Qin Beiyang heard the screams of Qi Yuanshan next to him.

When I opened my eyes again, the earth had been thrown under me, the grass was green, the trees were dotted, the houses and farmhouses had been turned into toys, and the rivers and lakes had become puddles. I don't know how many meters he has risen, he looked back at Shanghai, skimmed through the dense roofs, and could see the tall buildings by the Huangpu River, and the Dharma Mountain on the sea had long been submerged in it.

The spindle-shaped airbag of the airship, painted with copper coin patterns in the round sky, swept over the endless fields in the southern suburbs of Shanghai. This road is the plain of the Jiangnan water town, reflecting like countless mirrors in the sun, only when passing through the nine peaks of Songjun such as Tianma Mountain, the belly of the airship rubbed against the top of Sheshan Catholic Church.

They had seen the map and had to detour around Hangzhou by land, but it was only 160 kilometers in a straight line from the sky, which was more than enough time. This is one of the advantages of airships over earlier aircraft, maintaining maximum time in the air. Airships are lighter-than-air aircraft, invented earlier than the Wright brothers' airplanes. The airship has a huge streamlined hull, a pod for carrying people and cargo, a tail surface for stability control, a propeller propulsion system, and the airbags are mainly filled with hydrogen.

The "Mr. Sai" passed over the gray-brown Hangzhou Bay. The twilight is vast, the sunset is like fire, the remnant sun is like blood, the airship and the herringbone geese fly south side by side, Qin Beiyang lies on the edge of the pod, feeling that he is the wild goose flying south, spreading his wings, flying 90,000 miles in the wind, and he will save fifty countries.

Four hours later, the airship had reached the skies over Shaoxing. The plains, swamps, and mountains of the ancient Yue Kingdom are in front of you: the fertile soil where you have been lying on your back for ten years and gathering ten years of lessons, and the hometown of Lu You Shen Yuan's weeping hairpin and phoenix. Directly in front of the airship, you can already see Huiji Mountain in the late autumn twilight.

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name; The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. If there is a dragon that descends from the sky to the top of the mountain, it will be a good omen for both immortals and spirits. Shaoxing Huiji Mountain, although not tall and majestic, but there is the mausoleum of the ancestor of the first dynasty of China - Dayu. Qin Shi Huang once toured the east to meet Ji, sacrificed to Dayu, and ordered Li Si to write a small seal to carve the stone.

Qin Beiyang in the airship pod, looking down at the glass, I don't know what treasure is buried under the autumn colors of this mountain? But in the family history told by my father, the tombsmith clan only dates back to the Shang Dynasty, and whether there were tomb beasts in the Xia Dynasty is really known. Since coming to Shanghai, Qin Beiyang has been yearning for the surrounding Hangzhou, Shaoxing, Ningbo and other places, but there is no opportunity, but tonight he flew in the sky to realize his wish.

Before setting off at noon, Qi Yuanshan had already talked to the Qingbang brothers in Shaoxing on the phone and got many important clues - the peak of the incense burner in Huiji Mountain was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and one man was too close to open it, so the government could not do anything about this group of bandits. According to the arrested bandits, the main force of the bandits was in the pass halfway up the mountain, which was the only way up the mountain. Qian Ke's father was locked up in the ancient temple on the top of the mountain, and the guards were quite empty.

That's where airships come in!

It was already dark, and they carefully controlled their direction and slowly approached Huiji Mountain. Fortunately, the moon was bright and there were a few lights on the top of the mountain. Compared to the loud roaring planes, the airship was much quieter, and the behemoth was able to hide in the night.

The airship flew over the ancient temple, but it could not land easily, otherwise it would be difficult to take off again. The airship had to be temporarily suspended in the air, and Qi Yuanshan lowered a soft ladder from the pod and climbed down carefully. Then Qin Beiyang and Qian Ke descended from the sky. They fastened the airship with cables on the ground so that it would not be blown away by the wind. American technicians are still on standby in the pod operation, maintaining an ultra-low-altitude suspension state.

Because of the cold autumn and winter on the peak of the incense burner, the ancient temple has long been deserted, and it is almost uninhabited.

Qi Yuanshan first touched into a side room, although it was empty, the ground was covered with jars and jars, just a few things that resembled the treasures in the Dharma Mountain on the sea. He whispered, "Beiyang, there is something you're interested in." ”

Bending down to check, Qin Beiyang wiped it with saliva on the corner of his clothes, and the opaque opaque glaze was covered with a layer of crisp, covered with irregular stripes, large dark brown, small yellow-brown, gold wire, ink plum blossom, leaf vein, civil and military pieces...... It turned out to be the mysterious Southern Song Dynasty kiln porcelain, and my father said that there was this kind of porcelain in the underground palace of the Empress Dowager Cixi. The specifications of these kiln porcelains in front of us are extremely high, unlike the heirloom collections, which can only come from royal tombs.

After Qin Beiyang thought about it, the imperial mausoleum of the Northern Song Dynasty was in Henan, and the Southern Song Dynasty was in Shaoxing near Lin'an. After the death of the Song Dynasty, Yang Lian Zhenjia, the chief of the Jiangnan Liberation Sect in the Yuan Dynasty, dug up the six imperial tombs in Shaoxing, opened the coffin of Song Lizong, and found that the emperor was not rotten and full of jewels. Tomb robbers hang corpses upside down, pry the pearl of the night in their mouths, and obtain countless treasures, but expose the emperor's corpse to the wilderness. The worst thing is the skull of Song Lizong, which was transformed into a drinking vessel by Yang Lian Zhenjia, and built a white pagoda in the Lin'an Forbidden City, intending to suppress the people of Jiangnan.

However, Qin Beiyang was not interested in these, but found a thin little book. When I opened it, it was actually a Go book - "Chunxi Chess Book", the time of engraving and printing was "the twelfth year of Chunxi of the Great Song Dynasty", and it was indeed a Song version of the book that could be called a treasure in the book, and he couldn't help but stuff it into his arms.

The three of them continued to touch forward, and found that the lights were still on in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and there was a crackling sound from inside......

"Red in the middle!"

"Three of a kind!"

"Boom Blossom!"

Qian Ke quietly clicked the window paper, and saw four men drinking rice wine and playing mahjong at the same time. In the corner of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Qian Ke's father was tied up with five flowers, and the rags were stuffed in his mouth. Qian Ke confirmed Qi Yuanshan through gestures.

"Don't move!"

Qi Yuanshan kicked open the door, and he and Qin Beiyang pointed their two guns at the four bandits. These people are all old and weak soldiers, plus they gamble all night and smoke a lot, and they have no ability to resist, and they are stunned by fright.

Qian Ke quickly rescued his father, only to find that there was a little girl tied to him. Qian Ke hurried up and sent his father to the roof and dragged him into the airship pod. The technician said that the wind was unfavorable at this time, and there was a great danger of taking off, and that he had to wait a little longer.

The remaining girl, fourteen or fifteen years old, with a thick black braid on the back of her head, her body was as thin as a kitten, her face was pale, and she only had a pair of dark eyes, as if she was looking at Qin Beiyang from the mausoleum.

In an instant, it gave people the illusion that she was also dug up from the imperial mausoleum of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Qin Beiyang untied her, and when he looked at her face carefully, he was a little familiar......

There was a kind of resentment in her eyes that was difficult to approach, and a sad and weird children's song was automatically played in Qin Beiyang's mind - "Green dragon head, white dragon tail, children beg for joy on a rainy day." The wheat is browned, and the dragon king is started. Big down and small down, the first one to eighteen. Mahasattva......"

Memories are boiling, in the underground secret room of Qing Xiling eight years ago, the virgin that Qin Beiyang rescued from the hands of the old eunuch.

"Ahh

Qin Beiyang called out her name.

"Brother!" Ah You raised his hand that was almost broken by the rope and touched his nose and lips, "Are you Brother Beiyang?" ”