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Suddenly, I felt like I was drunk and didn't know what to say to him. I could only say, "I just can't remember where I heard about it!" ”

To be honest, I can't tell if I began to look forward to finding the underground imperial tomb that my father talked about in my ear every day, and after listening to the story told by Wu Monkey, a mysterious and exquisite image lingered in my mind.

In the depths of the SC Minjiang River, there seemed to be an invisible energy that attracted me, and I even began to wonder where the other four gates were scattered now, and I suddenly had a sense of conviction and an urge to find them, and that they might be looking for me everywhere as well.

Chang Yukun began to talk in his dreams, and it was possible that what happened underground that day scared him terribly.

Wu Monkey touched her forehead with his hand, we were worried that he was having a high fever, because his forehead was as hot as the cement road in summer, and it was impossible to tell whether he was too drunk or not, and he wouldn't wake up no matter how much he pushed him.

It was a long night, and I couldn't wait to spend my dream time combing through the whole thing.

I used to think that my unobtrusive Lao Tzu was talking some drunken nonsense, but I didn't expect to be objectively certified ****** the form of so-called materialism on the first day of work in the museum.

I was starting to get confused, and I couldn't figure out what this was going on to do with me.

Is it really our family's destiny as my dad said? Or do you have to find his so-called treasure and untie this knot that has plagued the family for hundreds of years?

Minjiang, the governor, the golden plate, the imperial tomb, the bloody corpse, the musket, the deer, the dragon, the bear, the tiger, and the horse were spinning in my mind one by one, and I felt like my skull was about to collapse in an instant.

I had already closed my eyes tightly and waited for death, suddenly, a thought appeared in front of my eyes, the so-called deer, dragon, bear, tiger, horse, my surname is deer, the elf and the strange girl surnamed dragon, the dragon curator looked at my dad's eyes, he and my dad did not communicate with each other, I seemed to know something, and sat on the bed in surprise.

I thought to myself, this Long Jinchu and Deputy Curator Long wouldn't be one of the five sects - the Dragon Clan.

If the stories my dad told me were all real things, then the reason why I am engaged in archaeology is most likely related to his subtle indoctrination and education in me since I was a child.

Although I was disgusted with the fake things he told me, I had a natural curiosity about the treasures and secrets hidden underground, and it was human nature.

The room was very dark, but not completely sealed, and the light penetrated through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the ups and downs in the air, and the thoughts passed through the disturbed air, and these ups and downs surged even more violently.

I remembered the attic of my house, where I used to look for things to play with when I was a child, and the fine dust floating in the fine sunlight through the cracks of the attic tiles was very similar to now.

"That's right!" I almost screamed, I remember that in the attic there was a very old tin box, which seemed to contain ancient books about the dragon hunting and the cave, and the existence of these things my father never mentioned to me.

I've always wondered if I wanted to be called a mantle, but he didn't teach me anything, and even the ancestors' unique skills never revealed anything to me, only when they told those stories, they were so expressive, and I always guessed that they were all lies.

Now it seems that he must have been lazy and never studied, and never will.

And this must be a family secret, I must find out, otherwise I will be bitten to death by a bloody corpse one day, and I will not be wronged.

It was already slightly light, I tiptoed past my dad's room, and when I heard him snoring, my heart completely relaxed, and a long-lost sense of relief relaxed along with the tense nerves.

When I finally touched the attic, I realized that no one had been here for too long, all of them were gray, and I couldn't see my fingers clearly with a slightly larger movement.

I have no choice but to search for the whereabouts of the box with the memories of my childhood, and maybe I can find its existence in a corner.

But I searched for a long time, but I still found nothing, and I wondered if I was secretly hidden by my unobtrusive old man?

There's no need! He didn't see how important this thing was to him, otherwise he wouldn't have left it in this little unmanaged attic, and if he really cherished it, he would have put it in his own safe.

Just when I was at a loss to go downstairs, I suddenly got a hard object on my foot, and I didn't care about it at first, but when I leaned down to see if my foot was bleeding, I found that it was not an object that was scratching my foot, but a piece of the floor that was upturned up.

I immediately turned it over, straightened it up, and found the beautiful tin case.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, it has not corroded, but has become more dazzling, which made me wonder for a while whether its material is iron.

This time, I took a closer look at the box, but I didn't expect it to be really full of pictures.

The entire surface of the box is carved with intricate shapes, very dark colors, and there is no luster. But it looks a little familiar. The symbol representing the person is very simple, the upper circle is the head, and a few thin lines outline the limbs of the body, isn't this exactly five people?

I took a closer look, and it was indeed as my dad said, the few pictures engraved on the iron box were the things he often told me about the Minjiang silver. The pattern is so simple that I can see it at a glance.

The first picture shows a fisherman salvaging a sword in the waters of a surging river, and the net is filled with the kind of ingots that can be seen in the painting today.

The second picture depicts a majestic and tall palace, the palace is built in a cave, and you can see the circle of black insects around the palace, they are very large, they should not be carved in the same proportion, don't think about it, it must be what they call "corpse dwindle".

On the third picture, five people don't know why it became three, except for my dad who said that Xiong Laozu didn't know where to go, it stands to reason that there should be four people, and what's even more strange is that these three people are obviously looking at something together, but they don't indicate what they are looking at.

I guess it's not the Golden Seal they say! But there's no reason to look at it! There are no flowers on it, and it's beautiful!

The fourth picture on the iron box depicts five young people standing in front of an old man, and although the composition is simple and clear, it is even more incomprehensible.

The old man did not know whether he was alive or dead, and sat peacefully in front of the five young people, as if to solve their doubts or tell them something they wanted to know very much, because the five people seemed to be extremely religious, no different from Confucius's preaching.

But it can be seen that this location is very mysterious, and it should not be the underground palace that my dad said. If it's not an underground palace, why does my dad's story end when it reaches the underground palace? Unknown.

I gasped and plucked up a lot of effort to open the iron box, but instead of ancient books and treasures, I was greeted by a turquoise box.

Look at the size of this thing is a bit big, not like a general box, look at its modeling style, it should be something from the Western Zhou Dynasty and the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, because only at that time did I like to use this kind of bronze box to hold bamboo letters and secret documents.

When I was in school, I saw it a few times in the market of BJ Panjiayuan Market, but I have never seen it in such good condition.

The bronze box of the pre-Qin period is very rare, as far as I know, all the unearthed bronzes are automatically cultural relics and are not allowed to be bought and sold, but they can be collected, if the collector destroys the collection and will be sentenced, that is to say, this thing must be stolen from the tomb, and it is definitely not so simple as buying it in the market.

In other words, this is stolen goods, and our whole family has already broken the law, and if the value of this thing is very large, then this law may be very outrageous.

I don't think the reason why my old man dared to put this thing in the safe was not because it wasn't important, but because it was too important.

Because the safe must be the most precious and valuable things in the safe, and the things in the attic are the things that are the least needed, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is garbage.

Since I thought so in my heart, I suddenly felt that this thing was too precious, and I put it in my hand for fear of falling and breaking, but I could obviously feel that there was something in it.

"What should I do?"

I actually had the answer in my heart, but because it was a bronze object, I was afraid that the bronze box would be damaged because of improper opening. However, curiosity drove my hand to flip the box over and over again, searching for a mechanism to open it.

Suddenly, when the front of my bronze box was facing me, a line of words faintly appeared on it, and I wondered if there was an inscription engraved on it, this is so precious!

I hurriedly took my clothes and carefully wiped off the foreign objects on it, and finally saw the words on it clearly through the light coming in from the ventilation window, which was written in seal, "The descendants of the Deer clan are enlightened, and those who disobey the order will be punished by heaven." ”

This is truly an ancestral treasure! I didn't expect that the "craftsmanship" of the Lu family really has a long history, dating back thousands of years.

It seems that my attitude towards my dad should really be changed, after all, these things were set up by my ancestors, and he can't control them alone.

Alas! It really fulfills the old saying, "The dragon gives birth to the dragon, the phoenix gives birth to the phoenix, and the son of the mouse will make holes." ”

Don't think about it anymore, I can't help but feel that my blood is full of blood, and my whole body is full of righteous courage, and my heart says that since it is something handed down by our ancestors, it is the treasure of our Lu family, and I, as the only legitimate young generation of the Lu family, have the right to open it and take a look.

When I think about it, I don't feel nervous or worried anymore.

Although the appearance of this bronze box is rough, the mechanism is extremely fine, and people who do not look carefully and do not have the knowledge of ancient relics will not be able to see the location of the mechanism at all.

This is also the reason why the quality of the ancient relics we often see in the antique market is incomplete, and the reason is that they are not opened according to the designer's ideas, but the structure of the antiquities is destroyed in a blunt way.

I closed the tin box and placed it in a stable position to serve as a tabletop, and then carefully placed the bronze box on it.

At this time, the sky outside was already bright, and in this attic, except for the floating dust, all that was left was the sound of my breathing, and even my heartbeat at the moment could be heard clearly.

The light in the room let me see the true face of the bronze box, the box body is carved with a flat carving knife method "Protector of the World" statue, there is a gold lock and a golden key on the front, the four corners are sloped on all sides, the middle is the flat top surrounded by four flat ridges, the alloy is cast, the four walls are carved with the image of "Protector of the World" with the flat carving knife method, there are two dragons on the top surface, surrounded by flowing clouds.

The appearance of the king of heaven is lifelike, holding a bow and arrows, and each has a god general, a yaksha and many people standing, extremely majestic, making people solemn and respectful.

Staring at it, it seems to seductively follow the portrait of the box wall to gallop through the Three Realms, traveling through the Nine Heavens.

The top surface is engraved with two dragons, head and tail opposite, lined with flowing cloud patterns all around; Each side of the bevel is engraved with double dragons playing with pearls, or decorated with double phoenix soaring, with diamond-shaped patterns, or engraved with rare and exotic beast pictures, the shape is realistic and delicate.

I used a bamboo knife to separate the patina that had been glued together, and when I inserted the golden key into the golden lock and twisted it, the four corners of the box unfolded together, and with a click, I was startled, and there was a sound similar to clockwork coming from the box, and in a short time the lid of the box opened automatically.

I really didn't expect that after thousands of years, the agency is still as active as new.

There is a small space in the box, put a thick stack of silk silk, bright as new, I took it out to see, the silk silk is a total of two, pressed on the top is a dark yellow silk silk material, and pressed below is obviously the paper we use, but the texture of this paper is very different from the current A4 paper, a bit like the fire fold used in the grave?

Fortunately, fortunately, I had a period of research on the history of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period when I was in school, otherwise the treasure I got in my hands would have thought it was a rag.

The first one written in a small seal was "The Eight Doors of the Secret Secret Mystery Change", I looked up and down, and there were some unintelligible gestures on it, but they were all lifelike, which surprised me very much.

On the other piece of paper were some incomprehensible words, like ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, which I knew were certainly not ancient Egyptians, and what made me even more unfortunate was that this second piece of paper had obviously been torn apart, not a complete part, only a part of the contents, and I couldn't read it clearly.

I thought to myself, this thing must have been here for many years, could it be that this second piece of paper was a scribble that my dad created indiscriminately when he was a child, and then put it in while my grandfather was not paying attention?