Xu Shi, who was still dressed as an ancient alchemist, stared at the information placed in front of him, his face was pale, and he fell into an absolutely dead silence. When Congshen poured the tea, he only moved a little louder and became uncharacteristically furious.
He flicked his sleeves and knocked the slave god out of the temple.
"Go down and be punished!"
Cong Shen, whose forehead was broken, knelt on the ground, feeling uneasy. Under this kind of compulsion, he still maintained a quite docile obedience and said: "Yes, yes..."
He humbly withdrew from the god.
Xu Shi picked up the tea, exhaled slowly, and his expression returned to rationality and calmness.
Tiger, who looks like a modern man, folded his arms and leaned on the side. He saw the information saying that there was an accident in the Lishan Emperor's Mausoleum. This was news that was deliberately released, but as the main god of Sakurajima, Xu
Even if the city has been washed away by time and cannot compare with itself in the prime of life, there are still ways to obtain deeper information.
One of the twelve golden men of the First Emperor appeared.
Xu Shi whispered to himself, his palms clenched unconsciously, and his fingers turned white.
"is it necessary?"
The tiger said: "The First Emperor is already dead."
Xu Shi replied: "He is indeed dead..."
The tiger sneered: "You will be shocked by a dead man, Xu Shi."
"Don't you understand life and death?"
"No!"
There was a feeling of fear and terror in the eyes of the alchemist. The nightmare of more than two thousand and two hundred years shrouded his body like a shadow. He thought that this fear had disappeared with the death of that person, but at this moment he realized that the fear was still as strong as
The dormant poisonous snake never leaves.
He replied: "It's because you don't understand the First Emperor."
Xu Shi finally stood up and looked in the direction of the East China Sea in silence for a long time.
The appearance of one of the First Emperor's Twelve Golden Men made him toss and turn, never able to settle down, and finally allowed the fear of the past two thousand and two hundred years to ferment out. In the end, Xu Shi sighed silently and took out the weapons he used when leaving China.
Stepped out of the East China Sea and headed for China.
Within a few days of hearing the news,
He at least wanted to find out what happened to the First Emperor's Mausoleum.
If this matter is not resolved.
Even though he has become the god king of the land, he still feels uneasy in his heart.
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Inside the Nestorian Cross.
Xiang Hongbao focused on his own affairs, trying to figure out and master a more professional and effective way of sacrifice that he got from the angels. Only the old man who raised his two brothers knew about this, so in the past few days,
It didn't stir up any waves.
And inside the flower shop not far from the Nestorian Church.
Xiang Hongyu is still tidying up his flower field. Everyone knows that he is looking for the most beautiful poppy flower. He has spent almost ten years. This actually makes the Nestorian monks who watched him grow up
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Because Xiang Hongyu's character was not so calm and calm at first.
At the beginning, he had a very domineering and self-centered personality. If he didn't take care of it, he didn't know what would happen. However, there was a very embarrassing thing. Xiang Hongyu was too powerful. If Xiang Hongbao was responsible for the trouble, he would be kidnapped.
They got up and got beaten up. If it were Xiang Hongyu, they would probably be beaten up.
Everything changed when it rained heavily one day and a believer brought a poppy poppy.
Although no one knows what Xiang Hongyu means by the most beautiful poppy.
Even he himself doesn't know.
He is still searching tirelessly.
While reading the botany paper, he wrote down points of interest beside him. On the table was the broken gun he found at the door after Xiang Hongbao left a few days ago. He himself didn't know it.
Why did I bring this gun blade in because I have a mysophobia?
However, because of mysophobia, Xiang Hongyu brushed the blade of the gun with disgust for more than two hours until it was as good as new, and then he placed it on the table with satisfaction. At this time,
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Is it Hongbao?"
Xiang Hongyu agreed, wearing a blue shirt, and opened the two buttons on it. The shirt was angular because of his strong muscles. The cuffs were rolled up, exposing his arms. He shouted, and put on the shirt that he would wear when studying.
He put his rimless glasses on the book, dressed in lazy home clothes, and walked over to open the door wearing slippers.
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Wei Yuan's feet were very fast and he easily caught up with the large army.
Most people, whether they are researchers or practitioners with various ideas, have mixed into the team, their attention has been occupied by this huge and vast underground palace, and they have not noticed that anyone is quietly coming.
He broke away from the large army and rushed back quietly.
Only Zhang Shaorong found him and said, "Ayuan, where did you go just now?"
"Why didn't I see you?"
Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Shaorong, paused, and replied: "Look at the style of the pottery figurines next to you."
"Compared with the ones outside, it's much more delicate, so I was a bit fascinated by it."
Zhang Shaorong smiled heartily and said: "Normally, the pottery figurines in the imperial mausoleum are arranged according to the army. Most of the ones developed before are just for the former army. The one with the highest title is a Daliang Zao, who should be a general of the former army. Now
He should be arriving at the Chinese Army."
"Different legions, the details of the armor may change to differentiate between subordinates."
"We should be somewhere between the inner city and the outer city now."
Wei Yuan nodded.
The words of a former friend echoed in my mind.
There are two layers of city walls inside and outside. There are gates and gates on all four sides of the city wall. The shape of the city wall is three gates, which is the gift of the emperor.
The real underground palace is completely imitated after Xianyang.
"Things die as things live."
The friend in the memory lamented that Zhang Shaorong next to him happened to say these words at this moment. Wei Yuan paused and looked at the young researcher next to him. The researcher turned around and said with a smile: "What's wrong?"
"……fine."
Zhang Shaorong smiled, then took out a bottle of Bingfeng and threw it to Wei Yuan, smiling: "I just bought it."
"Are you thirsty?"
Wei Yuan said: "A bit..."
It seems to be a habit that started in the Qin Dynasty. Every time he fights and fights, he will try his best. Every time, he will be very tired and need to drink water. He was just thinking about whether to use magic to get some water, but now Zhang Shaorong actually brings
Bring over the drinks.
This thing tastes much better than the water produced by magic.
Wei Yuan's Adam's apple twitched and said, "Isn't this place inappropriate for drinking Bingfeng?"
Zhang Shaorong blinked and said with a smile: "Are you going to drink secretly?"
"Forget it."
Wei Yuan took Bingfeng, used the hilt of the concealed sword to open the bottle cap, touched it with Zhang Shaorong, and walked between the outer city and the inner city with a flashlight, exchanging some ideas during the process.
, Wei Yuan said: "Shaorong, after this matter is over, will you comment on your professional title?"
Zhang Shaorong said: "Probably."
Wei Yuan said: "Let's have a drink afterwards?"
Zhang Shaorong smiled and said: "That's no problem, I will definitely drink you down."
The two of them were walking behind, but suddenly there was a commotion in front of them. The two of them looked at each other, their expressions changed, and they both quickened their pace and rushed forward. They separated the crowd and looked over. They found a new building here.
Burial tomb.
"It's a tomb with a higher standard than the tombs of ordinary craftsmen."
"This is an official, and not a low-level official. It stands to reason that such a person would not be buried with him."
Dong Yuefeng murmured to himself, his face full of confusion.
The tomb inside was open, and a man, who had turned into bones, was lying there.
There are scattered bamboo slips all over the ground.
"It's the Mohist theory!"
"This is the last generation of giants from Qin Mo!"
Everyone exclaimed, and there was a rare surprise in their voices. Wei Yuan looked at the white bones, but suddenly recalled the mechanism of the Qin Mo giant who was unkempt but had amazing talent, forged the twelve golden figures, and built the tomb of the First Emperor.
.
'You two make a choice.'
'One person will be the halberd bearer and will be responsible for protecting His Majesty when outside, and the other will be the young master to manage the prisoners.'
'Let me do it, Yuan, I have long wanted to be a general...'
In the noise, Wei Yuan seemed like an outsider. Looking at the bones, he seemed to remember that rough but arrogant face and his still immature self in his mind.
Inside the tomb must be the most important thing to the owner of the tomb.
There are only scattered bamboo slips here. After more than two thousand years, the words on them are still very clear. This is what everyone expected and the most important gain. Wei Yuan walked in and found no trace of the Mo family's sword. He turned around and looked.
Zhang Shaorong leaned down.
Looking at the bones, he finally sighed, took out something from his arms and placed it next to the bones.
It's walnuts and raisins.
Finally, there is a mobile phone.
No one noticed his movements.
Except Wei Yuan.
Zhang Shaorong glanced at Wei Yuan and said: "After he finally built the tomb of the First Emperor, he must have felt that he had no regrets in his heart, so he chose to be buried here as a funerary. Looking at these bamboo slips, he had already made preparations.
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"You should always stay in front of your greatest masterpiece."
"Before this idea, life and death are not a big deal. No matter who you are, you can't choose how to be born, but you can choose to leave this world in the way you like."
Some people stayed here to collect and sort out this part of Mohist classics.
The rest plan to continue exploring.
At this time, Dong Yuefeng stood up. After all, he was old. His eyes suddenly darkened, and he took a step back. After the green brick was stepped on, there was a crisp sound of the mechanism, and then everyone's expressions suddenly changed.
Suddenly, he shouted loudly.
"Get down quickly!"
Mechanical crossbows appeared on the surrounding walls.
The powerful crossbow bolts shot out.
The Wu Lei Lu Taoist who followed raised his hand to cast a spell, but for some unknown reason, his spell failed to exert even 10% of its original effect. He could only barely stop all the deadly crossbows, and Dong Yuefeng
If there is a way to stop it, it will fall directly.
Wei Yuan was beside him and grabbed the old man directly.
Immediately he felt the strangeness of this pothole, and a huge force pulled him down.
Wei Yuan's mind changed and he stepped forward.
Zhang Shaorong subconsciously grabbed his cuffs. At this time, Zhang Shaorong was just an ordinary person. He was staggered and fell directly. The mechanism was instantly closed, and everyone was so shocked that they broke into a cold sweat and were filled with deathly silence.
But Wei Yuan and the other three are no longer here.
PS: Second update today…………
Three thousand two hundred words, there should be another update. I am still writing, and the number of words may be slightly less~