I always have to find something to do in the boring afternoon, Qingqiu is sick and dangling in front of the gate of Guangming City.

A horse-drawn cart carrying hay came in, and the young man who drove the cart was in his early twenties, dressed in plain linen clothes, and looked like the children of ordinary peasant families outside the city.

"Little brother, little brother," Qingqiu hurriedly greeted him when he was sick, "It's convenient for my little brother, you see I'm lame, it's convenient to take a ride." After saying that, without waiting for the charioteer's consent, he threw the black cane on the cart, grabbed the guardrail on the left side of the carriage with both hands, and then shook his body upwards with both arms, and his body was like a fish jumping out of the water, lying flat on the carriage.

The coachman had never seen this kind of getting on the car, and he laughed "poof", too lazy to bother with a lame man.

The coachman hummed a tune, the carriage creaked forward, and Qingqiu felt very comfortable lying on the soft grass sickly.

"Little brother's surname, Gao's name?" Qingqiu asked sickly.

"My surname is Zhao, where did the Zhuang family come from, the third in line, you can call me Zhao San. The car driver replied.

"Brother Zhao San, so you are from Zhaojiazhuang?" Qingqiu continued to ask when he was sick.

"That's right, Zhaojiazhuang in the west of the city. Zhao San replied.

"There is a road to the north of the entrance of Zhaojiazhuang Village, does the little brother know?"

"To the north?" Zhao San recalled, "It seems to be, but that road has been abandoned for more than ten years, and inside is the tomb of the previous dynasty, I heard that it is still haunted, and there is nothing else." ”

"I'm going there, hoping that the little brother will take care of me, a crippled man. "Qingqiu is sick and pleading.

Zhao San, who was driving the car, looked back at Qingqiu was sick, and saw that this person was dressed in tatters than himself, and he was still a cripple, presumably a poor person, "Then I will only send you to the place, and the place will infiltrate people, and I won't wait." Zhao San said.

"There's Brother Lao. After Qingqiu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and recuperated.

After a meal in the carriage, it jolted, and Qingqiu looked up sickly and saw that the carriage had entered the deserted road.

The road surface is already overgrown with weeds, and the two sides are high and rolling down the chaotic lying road, fortunately, the road is wider when the previous dynasty repaired it, and Zhao San is also good at catching up with the handlebar, and the carriage is turning left and right on the road.

When there was no road ahead, the carriage stopped, and Qingqiu got out of the car with a lame leg due to illness.

Zhao San saw that the lame man got out of the car, and he raised his hand to drive away.

"Little brother, slow down," Qingqiu rummaged through his pocket when he was sick, and threw a gold coin into Zhao San's arms, "It's hard little brother." "Qingqiu has never been a stingy person when he is sick.

"Golden python coin!" Zhao San didn't believe it, put it in his mouth and bit it twice, what a guy.

One gold python coin can buy his two carriages, including the horse that pulls the cart. Zhao Datou, the richest man in the village, is not so generous, no, Guangming City is also rare.

"Lame, lame," Zhao San twisted, "or I'll wait for you, and I'll take you to the entrance of the village in a while, this barren road is not easy to walk." ”

"Hard work brother. Qingqiu smiled indifferently and turned around and walked towards the imperial tomb of the previous dynasty.

Despite its desolation, it is still extremely magnificent. The carriage stopped at the edge of the huge square, and the first steps were more than 30 feet long, and the higher they went, the more they narrowed, until they reached the entrance of the cave, and on each side there were six huge columns of three people hugging each other, carved with black bat motifs.

Qingqiu was sick and struggled to climb the stairs, one after the other, to the entrance of the cave.

This is the former dark city lord, the thousand-year-old imperial tomb of the Moyi family, because the emblem of the Moyi family is like a dark bat, so the mausoleum does not have a door, according to the bat cave entrance design.

Qingqiu took out a flint and a small torch from his pocket, lit it, raised it in his hand, and walked inward over the rocks.

A group of frightened bats screamed and flew out, and Qingqiu shrank his head and squatted on the ground.

Slowly, silence returned to the cave.

Qingqiu stood up straight, boldly holding a torch forward, the black shadow on the ground sneakily sneaking, the swaying fire light on the stone slab at the bottom of his feet, showing pairs of granite pillars on the left and right, extending into the darkness in the distance.

Between each two rock pillars is a huge stone carving, and the large statues of the kings of the Moyi family bring their appearance to life.

Behind the statue is a sarcophagus where their bodies rest.

After walking through a few vacant seats, the first one was the Moyi Tong who was killed by his brother Qingqiu Youyong, Qingqiu was sick and heard his brother say, when Huang Fuxiong asked him to bury Moyi Tong with a royal ceremony, he sent someone to send Moyi Tong here.

Qingqiu was sick and prayed silently in front of the pavilion with his hands folded: "There is a debtor and a master, it's none of my business, don't look for me." ”

Then the next one is Mo Yixiang, and the next one is Mo Yibin...... Qingqiu is sick and has a lot of treasures for the genealogy of various families, especially the Moyi family.

But it was also in the genealogy of the Moyi family, and he saw something strange in it.

He found that in the genealogy of the Moyi family for nearly a thousand years, not a single girl was born, all boys.

This is incredible.

In addition, there is even greater confusion, fifteen years ago he had tried to stop his father, and he had given up participating in the attack on the Dark City.

You must know that a thousand years ago, the Moyi family swept through the Seven Kingdoms on its own, treating the heroes of the world as dead branches and leaves, and troubadours and historians have exhausted the words of praise for the great deeds of the Moyi family.

For a huge empire that has been standing for thousands of years, the roots of the tree are deep and the branches are flourishing, not to mention that the Northern Buyang family remained neutral at that time, and what remained was just a group of rabble.

Qingqiu felt that the possibility of victory for the coalition was basically non-existent.

Of course, his father Qingqiu Lingli regarded his opinion like a fart.

The facts also proved that Qingqiu was sick and wrong, and the coalition forces not only broke through the Dark City, but also slaughtered Mo Yiyan, known as the dark god of war, and slaughtered the dark king Mo Yitong.

In the thousand-year-old bomb command period, what has the Moyi family experienced, such a decadence.

There must be a reason behind a victory that is too easy.

What really happened to the Moyi family?

Qingqiu was sick and continued to move forward with this torch, confirming his identity one by one to determine whether it was exactly the same as recorded in the history of the clan.

In this way, Qingqiu was sick and walked among the deceased of the Moyi family, the heavy footsteps echoed in the huge mausoleum, the lame man couldn't take his steps lightly, Qingqiu was sick and had to beg the deceased to forgive him for his disturbance.

It's the end, the last one, it should be Mo Yikang, Qingqiu is sick and quite confident in his memory, and after confirming it, he breathed a sigh of relief, and there was nothing strange to find.

The Hokage was about to turn around and go out when Aooka was sick, and he saw a beautiful woman out of the corner of his eye, smiling, Aooka was sick and the torch was almost out of his hand, his body was trembling like chaff, and there was no movement for a long time.

He turned around boldly, trembling and moving his gaze slowly, it was a statue of a woman, but it was too realistic.

The statue is not on either side, but embedded in the stone wall in the center of the mausoleum, with slightly open arms as if guarding the kings of the Moyi family.

Qingqiu recovered from his illness, looked carefully at the statue of this woman, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this smile was weird.

There is no book that records this woman, and she will not appear in the imperial tomb of the Moyi tribe for no reason, what is going on?

A terrible thought crossed his mind, "No! it can't be like this!" he almost howled in the empty mausoleum.

He examined the statue more closely, touched it with his hand, and found that the statue was not a stone carving, but a rare kind of black jade, which was not impurified and worth a fortune even in a small piece.

This statue of the woman is not on both sides, but high in the middle of the bottom, Qingqiu is sick standing here and looking at the woman's gaze, the kings of the Moyi tribe seem to be standing on both sides like courtiers.

"Yes, that's the only way to do it. Qingqiu was sick and murmured silently.

This is the first emperor who led the Moyi tribe to sweep through the Seven Kingdoms to establish the Dark City a thousand years ago, and an empress behind the scenes.

The Moyi clan should be a female king, but it is a pity that the queen founded the Dark City but failed to give birth to a baby girl, and the Moyi family has not given birth to a baby girl for a thousand years, and the throne can only be inherited by a man.

If a thousand years ago, the Moyi tribe was led by the queen to defeat the Seven Kingdoms, then a thousand years later, when the Moyi tribe died in the country, they gave birth to a baby girl.

This terrible thought made Qingqiu sick and didn't dare to think about it a second time.

Fifteen years ago, someone suggested that Huang Fuxiong continue to hunt down the descendants of the Moyi family, and Huang Fuxiong's sonorous reply was like an ear: "A doll and a newborn baby less than ten years old should be sent to send a large army through the West Sea Desert, how many people will die?"

Mo Yi Miao grew like a weed.

Now it's good, the spies have reported that this female monster of the Moyi family is actually going to marry the eagle on the grassland and the nomadic tribe Tiandanyu!

"Providence, haha, providence. Qingqiu was sick and his whole body seemed to collapse, sitting on the cold stone slab, leaning on the legs of the female statue and panting, "What heroes of the Seven Kingdoms, what bullshit Emperor Fuxiong, bullshit step dust, bullshit Qingqiu spiritual power, bullshit Shangguan Yunfei ......"

Finally, he roared viciously: "All the fools waiting to die!"

Qingqiu, who was sitting on the ground, was sick and relieved, and he looked back at the statue of the woman, but saw some patterns under the woman's feet.

These patterns have fallen off after thousands of years, and the characters are blurry and difficult to distinguish, as if they are a record of the great deeds of the woman's life.

Qingqiu was sick and knelt on the ground, on this cold mausoleum stone slab, pouting his ass and looking up at the painting with his head down, seeing that these murals were his face almost attached to the wall, for fear of missing any details of the smile.

"If you miss it, you miss it. He comforted himself with himself that the mural had long been mutilated, and he didn't know how much had been "missed".

I can't stay here anymore, Qingqiu is sick and barely finishes the painting, and I feel more and more cold here.

On the way back, Qingqiu had a dark face, a depressed mood, and heavy steps, which were extremely complementary to the atmosphere of this mausoleum, and he mobilized all his knowledge in his mind for half a life, hoping to have an answer to the mystery in his heart.

But all my hours of study have no interaction with the mystery and I have learned nothing.

Qingqiu is sick and has no strong physique or a disability, and he is as ugly as a ghost without a handsome and sunny appearance, objectively speaking, he is probably not as good as Zhao San who is driving a carriage.

But Qingqiu is sick and has his way of standing, and his head is quite normal, or rather clever.

He read every book he could see.

But this made him even more sad at this time, because it meant that if he couldn't find the answer, no one in the Seven Kingdoms would be able to answer it.

But when he walked to the entrance of the mausoleum with a black cane and his stump legs, he could already see the moonlight at the entrance of the cave.

He stopped, and he remembered one person: the sea of worlds.

This sea of worlds has been the prime minister of the city of darkness for twenty-five years, and has been in the city of light for fifteen years.

If you want to find clues about the Moyi family, there is no doubt that Zhu Shihai is the best person to ask.

"What is this old thing running about?" Qingqiu muttered sickly.

As long as he obediently listens to the words of the Qingqiu family and does what his sister Qingqiu is tolerant of, he will be safe and sound, and Zhu Shihai should know this very well.

But he still ran away, and Qingqiu was sick and couldn't think of a reason.

Where can this old thing go?

The Xiangguo of the forty years before and after the sea of the world is famous all over the world, and no one knows it, but Halder's eyeliner and the return of the Seven Kingdoms have not found any clues.

Could it be that he is really dead? Qingqiu shook his head when he was sick, Zhu Shihai and himself were both first-class and intelligent people, worse than himself, he was not dead, he must be alive and well.

So where is he? Qingqiu is sick and imagines himself as the sea of worlds, where will he go at the end of his life?

He glanced at it and smiled: "Haha, this old thing can really think of it." ”

Although the Seven Kingdoms are large, there is only one place for the desperate to go.

Qingqiu walked out of the cave with a sick person, and looked down from a distance and saw a vague figure looking towards the entrance of the cave, fortunately, Zhao San was still there.

Qingqiu walked down the stairs with difficulty when he was sick, and saw Zhao San shivering in the mausoleum square where the yin wind was calling, and he couldn't bear it, so he took out a gold python coin from his pocket and threw it over, Zhao San thanked Qingqiu for getting sick and getting into the carriage.

Taking advantage of the moonlight as clear as snow, Zhao San drove the carriage out of the gloomy mausoleum barren road, but did not put Qingqiu sick at the entrance of the village as agreed, raised the horsewhip, and the carriage rushed towards Guangming City.

The gates were closed, and a few sergeants guarding the gates were gathering to gamble.

Zhao San was helpless, so he had to get out of the carriage and come forward with a smile on his face: "Master Jun, Master Jun, it's convenient." As he spoke, he also handed over the golden python coin given by Qingqiu when he was sick just now.

The leading sergeant major glanced back at the carriage, saw the golden python coin held by Zhao San like a ball of air, and neatly beckoned everyone to open the city gate, and everyone stood on both sides in an orderly manner, making way for the carriage to make a debut.

Zhao San was puzzled, did this group of bastards believe in Buddhism?

The carriage arrived at the imperial city according to Qingqiu's sick guidance, and Zhao San looked at the warriors in bright armor at the gate of the imperial city and asked in his heart: "Lame, lame, is it a mistake?"

"That's right, let's go. Qingqiu was ill and still in the carriage, still deep in thought.

"Cripple master, the small, the small one has an eighty-year-old mother on it, and an eight-year-old doll on the bottom, the small, the little one doesn't dare. Zhao San's legs trembled.

"Haha, you're better than me, and your eighty-year-old mother, but I haven't seen my mother's face, it's okay, let's go in." Qingqiu was sick and thought of his mother, and his sorrow added a little more.

Zhao San trembled, strong and courageous to drive the carriage, as fast as a snail, as long as the samurai stepped forward with a sword, ready to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy immediately.

There is no doubt that this is the most glorious moment in the life of Zhao San, an ordinary dealer man, and it can be praised to future generations, the ancestors of their Zhao family, one night, wearing rags and linen clothes, driving a tattered carriage to pull the hay, and there was a ragged cripple lying on the fodder, rushing towards dozens of heavily armed warriors and the palace of Guangming City, marching!

But in the same way, the bright warrior did not move, treating this not small carriage as air, and the halberd standing above Zhao San's head did not smash down, only the red tassels drifted away with the wind, like blood lines.

In the depths of the palace, five steps, one post, ten steps, and one sentry were heavily guarded, and the patrol team brushed the carriage past, no one looked at Zhao San, and the carriage marched deep in the palace.

It arrived, it should have arrived, and the carriage in front of it could no longer pass.

Zhao San wiped the cold sweat on his head.

Qingqiu got out of the carriage when he was sick, took out a gold coin from his pocket and said, "Take it, hard little brother." ”

Zhao San didn't dare to take the gold coin again, he fell to his knees, his palms on the ground, and his face was almost on the ground.

He didn't know the person in front of him, and he didn't know what the situation was, but one thing was clear to him: he couldn't afford to call himself "little brother" by the ragged lame man in front of him anyway.

"Well, if the little brother doesn't dislike it, follow me in the future. Qingqiu said a word, turned around and disappeared into the depths of the palace.

Zhao San knelt like this, and didn't dare to get up for a long time.