"Cold silkworm beads are the ancestors of all colds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info its cold air condenses but does not disperse, gathers and has a degree, and will be released within a certain range. Unlike ordinary cold jade and cold beads, they will spread their own cold qi around. Shen Er Fat looked at the side of the ramp, and said as bright as Zhu Yan and as dark as the rock formation.

"As we walked along the jewels scattered all over the floor to the main burial chamber, we didn't feel how cold the weeping tomb was. Like most large tombs, when you are in them, you will be enveloped by an eerie appearance. Hua Chan observed the slope as she walked.

"The appearance of those two Qiwen squires at that time was really miserable." Shen Er's fat man said, "Their backs were towards the big coffin, their bodies were cross-shaped, and they were firmly sucked by the big coffin, and countless thin vines penetrated their backs and went straight to the inside of their bodies, absorbing them in the crying and howling of human oil transformed from their bodies." ”

"We were standing inside the door of the main burial chamber and we didn't feel cold. I can see that the large sarcophagus has been opened, presumably it must have been done by two Qiwen attendants. Feng Jiutian's eyes were like electricity, and while walking, he observed the green vine-like plants on the edge of the abyss from time to time.

"The big sarcophagus was pried open a little half, and a cold mist swirled out of it, condensed at the mouth of the coffin, but did not disperse, emitting a trace of cold air, which could be clearly seen like ice silk." Hua Can said, "This kind of cold light is not as good as the cold of the Absolute Yin Realm. The strange thing is that the inside of the big coffin is like ice, but the outside of the big coffin is no different from the ordinary, and even the two Qiwen squires who only have skin and bones left, there is no chill on their bodies. You know, they're clinging to the coffin. ”

"This is also a mystery that we have not solved." Shen Er's fat man said.

"The strange thing is that there is no ice on the outside of the coffin, but the leaves of those spiritual orchids attached to the periphery of the coffin are full of ice particles." Hua Chan said, "You say, isn't it weird? ”

"We've been dealing with weird things all the time, and we're not weird anymore!" Feng Jiutian's eyes were like electricity, and he looked at those green rattans as he walked, as if he had found something.

"It's really strange, why haven't I seen the arrow I put on the ghost slope until now?" Feng Jiutian said.

"Isn't it that yet?" Hua Chan looked at the slope.

"We've been walking for so long, and in terms of time, we should have already arrived where I placed my arrows." Feng Jiutian frowned.

"Are we going to be in a circle?" Shen Er's fat man looked around.

Feng Jiutian took out an arrow, put it on the ramp, and said, "That time, if we hadn't delayed on the road, we might have saved those two Qiwen waiters." ”

"These two people, if they don't save them, they won't have to be sent to prison to waste food." Shen Er Fat Man said, and also placed an arrow on the ghost slope. At this time, it has been a tea time since the nine days of Lifeng placed the arrows.

"Even if you save them and then punish and kill them, there is a law." Feng Jiutian said.

"If you can save those two Qiwen squires, they will be grateful to you even after they become ghosts." Shen Er's fat man said, "They would rather be executed by Ling Chi than survive on that coffin." That cry is so miserable! ”

"You say, could the man lying in that coffin really be the king?" Hua Can said, and also threw an arrow on the ghost slope.

"The gold and silver jewels in that weeping tomb are exquisite, but they are only jewels, and they are often found in other tombs. Judging from these jewels alone, the identity of the tomb owner is also ordinary. Feng Jiutian's gaze still did not leave the edge of the abyss, "And the origin of the Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, and the Qinglong and the White Tiger standing behind the coffin at the door of the tomb is not trivial, and it is definitely not something that ordinary doctors, generals, ministers, and princes can have." ”

"Judging from the fact that you can have the four sacred birds and beasts of the Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Qinglong, and White Tiger, the person in the tomb should be the king of a country." Hua Can said.

"It is recorded in history that when the city was about to be destroyed, the king put on the most gorgeous royal robes and burned himself to death. However, it is also said in the wild history that at that time, it was only his royal robe that was burned, and in the royal robe, the feathers of the Suzaku that were hidden to prevent him from being burned to death, and his real body was protected by the green dragon and the white tiger and left. Feng Jiutian said.

"This is wild history, and there is no basis for it." Shen Er's fat man said, "If the crying tomb is really King Su himself, how can he not bring his favorite Daji?" ”

"There are many records in the official history, but they may not be detailed and true!" Hua Can's face also began to become solemn.

"The king of Xuan has woken up when the country was broken, and he knew that he was seduced by Daji, and planted the evil seeds of the country, and he did not bring Daji with him when he set himself on fire, which is the best proof!" Feng Jiutian said.

"It seems to make a little sense for you to say this." Shen Er's fat man laughed as he spoke.

He is naturally optimistic, and no big thing can stop his big face that loves to smile.

"At that time, the Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Qinglong and White Tiger had been offered in the Shang Dynasty Hall for more than a hundred years. These four divine birds and beasts also mysteriously disappeared in the mortal world after the self-immolation of the King of Xu, but reappeared in the weeping tomb many years later, is there nothing strange in this? Feng Jiutian said.

"If the owner of the tomb in the weeping tomb is really the king of Zhou, then who is buried in the tomb of the king of Qi River?" Hua Can said.

"Who is in the tomb of Qihe may be a mystery that can never be solved." Shen Er Fat Man said, "Perhaps, the king is worried that he is too brutal and kills too many people on weekdays, and if he does not set up a tomb after his death, it will definitely cause the enemy to track him down, so after he escaped in the Vermilion Bird Feather Coat, he still left a fake tomb to bewitch those enemies who came to take revenge, and his real body has long been secluded in the mountains and forests under the protection of the green dragon and white tiger, and finally died of old age in the wilderness." ”

"If that's the case, then it's over!" Feng Jiutian said.

"Why?" Shen Er's fat man asked, "His sarcophagus has been broken by us, and his body has also smoked with the rupture of the sarcophagus. ”

"At that time, we did not see with our own eyes that the body of the tomb owner in the weeping tomb smoked, but after the coffin was broken, when it sank into the ground, we saw a puff of smoke rising from the coffin. Strangely, after the sarcophagus shattered and sank into the ground, Suzaku, Xuanwu, Qinglong and White Tiger also disappeared at the same time as the coffin sank. Feng Jiutian's brows furrowed even tighter.

"Are you worried that the tomb owner's body has not smoked?" Hua Can's complexion also became more solemn.

Feng Jiutian didn't speak.

Shen Er Fat Man said: "Now that I think about it, the disappearance of Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Qinglong and White Tiger at that time was indeed weird, as if they disappeared out of thin air. ”

"At the same time, there is also the spirit orchid that has disappeared." Feng Jiutian said, "That peerless treasure cold silkworm bead also mysteriously disappeared at the same time. ”

"At that time, the coffin was broken by us, and the tomb began to shake, and we had to withdraw from the tomb." Hua Can said.

"At the time, we broke the coffin, fell into the ground as the tomb owner smoked, and then the tomb collapsed, and everything was in ashes, which seemed reasonable." Feng Jiutian's face was solemn, and his worry was overflowing, "But the problem is that if the tomb owner is really the king of Zhou, he can fake his death once before he dies, and he can also let the corpse fake smoke again after death." (To be continued.) )