The searchlight on the head because the battery is not enough to bear, can only vaguely shine a few steps in front of the feet, holding the rough seam wall forward, the more and more cold, the barefoot feet step on every step as if to let the needle prick a prick, he knows in his heart that there must be something strange here, recalling the top of the big turtle's head written "Beidou Zhendong, Wang Zi Ningyan", suddenly realized, the ancient times are very superstitious, the east and west, the north and south deified into the green dragon, white tiger, Vermilion bird, Xuanwu, this Beidou is the divine beast Xuanwu, turtle-shaped dragon body.

"This is the eastern passage of a tomb." Understood, Lin Huaan calmed down slightly, that sentence Wang Zi Ningyan, it is obvious that there is a king buried here, it may be a certain king a long time ago, otherwise how could the Great Song Dynasty build the capital here. Judging from the fact that the east entrance of this tomb is at the bottom of the canal, this prince is still a solid king, and his power back then may be very great.

Thinking about it, the surroundings are getting colder and colder, and when I arrive at an open place, the stone walls are stained with a layer of frost, and there is a pool of white smoke not far away.

"Nima, shouldn't you be at the center of the earth?" Because he has been walking for a long time, and the cold freezes the bone marrow, if it weren't for the fact that the diving suit on his body is cold-resistant, maybe he would have been frozen into a human stick, and his hands can be used to warm up, but his feet can't stand it, every step is like cutting meat, it's really fucking enough.

Although walking is like cutting meat, you can't stand with a pestle and wait for death, the colder it is, the more you have to move, so that the blood will not dry up, Lin Huaan sometimes blooms, sometimes lifts his heels, and curls up and down barefoot to the frosty stone wall. After a short walk, a crack appeared in the flat thick wall, and two huge copper rings were inlaid in the crack, which turned out to be a stone door.

People who finally understand what to do and look for something always shout "there is a door" when they find something. Immediately, he shouted angrily: "There is a door!" Holding the knocker in his hand and dragging it back with all his might, there was a squeak sound, and the heavy stone door opened a thin slit that could be passed sideways, and without saying a word, he rushed in, his mother, and letting the demons and monsters eat it is better than freezing to death.

Pulling the stone door shut, he felt a little better, the cold was still there, turned around and looked at the dark stone room, the hair on his whole body stood up after walking two steps, and his eyes were bigger than a cowbell. This is a bedroom, from left to right, there is a desk, a dressing table, a wardrobe, a bookshelf, and an old Luan Feng Heming bed, not far from the end of the candlestick, the candle on the top is half burned, and there are fire folds and fire knives on the table.

What is it now? Picking up the fire fold can no longer blow the fire, Lin Huaan lit a candle with a fire knife, the room was bright, and the array was neat as far as his eyes could see, if it weren't for the copper mirror on the dressing table that had climbed a layer of rust, it meant that the time was at least a hundred years, and he would not suspect that there were still people living here.

After a slow tour, he came to the ancient bed where the dragon and phoenix were carved, but he saw that the bedding was neatly folded, and it was spotless, and there was still a very long hair on the pillow.

"Nima?" At this sight, he was immediately frightened goosebumps, looking at the rusty appearance of the bronze mirror, this room is at least a hundred years old, but there is not a drop of dust in the room, and there is a thin hair on the pillow, did he run to the ancient tomb at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain? Is there a little dragon girl sleeping here?

Creepy away from the weird bed, came to the wardrobe and pulled, it was full of clothes, seeing that there were boots, the early frozen bare feet seemed to have a little feeling, not to mention copying out a pair of numb feet and stuffing in, the size was just right. casually took off a robe wrapped around the dragon and embroidered phoenix, wrapped it around his body randomly, and strode towards another small door.

It's a study with several bookcases, and not only books, but also a few paintings hanging on the walls. Lin Huaan found the candlestick, lit the candle, and the portrait he saw just now suddenly appeared, there were five pairs, all of them were girls, not only girls, but also extremely beautiful, delicate and glamorous, clear and charming, which made people see countless pampering and love gushing out of their chests.

"Guo Yuyu, Long Ji, Qin Chuchu, Qi Shi'er, Wen Qiaoxing." Looking at it one by one, Lin Hua'an's chest was blazing, and the girls in these five paintings, whether they were sitting on a twisting needle or hanging their heads and stroking the piano or dancing with a sword, were all lifelike, as if they were standing in front of themselves. The lotus clothes want to move, listen to the sonorous sound of the ring.

"You're beautiful." After admiring it, he sighed, came to Wen Qiaoxing, raised his hand to remove the dust on her phoenix clothes at dawn, turned around and walked closer to the bookshelf to watch, and muttered in a low voice: "The Dragon Sutra, the Wind Sutra, the Rain Flower, the Purple Moon ......" from the beginning to the end, when he saw the book Ling Bo Weibu, he suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand to pick it up, opened it and saw that the home page read, "Ling Bo Weibu is transformed by Qimen Dunjia, the sun, moon and stars are the first, the eight doors nourish qi, Liujia does not appear in all living beings, one step into a hundred, a hundred steps into a thousand, Ren Chong the veins of the human body, Hexagram 64, Hexagram 81, Tianpan Nine Palaces and Nine Stars Qu ......" and so on.

Lin Hua'an's eyes rolled, he really couldn't look at such a wordy preface, turned the page door but saw that it was a mother's door, **exquisite, Ying Ying was less than a hand, the place under the crotch was not painted, the ditch was flat, and some small dots on the body came and went, there were no small footprints of Ling Bo Weibu, nor the beautiful face of the fairy sister, even the things that a woman should have were flat, and he felt bored, it was not as good as his book of Analects on Selling Dog Meat in Sheepskin, threw the counterfeit book into the shelf, and turned around and left the stone room.

Step out of the space suddenly enlarged, incomparably spacious, even the wall stone overhead is very high, like a huge palace, in the distance in front of a small lake covered with moss, on the left is a row of torch barrel candlesticks, every few steps there are Luan phoenix dragon turtle huge bronze ornaments, in front of a large golden table, behind the table is a silver chair, there is a large ice on the chair, from the side, there seems to be something in the ice.

Seeing such a big hall, Lin Huaan knew that it was the place of the tomb owner, but why didn't he see the coffin? Stepping out of the side door, he strode towards the stern gold table and silver chair. Recently, I saw that there were four treasures of the study on the gold table, but the wood wool had been accumulated after years of corrosion, but there were a few books that were very clean.

"Dressed eight." Surprised to see that one of them had four big characters written on it, Lin Hua'an frowned, the first time he heard it was read to the old grandmother when Ah Zhen collected the corpse, and the second time he heard that it was from Yan'er's mouth, and now for no reason in such an unknown tomb, there is such a book on a golden table.

"I have a lifelong hatred and hatred." Turning his eyes to the side and looking again, he thought that this book might be the life biography of the tomb owner, and then looked at another one.

"The mistake of the Hua clan to destroy the door, the sin of the four friends, I die without seeing it, the dragon and snake are not destroyed, and the sky is dead!" Seeing such a long title, Lin Huaan stretched out his hand to pick it up, who knew that the title of the book was not finished, and then wrote: "The soul of the young baby of the Liao Lord is immortal, Qin Er has the righteousness of saving benevolence, and he is stranger to ghosts. ”

After reading the few lines of big characters that almost filled the writing, Lin Huaan sighed lightly, it seems that this prince has only done three wrong things in his life, one of which is to destroy the flower family, did not cure the sin of this four friends, and also harmed the death of a baby. The baby had been dead for a long time, and it was only before he died that he had an epiphany or something, and then ......

"Uh-huh." Thinking of this very complicated story, he nodded three times in a row, it was too complicated for ordinary people to understand, and raised his face to look at the big ice cube on the chair.

Bang!

Bang dang!

Crash!

"Fuck me!" With just one glance, Lin Huaan not only fell and ate, but even the golden table made him fall to the ground, and he jumped up to the ninth layer of heaven without caring about the pain, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, his old face was stunned, his eyes as big as a cowbell seemed to be about to burst, his mouth was twice as big as an egg, his mind was blank, and he stared at the face in the ice cube hell, not knowing what expression to make.

"Up, up, up...... Before last...... God, as it is...... If it is like it, look at it...... Guanyin ...... "Stunned for a long time, he shuddered to close the big mouth stuffed with duck eggs, trembled his lips and read the names of the three great compassions, and then jumped into the sky like an electric touch, jumped on the overturned gold case, strode and squatted on the ice and roared: "Mom, come out and see God, ah......"

If he was crazy, he held his head with his hands in disbelief, picked up his legs and ran around the hall, returned to the ice cube, and there were two big jumps, his face was more exaggerated than that of a ghost, and it was dyed blue, changed white, turned green, and turned black at the most, and he couldn't stand the roar: "Damn Lin Azhen, why the fuck did you run into the ice cube?" Lao Tzu is crazy, hell, stuff your old mother card ......"

But seeing a person sitting in the ice cube, dressed in a royal robe, with a jade belt around his waist, a handsome face, and his eyes closed, it was Lin Azhen's eighteen-year-old appearance, as if he was only eighteen years old when he was iced up, but the three major mistakes of his life were written on the gold table, and before he died, he suddenly realized that he was wrong, how could he die at the age of eighteen.

Lin Huaan was completely crazy, and he couldn't understand why Lin Azhen was here, and he was twenty-seven years old when he died, how could he be eighteen years old, the shroud was still worn for him by himself, and he carried him into the coffin with his own hands, obviously he was dead, how could it be, this is not scientific.

At this moment, suddenly a loud shout came from the far side hole: "Who are you?" How did you get here? ”

"Huh?" The crazy Lin Hua'an heard the familiar voice, his tearful eyes were stunned, he quickly turned his head to look at the side hole, and was surprised to see that it was the dragon bird standing at the entrance of the cave, and hurriedly ran forward and shouted: "Dragon bird, why are you here?" ”

The dragon bird who went out to pick fruit was stunned when he saw that it was Lin Huaan, and he stepped forward with a creepy face, and asked with a grotesque face: "Are you...... You...... Be...... Is it a pro...... Prince...... Finger...... Did you guide you? ”

"What?" Hearing the words prince again, Lin Huaan took a look, looked at a few green fruits pinched by Long Yu in his hand, turned his head blankly and glanced back at Ah Zhen, and suddenly opened his mouth and swept his fingers and roared: "The prince who died two hundred years ago that you always read in your mouth, can't it be this thing?" ”

Hearing that he was roaring that the prince was something, the dragon was about to go to the house, and suddenly remembered that he was the patriarch of the prince, since he was the elder brother of the prince, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him scolding the prince, his face turned pale, and he nodded. "Yes...... Yes, that's it...... It's the prince. ”

Lin Huaan knew in the prison that Ah Lun was the prince of the bandit country, and here he even found out that the prince of the bandit country was Ah Zhen, is there anything more ridiculous in the world? One day it was beheading and absconding, and I met a monster at the bottom of the river, and I almost didn't freeze to death and ran here to meet a ghost, no matter how strong my heart was, I could bear it, and my eyes were black in an instant, and I fainted with a bang.