Pushing open the door of the suspected palace house, Ying Xingtian and the others were shocked by the entire brightly lit city in front of them. Originally, I thought that the palace behind me was the core part of the ruins of this "former Qing ancestral land", but I didn't know where they were after seeing more layered buildings and high-walled compounds in front of me...... It's just the tip of the iceberg.

"Is this really just the secret mausoleum of the emperors of the previous generations of the Qing Dynasty?"

Yu Zhenzhen pulled Ji Yiming, followed Ying Xingtian and left this suspected prince's mansion, and stood on a thoroughfare in the underground city that was seven or eight meters wide and could even run four carriages in parallel in both directions.

"Building such a city underground should not be something that only Nurhachi's generation can do. Ying Xingtian's gaze swept all over the city that could barely be seen, and then looked back at the palace mansion with three floors in the tallest building: "It takes at least three or four generations of imperial dynasties to build such a miraculous existence." ”

"Originally, I thought that the ancient kiln city at the bottom of Shanglin Lake was already the limit of what the ancients could do. Ji Yiming also sighed lightly, his heart surging with admiration and shock for the predecessors of the cultivation world in Chinese history.

There is no doubt that it is impossible for ordinary people alone to complete the construction of this underground city, and almost every Chinese relic has the shadow of the predecessors of the cultivation world behind it.

"You come here. ”

Among the remaining seven people in the Ruins Exploration Department, Liu Luo's friend Li Xiang was the first to discover the formations arranged on both sides of the road, and hurriedly beckoned everyone to come over and see: "I have never seen this kind of formation, why is it arranged here?"

"Su Dong, do you recognize it?"

In addition to Liu Luo, who is good at various ancient Chinese languages, there are naturally people who are good at formation in the remaining group of seven. The "Su Dong" who was called by name was a young man with a bit of scholarly temperament, who squeezed over from the crowd and followed Ying Xingtian to squat down and look at the unfamiliar formation on the ground: "It should be ...... Seem...... It's a Daomen-style formation, but I've never seen a similar formation, and it's probably the same category as the ventilation array discovered by Ou's predecessors before, and it has nothing to do with cultivating the Martial Dao Witch Gu Heart Method. ”

Speaking of Ou Haichao, Ying Xingtian and Ji Yiming turned their heads and glanced at Gu Snake Xiaoyang's back at the same time.

The Dao Sect Sect Master was still with his eyes closed, his face calm, and he was unconsciously tied to the back of the Gu Snake's spacious snake.

Originally, Yan Siguang was not there, and Ou Haichao was the expert who knew the most about the formation among everyone. It's just that he doesn't know what's going on, and he has not woken up yet.

"Arrange formations in city roads, even if it's just a burial city underground...... It's also a big deal. Su Dong finally shook his head: "I can't see what the function is, or my knowledge is too shallow." ”

"It's not just here, it's everywhere else. Yu Zhenzhen took the lead in inspecting the burning Dan furnace-shaped "street lamps" on both sides of the road, not far away, and soon found more traces of formations: "There are six or seven formations on the street alone, and there are also the same in these houses on both sides." ”

"Don't be distracted, just follow me. Ying Xingtian led a group of people into the right side of the street first, a two-story high-carved beam painting building, but it was a frivolous temperament in the building: "Pujiaju, the fame is quite elegant, but it looks like it should be a green building?"

On the first floor, there is a hall that is divided into a stage and a wide seat, with a few square loose seats and private seats on both sides and in front of the stage. The carvings of the pillars on both sides of the stage are complicated and exquisite, which is about a love story such as the West Chamber, the Peony Pavilion, and the Peach Blossom Fan.

Ji Yiming observed for a moment in front of the pillar and found a very small sentence: Qingxi is full of Xinyi trees, not as good as Dongfeng peach and plum flowers.

After confirming that the story of the sculpture in the lower right corner was indeed the classic excerpt of the peach blossom fan, "Sleeping Incense", he turned to the rest of the people: "The age of this city building...... Or the recent repair years, at least after Kangxi. "Peach Blossom Fan" was created by Kong Shangren in the 38th year of Kangxi and was first published in 47 years. It was arranged into a drama and widely sung, at least fifty years after Kangxi. ”

Yu Zhenzhen came over to take a look with interest, and when her eyes moved down, she found an unfamiliar formation.

In addition, the rest of the people found it scattered elsewhere - only in this "Pujia Residence", there are four different formations.

Six or seven on the street outside the door, four in this green building.

It had only been a few minutes since he started to investigate, and he had already discovered so many formations that were rarely seen in ordinary times, which were extremely rare even in the exploration of ruins.

"Is this really a city built just for the burial culture?"

The same doubts as Ji Daoyan, Zheng Changlin and others soon began to appear in the hearts of Ying Xingtian and others. Everything in the green building was cleaned up for the time being, but when they left the "Pujiaju" and walked to the inn-like building next door to check, they found a lot of scattered clothes and bedding, unwashed dishes and chopsticks, half-burned firewood and charcoal, and there were even a lot of dry and hard corn, bacon and other ingredients in the kitchen.

Hundreds of years apart, of course, these things can no longer be eaten, but hundreds of years ago...... Could it be that this inn restaurant in the underground city has really done business?

Who is the host, and where are the guests from?!

As more and more buildings and dwellings were inspected, this inexplicable doubt was piling up in the minds of everyone. Not only the commercial buildings such as green buildings, wine stores, and inns, but also the ordinary people's homes with small doors on both sides, there are many bottles and jars of rouge and gouache scattered on the tables, chairs, benches, beds, bedding, and even the hostess's dressing table.

Yu Zhen opened a few pieces curiously, but she could still smell the faint fragrance.

"So in this city, did the residents of a whole city really live?" Li Xiang found several family account books in the study of a small mansion and flipped through them casually: "From the fifteenth year of Shunzhi to the seventh year of Kangxi, all kinds of large and small expenditures and incomes have been recorded. If it's just to build a more perfect simulation of the tomb city, these details are too much, right?"

"It's not just the residents here. Ying Xingtian's eyes swept over the occasional commercial buildings such as inns, money stores, pawnshops, post offices, etc., scattered on the street, and took a deep breath: "If only the residents of this city live here, who will these inns live in? Post office, what kind of carriage and horse logistics do they transport?"

"So not only did it once live in at least tens of thousands of people, but it also had a lot of connections with the outside world. Ji Yiming also poked his head over and glanced at the account book, and quickly noticed one of the small details: "In the sixteenth year of Shunzhi, an ancestral house in the western suburbs of Shengjing was sold, with 13 acres of land. ”

"In the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, Emperor Taiji of the Qing Dynasty, the son of Nurhachi, renamed Shenyang 'Shengjing'. The owner of this family has an ancestral house and fields in Shengjing, and should be the descendants of the yellow, white, red and blue four main banners in the Eight Banners. As a top student of the history department of Hanzhong University, although Ji Yiming brought this historical knowledge at his fingertips, it did not help explain the doubts in everyone's hearts: "So this city not only has contact with the outside world, but even the residents are normal people with roots." The question is...... Hidden in such a deep underground city, how can we contact the outside and sell the Shengjing Ancestral Mansion?"

No one can answer this question.

And just as everyone was aimlessly rummaging around, trying to find more clues.

Far away in the northeast corner of the city, there was a sudden dull loud noise.

Not only the sound, but also a strong energy fluctuation that passed through it.

It's like a formation...... It's more like some powerful cultivator, bursting out with all body strength.

……

……

Niu Chuxiong wasn't sure if the armor-covered warrior in front of him, exuding a cold aura and a sharp murderous aura, really understood his words.

However, such a guy with the aura of a top grandmaster realm walked in front, and occasionally turned his head to look at him with a hideous skull carving, and Niu Chuxiong had to send it even if he played a drum in his heart.

(Anyway, there's nothing left to do but follow him right now.) After all, this guy is a native of this place, if there is any hope of finding Yan Siguang, it should be only him. ）

This logistics minister of Qianlong Yuan, who was not good at fighting, followed the Qing soldiers all the way to the martial arts field, and walked in the opposite direction to Ji Daoyan and Zheng Changlin. Although I was drumming in my heart, I still had some hope.

(Boss Yan, Boss Yan, my old cow is desperate to take risks for you this time, you must have nothing to do!)

One person, one ...... I couldn't tell whether the Qing soldiers were human beings, ghosts, or other beings, so I walked through the spacious and empty streets of the underground city, passing through countless Dan furnace-shaped street lamps, various buildings, and even a roadside park that looked like a polo field.

The general's feet always maintain a frequency and distance of two steps per second, one meter per step, as accurate as a robot, and the hard combat boots on his feet hit the bluestone slab ground, making a crisp sound of mechanical strikes, echoing far away.

Niu Zhuxiong has been recording the walking time and distance of the two, and he is also holding a customized tablet computer of Qianlong Yuan in his hand, opening the hand-drawn board and drawing a sketch map of each place he has passed. And every 100 meters or so, he will secretly use his toes on the bluestone slab ground, leaving a brief trace of the hidden dragon abyss.

The stone slabs in the city were very hard, and it was a bit of a struggle for him, a "martial artist" who was only in the middle grade, but fortunately, no matter what kind of movement he made behind him, the Qing soldiers would only glance back at most. The skull pattern on the helmet mask was hideous, but the narrow eyes peeking out of the hole were dull.

I don't understand what Niu Chuxiong behind him is doing.

The two of them walked for about seven or eight minutes, and they were nearly ten kilometers away from the original martial arts arena by the city wall, and they didn't know how far away they were from Ji Daoyan and Zheng Changlin to explore the direction.

Halfway through, Niu Shuxiong couldn't help but ask twice, but only got a look from the other party and a blank look, and he didn't even make a half-sentence as the ugly sound of sandpaper polishing rusty iron.

Just as he began to feel a little impatient in his heart, and his pace slowly slowed down, the Qing soldiers in front of him finally stopped and turned his head back slightly: "Arrived...... Finish. ”

Where has it been?

Niu Chuxiong looked at the streets and houses on both sides that were no different from other areas along the way, and found no trace of "other people" at all. The only difference may be that you can often see some commercial buildings such as restaurants, inns and pawnshops on both sides of Fangcai Road, and this is about a purely residential area.

The houses on both sides are low and simple, except that the roof is covered with the same blue tiles, and the outer walls are even covered with yellow mud.

"What about people? Doesn't that mean there are other people?"

The Qing soldier was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to take off the skeletal mask helmet on his head. showed a tough face like a knife and an axe, and the thick and slightly dry braid at the back of his head, and then said: "People...... What?"