Of course, Lan Zui thought of finding someone to help, but she didn't dare to use it when she thought of it. Meng Zheng didn't understand the current situation of the inverted fight. From ancient times to the present, the line of tomb robbery has never been broken, official thieves and civil thieves emerge in endlessly, and they have the ability to dig the mountain and crack the stone to chisel the emperor's tomb, and the ability to dig the soil and dig the hole to touch the small household. For thousands of years, even if there are many tombs, they can't help digging like this, and often a mausoleum comes and goes, and in the end even the bones of the tomb owner can't be saved, so they have to be taken out and sold. The thief hole was made like a beehive, and it was picked up until even the soil was gone. In this situation, you can imagine how precious a mausoleum that has never been discovered is.

Lan Zui and Rong Thirteen are both Taoist people, and they know that almost 100% of the shops that tinker with ancient monuments and ancient documents are eyeliner buried in various places, and they themselves call it the root of the earth. Most of these root shopkeepers are confidants or relatives of each family, like Uncle Zhong is the root shopkeeper of the Lan family, which cannot be bought at all. They couldn't understand the silk book left by Qing Xuan, and they didn't know if there was any content in it that involved the location of Xia Ruoqing's bones or the whereabouts of Jun Yihuang's mausoleum, so they didn't dare to give their Chinese characters to others to interpret lightly, for fear of leaking the wind and being preempted.

In Helan Fu's tomb, Lan Zui had already suffered Yu Chen's loss, and when it came to Jun Yihuang's soul, she was no longer willing to risk going to the ground with others.

Meng Zheng listened to Lan Zui's explanation, and his face was also melancholy, obviously wishful thinking was smashed to pieces. She thought for a moment, and then said, "Since you are afraid that your peers will know the news first, then leave it to the head office of those professors who specialize in ancient literature." We give it separately, and they are all old pedants who are obsessed with research, and they are not so sensitive to the location of the mausoleum. ”

"It's weird." Lan Zui had an expression of whether you were stupid or not, and said, "The circle of studying ancient texts is so big, and it just so happens that there are even fewer people who have studied Beiyan Mengqi Literature, and they are all too familiar to be more familiar." Even if you give it separately, they have everything to know each other, and even the whole article is together, which is worse than giving it to their peers. And now that the tomb of Princess Beiyan (Helan Fu's tomb) has been stolen and excavated, their nerves are all tight, and they will report it if they don't do it well. We're still going to play yarn then? ”

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, so what do you say?" The method that he thought would work was completely denied by Lan Zui for a moment, and Meng Zheng couldn't help but get angry.

"It's not impossible." Lan Zui looked at Meng Zheng with bad intentions, "I think it's good for you to stuff words into sentences to push the meaning." Isn't there just a lack of literature? It's a simple matter, I've got it with Brother Thirteen. The rest is up to you. ”

"What?" Meng Zheng's already round and big eyes instantly widened. Lan Drunk is using her as a coolie? You must know that she and Bai Suhe fought for almost a week to even guess one-tenth of the birth words, this is still based on the fact that she and Bai Suhe are more familiar with the content of the silk book, to let her solve it all, when will she solve it? ”

"You have to know that this is not only for Yihuang to find the soul, but also for your corpse." Lan Zui smiled very aggressively, "If others are allowed to find out the news first, and if Xia Ruoqing's bones are also preserved as well as Helan Fu's, I guess Xia Ruoqing was either carried by those peers and sold abroad for exhibitions, or was touched and cut by scholars to do research, can you bear it?" ”

Meng Zheng imagined it, and suddenly his face was black.

She couldn't bear it.

So she had to obediently work as a coolie.

I have to say that the efficiency of Lan Zui and Rong Thirteen is really good.

In this world, people who like antiques have their own interests, and most of them are paranoid. Especially when it comes to the ancient texts, some people are even more persistent, vowing to go bankrupt all their lives to collect the correspondence of a certain person or the wild history of a certain place. In other words, most of the people who play these have extremely strict obsessive-compulsive disorder, and they don't collect Qi to death. When Lan Zui and Rong Shisan respectively arranged for people to collect information related to the Beiyan Mengqi Text, they didn't have any doubts, but they just thought that there was another stupid hat in this world who burned a lot of money and burned in a panic.

The Northern Yan Mengqi clan has not been in existence for a long time, and there are few documents left, but money can make ghosts grind, not to mention that the Rong family and the Lan family have a doorway, in less than ten days, the antique world has been turned upside down, and the literature related to the Mengqi clan has been continuously photographed, and a steady stream of Guò computers have been transmitted.

Bai Suhe has a big head when he sees books since he was a child, and the big study at home is more of a decoration. It was already very difficult for Jun Yihuang to identify the silk album Bai Suhe, but now his eyes were green when he saw the printed information, and he slipped away faster than anyone else under the pretext of sealing the super evil spirit. This time, Meng Zheng is days are getting more and more miserable, but she can't be mad and weird people lose their temper, so she can only keep her little daughter-in-law state, squatting in the study and gnawing on books one after another.

In the end, Rong Thirteen couldn't stand it first, and accompanied Jun Yihuang to soak the grave mountain to count insects at night, and accompanied Meng Zheng to soak the study to count earthworms during the day.

Time is like water, and time is like a shuttle. Through the hard work of the Bai family night and night, the seal of Bai Yingyan's family Zhou finally became more and more stable. At the same time, Meng Zheng's cognition of Mengqiwen is also advancing by leaps and bounds, and the progress is rapid.

Just like many children nowadays put English words into sentences to understand and memorize, this method of Meng Zheng is really useful. She and Bai Suhe intercepted the piece of information that they couldn't understand, and there were a total of about 100 words, and after more than half a month of exploration and speculation, she actually guessed seventy or eighty percent. More important than translating the entire chapter information was that she and Rong Shisan found that there were five words in the rubbings on the one page from the Lan family, which were exactly the same as the five words in the chapter, and the order had not even changed.

This is a rather important clue. Meng Zheng grabbed Bai Suhe and studied the page of rubbings carefully, and found that it was a miniature version of a page of rubbings. The original monument is located in Mock and is a long poem that was circulated in the area. The culture of long poems was originally a narrative poem passed down orally by herdsmen from generation to generation, and most of this narrative long poem recorded the major events in local history, and the small half added the fantasies and praises of later generations, which was very long and complex, and it often took about ten years to recite it for later generations. I don't know which predecessor is afraid that the younger generation will have a bad memory, remember the wrong words and sentences and distort the memory of future generations, so he actually engraved this long poem on a stone tablet on a whim, which has been passed down to this day.

After years of wind and sand corrosion, most of the words on the stele have been weathered and blurred, and only the middle paragraph can be seen clearly. It is precisely this paragraph that can still be seen clearly, and there are remnants of the same words as those on the green silk book.

But what hurts people is this word, these five words, just one of the two or three percent that Meng Zheng did not translate.

In addition to these five words, there are a few words in the stele that can be seen clearly. After analyzing it, Meng Zheng and Bai Suhe thought that it seemed to describe a kind of scenery, which was described in the poem as follows: it is as tall as a mountain, it is as soft as a spring breeze, it is as sweet as clear water, its fragrance makes people sleep in their mother's arms again, and its beauty is enough to pierce the eyes of blind people. It's just a wooden pallet! Magical wooden pallet! Holy Wooden Pallet! xxxxxx's wooden support!

Of course, the original words and sentences must be much more beautiful than the translation, but Meng Zheng doesn't care whether it is beautiful or not, she wants to vomit when she sees Mengqiwen during this time, and now she just wants to hurry up and hand over errands.

Those five X's are naturally the five words that are incomprehensible but extremely important.

What to do?

Meng Zheng threw away the book and glared at Lan Zui, she swore that she would never, never study it again, and if she studied it again, she would rather send Xia Ruoqing's body abroad for exhibition.

Bai Suhe pouted his head and pretended that it was none of her business.

Jun Yihuang didn't react, just took the page and studied it repeatedly.

Lan drunk spread his hands, pulled Rong Thirteen and packed up.

Now that the evil spirit seal is stable, Jun Yihuang is almost restored, Meng Zheng can't study it, Bai Suhe doesn't want to study it, except to go straight to the location of the stone tablet, do they have any other choice?

Mock.

Today's Mock, at a glance, is desolate.

The desolation is due to the increasingly severe desertification, and the continuous sandstorms are overwhelming, even if there are rows of anti-□□ planted around Moke, they still can't stop the dense and soft pervasive dust and sand.

The houses are yellowish-gray, the clothes are yellowish-gray, and the faces of the people are yellowish-gray.

Desertification and erosion, water scarcity, lack of a stable source of income, and poor living conditions have forced some people to leave their hometowns and find a better place to live. Those who remain in the local area are either the old people who are dying, or those who have left without a livelihood.

So Mock is dirty, lifeless, and everyone's eyes are unwavering, hopeless, and blank. If it weren't for the construction of another road, it would be like a stone that has been completely forgotten by time in the sand, and will eventually be covered and buried in the sand.

The four of them all changed into local attire, covered their hoods, and showed only a pair of eyes. Rong 13 was also dressed as a local man, but his face was exposed, and compared to the natives' chapped skin and haggard face blown by the wind and sand, it was clear at a glance how good a life he usually lived.

Finding out that the location of the stele was on the edge of Moke, Rong 13 immediately took out the banknotes and rented a local car, driven by a local man, and took them to the stele.

Mork doesn't have a car, and the car can't withstand the raging wind and sand here. The car they rented looked more like a chariot from the Warring States period, with four huge wheels, an empty car, surrounded by camouflage cloth to cover the wind and sand, and two listless horses in front of the vehicle, pumped by the coachman, swaying and panting, dragging the back carriage and the five people in the carriage, slowly and reluctantly moving forward.