After Wei Yuan arrived in Chang'an, he contacted Dong Yuefeng on his mobile phone.
After waiting for a while at the steamed bun shop next to it, the old professor rushed over in a hurry. His white hair, which was originally neatly arranged, looked a little messier. His eyes were bloodshot and the bags under his eyes had become a lot heavier. But he was still in high spirits.
Still very good.
After what happened last night, he hurried to the Imperial Tomb and stayed there until now, almost without sleep. When he was young, researchers of his generation could devote themselves wholeheartedly to research. This kind of thing is
Homely meals.
But now he is older and looks quite tired. After Dong Yuefeng came in, Wei Yuan helped order a steamed bun. The old man broke the bun with slightly trembling hands and said:
"Master of the Guard, you are here."
"Sigh... I still want to study it in half a month. Who would have thought that this matter would turn out like this? No one can predict the changes in this matter."
Dong Yuefeng sighed with emotion.
Wei Yuan nodded and asked about the old man's current situation.
Dong Yuefeng lowered his voice and explained a few words.
Combining the information Wei Yuan knew, he more or less figured out what was going on now. After the tomb robbers entered the imperial mausoleum last night, they somehow managed to open the mechanism of the imperial mausoleum. The Twelve Golden Man
One of them drew his sword, and with just one blow, he cut a huge sword mark that was unknown how far away.
Everyone is now blocked from the entrance.
A bunch of researchers are now frantically checking information, hoping to find more records about the Twelve Gold People, but all efforts are in vain for a while. The monks have tried to get closer and want to break through with force, but the Twelve Gold People have failed.
After all, people are sharp weapons forged by gathering the soldiers of the world.
Their cultivation level cannot cause any harm to the twelve golden people.
If it weren't for the Jin men guarding the entrance to the imperial mausoleum, many people would probably die in this attempt.
But even now, there is still little progress, but a lot of damage has been done.
"Although I also saw the discussion about Buddhism and Taoism, I was still a little confused."
Dong Yuefeng sighed: "There is actually spiritual practice in this world."
Wei Yuan understood the complexity in Dong Yuefeng's heart.
The discussion of Taoism and Buddhism, no matter how significant it is, is separated by a layer and has little relevance to him, giving it an unreal feeling. However, these archaeological and historical matters are Dong Yuefeng's full-time job.
I have spent a lifetime experiencing these things, so I feel even more deeply.
A steaming hot mutton steamed bun topped with two tablespoons of spicy oil.
In just one meal, Wei Yuan had a clear picture of the current situation on Lishan Mountain.
Then we took Dong Yuefeng's car and rushed from Chang'an to Lishan.
The original scenic spot has now been blocked by the special operations team and ordinary people are not allowed to approach. After Wei Yuan entered, he saw that the place a hundred steps away from the Lishan Emperor's Mausoleum had turned into a temporary camp, crowded with researchers.
and monks.
Everyone is in a hurry and devoted to their tasks. Their faces are tired, but their eyes are very bright. Even if they look at it from the most mundane and insignificant perspective, participating in such a huge thing will have a great impact on their future careers.
It's of huge help.
And more people actually have higher pursuits in their hearts.
Several people greeted Dong Yuefeng, but they glanced at the unfamiliar face Wei Yuan and stopped paying attention. A middle-aged man tiredly put down the information collection in his hand and saw Dong Yuefeng and Wei Yuan behind him.
Yuan frowned and said, "Professor Dong, there are enough people here."
He said in a very rude tone:
"Who is this again? I don't remember such a person studying the history of the Qin Dynasty."
"The more people there are, the more troublesome things will be."
He thought Wei Yuan was a related person who was brought here.
Dong Yuefeng said: "This is the head of the Wei Hall I told you before. He is very knowledgeable about historical antiquities."
"...Museum owner?"
The middle-aged man frowned and said: "I admit that this museum owner may have a lot of knowledge in general history, but what we need now are professionals. There are already too many people here, and there will be trouble if there are more.
.”
Dong Yuefeng frowned and said, "I didn't bring any students with me this time."
"I can vouch for the knowledge of the master of the guard hall. You can treat him as my assistant."
"I would rather you bring your students."
The middle-aged man still had an argument with Dong Yuefeng in a somewhat inhumane manner. The researchers around him were not surprised and avoided the two men, focusing on their own affairs and not daring to interfere with the problems between the two masters.
.
Wei Yuan was about to speak.
A young researcher said: "Professor Liu, I think this museum owner should be really capable." Everyone looked over in shock. Unexpectedly, someone dared to interrupt Professor Liu. It was a man about 26 or 27 years old.
The man is wearing simple and simple clothes, his eyes are peaceful, and his back is straight.
A condensed sense of skill, like a sword, was very conspicuous among these tired people.
Professor Liu said: "...do you know him?"
The young man said: "I believe Professor Dong will not make mistakes."
"Besides, Professor Dong should take such a big thing as seriously as you, Professor Liu."
The middle-aged man pondered for a while and was convinced by the last sentence. He just wanted to push away those who were planning to come here to add qualifications. He was so annoyed before and was too tired that he actually ignored Dong Yuefeng's own knowledge of antiquities.
He took it seriously, nodded, sighed and said: "...too."
"Then Professor Dong, the head of the guard hall, will study with you."
In the field of history, the middle-aged man who is known for his rigorousness took a step back. Dong Yuefeng was not interested in fighting with him. After talking to Wei Yuan for a few words, he hurriedly went about his own business, and the temporary camp resumed its busy and busy life.
In an orderly state, Wei Yuan turned around to see the researcher who spoke to him and thanked him.
The young researcher smiled and shook his head and said: "It's nothing. Professor Liu annoyed those people so much that he thought you were someone who came in through the back door. But I believe Professor Dong's vision. Besides, when I saw you
, I know you should be an expert, most people would be intimidated when they come in."
"Not even other researchers are as calm as you."
Wei Yuan looked at the researcher and said, "You are..."
The young man stared at Wei Yuan and said:
"My surname is Zhang. The name of Zhang is Zhang Shaorong."
Wei Yuan said: "My name is Wei Yuan."
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The entrance to the imperial mausoleum is guarded by the golden man of the Qin Dynasty.
Within a hundred steps, no one dared to approach.
Because Zhang Ruosu also knew that there must be some force secretly spying on the tomb of the First Emperor, so he paid great attention to the nearby guards, especially within a hundred steps of the imperial mausoleum, no one was allowed to get close. Wei Yuan had secretly passed by
During one visit, I even found a Taoist cultivator who taught the Five Thunder Barrels.
During this period of time, he was flipping through various fragments of ancient books compiled by researchers.
While secretly searching for who is most likely to guide the group of people who want to touch Captain Jin.
These days, he has not interacted with most of the researchers. Except for Dong Yuefeng, he is very close to Zhang Shaorong. This researcher with a peaceful temperament has a very in-depth understanding of the ancient relics and classics of the Qin Dynasty, and some
Even he, a person who had lived in that era, didn't understand very well.
After all, strictly speaking, the Black Ice Platform he belongs to is only responsible for fighting.
At most, protection and exploration were added, and the era of Great Qin was certainly more than just these.
As for Zhang Shaorong, he had his own considerations about the laws and craftsmanship of the Qin Dynasty.
Wei Yuan had similar thoughts to Zhang Shaorong on many things. On the third day, the two of them integrated the classics and documents and crossed out some of their previous speculations about the Twelve Golden People. The stage they are now in,
It is a period of constant trial and error.
Of course, for Wei Yuan, he was certain that he could go in directly.
But this doesn't make sense.
He planned to stay here for the time being and do some wait-and-see business. Anyway, Gonggong just went to bed. His need for the Mohist sword was not very urgent, and since the person in the dark deliberately exposed this information, it was obviously
If you want to muddy the waters and make things easier, then they will definitely come here.
By the time……
Zhang Shaorong put away the classics and said:
"Master of the Guard, it's rare that things have ended last night for the time being. Why don't we take a break around here?"
Wei Yuan came back from his thoughts and nodded.
The two men mentioned something to Dong Yuefeng, and then stepped out. The Imperial Mausoleum was on top of Mount Li. Viewed from a height, the entire Mount Li looked like a black horse. The two watched for a while, and then found a house outside.
Noodle House.
Zhang Shaorong stretched out two fingers: "Two bowls of mutton in a basin."
"Two meat buns, a bowl of cucumbers, and two bottles of wine."
The boss knew that these people were researchers, so he smiled and said, "Just the meat buns?"
"Would you like two more bowls of bi ang bi ang noodles? You can also eat roujiamo outside, but this noodle is different. You have to eat it authentically in Laoshan. Moreover, the word "bi ang" has its origin.
, according to legend, it was the name given by the First Emperor.”
"It is said that the first emperor was used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and then he lost his appetite. One day, the minister served biscuit noodles, which whetted his appetite. He ate several bowls at once, but he also felt that since the emperor had eaten this noodle, he could not give it to ordinary people.
Eat, so I deliberately wrote difficult words so that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to write them.”
Zhang Shaorong said: "How is it possible..., that person is not like that."
"How could you, with your magnificent magnanimity, condescend to the point of quarreling with the people?"
He smiled and said: "Besides, in that era, how many people could write, as long as they could say no, it would be fine. The superiors said what the superiors said, and the common people had to eat what the common people had."
The boss scratched his head and said:
"There are also other theories. He was a poor scholar. When he went to Beijing to take the exam, he had no money to eat, so he traded his words for a meal, and he came up with this name."
Wei Yuan was silent for a moment and said:
"The Qin Dynasty did not go to Beijing to take the exam. In other eras, they would not go to Xianyang City if they went to Beijing to take the exam."
"Another rumor is that the scholar is Li Si."
Zhang Shaorong said: "That's why I don't want to eat it."
"Just the mutton, add more coriander and two heads of garlic."
The boss readily agreed without any embarrassment or other emotions.
Soon, two large bowls of the meat-added version of the water basin mutton were served, with large pieces of mutton, vermicelli, clear soup, sprinkled with coriander, chopped green onion, and a large spoonful of red spicy oil, stirred,
The aroma came out immediately, and the boss served two more naan breads.
You can break it into small pieces and eat it by soaking it in, or you can eat it directly with the mutton soup.
I picked up two more bottles of Shaanxi’s local Bingfeng drinks.
The two of them were talking about this matter while eating. Wei Yuan saw Zhang Shaorong eating garlic even though he was not used to it. He choked so hard that he almost burst into tears and his eye sockets were red. Wei Yuan said: "
Are you not used to eating garlic?"
Zhang Shaorong said: "We don't eat this here..."
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "It's rare that there is a place where garlic is not eaten."
"I'm telling you, you have to eat this stuff to suppress the spiciness. You can add butter and herbs to enhance the flavor. It also tastes good when grilled. But I'm still used to eating it raw. Of course, garlic vermicelli
The scallops are not included, but they still taste very good. I will take you to eat them if you have the chance."
While eating, Zhang Shaorong nodded and said with a smile: "I don't know how long this will take."
"We also have to work together."
"Wei Yuan, just call me Shaorong."
His voice paused and he said with a smile: "Besides, the title of Master of the Guard is too unfamiliar."
"Wei Yuan, Wei Yuan...can I call you A Yuan?"
Wei Yuan nodded and said, "Of course it's no problem."
"But you'd better not eat garlic."
Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, pushed the tissue over, and said: "The garlic here is very strong. You are a big man, and your eyes are so hot that they are tears and red. Don't hold on if you are not used to it. Others are still angry."
What do you think I did to you?"
"It's okay A Yuan, I think it smells pretty good."
Zhang Shaorong grinned and forced himself to say something.
When I looked up, I had to drink a bottle of ice-cold Bingfeng to suppress the terrible spiciness.
The breath he breathed out when he opened his mouth was full of spiciness, and he was about to speak.
At this time, both he and Wei Yuan received calls.
It belongs to Dong Yuefeng.
They found a way into the Imperial Tomb!
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On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu pondered the aftermath of the birth of the Emperor's Tomb.
More importantly, consider the actions that practitioners from other nearby realms might take.
Qin, the end of Qin, this era is not that simple.
China is a mess.
At this time, the old Taoist priest flipped through the information in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously tightened his palms to tighten the few lines of words.
"The tomb of Wuyanghou of the Han Dynasty was stolen."
"Weapon lost."
Wuyanghou...
A name instantly appeared in Zhang Ruosu's mind.
Wuyang Daoying welcomes Emperor Yan in his secluded grave. The royal family of Xuanli is surrounded by bandits who are extremely powerful.
He is always at the Hongmen Gate, where he is wearing the emperor's palace. He shrugs his face and crows his head, and hides his tears to realize the Lord.
Wu Yanghou of the Han Dynasty, one of the generals who destroyed the Qin Dynasty, a hero of Hongmen, and a fierce general who founded the country