Qi Yu once thought about the scene where he was excavated by later generations as a cultural relic.

The scene was by no means like this, lying in the tomb, listening to the roar of the machines outside, quietly waiting for the moment when it was unearthed.

After waking up after forty years of sleep, Qi Yu's memory is already a little blurred. Leaning against a coffin, he was in a daze.

Memories of the time before falling asleep flooded back into my mind.

That was a hundred years ago.

Outside the window, the snow was heavy at night, and the fire was blazing inside.

"It is said that there were four beauties in ancient times, but when it comes to enjoying and playing, you must also pay attention to seeing drunk concubines, smiling and praising concubines, ruthless and sick Xi Shi. What about you, which one?" Dong San held a piece of silk in his hand and wiped the Yue in his hand, gently as if he was caressing his lover's skin, and asked without raising his head.

The man opposite him just smiled and didn't say anything, and the gun in his right hand was handed over to his left hand, shaking a beautiful gun flower.

"Is it arranged at home?" Seemingly not quite used to this somewhat silent atmosphere, Dong San asked again.

The man finally spoke, "Go to the southwest." It turned out to be a clear young man's voice, but his voice was immature but his tone was old.

Hearing this, Dong San showed a mocking look on his face, the corners of his mouth raised, but then he held back a smile, but the movements in his hands stopped, and he picked up his shuangyue and weighed it.

As if knowing that Dong San would laugh at him, the man didn't say much, just leaned in front of him, stretched out his right hand and gently pinched the gun, feeling the gun in his hand.

Nothing to say for a while.

It was almost midnight, and both of them stopped their movements. The atmosphere was slightly tense, and Dong San chanted as if he was gagging: The moon is dark, the wind is cold, and the snowy night is a good time to kill.

There was a rustling sound in the yard. The creak of the door being pushed open, the hunting of robes in the breeze, the clatter of boots on the snow, but the only thing missing was the human voice.

Everyone was silent.

Dong San glanced at the man, and there was a trace of excitement and excitement in his tone, and asked, "Go out and cut people?"

Seeing that the man nodded, Dong San stood up suddenly. Shuangyue swung vigorously a few times, then pinned to the back waist, pushed open the door with both hands and strode out.

The man still stayed in the room, stroking the gun he had just gotten in his hand, just thinking about his thoughts in a daze, and didn't listen to Dong Sanzuo's final mobilization.

Outside the house, Dong San stood on the steps in front of the north room, facing the crowd wearing white snow clothes inside and white clothes outside, preaching excitedly and solemnly.

"What are we going to do with the invaders who break into here, the executioners who kill their fellow citizens with impunity?"

"Of course, it's a knife to kill back!"

"I, Dong Yusan, are yellow belts, much better than you mud-legged people, in the past, I was a master, and you were a slave. ”

"But today, I want to kill people for you minions!"

The passionate voice came into the room, making Qi Yu feel a little trance. Dong San, a clan relative who is used to being a bully, actually knows the truth that foreigners cannot be allowed to bully the Chinese.

So, Qi Yu asked herself, what about me?

I thought of the southwest, of the starvation outside the city, and of the past thousands of years ago.

Outside the house, Dong San's voice gradually became quieter, Qi Yu shook his head, clenched the big gun and walked out.

The agitation aroused by the speech had subsided, but there was a frenzy in everyone's eyes, a frenzy for which one could give his life.

When they saw Qi Yu's appearance, everyone in the courtyard stopped breathing for a moment as if they had been hit in the heart by a heavy hammer.

The atmosphere became quiet, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on Qi Yu, as if there was a magical magic that made them unable to take their eyes off.

No one thought that the Qi family Yushu, which had disappeared for many years, would appear here.

Looking at the old and young gathered for the same purpose, Qi Yu nodded slightly, and said loudly: "Qi Yu is very fortunate to be able to bathe blood with you today." After saying that, he bowed and bowed, and he climbed onto the roof and disappeared.

After a while, Dong San saw that there was a fire in the north, and immediately ordered to start action.

The 100 Jianghu people in the courtyard each raised their glasses and swallowed a large mouthful of Fenjiu, and after breaking the wine bowl, they took their respective blades and broke them into pieces and attacked them to various key points in the city.

Suddenly, the courtyard that was crowded just now was a little deserted. Only the branches of a plum tree on the edge of the east wall trembled slightly.

When future generations mention this martial arts war, in addition to feeling tragic and heroic, they will also use a tragic description. One hundred and one soldiers pledged their lives to the country, annihilating more than 1,300 enemies, and only six or seven were alive.

But no one knew that in fact, a total of one hundred and two people participated in this war, and Qi Yu seemed to have been forgotten by history, and no one who survived knew what he did that night.

After the organizer of this attack, the child of the clan named Dong San, was seriously injured and died, no one knew what Qi Yu was doing or even his life and death.

Qi Yu just went to pick up one thing. Of course, the things left by Qi Yu of the Qing Dynasty had to be taken by Qi Yu of the Republic of China.

Under the cover of hundreds of Jianghu children, the sound of killing in the city was everywhere, and it was already boiling over. And Qi Yu took advantage of this noise to quietly go out of the city.

There is a village of Chuanxia a hundred miles outside the city, and Qi Yu arrived here in just one hour.

The ugly time is approaching, and the countrymen have gone to bed early, and occasionally there is the light of one or two oil lamps, which is the scholar who does not care about the world still hopes to read at night in order to seek fame.

But what he didn't know was that the Qing Dynasty was dead, and now the government of the Republic of China was about to die. When the national disaster is at hand, how can there be a way out for scholars.

On tiptoe, Qi Yu walked towards the ancestral hall, where there was what he wanted.

But after walking a tortuous dirt road, he stopped abruptly, his brow furrowed.

The feng shui here has been changed.

Qi Yu had designed this place with his own hands, and it was impossible for people who were not familiar with the formation to go to the ancestral hall, and the people in the village could only find their way to the ancestral hall under the leadership of the patriarch.

As a designer, Qi Yu is of course familiar with the road. But now that it's a strange place, it seems that someone has secretly made some changes.

The pattern of grass, trees, rocks, and houses had changed, and it was not difficult for Qi Yu to find the right path, but he didn't have time to stop longer.

Did the sacrifice of the brothers only bring him helplessness?

No. Qi Yu thought. Fortunately, there is another way.

He sneaked into the house where the lights were still on, and found the scholar who was reading that night.

Reading is often the prerogative of the patriarch.

Xu Bangwei has never understood why his father insisted on studying by himself, obviously the ancestor wrote that future generations should not be able to become famous, even if he is familiar with those rotten Four Books and Five Classics, it is useless.

What he was really interested in was the occasional talk, the new ideas of the revolutionary stream.

He is different from those poor and sour talents who are immersed in hard study and don't even know that the Qing Dynasty is dead. He didn't love Daqing.

The Xu family is all the remnants of the previous dynasty, and after the death of the Ming Dynasty, they moved here for some reason and did not come out again. In Xu Bangwei's generation, the only contact with the outside world was some books brought home from time to time by the domestic servants in charge of purchasing, and whenever Xu Bangwei would read all night.

Cut off the lights, and the room will be a little brighter. Closing the booklet, Xu Bangwei took a sip of tea.

If those Confucian classics gave him the feeling of being old-fashioned, then the cry on the table brought him infinite passion and sorrow, and a fire seemed to be ignited in his heart.

The young man is always easily impressed, and he vaguely knows that the outside world is very bad. Zu Xun was refuted, but he watched the number of refugees entering the city increase day by day, and he knew what caused them when he looked at the ragged beggars.

The urge to do something kept pounding into his mind.

There was some movement outside the window, presumably someone's cat and dog. Xu Bangwei didn't think much about it and slept with his clothes. As soon as I fell asleep, I felt that something was wrong, and there seemed to be another breathing sound in the darkness.

Seeing the other party sit up, he opened his mouth in panic but forced himself not to make a sound. Spreading his hands to show that he had no malicious intent, Qi Yu asked him, "Are you the patriarch?"

Using some small means, Qi Yu asked who the patriarch was from the mouth of the scholar named Xu Bangwei.

Walking to the door of the north room, Qi Yu listened attentively to the movement in the house, and there was only the sound of one person's breathing, which seemed to be the patriarch.

Quietly pushing open the door and then closing it, Qi Yu walked to the bed and gently pushed the man on the bed. The man did not move, still snoring softly.

Just as he was about to push again, Qi Yu suddenly took a big step back, only to see the right leg of the person on the bed suddenly kick out, which was where Qi Yu was just now.

When the man saw that the sneak attack had not worked, he sat up generously. In the darkness, those eyes sparkled, as if they had never slept.

"If you are so vigilant, you must not be a child. Who are you!" The voice was loud and full of energy, not at all like the withered and thin father in Xu Bangwei's mouth.

"Are you the head of the Xu family?" Qi Yu asked rhetorically.

Father Xu's eyes seemed to flash a gleam, and he admitted: "It's the old man, who are you, why did you enter the house at night?"

With a slight arch of his hand, Qi Yu said in a positive voice: "The flat-headed vine is a wastelander, a new springboard, and the ears and eyes are touching the piano, and come to lead the armor." ”

Father Xu was a little surprised when he heard this, pondered for a while, and arched his hand, and replied: "The word, the pot is rotten, and the word side by side read the pestle?"

Qi Yu shook his head, indicating that he was not here for money. Then raise your right hand, bend your index finger, straighten your thumb and the other three fingers, and make a three, one, and nine gesture.

Seeing this, Father Xu no longer looked like a Jianghu person, walked around Qi Yu, and said slowly: "A stove of cigarettes is going up, the three old and four young people are sitting in the hall, and the disciples are incense to invite the ancestors, and welcome the ancestor Pan Qianweng." ”

Qi Yu replied: "The second furnace of incense cigarettes is held in the air, the three old and four young are happy, welcome the ancestor to sit on it, and the disciples put incense on the salute." ”

"Brother Help?"

"Yes. ”

"Dare to ask Ling Shizun's surname?"

"Shang Pan and Xia Qing, it is Pan Zu. ”

"Ishiji-an?"

"It's Wengong. ”

After another trial, after the family ceremony Q&A, Father Xu confirmed Qi Yu's identity, and hurriedly took two steps back, and was about to make a big bow to pay homage to the ancestral master.

The Xu family has settled here for generations, in addition to the silent resistance of the Ming Dynasty elders to the Qing Dynasty, they are more waiting for the Zhu family's inheritance that can be an enemy.

And in the ancestral teachings that have been handed down, this terrifying old monster with a big generation is not only the owner of the inheritance, but also the key to open the inheritance. The mission of the Xu family patriarchs in the past generations is to wait for him.

After the patriarch of the Xu family explained that the reason for the change in the village's feng shui was that the formation diagram was leaked, whether the reason was true or not, Qi Yu had no choice but to believe him.

So he immediately asked the patriarch to take him to the ancestral hall and take away the treasure that belonged to him.

Patriarch Xu didn't care about his son's life or death, but directly took Qi Yu out to the ancestral hall.

It's still that path, it's not difficult to walk, but even Qi Yu can't find a way to go to the ancestral hall. This can only show that the attainments of the Xu patriarch beside him in the formation are too powerful, and Qi Yu has to admire them.

asked where Patriarch Xu was from, but he just prevaricated and said that there was no teacher to teach. This made Qi Yu suspicious.

I think that Zhuge Wuhou was wise and close to a demon, and a few piles of rocks in the gossip array could trap Lu Boyan's tens of thousands of troops, and he was still taught by Huang Chengyan. No matter how wise the patriarch of the Xu family is, it is impossible for him to understand the method of changing the formation in the classics.

After walking for a while, Qi Yu saw the outline of the ancestral hall in the dark. The ancestral hall of the Xu family is the same as the ancestral halls in various places, the first courtyard is a huge patio when entering the door, and the left and right sides are wing rooms, and then go forward and enter the main body of the ancestral hall. There are some long-standing cypress trees planted in the patio, and an old locust tree is planted in the corner.

There is a plaque on the main hall of the ancestral hall, which reads "Xu's Great Sect" four gilded characters, the pen is strong and strong, and it looks like a prestigious atmosphere. Qi Yu took the lead and walked in, bowed slightly to the tablet, bypassed the divine seat and walked into the third courtyard of the ancestral hall.

The third courtyard is a five-room partial courtyard, which is mostly used for storage. Qi Yu walked to the room used as a book store, leaned away and asked Patriarch Xu to take out the key and open the door.

Pushing open the door, a stale aura rushed towards him, and the patriarch Xu, who was followed closely, was choked and coughed a few times, and said: "The younger generation of the study has been here many times, and there is no secret room, I don't know what you are here for?"

He looked at Qi Yu suspiciously, but saw Qi Yu gently shaking his head at him, pushing the door shut, and suddenly the room was dark.

He only felt a chill on his neck, and in an instant he thought of what was going on, and hurriedly raised his hand, and said continuously: "What are you doing, senior, don't be joking!"

Qi Yu held the gun against his neck in his left hand and did not move, and his right hand fumbled for the key on him.

"Can't you hear the breathing sound in the left and right wings of the patio?" Qi Yu said this, and then found the key.

It's a terrible feeling to be betrayed, especially by someone you trust.

The memories were interrupted.

The small hole in the burial chamber revealed a glimmer of light, Qi Yu came back to his senses, he sat up with his hands on the ground, patted the soil on his body, cleaned himself, and lay down in the sarcophagus again, covered the coffin lid in the coffin, and waited for excavation.