Three-year ......

The three years of the lunar calendar are 1080 days; In the three years of the Gregorian calendar, it is 1095 days.

The 16th year of the Republic of China, 1927, December. This year, in China, a land of many disasters and difficulties, many earth-shaking events have occurred, which will not be repeated in this book.

The snow-capped Taibai Mountain has sunk into the night, surrounded by a vast sea of clouds, like an isolated island submerged in the deep sea. It's a pity that Qin Beiyang can't see it. In the past three years, he has been locked up in the forgeries of Qin Shi Huang's underground palace, never stepping out of the tomb door, never breathing the air on Taibai Mountain, and never seeing the sunrise and moonset on the sea of clouds in the Qinling Mountains. Only in this way can his body, which is full of cancer cells, survive in the tomb for a long time. It seems to go back to eighteen years ago, when he left the German Concession in Tianjin at the age of nine and was confined in the underground palace of Emperor Guangxu in the Xiling Tomb of the Qing Dynasty. It's just that his father, Lao Qin, has long been turned into a handful of dry bones and buried in Versailles, Paris, thousands of miles away. In addition to a bean wick, he was accompanied by dozens of books; Today, it's the light of mermaid paste, hundreds of huge bookshelves with tens of thousands of ancient books, mixed with the smell of hand-copied or printed ink, and the rotting smell of paper gnawed by moths......

The Heavenly Library, which has a set of "Yongle Canon". This is the treasure that the world's scholars dream of, even if Gengzi's compensation of 450 million taels of silver, I am afraid it will not be worth this set of books. During the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, ordered the first assistant of the cabinet to be the editor-in-chief of Xie Jin, bringing together seven or eight thousand kinds of ancient books, the largest encyclopedia in the history of mankind. It is enough to prove that Chinese civilization may not be the oldest, but the civilization written in Chinese characters is the richest, stretching for 3,000 years, and there is no other branch.

There is only one set of the original of "Yongle Canon", and the legend is buried in the Ming Tombs, which is the long tomb of the Yongle Emperor? Or Emperor Jiajing, who once rebuilt the copy? Or is it the Wanli Emperor who has not been in the early dynasty for decades? There is no way to verify, unless the tombs of these emperors are dug up. But in this paradise of the "Kingdom of Heaven", how can there be this long-dead "Yongle Canon"? It is said that in the year Qin Beiyang was born, the Eight-Nation Coalition entered Beijing, and the Hanlin Academy, where the only copy was stored, was next to Dongjiaomin Lane. Taibai Mountain sent people to secretly infiltrate Beijing and snatch out a copy of the "Yongle Canon", but the world thought that this classic had been destroyed in the war in the year of Gengzi.

Now, a complete set of "Yongle Canon", seven or eight thousand kinds of tens of thousands of copies, has been moved to the heavenly and earthly palaces to accompany Qin Beiyang for three long years. But to read them all, you can't do it in your lifetime. Qin Beiyang can only be like a sponge, picking the most interesting part from a total of 370 million words.

Qin Beiyang gave Lao Jin a second order - to protect China's cultural relics.

Lao Jin replied, this heavenly and earthly palace, the coffins of more than a hundred emperors and generals, and the tomb beasts, aren't they already guarding?

Qin Beiyang said that it is far from enough, the national treasure of China is not limited to coffins and tomb beasts? It's not just gold and silver. The 'Yellow Ear Post' he brought out from Lu Ji's tomb is just a piece of black and white paper, which is worthless in the eyes of tomb robbers, but it is a priceless treasure in the eyes of readers.

He wanted to build a Chinese Louvre on Taibai Mountain. The top of the Qinling Mountains, the heavenly and mist-shrouded palaces, and the tomb and beast prison are probably the safest museums in the world. In the past three years, he has continued to renovate the underground palace originally built to simulate the conquest of the town tomb beast, still retains the giant coffin of Qin Shi Huang's yellow intestine inscription, and turns many caves into cultural relics warehouses with constant temperature and humidity, storing Lu Ji's "Yellow Ear Post", "Four Treasures of Cloud Dwelling", and the peerless national treasures rescued by Lao Jin from all over the country.

Every cultural relic, after thousands of years, has its soul, which is not the soul of the cultural relic itself, or the soul of the craftsman who built the cultural relic, or the soul of the former owner of the cultural relic, or the Buddha nature contained in a Buddha statue.

Qin Beiyang picked up the skills of restoring cultural relics taught by his father. Every time a cultural relic is repaired, it is a spiritual practice. Human life is small and fleeting, and no matter how great an emperor is, in the end it is just a pile of bones. Worse still, they will fall into the hands of enemies or tomb robbers and be humiliated. Only cultural relics are immortal for thousands of years, and even if they are decayed, the spirit and soul of their existence are also immortal. Mankind pursues immortal faith. Cultural relics are immortal, faith is immortal, and human beings are immortal. Even if the earth is destroyed and the universe collapses, this is a drop in the ocean, and the birth, old age, sickness and death, resentment, love and parting, and unbelievable of every ordinary person who has never left a name in history are eternal. The son said on the river, the deceased is like a husband. This is the knowledge that Qin Beiyang wants to complete with his life.

As for the nine colors of the tomb beasts in the town, most of the time they stayed in front of Qin Shi Huang's yellow intestine inscription, guarding the coffin and incorruptible body of Li Longqi, the little prince of the Tang Dynasty 1,300 years ago.

But Jiuse is not at ease, it is no longer the Tang Dynasty tomb beast enclosed in the Bailuyuan Tomb, it has seen the twentieth century when the sky is falling apart, it has been irradiated with X-rays, it has even been repaired by mechanical engineers in a scientific way, and it has also devoured a large number of highly toxic heavy metal chemicals. Its power continues to accumulate and grow, like a vigorous active volcano, forcibly pressed under the earth's crust. The eyes, which were as clear as glass, became more and more cloudy and dull, and sometimes they even glowed red. Every time Qin Beiyang saw its eyes and touched the burning power in its chest, he would feel uneasy, as if a time bomb was sleeping beside him. Sometimes, Jiuse would also go to the various caves around the forgeries in the underground palace of Qin Shi Huang to observe the imprisoned tomb beasts. It salivates over the guardians of these emperors and generals, and makes people shudder......

The three-year covenant has expired.

Ah Yu is here. She wore the dress of a Han woman, wrapped in a winter fur jacket, and came to the underground palace gracefully. No longer the little girl or the new daughter-in-law of the past, she has grown into a beautiful young woman of twenty-four. Jiuse squatted in front of the yellow intestine to greet the hostess of Taibai Mountain. Qin Beiyang meditated cross-legged in the center of the underground palace with his eyes closed. For three years, he barely trimmed his hair or beard. The long hair that hangs down to the back is like a man in ancient times, mixed with a few stems of white hair, which is in line with the image of the "long hair" of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. His beard and beard hung down to his chest, like Marx and Engels, the most fashionable of the 20th century. He even grew a thin layer of chest hair, all of which were inherited from his father, Qin Customs.

"Jun Ke misses the slave family?"

Ah Yu used his cold fingernails to draw circles after circles on his chest.

"Sister, how have you changed?"

"I haven't changed! Brother, I haven't changed since the first day you knew me when I was six years old! ”