Curator Gao hurriedly walked over, with fine sweat on his forehead, and said that because of the Qianlong pastel, Curator Chen was on fire. Although Director Chen has just been transferred, the genuine Qianlong pastel has been dropped, and he still has to bear some responsibility. At present, we are vigorously focusing on the service attitude of employees, as well as management efforts, and are thinking of finding someone to open the knife and kill everyone's sharpness. Now that nephew Li Li stabbed himself in such a basket, didn't he send himself to the muzzle?

Approaching, Director Gao wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, hunched his waist and apologized: "Director Chen, the child is not sensible, I apologize to you on his behalf." ”

Director Chen still had a cold face and said, "Don't apologize to me, you don't have anything to be sorry for me." ”

The more Curator Chen didn't move the dark color like this, the more frightened and nervous Curator Gao became, and hurriedly made amends: "Curator Chen, it's me who is not good, I will review it with you, and I will definitely teach that bastard a good lesson when I go back." ”

"Director Gao, let's go back to work first, and I'll talk about this matter in detail when this handover is over." Director Chen said casually. Curator Gao was stunned in his heart, originally thinking that if he lowered his body and compensated Curator Chen, he would be able to make a sloppy eye and fool this matter over.

But I didn't expect Curator Chen to come to a sentence, and I will say it later, especially the word in detail, Curator Gao was shocked and trembled in his heart, but who called himself unlucky? The nephew of such a pit uncle? Things have happened, and no matter how much they make up for it, it will not help, Director Gao can only obey the arrangement and return to work with a bitter face.

"Let the two of you laugh, it's all my mismanagement." Director Chen apologized again and again, Lao Ma waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then remembered Wang Dong's strange expression before, and asked curiously: "Xiaodong, did you find anything?" ”

"Uncle Ma, I did make some discoveries, but I'm not sure." Wang Dong said humbly, Curator Chen next to him was startled, and his eyes became more surprised when he looked at Wang Dong.

As early as when he found the word Shen Jun on the remnant sword, Director Chen asked the staff who participated in the inventory, but none of them had heard of Shen Junjian, including many senior professors of relevant history, but the young man in front of him seemed to know something, how could he not surprise Director Chen?

"Xiao Wang, but it doesn't hurt to say it, don't have any psychological burden, this is not an academic research." Director Chen was relieved.

"Well, Curator Chen." Wang Dong responded and said, "Uncle Ma, Director Chen, I didn't find anything abnormal about this remnant sword when I first saw it, but when I took it in my hand and felt it carefully, I found that its texture was extremely symmetrical. Even today, this is only possible with very high-end casting technology. A long time ago, I read an ancient book that recorded such a sword, it was pure in texture, made of volcanic molten lava, and it took three years to cast, but the name of the sword was not recorded in that ancient book. ”

"Xiaodong, are you saying that this remnant sword is likely to be described in that ancient book?" Uncle Ma asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Wang Dong nodded and responded in affirmation.

"Xiao Wang, are there any other relevant descriptions in that ancient book?" Curator Chen asked.

"Huh?" Wang Dong pondered, made a thoughtful look, and said after a while: "There seems to be a mention in the book that the master of sword casting is called Zhang Yu. "As for the ancient books, they are all made up by Wang Dong based on the information obtained from the scanning of the 'Divine Thoughts', so he can't reveal his secrets, right?

"Changyu?" Uncle Ma and Chen Guan were stunned for a moment, frowned, and saw Uncle Ma asking, "Old Chen, do you have any impression of Zhang Yu?" I'd love to hear about it. ”

"Yes, I've heard of it too." Director Chen said affirmatively, but he couldn't think of it for a while, and fell into deep pain.

Suddenly, Curator Chen seemed to think of it, his forehead wrinkles stretched out suddenly, and he said with a happy face: "Changyu, isn't it him?" The Zhang Yu who built the Chaos Armor for Xu Fu back then!? ”

"Yes, it's him, it's him." Uncle Ma was told by Director Chen and immediately said, but then he asked to himself in confusion: "Isn't this Changyu from the Qin Dynasty?" I remember that he died in the third year that Qin Shi Huang sent Xu Fu to sea. ”

"Yes, there is such a saying, and there is also a saying that Xu Fu went to sea to find Penglai Immortal Island, but there were no immortals on it, worried about returning to the Central Plains, Qin Shi Huang was dissatisfied with the results of his voyage to the sea and Long Yan was furious, killed himself, and even harmed his family, so he stayed on Penglai Immortal Island. Later, because he missed his family and wanted to take his family to Penglai Xiandao, he drew a navigation map on the leg of the falcon that Changyu sent him, and left a word, hoping that Changyu could send his family to the island. Director Chen said: "Of course, Penglai Immortal Island cannot really exist, but it is just an island with pleasant scenery and peculiar scenery, and it is mistaken for Penglai Immortal Island." ”

Uncle Ma frowned, shook his head and said: "No matter which way you say it, it's not right in time, Zhang Yu is from the Qin Dynasty, and Shen Junjian was unearthed from the Han tomb, which is much worse." ”

"Uncle Ma, could it be that there was also a swordsmith named Changyu in the Han Dynasty? It's just the same name and surname as that Changyu of the Qin Dynasty? Wang Dong said, the results of the 'Divine Thought' scan will not be wrong.

"This Shen Jun sword casting process is very exquisite, it lasted for two thousand years without decay and stainless steel, it must have come from the hands of the master, but I know the well-known sword casting masters of the Han Dynasty, but there is no one who is also called Changyu." Uncle Ma said helplessly.

"Yes, there really isn't a one named Changyu." Director Chen said.

"Oh." Wang Dong responded disappointedly, thinking that he could deduce some valuable information, but he didn't expect it to be like this. However, the result of the 'Divine Thought' scan is said to be cast by Changyu in the Han Dynasty, so there must be such a person, perhaps just a deep hidden merit and fame, and there is no relevant written record.

Looking at Shen Junjian, who had been put back on the table, and remembering the angry voice just now, Wang Dong couldn't help but feel a little distracted. After several experiments, Wang Dong found that it was the remnant sword itself that spoke, and he could only hear it when he scanned it with his 'Divine Thoughts'.

Now the remnant sword is like a cassette tape, and Wang Dong's 'divine thoughts' are like a video recorder, but I don't know how this voice was preserved, and whose voice it was? Will it be Changyu's? Thinking of the Chiba Palm and Lion Fist that he had read in the firewood kiln before, Wang Dong felt that the ancients should have mastered a technique similar to recording video and audio, and preserved some important things through these old objects.

As for why it is not mentioned in the history books, Wang Dong does not know.

The wonder of the world is far beyond Wang Dong's imagination, and the ancient people are not as rigid and full of mouths as people think now, they have their advantages.

After a pause, Director Chen remembered something and said, "Old Ma, Xiao Wang, there is a special thing in the funeral goods, a topaz tiger. ”

"Topaz Tiger?" Uncle Ma and Wang Dong were stunned at the same time, in ancient times, the tiger was a symbol of military power, and the tomb owner was really persistent, and he did not forget to take power even if he died.

"Well, Huang Yuhu, I suspect it may be a talisman, but unfortunately the number on it was destroyed, and the Jade Tiger itself was shattered, and it was found in a ceramic jar." Director Chen explained.

When he was in Lijiang, Uncle Ma was mainly responsible for the study of the text, and did not participate in the first-line excavation, and the exquisite things were some objects with obvious words, this topaz tiger was in the form of fragments, and it was hidden in a ceramic jar, so naturally I didn't see it.

When I came to the table where the Topaz Tiger was placed, I saw a tortounced Topaz Tiger in an open brocade box, with the tiger's head, body, feet, and tail all broken, as if it had been broken apart by a hammer, and the tiger's body was even more damaged.

The handwriting on the tiger's body was no longer visible, and it was deliberately cut off.

Judging from the current signs, the tomb has not only been destroyed, but also destroyed. Under normal circumstances, tomb robbers would not do such a thing. Tomb robbery itself is a taboo thing, let alone destroying the tomb, and such a situation is likely to be committed by the enemy in front of the tomb owner.

Topaz is the most precious type of nephrite, and its value is comparable to that of mutton fat jade.

In ancient times, the yellow identity was a symbol of great dignity, mainly used for the royal family, even the royal palace Dacheng could not be used, let alone the flat-headed people, otherwise it would be regarded as a great disrespect, it was to kill the head, and the value can be imagined.

"It's a pity, such a treasure, ruined like this, how much hatred does it take?" Uncle Ma said regretfully.

"yes, I don't know if modern technology can fix it." Director Chen also looked regretful.

Wang Dong, who was staring at the topaz tiger, silently picked up the brocade box and looked at it carefully, the texture of this topaz was very good, round and smooth, similar to breeding. Looking at it, Wang Dong released a trace of 'divine thought' to scan the toraz that was torn apart.

"Roar." A roar rushed into Wang Dong's brain, only to feel as if he was shocked, and the 'divine thoughts' in the Mud Pill Palace were almost shattered, and at this moment, I saw Wang Dong's face pale, and he was scared into a cold sweat. It's not that Wang Dong hasn't heard the sound of the tiger roar, but it is the first time that it is so terrifying, if the sound of the tiger roar is a little stronger, the humanoid 'divine thought' in the Mud Pill Palace will definitely fall apart.

"Xiaodong, what's wrong with you? Feeling unwell? Uncle Ma saw that Wang Dong's face suddenly turned pale, and asked very worriedly.

Wang Dong, who was stunned, came back to his senses and followed Uncle Ma's words, so as not to arouse their deep suspicions, "Uncle Ma, my stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable. ”

"My stomach is upset, go over there and sit down and rest, it's a stomach ache, right?" Director Chen asked.

"Hmm." Wang Dong responded perfunctorily, put down the brocade box in his hand, and sat on the chair next to him to rest, fortunately it did not arouse their suspicion.

This time, there are more than 600 cultural relics unearthed from the Han tomb, but now the 'divine thoughts' in the mud pill palace have been hit and almost torn apart, Wang Dong no longer dares to scan these Han Dynasty cultural relics at will, and his heart is helpless. Fortunately, the 'Divine Thoughts' can be automatically repaired, the last time the 'Divine Thoughts' were attacked by the "Lin Xiang Record", and it was restored in four or five days, and I don't know how long it will take this time?

It's a pity that these Han Dynasty cultural relics will be handed over to the Cultural Relics Bureau in a few days, and it will not be easy to scan them in the future! (To be continued.) )