It was the last day of 1931.

Heavy snow fell in Jinzhou, and a thick layer of ice was frozen on the Bohai Sea, and the soldiers and civilians inside and outside the city suffered unspeakably. The Kwantung Army has assembled a large army, and a bloody battle is imminent.

Qin Beiyang and Jiuse live in an ancient tomb outside Jinzhou City, and only in this environment can he contain the cancer cells in his lungs. In the wee hours of the morning, when he woke up from the broken coffin with a pile of dry bones of the ancients, he found that the nine colors were gone. Qin Beiyang rushed out of the ancient tomb to find his town tomb beast, and the sky was still as black as the bottom of the pot. The morning light on the eastern horizon was pressed out for a long time. The wilderness is white. He was anxious to shoot a lantern to illuminate a string of nine-colored footprints, like a red deer or a male wolf.

Over a steep hill and into a snow-capped valley. At the end of the trail, the dark ground lit up with a glass-colored light. There are traces of excavation everywhere, and black soil has been piled up in the snow, exposing the remains of underground burial chamber doors and coffins. It turned out to be an ancient tomb group, and Qin Beiyang aimed the horse lantern at the stone tablet at the entrance of the tomb. The inscriptions are vast and vigorous, and most of them are from the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. Sneaking into the tomb, a monster crouches in front of the coffin, and the snow-white antlers pierce the coffin board, pick out the bones of the tomb owner, and devour the coffin and burial goods.

"Nine colors!"

Qin Beiyang scolded, and the monster turned his head, wearing bronze scale armor on his body, his red mane grew around again, and his eyes glared at his master and roared. It became larger and had a bloated belly, just like a middle-aged man with a big belly. It no longer looked like a young beast, covered in the mold and rancid stench of the ancient tomb, and the corners of its mouth were dripping with the remains of gnawed bronze.

There are no tomb beasts in this ancient tomb group of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and there are no spirit stones. Nine Colors has gone berserk, and it treats the coffin in the ancient tomb, the bones of the tomb owner, and the burial goods as a delicacy. Just as it kills tomb beasts, devours spirit stones, attacks chemical plants or power plants, and devours heavy metal chemicals, it expands its desires to ancient tombs beneath the Chinese soil.

Instead of bowing down at the feet of his master, he gave a threatening look and roar, like an opium addict. The extremes of things must be opposed, and the spirit stone is an extremely powerful driving force, and if this power cannot be controlled, it can also destroy the tomb beast.

Qin Beiyang's heart trembled and he withdrew from the ancient tomb, jumped forward, submerged in the thick snow, and a glass fireball flew above his head - the nine colors actually turned against the master.

It's rare that the nine colors don't recognize themselves? Qin Beiyang regained his foothold in the snow and pulled out a three-foot Tang knife. The young Kirin Town Tomb Beast crawls out of its grave.

It's not nine colors anymore?

Qin Beiyang seemed to be a statue of King Kong standing on the vast earth, standing tall and scolding: "Nine colors! You watched me be born, and you were destined to watch me die, so come and kill me! ”

Nine Colors looked at him.

It stopped moving, its broad shoulders and limbs quieted down, like the hungry tiger in the story of the Buddha himself, and suddenly met the prince who sacrificed his life to feed the tiger.

The glass-colored eyes were trembling, gradually turning from cloudy to clear. It remembered the Bailuyuan Underground Palace 31 years ago, the private museum of Damo Mountain on the Hongkou Sea in Shanghai 14 years ago, the tombstones and funerals in the Poison Forest in Paris, the crater falling in the depths of the Arctic ice island, climbing the never-ending World Tree together, crossing the center of the earth, walking through Siberia and the Silk Road......

It's dawn.

Under the rising sun, the young Qilin Town Tomb Beast put away its snow-white antlers, and its coat regrew between the cracks of the bronze scale armor, returning to the appearance of a mastiff, but its size was much larger than yesterday. The demons were dispelled, and Nine Colors was at a loss, like a man after a drinking hangover and a broken piece.

Jiuse put his head in Qin Beiyang's arms, and the huge force hit the others on their backs. It makes a humbling sound, like a strong man making a child's coquettish sound. Qin Beiyang looked at the sunrise in the east, his eyes were pierced by the sun, and he almost felt snow blind.

Qin Beiyang's Nine Colors are back.

On the first day of 1932, Xiao Liuzi ordered the 30,000 troops stationed in Jinzhou to retreat to Guannei. More than 300 years ago, there was Yuan Chonghuan who stubbornly guarded Ningyuan and Jinzhou, and now there is no Yuan Chonghuan anymore.

Before the army retreated westward, in the snowstorm, Qin Beiyang pulled up the Russian crossbow and shot a steel arrow towards the snowy field in the northeast, as if in the white void, there was a right face crawling over the scar, and a black sun......

The above is Qin Beiyang's memories more than ten days ago.

Under the lights of Shanghai World, you can see the Sincere Company and Yongan Company on Nanjing Road, as well as the crowd that has just ended the Daguang Cinema, and it is difficult to imagine the icy and snowy world 2,000 miles away.

"I'm back for the Nine Colors." Qin Beiyang's cheeks were thin, he had been sleeping in the open for the past three years, thinking about revenge, and he had suffered a lot in the three eastern provinces, "I can't let the nine colors deteriorate anymore, it will not recognize itself and become a big monster, with the power to devour the world." ”

Qi Yuanshan guessed his intentions: "Are you going to find the Ink Scholar Tiangong Factory in Pudong?" ”

"The bell still needs to be tied to the bell, and the nine colors once came back to life in Paris. The people who operated on it were Qian Ke, Li Longsheng and Giuseppe Caproni. I'm sure they'll be able to save the Nine Colors a second time. ”

"I wish you success!"

Qi Yuanshan was still reluctant to Qin Beiyang, and the two went to a tavern and ordered a few side dishes and two dishes of rice wine.

"It's been a long time since our brothers talked about the old days!" Qi Yuanshan craned his neck and drank a plate, "Do you remember the first time we met?" ”

"On Taihang Mountain, Yuan Shikai's Hongxian Emperor Mausoleum was built, and my father and I saved you from the wolves."

"If life is only as it first seems! We were both only sixteen years old. Think about the youthful face, and then look at the two of us today, we have reached the age of establishment, and our fame has risen and fallen for half a life......"

"Yuanshan, you are a person who can achieve great things. It's like I can only be a small craftsman, with the false name of the great leader of the Assassin Alliance, but I still have to hide in Tibet, live in the grave every day, it is difficult to come out to breathe, and I feel that the time of death is near. ”

"What can I do on my own? We are good brothers and should work together. ”

Even though Qin Beiyang was a lump of elm, he could hear Qi Yuanshan's voice: "What do you want to tell me?" ”

"Let me tell you, Beiyang, the 918 incident is just the beginning. Japan is strong, China is weak, and we do not have the strength to drive the Japanese out of the country. However, after all, China has a vast territory and a large population, and Japan does not have the strength to quickly destroy China, so this war will not be fought for more than ten years. As the saying goes, heroes emerge in troubled times, just like "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". ”

"Those who are heroes have great ambitions, have good plans, have the opportunity to contain the universe, and have the ambition to swallow heaven and earth."

Half a catty of Shaoxing flowers carved down the stomach, Qin Beiyang recited the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" "Green Plum Cooking Wine on Heroes".

"Today's heroes, only the king and the ear!" Qi Yuanshan also recited this paragraph backwards, "Beiyang, who is Cao Cao between you and me?" Is it Liu Bei again? ”

"Don't be stupid, we're not kids anymore!" Qin Beiyang smiled helplessly, "Yuanshan, it's a pity that you don't be a politician." ”

"I'm not kidding you! Together, we make the world happen. ”

"No, I don't care about fame and fortune in the mortal world, and I don't care about the throne of the assassin leader on Taibai Mountain." Qin Beiyang remembered that he refused the position of the Great Venerable of the Craftsman Alliance in Tokyo, but caused himself to be killed, "I would rather be a small craftsman and protect the mausoleum and national treasures." ”

"For example, the little prince of the Tang Dynasty? Beiyang, only if our brothers join forces can we recapture the coffin of the little prince from Ah Hai. ”

"Yuanshan, I just want to rely on myself for revenge. If I borrow your strength, if I guess correctly, I will borrow the power of the army and the national government. Do you remember? At the beginning, Wang Shizhen, the 'Dragon of the North Ocean', wanted to incorporate the two of us, but I risked my life to refuse, and we parted ways in Nanyuan, Beijing. I have no interest in the military and politics, that is your way, not my way. ”

"Hey, Beiyang, after so many years, you still haven't changed."

Qin Beiyang drank and smiled bitterly: "Everyone has their own ambitions and splendor, isn't it also good." ”