After Qu Shanheng, the so-called famous family, he is actually a turtle, and he has never even gone out of Shennongjia in his life, and he has never seen the style of Rimaru at all.

Therefore, when he heard Zhang Jiao's question, he whispered in surprise: "Rimaru's clothes, how come, aren't they wearing Xia Zong's old-style ancient costumes."

I've seen it on TV. ”

"Among the 10 countries in the entire Eastern Continent, there must be 5 or 6 branches of our Xia Sect civilization," Zhang Jiao said with a gloomy face: "Naturally, food and clothing are the same, and there is not much difference.

However, the Hichimaru people are crowned by monkeys, and a ribbon is added to the waist, so if you distinguish it carefully, you can see it at a glance. ”

Hearing this, Qu Shanheng unconsciously stood on tiptoe and looked at the coffin, and sure enough, he saw that in front of the giant sarcophagus, it looked like a sacrifice, and it looked like a crystal corpse guarding in front of the spirit, and the ribbon with a very wide and complex pattern was tied around the waist.

couldn't help blurting out: "There's really a belt, I've come to see it 3 or 4 times, why I've never paid attention to it."

Brother Legion, you know so much, you must have traveled to Himaru before.

Sure enough, it's better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, and one day if I succeed in reviving my family, I will definitely be..."

As he spoke, he glimpsed Zhang Jiao's face becoming more and more gloomy, and he obviously felt a heavy sense of oppression surging into his heart, and he didn't dare to continue to be irritable.

hurriedly changed the conversation and cut to the point, "I have been here with my parents since I was a child.

It had just been completed, but the bodies were already there.

I still remember that many people felt strange at that time, but after inquiring, the official statement of Chunshui Ling was very vague, saying that they were the ancestors and the old king, so they died and buried together, so as to be full of friendship.

But how can there be a ritual in this world where good friends are buried together.

Therefore, some people speculate that these guys were killed by the same wife as the person who buried her husband.

It's just that it's too barbaric and illegal to bury a living person now, so I just found a random excuse.

Some people also guess that these people are non-virtuous scholars, refining fake medicine to trick Chunshui Xianjun into taking and breaking obstacles, but the accident caused him to go mad and die.

Therefore, Mrs. Tong vented his anger and killed them, and placed them in front of the spirit to make eternal reparations to the ancestors of Chunshui. ”

While speaking, it was already their turn to offer incense, Qu Zhiheng hurriedly shut up, and together with Zhang Jiao and his two younger sisters, he stepped forward to light the incense and bow deeply.

After the 4 people strolled out of the mausoleum, Zhang Jiao suddenly completely returned to normal, no longer as absent-minded as before, in this Chunshui Ling Doctor Mausoleum for a few hours, before leaving by car and rushed to Chunshui City.

Because when Jiang Chu was fighting with the Shanjin and Western Qin kingdoms before, nutrients, as one of the most important armament substances, became more and more scarce and precious.

As the largest grain-producing area within a range of thousands of miles in the surrounding area, Chunshui Collar naturally rose against the trend, and in the case of the increasing depression of other economic, trade, and armed escort types of zero-zone bases, it produced a siphon effect and showed a deformed prosperity.

Especially now it is the most important festival in the spring water collar than 1 degree a year, the Spring Festival, and the lively Lingwei selection season, the whole city is simply crowded with tourists.

I finally spent a lot of money to live in a B&B where the Qu brothers and sisters had a relationship, and the boss also looked like 'cheap you', and he didn't even include breakfast.

The hungry Zhang Jiao could only settle down in Xiali, and then went back to the street with Qu Zhangheng, Qu Bingle, and Qu Bingyan to find a restaurant to eat.

Under a bright moon, the crowded people walked forward, and saw the lively scene around him, although it had nothing to do with him, Zhang Jiao still felt a strange discomfort in his heart.

couldn't help but say: "Selecting guards for the deceased and guarding the mausoleum, although it is not a white thing to mourn, but it is not a happy event."

It's inexplicable that it's like a festival. ”

"Oh, brother of the legion, there is a way, relatives or others have also sung to die, what is the way to support the body with the mountain. Qu Shanheng showed his free and easy side at this time, and said with a smile: "The Son of Heaven collapsed in 9 days, and the princes ended in 7 days."

The death of the Son of Heaven and the princes made the general public sad for less than 10 days, and in this way, some people couldn't help but be punished for drinking and eating meat, not to mention that the first monarch of Chunshui had been dead for 20 years.

Everyone used his excuse to be happy and joyful, promote the local tourism economy, and escape the cruel reality because of the excessive tension of the war.

It's a blessing for him, isn't it?

Besides, don't you see that the lanterns hanging on the street are all white and black, that is, funeral, it can be regarded as a thing of the past. ”

After being taught a lesson by the straightforward Qu Jiaoheng and still speechless, Zhang Jiao knew that his mind had been slightly out of order, so he nodded and stopped talking.

After casually finding some food on the street to fill his stomach, he excused himself to hurry in the zero area, although he relied on the magic weapon of storage, and the food and accommodation were good, but he did not dare to enter the cultivation easily because of safety problems.

Now that he has entered the safe area, he naturally wants to condense his soul on the first night, so that his cultivation will not be wasted, and he returned to the homestay early.

After being alone in a room, I turned off the lights and climbed into bed.

But in the middle of the night, when the entire Spring Water City entered a short break after the noise, Zhang Jiao suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes flickered like lightning in the darkness, and then the light slowly faded.

He saw that the time was already more than 4 o'clock in the morning, got up and got out of bed with a blank face, and teleported back to his 'own' mausoleum with a change of heart.

The Xia Sect civilization pays attention to treating death as life.

And there is no one in this world who wants to be guarded while he is sleeping.

Therefore, no matter how prominent the monarch and prince were during his lifetime, after his death, his descendants would not arrange guards in the place where the coffin was placed, so as not to disturb the spirits of the dead.

Therefore, the mausoleum, which was full of people during the day, was empty and silent at this time.

Only the dome is set up according to the sun, moon and stars, and the ceiling lights are shining faintly white.

After Zhang Jiao appeared, his feet flew in front of the giant sarcophagus, looking at the crystal clear corpse of the Himaru man at his feet, his expression flickered and muttered for a long time.

Finally made up his mind, reached out and volleyed out a soft force, squeezing into the crystal shell wrapped around Himaru's dead body.

Although he has not used military force for a long time, he has been trained by the supreme auxiliary kung fu "Yin and Yang Liangyi Gang and Soft Biography", and his grasp of qi and blood and divine soul power has not retreated but advanced, and he has reached the realm of transformation.

Feeling the destruction of the qi at the level of crystal molecules, little by little the pressure continued to increase, and the shell began to dust from the bottom and slowly shattered.

A few minutes later, the corpse naturally fell from the crystal shell, lying in a pile of crystal powder.

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