a certain direction.
Twenty black-armored forbidden troops set off in tacit agreement, pressing down on the group of crying imperial mausoleum craftsmen, and followed the former's footsteps.
That direction is downstream of the waterfall river...
"Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Come on, go up the mountain and look at the moon. What's the point of looking at a group of men? Ha, are you so bored that you can't save people?"
On a tree trunk somewhere, the sword spirit urged. At this point, it itself was amused and shook its head.
However, a certain young Confucian scholar did not reply.
Gui's words gradually stopped. If it could show its face, then its face would probably gradually become serious at this moment.
"No, you..."
Zhao Rong lowered his head and patted the dusty sleeves, smiled and thanked: "Good idea, I happen to be bored, so I'll let you go."
The words fall.
The two leaves above were gently floating down.
There is no one on the tree trunk anymore...
In the forest, a voice said seriously:
"Zhao Rong, everyone has his own destiny..."
Another voice interrupted gently, "I am also a mortal."
…
At this time, in the lush forest next to the waterfall, the soldiers and torches that were once every ten steps had disappeared.
It's like what happened not long ago never happened.
However, deep in the forest, there was a strange team flowing down the river, heading deeper.
Occasionally, some wailing and crying sounds faintly leaked from the gaps between the leaves.
The black-armored general and twenty black-armored imperial guards stopped in a deep open space, suppressing nearly a hundred imperial mausoleum craftsmen involved in core secrets.
The open space was covered with withered yellow leaves, knee-deep.
It seems like no one has been here for a long, long time.
The black-armored general stopped and turned around.
Twenty black-armored Imperial Guards surrounded the craftsmen of the Imperial Tomb and drew them all.
Cold light radiates.
It is reflected on the dark faces in the middle that are full of despair and grayness.
The black-armored general held the sword on his waist with one hand and raised it to shoulder height with the other.
The field was quiet for three breaths.
The weeping craftsmen of the imperial mausoleum looked at the general's hand that was about to put down with wide eyes.
At this moment.
The heavy face-covering helmet on the black-armored general's neck suddenly deflected in a certain direction.
Immediately, a slight sound of feet stepping on leaves resounded in the silent forest.
The Forbidden Army officers and the craftsmen of the imperial mausoleum looked in that direction with different expressions.
A young Confucian scholar, holding his sleeves, walked from the dark forest to the clear moonlight.
"General, what kind of token are you holding? I really want to be familiar with it. Could you please let me palm it?"
The young Confucian scholar smiled.
In the deep clearing, more than a hundred eyes fell on others.
The eyes looked shocked, surprised, and also filled with hope ignited in the gray...
The black-armored general was silent and looked at Zhao Rong quietly for a while, then suddenly said in a muffled voice:
"Mr. Zhao?"
Zhao Rong's smile was harmless, and his eyes swept over the black-armored general's motionless feet as if nothing happened.
The hands in his sleeves turned quickly, grabbing a small bag containing Whale Song Amber, but after a moment, he took it back and took out a silver token.
Zhao Rong looked around and came to a place where the moonlight was very bright.
He rolled up his sleeves with one hand and exposed the crescent-moon silver medal in the other, facing the moonlight and showing it to everyone.
Zhao Rong said in a curious tone: "Well, I wonder if the one below is bright?"
The atmosphere on the field became silent.
Under the moonlight, the silver medal engraved with the first quarter moon shone brightly.
Many of the imperial mausoleum craftsmen who showed some hope were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the young Confucian scholar with either puzzled or disappointed expressions.
However, the next second, there were banging sounds.
The black-armored general and more than twenty soldiers knelt down brazenly.
A group of imperial mausoleum craftsmen, including young and old people, looked shocked and looked around...
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PS: Refresh at two o'clock in the morning, brothers...