Under the leadership of Liangchen, everyone easily entered the interior of Kunlun Mountain, a huge hollow cave called the Demon Cave.

As soon as they entered the cave, everyone's vision had just changed, and they didn't feel anything wrong, and when everyone got used to the darkness in the cave, everyone gasped.

The sky was full of stars, dense starlight twinkled everywhere, and by the faint light of the torches, the whole cave shimmered with strange light, brilliant and gorgeous.

It was as if countless gems were set in a huge black canopy.

"Good Days, are those shining gems?" Wang Dacai asked in a daze.

"The stone walls in this cave contain a lot of ore and various gemstones, if you have time, you can dig slowly, and the harvest will definitely not be bad." Liangchen said flatly.

"Really? Then I'll try. ”

After Wang Daxia finished speaking, he found a protruding stone wall, and as soon as the torch approached, he took a closer look at the stone and indeed contained many gems of various colors the size of sparrow eggs. I didn't want to pick up the dagger and pry it, but I didn't move at all for a long time.

"Why is it so hard? My dagger isn't bad, but it doesn't move at all? Don't be Converse, what a fat thing! Wang Daxia asked puzzled.

"Hahaha, it's the first time I've come, but the family records that the entire Kunlun Mountain is diamond, and it also contains supreme magic, do you think, the mountain that suppresses the dragon clan can be ordinary?"

After listening to Liangchen's explanation, everyone thought that this was indeed the case, Wang Daxia tried again, but had to give up, sighing along the way, it's a pity that there are so many gems.

The cave is unusually huge, and there is a dark flow in it, and the group is still smooth under the leadership of Liangchen, about an hour later, through a relatively small cave door, and then into a huge cave, this cave is even bigger and more empty than the previous one, and it feels like the whole mountain is empty.

"It's almost here, and the treasures you are looking for are about to be seen, let me remind you, don't think about moving all these treasures, because there are too many, and it will be difficult to move them for a month without tens of thousands of people. Just find something you like. ”

With Liangchen's reminder, after turning a corner, Liangchen said softly: "It's here, you can do it yourself, I'll do something, remember not to run around, don't make too much movement, wake up that Jiao, it's hard to deal with." ”

In this way, Liangchen Meijing and Jiang Ge and his party separated, Wang Daxia held the torch and walked forward quickly, just walked a few dozen steps, there was a crisp sound of metal colliding under his feet, everyone was shocked, and raised the torch to see, in front of him was a real mountain of gold and silver sea, compared to what is the treasure house of Shule City, this is the real treasure.

No wonder Liangchen is so indifferent, it seems that the family has long said that these treasures are huge, plus the treasures of the dragon clan, they are dragon slayers, and they go to the burial place of the dragon, with the greedy nature of the dragon clan, this is in line with the treasure that the legendary dragon clan should have.

When everyone was extremely surprised, Wang Daxia had already started the treasure hunt, and the painter set up the drawing board in a hurry, and he had to draw such a rare scene.

Jiang Ge instructed Jian Hong to find out if there was a fixed torch or oil lamp or something, and light up the entire cave.

On the golden mountain, Wang Daxia took his apprentices to rummage and pick up, Kong Chan stood beside the painter to watch the painting, and Jianhong and the guards found the stone pillars and the torches left on the stone wall and lit them one after another.

The whole cave is resplendent with gold, and when you go deep into it, you feel that the ground is not stepping on goods, but piles of stones.

Jiang Ge is also wandering around when he has nothing to do, and he has never found anything he likes, and everyone has come to the era of the dragon slaying clan, and it is estimated that all the good things have been picked up.

Walking like this, I don't know where I went, anyway, there are mountains of gold and silver around me, Jiang Ge just climbed to the top of a mountain of gold and wanted to identify the direction, but the moment he went to the top of the mountain and looked up, above the cave, a huge stalactite was entwined with a huge Jiao, and the eyes of the half-body woman opened at the same time as Jiang Ge looked at it.

The turquoise eyes seemed to have a streamer of light circulating, Jiang Ge felt that his body was uncontrollable, his thinking began to become blurred, and the scene in front of him changed from a cave full of treasures to darkness.

He seemed to have a dream, and the scene in the dream was too real, he was like a person outside the scroll, looking at the ever-changing picture of time and space in the scroll.

The thick and tall walls of Handan City have become dilapidated, and the gray bricks are scorched black under the erosion of the war.

On the city wall, the veteran Lian Po took off his battle helmet, his black and white hair was scattered, the breeze was blowing slowly, and the gunsmoke, which had a pungent smell, smelled much more comfortable at this time.

Lian Po took a deep breath and looked at the battlefield full of corpses, the blood-stained moat, and the 20,000 Qin troops who had just been captured, and felt relieved.

Under the tremendous pressure of being annihilated, in the siege war that lasted for nearly a year, this veteran general who had been crisscrossing the world for decades once again used his somewhat clumsy and thin body to block the danger out of the city wall for millions of people of Zhao State.

The old face, full of wrinkles, had already become shriveled and dark, and the sunken eye sockets were wrapped in drooping eyelids, and the old eyes were cloudy and full of vicissitudes.

Fortunately, the reinforcements arrived, and the Qin army, which had killed 400,000 Zhao soldiers in an invincible pit, finally withdrew.

The veteran, who could no longer support a heavy armor, slowly landed on the ground with his back against the city wall, and fell into a deep sleep.

The main hall of the Qin Palace.

Dozens of braziers were evenly scattered in the main hall, and the burning braziers raised high flames as if they were about to lick the tall and thick beams.

From time to time, the beating tongue of fire exploded in the silent and somewhat terrifying hall, and the flickering firelight reflected the pillars and beams full of black and white intricate patterns.

King Qin Zhaoxiang, who sat on a tall throne with a graying beard, spread out his hands hidden in his wide black gold-encrusted robe

The battle report bamboo slips were bursting with green tendons and trembling constantly.

In the hall, nearly 100 ministers of civil and military affairs all lowered their heads and stared intently at their insteps. The general Wang Yi was naked, his dark body was scarred, and his thumb-thick hemp rope was tightly restrained. With his hair scattered, he stared blankly at the steps in front of him.

The quiet hall of the Qin Palace became even more dead silent with a sharp and piercing sound of a sonorous sword being drawn and slashing through the wooden table.

The unforgivable King Qin Zhaoxiang looked around angrily, gritted his teeth, and waved the pitch-black long sword in his hand to keep slashing in the air.

The bloodshot red bulging eyeballs stared at the vacant position of the military commander's train, and uncontrollable anger filled the trembling body and bones.

A rush of footsteps at the door of the main hall suddenly resounded through the strange hall, and the ministers still looked down and remained motionless, and the angry Qin Zhaoxiang King slowly turned his head to look at the door.

"King Qiqi, Wu Anjun has killed himself with a sword in Longju Mountain in Ximen Duyou."

Before his death, he said, "Why did I sin against heaven and come here?"

After a long time, he said, "I deserve to die." In the Battle of Changping, hundreds of thousands of people surrendered by Zhao, and I deceived them to death."

The sound fell, and in the hall where the needle could be heard, there was a "poof~" sound on the chaotic throne, and blood was splashed. The black sword in the hand of King Qin Zhaoxiang was stained with red blood, and under the illumination of the firelight, the blood scattered on the sword body slowly soaked into the pitch-black sword body imperceptibly, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword of King Qin Zhaoxiang, who was paralyzed on the ground and continued to vomit blood, was shaking.

The chaos in the hall was abnormal, the ministers shouted to the heavens and the earth, the palace people were all panicked, there were many figures, and the black sword body that fell to the ground accompanied by the shaking hand of King Qin Zhaoxiang seemed to be trembling with joy.

Half an hour ago.

Duyou Longju Mountain outside the west gate of Xianyang, the mountain is not high, fortunately it is handsome and green, there is a simple grass house on the mountainside, there is a gurgling stream flowing down the grass house not far from the grass house, through the wide and gentle area from the side of the mountain cliff and flowing down, there are thousands of pearls and thousands of pearls falling into the dust when it rains, and there are more colorful rainbows across the mountain stream when it is sunny.

There is a piece of protruding mountain on the side of the cliff on the viewing platform, step on it, and the Xianyang City ten miles away from the mountain has a panoramic view, and the scenery is unique.

On the observation deck, there is a person dressed in white like snow, standing tall like a pine.

His white hair was untied, his shawl reached his waist, and he flew freely with the cool mountain breeze.

With both hands on the ground, the angry eyes of King Kong looked at Xianyang, and there was a very thin sword wound like hair between his neck, but his face was majestic but he was not breathing.

The invincible god of war who commanded millions of black armor has lost his magnificent battle armor, even if he is full of white hair, wearing plain clothes, sword eyebrows and cold eyes, the god of war is white, and he still can't dilute the tiger fighting spirit of the god of a hundred battles.

Dead but mighty, the god of war quietly guarded the mountains and rivers of Daqin, and his heroic spirit turned into a torrent and went straight to the sky, bursting and scattering in the world.

There is a newborn star in the sky, shining under the scorching sun.

Through the ages, the spring and autumn events, read all the rivers. The walls are like a city, the walls are boundless, and the clouds weigh 100,000 flags. The rocks pierce through the air, the wind and thunder run, and there are knife passes everywhere. People neighed and horses roared, and wolf smoke rolled a few points.

Pingchuan fire clouds are like day, the drum army is moving forward, and the sea is lined with mountains. Zhao Kuo is a little conspiracy, only talks about soldiers, and the filial piety king listens to slander. The blood is drifting, the ghosts and gods are crying to cover their faces, who will survive? The princes compete for hegemony, and it is difficult to get rid of thousands of people's grievances!

The brightness of the stars is also the fall of a generation of war gods, who died not for their crimes, but for their deaths.

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Langya County, Qi State.

A small place called Mengshan Mountain hidden deep in the mountains, where more than 100 families live.

Green mountains are interdependent, and green water is always accompanied.

A group of bare-chested children gathered the oldest man in the village under an ancient ginkgo tree in the middle of the village.

The old man was kind and kind-eyed, and his hair was as white as snow.

Some wrinkled hands were slowly pounding to open the patched small cigarette pouch, and the yellow-brown cut tobacco seemed to the old man to be fragrant.

The old man stretched out his long, calloused fingers and grabbed some tobacco shreds and stuffed them into the head of a cigarette stick made of a cyan bamboo whip.

After filling the head of the cigarette stick, he gently pressed it with his thick thumb, opened the fire fold and stretched it to the head of the cigarette stick, and put the other end of the cigarette stick in the mouth full of white whiskers around him and took a few sips.

For a while, the green smoke was filled, and the bare-chested children were accustomed to spreading a little, fanning the smoke in the air with their immature little hands, and from time to time they would poke their fingers at the middle of the old man's blue smoke ring, drawing circles in the air until the smoke dissipated.

The white-bearded old man with a look of enjoyment siped his cigarette stick one by one, sat on the stone steps under the ancient tree, gently exhaled the smoke, and looked up at the star in the sky that was still bright in the daytime, as if he was remembering something, or remembering someone.

There was a cute naughty boy with pigtails in the child, and when he saw that the old man was pretending to be deep again, he took advantage of the old man's unhappiness and grabbed a handful of white beards that grew to his chest and pulled it down hard.

The old man didn't feel pain, and when he saw that the child was still looking at him with a grin, he took a puff of his cigarette, and gently knocked the head of the cigarette stick on the stone while coughing, and the ashes scattered.

Cupola braided milk and said with an adult's emphasis: "Old cigarette stick, the story hasn't been finished yet, why don't you tell it?" Did the general who peeked at the goblin's bath turn to stone? ”

A naughty boy who was a little smaller than the pigtail and kept inhaling green snot followed closely and said: "Brother Yan'er is right, the old cigarette stick is quick to say, don't ink." ”

"Old cigarette stick, talk about it quickly." A group of naughty boys chattered and asked questions, telling stories for most of the day, but not the ending.

Seeing the beautiful and wandering appearance of the old cigarette pole iron, he felt bored, so he turned around, held his little hands behind his back, and muttered to himself with bare feet: "If you don't say it, you won't say it, when I become a general, I will go and peek at the demon myself."

Essence bath, see if I turn into stone, or goblin into gravel. ”

The child who kept snorting next to him said flatteringly: "Brother Yan'er will be a general when the time comes, I'll lead the horse for you, let's watch the monster take a bath together, okay?" ”

Cupola immediately grinned and shouted: "Mengzi leads the horse, General Ben is going home to cook a meal with his grandfather, and the battle is three hundred rounds." Drive~"

The snotty child, who was called Mengzi, pretended to clench his fists and obeyed the order, picked two long branches on the ground, handed one to the pigtail, and shouted, "General, please get on the horse." ”

Then the two of them planted a branch, put it under their crotch, held the branch in their right hand, slapped their buttocks with their left hand, and their feet fell to the ground, only to hear the pigtail shouting: "Chong~"

The two of them were like riding war horses, shouting and driving all the way, and slapping their buttocks all the way to their respective courtyards.

When passing by the well, the pigtail shouted to the powerful and simple Erniu: "Erniu, Erniu, the best in the world." ”

Erniu, who was carrying water, stretched out his right hand at the pigtail and gave a thumbs up, still smirking innocently.

Just as Erniu was about to continue to carry water, there was a whoosh, and a sparrow fluttered its wings and fell to the side of the pigtail. Then a voice came out of nowhere: "Take the pigtails back and feed the cat." ”

Braided bent down to pick up the sparrow that still had body temperature on the ground and shouted happily: "Thank you, Brother Wu!" ”

Li San, who was carrying a bundle of firewood, passed by the two children who were jumping around, took out two cyan wild fruits from his arms and handed them over, rubbed Mengzi's head, and patted the pigtail that would not bend the red rope.

The greedy Mengzi took the green wild fruit and didn't rub it, sucking the snot and biting it, clicking, crunchy.

Cupola pigtail pinched the fruit in his left hand, continued to hold the branch with his right hand, and said a little impatiently: "A broken fruit can play with my pigtail, Uncle Li, do you think I am the rhubarb at the head of the village, and I can touch my tail with a bone?" ”

Li San, who had already missed a few steps, turned his head and asked with a smile: "Yo, what do you want to do with the little baby?" ”

Cupola smiled mysteriously, snorted and said, "If you have the ability, you can pat my pigtails again, and your son's fruit is mine." ”

Li San immediately hugged his fists and said: "The villain has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, the little general will forgive him, and he will definitely pick a few more for the little general next time." The little general went around the villain's dog's life, and the villain went home to tease the idiot who had just farted back, how about the general? ”

Hearing this, Cupola shook his left hand holding the fruit in the air a few times and said, "It's good to know your mistakes, it's accurate." Next time, remember to pick more of them, and General Ben will allow you to touch your pigtails a few more times. ”

Li San clenched his fists and said: "The general is mighty, and the small one has the order." After saying that, he shook the back basket full of dry wood and branches behind his back and walked towards his house.

The pigtail, who was in a good mood, staggered towards the courtyard of his house after separating from Mengzi, who was snorting.

A middle-aged woman dressed in emerald cloth stood at the gate of her yard with a feather duster in one hand and looked at the entrance of the village.

Cupola saw it and was not in a hurry to go home, standing not far from the Cuihua woman staring at the two Dameng Mountains that bulged on her chest, the more she looked at it, the redder she became, and the more she looked at it, the more she wanted to see it.

The Cuihua woman saw the cute pigtails and said deliberately: "Little pigtails, go to the village to see if my cubs are chasing those geese?" Rhubarb doesn't do anything, that cub is upside down and gives birth to a mallet, but it's not as cute as our pigtails. Pull that cub back, and come to my aunt's kang at night to sleep with our uncompetitive puppies? ”

After speaking, the Cuihua woman also squeezed left and right twice intentionally or unintentionally, and looked at the pigtails all over the place, and was about to agree, but she saw the feather duster in the woman's hand.

Cupola suddenly remembered the dozens of dark cyan marks on the dog's leftover buttocks, and he trembled all over, and he couldn't hold back a little in front of his bare cheeks. He threw away the branch in his hand and ran as fast as he could.

As he ran, he shouted: "Auntie, wait slowly, your dog is probably chased around the village by the big geese for a while." I don't dare to go to such a big battle, the chicks will be eaten like earthworms. ”

As soon as she was braided, the Cuihua woman suddenly writhed towards the entrance of the village with a sudden realization, and kept chattering: "This bitch, don't really be bullied by a group of geese." ”

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The village was full of smoke, and the sun on the distant mountain was spreading the last trace of afterglow, and the sky was full of red glow, and on the mountain road into the village, there was a group of purple-robed soldiers rushing towards the village.

The white-haired old man known as the old cigarette stick squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and among the green mountains paved with afterglow in the distance, purple robes were moving, and dozens of silver-armored cavalry were already unhurriedly arranging their formations in the wide field.

The old cigarette stick looked at the mountains on the left and right, and there were already scouts waving purple gold-edged flags.

Seeing this, the old cigarette stick quickly took out the finger long yellow bamboo whistle and put it between his lips, and a long and sharp "Huh~" resounded in the sky, and the purple-robed soldiers still acted in an orderly manner when they heard the whistle, and they were not disturbed at all.

The peaceful mountain village, which was originally full of smoke, became riotous, with chickens and dogs barking incessantly, but no one made a sound.

A moment later, in the open space under the ancient tree, behind the white-haired old man, nearly a hundred villagers in the village, except for the children who have not yet reached adulthood, regardless of gender, all of them are in golden armor and red robes, and a bunch of red tassels on their battle helmets stand in the wind, like golden armor heavenly soldiers hiding in the sea of blood.

The extremely serious old smoking gun glanced at the red robe behind him, and then looked at the cavalry team that had been rushing in the mud not far in front of him, and as the old man shouted "cover his face", there was a uniform sound of metal colliding behind him. Nearly 100 gold armor and red robes were covered with golden gluttonous masks, and there was no commotion, no timidity, and no sound.