With the support of the Tiger Master, Ouyang Jingcheng's work in Hongmen will definitely be carried out well, so that Qin Yan can completely put his mind at ease. With Ouyang Jingcheng helping to take care of Hongmen's affairs, Qin Yan didn't have to worry anymore.

A few days later, bidding farewell to Su Jianqiu, Qin Yan and Xiao Wei flew to Haojing.

As for Shi Xuan, he had already flown to Binhai two days ago to prepare for the Yaowangmen. Qin Yan called Xue Bing to help arrange it, but he didn't have to worry about it. Xue Bing's ability to do things, Qin Yan has always recognized it, and with her assistance, there should be no problems at all.

Hojing, the capital of emperors since ancient times, is most famous for the terracotta warriors and horses of Qin Shi Huang, which is famous throughout the country.

Hojing is an ancient historical and cultural city, where dragons and tigers stand and the emperor looks.

When he was a child, Qin Yan traveled all over the country with Moli and also arrived in Hojing. Even, in the dead of night, he sneaked into the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang to find out. The Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang that can be visited publicly today is only a part, and the deeper places have not yet been fully explored.

The Gate of Heaven was established when Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms.

At the beginning, Qin Shi Huang unified the six countries, and in order to prevent the people from resisting, he collected all the soldiers from the world and cast twelve gold men. Burning books pits Confucianism and fooling the people. At that time, all major sects also became the targets of Qin Shi Huang's attack. As the head of the world's martial arts, Tianmen naturally takes on the burden of collecting the world's martial arts classics. For this, Tianmen has also paid the price of blood.

When it comes to these histories, I'm afraid no one knows better than Qin Yan, even those so-called historians and archaeologists can only compare with him. After all, for 5,000 years, Tianmen has treasured a wealth of classics from generation to generation, and has experienced so many baptisms of war, and they are also well preserved. This is what generations of people in Tianmen have paid for with countless lives.

After staying in Hojing for a night's rest, early the next morning, Qin Yan and Xiao Wei went straight to Shangjun.

The south tower is the ancient city of Taichung in the north, and the sixth floor is famous in the world.

Shangjun is located in the northernmost part of Qin Province, at the junction of the Loess Plateau and the Mu Us Sandy Land.

Relatively speaking, the economic conditions of Shangjun are relatively backward, although people do not starve to death, but the living conditions are very poor. The average farmer's annual income is only two or three thousand.

Looking at everything in front of her, Xiao Wei couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

Friendly to the hometown, Xiao Wei was silent all the way, looking preoccupied.

She still vividly remembers that she was the only college student in her village, and remembers the excitement she felt when she got the university admission letter. However, in their village, patriarchal preference is preferred, and girls generally marry early, where will she be able to study? She has fought for it, cried, and made trouble, and she does not want to guard her husband and children at a young age like other girls, and revolve around the stove all day long. She knew that this was the only chance she had to change her future.

Despite her parents' opposition, she ran away from home, ran away from home overnight, and went straight to college. But the little money she saved was only enough for the journey, and she was hungry and fainted on the side of the road. It was Xu Haifeng, whose eyes were like torches, for her to study, teach her kung fu, and lead her to join the gate of heaven. Since then, her life has changed a lot.

Once, countless midnight dreams came back, and I found that the corners of my eyes were full of tears. Over the years, she has not been in contact with her family, and apart from sending money home every year, she has not even made a phone call or written a letter to her parents. She hated, hated their patriarchy, hated how cruelly they treated her in the first place. If it weren't for Xu Haifeng, maybe she would have starved to death on the streets.

"The scenery here is very chic. Seeing that Xiao Wei's mood was heavy, Qin Yan smiled slightly, trying to adjust her mood with some relaxed words.

"But in my memory, these are all poverty and suffering. Xiao Wei said.

"It's good to be at home for a thousand days, but it's hard to go out. The gold and silver nests are not as good as their own kennels. Looking back, it's more nostalgic, right?" Qin Yan said.

"Yes. I wouldn't want to come back here for the rest of my life if I could. Xiao Wei said.

Qin Yan was stunned, and he could hear the complaint in Xiao Wei's tone and the disappointment here, and he was speechless. Poverty is indeed terrible, and compared with a prosperous metropolis like Yanjing Binhai, it is undoubtedly too backward.

Most of the people in the mountainous areas live in caves.

There is a very ancient tradition here, when repairing the cave, first ask Mr. Yin and Yang to look at the terrain and mountain shape, determine the direction, and choose an auspicious day. The style of the cave is many and exquisite, the façade is chiseled out with fine chisels, and there are corridors and rain basins in front of the kiln. The window lattices are straight and staggered, long and short, forming various art patterns.

In the distance, you can see that there is a building in the village that is particularly eye-catching, different, and stands out from the crowd.

The high roof ridge and large tile house, one into two open, through the corridor tiger hug, carved edges and painted colors. The flagpole of the tree in front of the door, the squatting stone lion, the gate is made of terrazzo bricks, and there is a wall.

It's a bit of a deep palace compound, and the feeling of stars gathering.

The black Jeep Grand Cherokee, with its powerful four-wheel drive, walks in it without any pressure.

"Where is your home?" Seeing Xiao Wei constantly sparing the circle, Qin Yan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know. Xiao Wei said.

Qin Yan was stunned and secretly smiled bitterly. This girl must have a lot of stories hidden, right?

Outside the high-roofed and tiled house, a middle-aged woman stood looking forward to it.

When Xiao Wei's eyes fell on him, he was slightly stunned, and the car stopped.

"Mom!" Xiao Wei shouted. Some rusty and choked!

"Yaya, are you back, are you back?" the old woman's voice was a little excited, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. "Old man, old man, Yaya is back, Yaya is back. ”

"Your nickname is Yaya?" Qin Yan smiled narrowly.

Xiao Wei glanced at him, opened the car door and walked down.

"Mom!" Xiao Wei called out again.

"Okay, good!" The old woman stepped forward excitedly, obviously wanting to give Xiao Wei a hug. However, he trembled and retracted his outstretched hand. Obviously, she was also worried that Xiao Wei was still holding a grudge against them.

At this time, an old man came out of the house, a typical farmer. The skin on the face has undergone the baptism of time and frost, wrinkles, sallow skin, and hands are covered with calluses.

"Dad!" Xiao Wei called.

The old man glanced at her and snorted, "Look at what you're wearing? ”

Xiao Wei lowered her head and said nothing.

Qin Yan was stunned, Xiao Wei didn't have the slightest problem with what she was wearing, she wasn't revealing or very sexy, just typical professional attire. I couldn't help but shake my head secretly, it seems that this place is really quite feudal.