Paris! Paris!

In the underground secret room of Versailles, Qin Beiyang sank into a deeper hell for many long nights......

"I'll get you out!"

Facing Baron Wolfe, his father's friend, Qin Beiyang gave him a promise. On the other side of the vent, "Thank you" came from German, French, Russian, and Latin.

The chamber was silent. Talking at the top of his voice all the time, no one can continue. It is estimated that Wolf is also exhausted.

Qin Beiyang knelt on the ground and coughed, trying to cough out the dirty water in his lungs, but coughed up clouds of black smoke, as if there was something parasitic in his body?

Another voice came from overhead: "Beiyang, I'm a doctor." ”

Dr. Karl Holstein is calling him. Qin Beiyang turned over and got up, and with the help of the glass fireball spewed out by the nine colors, he found that there was a small horn above his head, and maybe a radio device.

The hungry Qin Beiyang shouted wildly: "Doctor, I'm extremely hungry!" Please give me a steak! ”

In fact, he had only eaten one steak in his life, and he went to a Western restaurant on Nanjing Road with Qi Yuanshan in Shanghai.

The iron door overhead opened, and a ladder was lowered. The light pierced his eyes. Qin Beiyang took care of the nine colors not to act rashly, one person and one beast, and came out of the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Beiyang, I didn't mean to do this to you."

Dr. Holstein greeted him apologetically and led him into the factory cafeteria, where the special chef made the finest steaks.

Qin Beiyang was really hungry, and quickly finished eating the steak with a knife and fork. Nine colors squatted calmly, not greedy for the aroma of food.

On May 4, 1919, near midnight, the Doctor opened a small door and the shadow of a man appeared.

was already mentally prepared, but when Qin Beiyang saw his father, full of white hair and drooping old age, he couldn't help but burst into tears on the spot.

Two years ago, father and son were separated from each other in Beijing Prison, one stayed in the chaotic north, and the other fled south to Shanghai. More than a year ago, they met again on the battlefield of Wusongkou, and they were on the opposite side, and the father and son met from afar, and were scattered by the torrent of war. A few days later, the son went north to the Nanyuan Arsenal, but the father was taken captive to Siberia. Since then, there has been no news, and sometimes, Qin Beiyang will also think, will his father be dead? His weak body, in the midst of troubled times, human life is as small as mustard......

It's good to be alive!

Qin Customs hugged his son tightly. A man of sixty years old cried bitterly. I haven't seen him for two years, my son has grown taller again, his body has become thicker, and even his eyebrows and eyes have matured a little, and he no longer looks like a half-grown child. He himself didn't realize that in the eyes of his son, who had been reunited for a long time, his father was even older. A thousand words, I don't know where to start? Lao Qin touched the three-foot Tang knife behind Qin Beiyang's back, which was a gift he left for his son on the battlefield.

Suddenly, Lao Qin turned around and knelt down in front of Holstein, kowtowing: "Doctor!" Thank you for helping me find my son. Great kindness, there is no way to repay it! Any request you make, Lao Qin, I will do my best to fulfill it. ”

Ten years ago, Qin Customs kowtowed to the regent Zaifeng, the famous detective Ye Kenan, and the mausoleum superintendent of the Internal Affairs Office......

Although the old father loves his son with affection, as Gu Hongming said - this generation, the braid behind the back is cut, but the braid in the heart is still there.

"Okay, Lao Qin, Xiao Qin, I hope that you father and son will assist me in transforming the tomb beast together. These weapons are now used by France, and they will be used by China in the future! Whether it's the ten-horned seven heads we have transformed together, or the four-winged angel that has gone out of control this morning, they have all left the dungeon and turned into a pile of scrap copper and iron, and we just did a good thing to turn waste into treasure. ”

Carl Holstein explained in German mixed with Chinese, and Lao Qin completely lost his opinion and obeyed the doctor's orders.

Seeing his father's attitude, Qin Beiyang could only agree: "But I have one condition, please release a person who was imprisoned underground by you." ”

"By the way, Baron Wolf of Russia, he is only loyal to Admiral Kolchak, please don't embarrass him."

Qin Customs agreed, and the doctor frowned and agreed: "Okay, but before the signing of the Treaty of Versailles, Wolf could only operate within the base so as not to interfere with the holding of the Paris Peace Conference, which was the care of the French Army Chief." ”

That night, father and son stayed at the base of Versailles. Jiuse squatted at the foot of the bed, Qin Beiyang slept with his father, touching his gray hair and beard from time to time. It seems to go back to ten years ago, the little boy who was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred came to the underground palace of the Guangxu Emperor's Mausoleum from Tianjin, and the father and son, who had been separated for nine years, reunited and recognized each other, and slept in the construction site.

Sleepless nights, each recounting what has happened to them in the past two years. Qin Beiyang skipped the section on Ouyang Anna, and Qin Customs also skipped the section on marrying a little widow of Belarus in Siberia.

"Beiyang, you must find it strange, why did I serve the Beiyang government and Belarus, help them transform the tomb beast to fight, and also built a mausoleum and tomb beast for the last tsar."

"yes, Daddy, didn't you say that? The secret of the tomb beast must not be revealed, and the soul of the tomb owner must stay in the underground palace to guard the tomb owner! ”

"It's a different time now! The big dream of the East can't help but wake up! In the past 2,000 years, no matter which family or surname, there is always an emperor sitting in the Dragon Court. What now? The dragon flag was replaced by the five-color flag, and the Qing Empire was replaced by the Republic of China. The emperor is gone, what tomb beast is there? ”

"If the skin does not exist, the hair will be attached?" For the first time, Qin Beiyang felt that his father had changed, and the changes in the world in recent years had exceeded the past two thousand years, "Not to mention us China, the German Emperor, the Austro-Hungarian Emperor, the Russian Tsar, and the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, the four crowns fell to the ground and were shattered. According to the Beijing dialect, it is just a scatter, get out of the way, and leave. ”

Qin Customs said godly: "I also want to say it, Xuantong Emperor Puyi is lucky to live in the Forbidden City, look at the Russian Tsar ......"

"In this era of planes, tanks, and submarines, there is no room for the Tomb Beast to exist, and our Qin family's thousand-year mission should come to an end?"

"But some people want to make the Gravemon a weapon as powerful as planes, tanks, and submarines!" The father's calloused craftsman's big hand touched the pimples on his son's cheeks, "Beiyang, my biggest thought in the past is that you can inherit your father's business and become the next generation of royal craftsmen, and pass on the skills of the tomb beast from generation to generation." Now, I've figured it out! You don't need to guard these scrap copper and rotten iron anymore, the tomb beast has burned the lives of generations of our old Qin family, and now you have to take me to see the old ancestor. Son, I don't want you to follow the same old path, like my grandfather and my grandfather's grandfather, who died before the age of forty or even thirty. ”

"Daddy, are you trying to persuade me to leave the Tomb Beast and just be an ordinary craftsman?"

"Yes, I'd rather have two thousand years of skill lost than see my only son have a short life!"

It seems that Qin Customs is determined to give up everything to keep his son. He hugged Qin Beiyang's head and coughed violently like asthma. Qin Beiyang's heart was like a knife, not only because of his father's love for him, but also because his lungs were also burning, and he couldn't help but moan...... Father's worries were right, the tomb beast made him have little time, and he wouldn't live to Lao Qin's current age.

"Dad, I promise you."

"Beiyang, let's say okay: I will stay alone and continue to help the French transform the tomb beast - the ten horns and seven heads of An Lushan, the four-winged angel of the Tang Dynasty Jingjiao. And you, just deal with it on the surface, and find an opportunity to escape from this hellish place as soon as possible, from Paris and France. ”

"But I can't give up the nine colors!"

"Send it home! Since it came out of the tomb of the Tang Dynasty in Bailuyuan, it should go back there. ”

"But the coffin of the owner of the nine-colored tomb, Li Longqi, the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, is no longer there! The Tomb Beast that has lost its owner is like a lonely ghost who cannot be reincarnated! ”

"You don't have a choice, or do you die with it?"

Having said this, Jiu Se got up and pressed his nose against Qin Beiyang, emitting two glass-colored lights in the dark. The underground of Versailles was filled with the sound of the young Qilin Town Tomb Beast, which directly penetrated the skull and penetrated deep into Qin Beiyang's brain.

He understood the meaning of the nine colors - it didn't want its master to accompany him to die, it was willing to return to the underground palace of the Tang Dynasty tomb in Bailuyuan, and was willing to continue to be a lonely ghost.

"Nine colors, nine colors! A gentleman promises a thousand gold! I want to live and die with you, and I will never leave you alone! I will take you out of this cage and find a way to cross the Eurasian continent, return to China from the Western Regions and other places, and enter Xinjiang and Gansu to Bailuyuan in Shaanxi. I will help you find the coffin of the little prince of the Tang Dynasty, help you return to Zhao, and stay with your true master forever. ”

Qin Beiyang put his ear against the nine-colored heart, felt the vigorous heat, and let his brain cells burn......

But the father put his arms around his head and said, "Son, I don't have long to live!" It's a miracle to be sixty years old! I have an account in a foreign bank, and the admiral's salary is deposited for me. I just want to save as much money as possible before I die, buy a house for your daughter-in-law and have a baby. ”

"Marry a daughter-in-law? Buying a house? Having a baby? ”

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, Qin Beiyang couldn't cry or laugh, but he didn't expect that a hundred years later, the greatest expectations of Chinese parents for their children are still these three major events.