"Or... Your Highness still don't take this road..."Cheng Lian saw that the smell in this door cave was pungent and dangerous, and he was really a little embarrassed to let Long Xian enter..."No," Ling Huxian refused: "Just take this road," even if he is not in a hurry to get out of the city, he still wants to go in and explore. "But..."Cheng Lian was a little worried, this tunnel was obviously very old, and no one had ever walked it...

"General Cheng will go back to the city first, and I will accompany Long Xian to walk," Xuanyuan Che deliberately used her title to dispel the general's concerns.

Cheng Lian looked at Ling Huxian and was very worried: "That.. The two put away the fire fold, took a few wooden torches to light the fire, and entrusted the horses to Cheng Lianhualing, who left, to take care of.

"Almost," Xuanyuan Che shook the black cave with fire, turned his head and smiled, "Aren't you afraid?" Ling Huxian put away the scimitar and sword, raised her eyebrows and smiled, and stepped forward to hold his hand: "With you, what are you afraid of?" He took her hand instead, "Let's go." ”

The smell of decay and mold was strong, darkness engulfed everything, and the gentle footsteps of the two echoed in the bottomless tunnel. "There's not even a mouse, what the hell is this place....." Ling Huxian muttered softly, carefully twisting her head to look at her surroundings. Be careful, there are steps," the cold stone slabs, the narrow culvert that could only pass through one body, allowed the two of them to mobilize all their senses to be alert to the changes around them.

After walking out of the five-mile road, Xuanyuan Che stopped, and followed behind and kept thinking about the phoenix pattern and fox pattern seen in the Fangcai Temple, so that Hu Xian hit his head on his back, "What's wrong?" She asked, confused. Xuanyuan Che raised the torch, a door-like thing made of bluestone slabs, blocking the way.

"It's going to... How do you get there? Xuanyuan Che didn't speak, just looked carefully, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, just used a dagger to pry open the corner of the slate, and suddenly forced, the slate slid into the crack in the wall on the side like a track, seeing this, he had an answer in his heart.

As soon as the slate was pried open, an even stronger smell of decay came to her face, causing Hu Xian's stomach to tumble for a while, Xuanyuan Che pressed her head into his arms and comforted: "Bear with it a little longer," she chuckled and turned her head: "Don't worry, I'm not so delicate." ”

The unknown Yongdao was even colder, and the cold was pressing, and the two had to use internal force to keep warm, as Xuanyuan Che expected, five miles later, it was another bluestone slab.

"Why are there so many slates? If it's authentic, it shouldn't be.... How can there be these things? Ling Huxian didn't think much about it, and complained a little, Xuanyuan Che didn't speak, and groped in the faint light of the fire to pry open the stone door, and the yin wind whistled along with the movement of the stone slab, bringing a stronger and disgusting smell of mold. He held the torch while exploring while secretly remembering the path and the number of stone slabs, ten miles later, the two of them pried open the fourth stone slab, finally, in Xuanyuan Che's speculation, all kinds of clay pots and pottery began to appear on both sides of the road, he hesitated, shook the road ahead with the firelight, it was still dark.

"What's wrong, Ache?" Fox Xian was curious and wanted to poke her head out.

"It's nothing," for some reason, Xuanyuan Che pressed back her curious little head: "When you walk for a while, don't look at your feet, don't look at anything you bump into." ”

He reassured and continued when he had finished his instructions. "You use a scimitar to carve road signs on the wall." After diverting Ling Huxian's attention, Xuanyuan Che carefully held the torch, and took her to try to avoid the clay pots scattered on the ground, as well as the scattered dry bones, and walked about two miles, and the space of the corridor was expanded enough for the two of them to be parallel, but there were many more items on both sides, and Ling Huxian was focused on carving the mark, and the faint fire light that could shine in front of her, so she didn't notice that these clay pots were only leaning on a rotten skeleton.

Xuanyuan Che stopped, where the torch was reflected, a wide stone gate blocked the way, the carvings of dragons and phoenixes on it, after the vicissitudes of the years are still vigorous and powerful, Xuanyuan Che looked at it for a long time, and finally spoke under the puzzled gaze of Hu Xian: "Xian'er, here.... It's a mausoleum," she looked up, "Tomb Road?" "Well," Xuanyuan Che looked at the stone gate: "Five miles and one green board, I have walked twenty miles, this gate should be the periphery of the tomb," "Twenty miles into the periphery," Ling Huxian noticed at a glance that the stone gate had the same carvings as the temple. "With the rules of the desert fox, twenty miles away, eighteen miles away, this is the royal standard," this specification is comparable to Moling. She stroked the dragon and phoenix reliefs on the door, as well as the shading of the fox pattern, which was obvious, which were all symbols of the Linghu royal family.

"Jin Chan.... Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she muttered the name: "I said why is there no mausoleum for her in the desert tomb, it turns out that she is buried alone." (Moling, the imperial tomb of the Linghu royal family.) ）

"She?" Xuanyuan Che was curious.

"The founding queen, Chen Mo, the mausoleum of Empress Chenxian, Emperor Zu personally named her Jin Chan, here, should be her eternal resting place."

"Why are you burying her here alone?" Xuanyuan Che didn't know why, and suddenly felt a burst of desolation and heartache in his heart.

"I'm not sure if it's not, the history books record that Empress Chenxian has a sensitive and strong temperament, and she has been in Tianyu for three years, the reason is...."She groped the hand of the tomb door for a moment, and the air flow between the gaps in the heavy stone door gradually strengthened, and it moved to both sides violently, the tomb road opened, and a putrid smell poured into the nostrils again, "Emperor Zu listened to the slander, and gave the wine to get drunk, and Empress Chenxian drank and set herself on fire, and died in Chenqing Palace." ”

The voice is faint, echoing in the dark corridors, telling a sad old story.

The moment the tomb door opened, a cold air flow mixed with a rancid smell came to the face, "There is a ghost fire!" Xuanyuan Che protected Ling Huxian, vigilantly staring at the deep corridor in front of him, and clusters of blue flames bloomed in the air, Ling Huxian was stunned by this, and suddenly reacted and smiled: "It's not a ghost fire, it's phosphorus fire," she boldly took his hand and walked into the tomb, which was surprisingly spacious, and both sides were full of burial goods, from clay pots and clay pots to gold, silver and bronze, "This is still in the outer tomb, there are so many burial goods...."She also knows some ancient funeral customs, and she has witnessed it with her own eyes, I was surprised by the novelty, and suddenly the surroundings lit up, Xuanyuan Che lit the bronze lantern on the stone wall, and on both sides of the tomb illuminated by the light, there were two lanterns on the left and right every five meters, "There is still lamp oil?" "Well," he took Ling Huxian's hand and walked deeper into the tomb, "Ah Che, what do you think of the scale of this tomb?" She still didn't know about the funeral level, and wanted to know what kind of status Empress Chenxian had in Emperor Zu's heart.

"I don't know the rules of the dynasty, but," he paused for a while, and an oil lamp slowly lit in front of the two of them: "This scale, among the four kingdoms, is already an imperial gift," this place is still far from the main tomb, and there are already so many burial goods, you can imagine how noble the owner of this tomb must be.

"Empress Chenxian, she deserves it...."Ling Huxian murmured, just looking at the few records in the history books, she already admired the heroine-like founding queen Chen Xian (Chen Xian is both a title and a nickname) "Chen Mo was originally on the bank of the Fox River, that is, now the Yong'an River that runs through the three major cities of Fox Heart, Longxu and Fengqi, the daughter of the chief of a tribe, after the ancestral emperor Mowu Emperor is the priest of the tribe," Ling Huxian was led away by Xuanyuan Che, and slowly told him about the past: "The two Hujiang swore and became married, Later, the war between the tribes broke out, Chen Mo's father died in the battle, and Emperor Zu inherited the position of chief and fought with her. Linghu Qing is both civil and military, and Chen Mo is not a delicate woman, and he has made great contributions to his hegemony in the world. ”

Xuanyuan listened quietly and opened the second stone tomb door.

"Be careful!" He was startled, protected the people behind him, and swept down the dozens of sharp arrows that were shooting at him one by one, which made Hu Xian startled, and hurriedly retreated so as not to hinder him.

After a rain of arrows, the two of them were even more vigilant, and under the firelight, there was a faint metallic luster reflecting. By the light of the fire, the two of them could clearly see the two terracotta figurines holding golden candlesticks standing on both sides of the tomb, which were unusual samurai costumes, and further inside, there were two rows of warriors holding Ge, with neat armor and standing solemnly, as if they were guarding something. Ling Huxian picked up an arrow casually, made of dark iron, the feathers were as new, and the cold air was strong, and she used her internal force to hit the arrow into the deep corridor, and sent back a dull echo.

"Let's go,"

Three steps and one light, five steps and one figurine, such a battle made Ling Huxian smack his tongue. "Xian'er, have you heard of Ou Rongzi, the most popular swordsmith in history?" The fire in Xuanyuan Che's hand shook over the terracotta figurine, and suddenly asked. "I have heard a little, I heard that the famous sword of Sixiang "wind, rain and thunder and lightning" is from him, and not only casts the sword, but also creates other weapons, but unfortunately, there are not many works that have been handed down. "The remnants of the four elephant famous swords were cast by him more than a thousand years ago, for the female generals under the command of the monarch of the good country, and later collected by the Le Zheng family, and recast into a fierce sword sacrifice fan, the falling shadow was obtained by Long Ye more than ten thousand years ago, and the last monarch of the good country mourned the sword and sank in the rain, as for the long wind, I don't know where to go," he leaned down, I don't know what he was looking at, and there was the sound of the rotten wooden plank opening and closing: "According to legend, he also cast a pair of twin swords for the first emperor of the desert fox and the founding queen." "I remember that although Ou Rongzi was not proficient in whipping techniques, he forged a shocking nine-bone whip," the girl behind him suddenly asked, leaving him silent for a long time: "The whip is with me," he replied, taking out a rusty sword from the wooden box underneath, "What?" "Shock, it's that nine-bone whip," he looked at it carefully, and then put the sword back in the box: "The weapons in these artifacts are all Ou Rongzi's fines. "Thousands of years have passed, and the edge is still visible, and a generation of famous craftsmen is really admirable.

I passed through two stone gates of the same specification and experienced a triple mechanism with no danger. "This should be the main tomb road," "Ah Che, I find that you seem to be familiar with this tomb road?" Xuanyuan Che was stunned for a moment and frowned: "It may be... I've been trained a lot, "Come to the mausoleum to practice??" ”

The main tomb gate is more delicately inscribed, with a fox relief carved in the center, and a large ruby embedded in the upper fox eye, shining with an incomparably seductive luster.

"This tomb is too grand..."More than 1,300 years later, it can still be preserved so perfectly.

"In this tomb, at least a hundred craftsmen are buried," Xuanyuan Che interjected funny, "....." made Hu Xian silent, indicating that he was not afraid, pouted his lips, brushed away the dust on the tomb door, and a line of small characters was revealed, "It's the ancient emperor's text..." "Recognize, this is the earliest script used by the Linghu Emperor, and I learned it from the imperial uncle in the palace." She pointed to this line of small characters: "The oath on the bank of the Fox River is the same as ever, but it is separated from Qing Yin and Yang, and the mandarin duck buckle is difficult to break, and I will reunite with Qing in the next life." ”

After listening to this, Xuanyuan Che involuntarily touched the jade ring on his arm, and his eyes swept the tomb door, only to see that there was indeed a stone slab with two grooves on the fox's chest that could move.

"No, you'll have to try it to find out."

He held Ling Huxian's hand, and saw that the pair of jade rings fell into the groove incomparably together.