On October 10, 2010, I got up early in the morning today because I had to fight.

After eating early, I put away my things and went to gather, and Smile was handed over to the main leaf a long time ago.

The meeting place is Baishui Mountain, which is one mile away from Taoli Village on the outskirts of Taoli Village.

Taoli Village is still a relatively conservative village, and they retain the most traditional ideas. Naturally, we went to fight to bypass the villagers of Taoli Village, otherwise we would have to end up being burned at the stake for disturbing our ancestors.

In addition to the six members of the serious crime team and Jiang Qin, there are also nine other partners in this fight:

Li Yue'er, a 33-year-old antique dealer; Pan Chengyun, a 34-year-old company manager; Wang Huabei, a 40-year-old online professional writer; The twenty-nine-year-old pop Internet ghost animal singer has a lot to do; Si Jiannan, a 35-year-old small businessman; Thirty-two-year-old librarian Cai Saiwen; Zhang Inuya, another antique dealer at the age of thirty-four; and Zhang Gouya's apprentices, twenty-five-year-old Chu Yan and twenty-eight-year-old Pei Jiu.

There were sixteen people in the group.

According to what Jiang Qin said, we first set up a Yin Shaking Array outside the tomb.

The Southern Song Dynasty tomb is very large, and it is purely a mountain tomb.

We stood aside and watched as Zhang Dogtooth blew up Baishui Mountain with homemade gunpowder before entering the grave one by one.

"Be careful when you go down to the grave, and don't follow me around." The silver walking in front of the passage came out of thin air, and I replied with a warm smile in my heart, "Don't worry, I won't walk around." ”

"What are you afraid of? And me. Liancheng winked at me informally.

I didn't answer and continued towards the passage.

After walking for a while, Brother Fengyu suddenly stopped, and said: "This mural is from the Southern Song Dynasty, this is a record of what happened in the Southern Song Dynasty at that time, right?"

Hearing Brother Fengyu's words, we immediately stopped, Brother Fengyu who was in Beiljing at that time didn't know much about this Southern Song Dynasty tomb.

Brother Fengyu took a searchlight to observe on the stone wall, and we also cast our eyes on the stone wall.

Common sense in ancient tombs, murals are used to record and praise the life deeds of the tomb owner. And this Southern Song Dynasty tomb does not have a real owner, but it is not entirely, it can only be said that there are too many tomb owners.

The mural records the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty's unification of the Central Plains and the end of the beheading of the Southern Song Dynasty courtiers.

The mural has fallen off a little, but it does not affect the content of the painting.

At first it was a vast sandy field, the sand was littered with bones, and a burly man with fluffy curly hair sat on a horse with a machete in his hand, and behind him were thousands of horses. A smug smile appeared on the man's face, and the soldiers behind him waved their hands and cheered without any image.

On the other side of the mural is a somewhat dilapidated castle, and a closer look reveals the prosperity of the past. The walls of the city were full of people, dressed in court robes, with eager and worried expressions in their eyes. Under the city gate was a middle-aged man in armor, and in front of him knelt a soldier, the soldier was covered in blood and was reporting something to the man, and the man's eyes were full of despair and his expression was sad.

Continue to walk forward, and the mural is still the same city.

The Mongolian man on his horse led his horses to the city gate, and the man at the gate drew his sword from his waist and roared, jumped up and slashed at the Mongolian man. The Mongolian man took advantage of the horseback to swing a big knife and slash at the man's neck, and the man's head rolled to the ground, and the anger and unwillingness in his eyes were frozen in the moment before death. The soldiers cheered loudly, the courtiers on the city walls hugged and cried in a ball, some even raised their swords to kill themselves, and some stumbled down the city gate and knelt before the Mongolian men to show their submission, but the men just cut off their heads with a disdainful grin.

Then the soldiers flocked into the city, and the courtiers of the Southern Song Dynasty were caught and killed.

As the Mongols entered the city, the flags on the walls fell and new ones were raised.

The old dynasty ended this time, and the new dynasty ushered in, known in history as the Yuan Dynasty.

The stone wall is still recounted.

On the majestic temple, the Mongolian man sat proudly on a high seat, his hands groping for the pictures and texts on the dragon chair, below which were hundreds of ministers of the Southern Song Dynasty who were escorted by guards.

The Mongolian man stared coldly at the enemy minister kneeling at his feet, and then waved his hand, and all the people below were dragged down by the guards.

Some people twisted their bodies and begged for mercy, some people looked at death with calm faces, and some people rushed up desperately to entangle with the guards, but without exception, they were solved by the guards with a knife.

And the most eye-catching of them is a gorgeously dressed child among the ministers of the dead country, only eleven or twelve years old. He didn't cry or make trouble, holding the handsome young man next to him. His robe was embroidered with a three-clawed green dragon, and it was not difficult to guess his identity.

All the courtiers of the Southern Song Dynasty were taken out of the city, surrounded by the Mongol legions outside the city gate, and more than a dozen Mongol soldiers rushed in with machetes, and within a moment, hundreds of them all fell to the ground.

Blood—boundless blood, imprinted with a red glow in the sky, like a flower blooming on the other side of hell.

At the very end of the mural is a small paragraph:

Linzhou people Liu, Jia Fu, built this tomb, picked up the bones of the Song Dynasty's relics, buried them together, abolished their family assets, the tomb was completed, and hundreds of workers were martyred. After that, the family and country were gone.

Translated as: the Southern Song Dynasty at that time in Linzhou, the richest man in Linzhou, the Liu family, under the consent of the Yuan Dynasty, exhausted the family property to build this joint burial tomb, and buried all the killed Southern Song Dynasty courtiers in it. The Southern Song Dynasty had status and rights, and all of them were killed, and from then on, there was no possibility of revival in the Southern Song Dynasty.

How many ghosts are there in "...... here"? There were hundreds of courtiers in the Southern Song Dynasty and hundreds of funeral craftsmen, no wonder it was a mountain tomb that was repaired, otherwise how could it be pretended. This Jia Shang surnamed Liu is really admirable.

"Suddenly I hated the people of the Yuan Dynasty a little, but the Southern Song Dynasty was our Han people, it turned out that our Han people were bullied so badly, but fortunately, there were still a few backbones." Lian Cheng reached out and touched the prince on the mural, and the tone of his sigh was half-true.

"Look! Here's one more line of words! The surprise in the crisp female voice is not hidden.

Chu Yan squatted with a searchlight to shine at the bottom of the mural, only to see that it was written:

National shame is not yet snowing! Hate Jia Shang! The war book is incomprehensible!

The prince's violent corpse! The court is not complete!

Barren mountains as tombs! It's hard to hide!

Unable to return to heaven! Go with you!

"What a grievance. Yan'er, don't move. Zhang Dogtooth frowned and pulled up his apprentice, "Let's go, don't touch the things in the tomb casually." This Liu Jiashang, as the richest man in Linzhou, spent all his assets, and it was impossible to simply build a pit to bury the body. Don't forget, isn't there a little prince, with the patriotism and loyalty of the ancients, he must do his best. ”

"This Liu Jiashang is a good man." Wang Huabei, who was wearing glasses and crepe, said, "But it's a pity, the status of Jia Shang in ancient times was low, otherwise this Liu Jia Shang's family background can also fight." ”

"Okay, don't talk about it, hurry up and go, don't alarm the dead." Zhang Gouya turned around and glared at Wang Huabei fiercely.

This glance is inexplicable, and it seems to be angry.