Qin Beiyang used the glass fireball to get close to see the bright and dazzling picture, which was a treasure that the warlords who robbed the tomb could not take away. He saw the maids and attendants in the frescoes. There is also the emperor's car, although the emperor's true face in the imperial car is not drawn, but it is estimated that eighty percent is a woman - Wu Zetian. And at the beginning of this mighty guard of honor, there was a young man riding a white horse, only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a golden crown with a bundle of hair, a golden coat, a sword around his waist, and a Hetian jade hanging on his chest—it was the blood-warming jade pendant on Qin Beiyang's chest.

The most important thing is that this young man on horseback is obviously a relative of the emperor, and his face resembles Qin Beiyang.

In other words, it is a version of the young Qin Beiyang with fine skin and tender meat.

"This is the true face of the owner of the tomb?"

Qin Beiyang lowered his head and asked the nine colors, and the tomb beast in the town bowed slightly, kneeling in front of the mural.

The whole painting is imposing, the details are vivid, different from the murals of the tomb outside, more like the handwriting of a master. There seemed to be a word in the corner, Qin Beiyang leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, he found the payment of the book. Usually, tomb murals are not paid, because most of the painters are unknown, even if they have special skills. After recognizing it for a long time, he saw the three words "Wu Daozi"!

Sure enough, it is the work of Wu Daozi, the "painting saint"!

He remembered that three years earlier, in the Shijingshan Cave of Yunju Temple in Fangshan, Beijing, the Assassin Father showed the "Four Treasures of Yunju" to the seven great talents of the capital. Among them, the second treasure is the original portrait of Li Longqi, the king of Zhongnan County, hand-painted by Wu Daozi, isn't it the same face in the mural? There is also the same mutton fat white jade, but it has not yet been stained with blood-colored skin.

Leaving the fresco, they headed deeper into the dungeon. Ah You saw a pair of Go made of jade and a pair of wooden chess. Qin Beiyang found that there was an endgame in the chess, and it was obvious that the warlords did not care about this, so that each chess piece remained in its original position.

"Nine colors, did you create this endgame?" Qin Beiyang remembered the ruins of the Old Summer Palace in Beijing, and often played chess with the small town tomb beasts, "So who played with you?" ”

Speaking of this, the nine-colored glass-colored eyeballs were sad again, and he had already conveyed the answer with his eyes - the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

The owner of the tomb was lying in the coffin, how could he play chess with the tomb beast?

Sounds like a haunted or dead story from the old days of the countryside!

Maybe it was the little prince's soul possession, which allowed the nine colors to fight with each other with their left hand and right hand?

Qin Beiyang didn't dare to think about it more, he found that there were many ancient books and scrolls scattered on the ground, and some of them were even trampled on, which was simply a terrible thing! The tomb robbers only knew about gold and silver treasures, but they didn't know that words were priceless.

Finally, he saw the complete text again, which was engraved on a square stone tablet with a few large characters engraved at the beginning-

The epitaph of the king of the late Nanjun of the Great Zhou Dynasty

And then there's the text-

"Wang Zhenlong, Qizi, Young Ming, Longxi, Chengji, also the former Longguangzhu, Shi Hongdao, the general of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the general of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the name of the Western Han Dynasty, Wu Zhao's economic hegemony, the dying house, the melon, the cool Shenyao, the establishment of the emperor, the foundation of the emperor, the prosperity of the Jin, the spirit of the Jin, the spirit of the earth, the Zhong Mystery Heavenly Clan, the Fan Chang, the collection of melons, the king of the golden ke, the cousin of the jade, the king of the Tang Dynasty, the grandson of the emperor, the sixth son of the king of the great Zhou Dynasty, also ......"

Yes, this is the epitaph of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, the grandson of Tang Gaozong Li Zhi and Empress Wu Zetian, the sixth son of Ruizong Li Dan, the king of Zhongnan County, Li Longqi.

Qin Beiyang closed his eyes and stroked the mottled stone, as well as the Yin inscriptions crisscrossing it.

This is the place where I was born, and it is almost the place where my mother died—twenty-one years ago, in the year of Gengzi, the first year of the twentieth century, and in the 1900th year after the birth of Jesus.

Bailuyuan, solar terms and light snow, Qin Beiyang was born in the coffin of Li Longqi, the little prince of the Tang Dynasty and the king of Zhongnan County.

When I opened my eyes again, the huge coffin that once served as my birth bed, along with the owner of the young tomb in the coffin, was long gone. In the deepest part of the underground palace, only a large blank space remains, and there are stone steps that originally held the coffin.

Qin Beiyang sat down a little weakly, and Jiu Se still supported him behind him.

"The last time I came here, I found that the bottom of the tomb had become a labyrinth, and any tomb robbers who came in would definitely not have a way to live." The smart and clever Ah You was also puzzled, "But why, Xiao Mu, who kills a thousand knives, can easily break into the underground palace and open the coffin of the little prince?" ”

She forgot that Xiao Mu had lost a finger because of this.

"Sister Ayou, do you know the specific time when the warlord and Xiaomu dug up this big tomb four years ago?"

"I heard that it was the same day as Zhang Xun's restoration."

"The sixth year of the Republic of China, July 1, 1917!"

Qin Beiyang did not have a calendar at hand, so he could only start to calculate backwards according to the current Gregorian calendar corresponding to the lunar calendar. When I was a child in Tianjin, I had this stunt, and I could quickly calculate various numbers in my brain and draw invisible tables.

After a while, he had calculated the results: the thirteenth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, the year of Ding Si, the month of Bingwu, and the day of Jiachen. The twenty-eight nakshatras are "Northern Void Sun Rats - Fierce." "There are clouds in the people" virtual stars create the main disaster, men and women sleep alone, civil strife is rude, children and granddaughters-in-law accompany people to bed, open the door to release water and suffer disasters, tigers bite snakes and die of injuries, 3355 consecutive years of illness, family ruin. ”

It's a big bad luck!

Could it be that on this day, the door of the underground palace is open? The disaster is not alone, just when the rout of the Beiyang warlords came to Bailuyuan, Xiaomu, who was wrapped in the army, was forced to participate in the grave digging operation. The warlord used a Makqin machine gun to knock down the poor tomb beast Jiu Se and steal the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty.

"Doom in the Dark?" Qin Beiyang sighed, "Just like the prophecy of Li Chunfeng's "Pushing Back Map"? This Tang Dynasty tomb, like the fate of today's China, is inevitable! ”

As he spoke, he walked to the stone steps where the coffin had been located, and suddenly the jade pendant on his chest burned violently, almost burning his skin.

Qin Beiyang had a familiar feeling, not only the Hetian warm blood jade on his chest, but also a rolling warm current rising from under his feet - just like twelve years ago, when he entered the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu for the first time, he accidentally fell into the unfinished golden well. That super energy, no mortal can suppress it, and it almost makes the nose bleed wildly. Father also said that those who fall into the golden well are either true dragon emperors or rebellious ministers and thieves!

Now, the latter is more likely!

Kanei!

Under the coffins of all mausoleums, there will be a gold well. This is also the beginning of the construction of the mausoleum, the feng shui master through the Kanyu point point, to determine the basic direction of the coordinate point.

As soon as Qin Beiyang turned around, there was no need for glass fireball lighting, the core of the Tang Dynasty tomb in Bailuyuan, the golden well hidden in the coffin pedestal, emitted a brilliant beam of light from the bottom up, almost blinding the eyeballs.

He subconsciously blocked his eyes and approached step by step, as if the heat was about to tear his clothes. No, his upper body was originally shirtless, and this was the rhythm to tear the skin apart.

Ah You and Jiu Se also quietly followed. Three heads came up to the blazing Kanei. It's like a man dying of thirst in the desert who finally finds a well of sweet water.

Qin Beiyang heard a certain voice coming from the golden well, just like the hell cry he heard under the ultra-deep drilling well on the Kola Peninsula when he was roaming in the underground world!

Is hell under the mausoleum? This logic can be given a hundred points!

Nietzsche said – when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you.

When Qin Beiyang was staring at Jinjing, Jinjing was also staring at Qin Beiyang.

Under the golden well, amid the screams and cries of hell, Qin Beiyang heard someone calling his name.

Qin Beiyang ...... Qin Beiyang ...... Qin Beiyang ......

In the vast number of days, he was born on top of the coffin that covered this golden well; In the vast number of days, he returned to the golden well where he was born at the age of twenty-one.