Zhu Beichen was stunned, according to the fat man's words, if Han Bing cracked porcelain came out, it would definitely be an event that shocked the world, and now it can only lie here quietly.

Because Zhu Beichen was not completely sure whether he could leave here safely, let alone transport this batch of treasures safely.

Treasure utensils that do not conform to the characteristics of the age, and the identity of the owner of the tomb is unknown.

In addition, there is an elusive "empty fox", Zhu Beichen can't help but be puzzled.

The atmosphere seemed to have stagnated for a few seconds, and the fat man ran up to the pile of gold with the so-called wine vessel in his arms, and jumped down and stopped a few meters away from Zhu Beichen.

The sanity doesn't seem so normal, and the jewels can really confuse people's hearts.

Han Qingxin pursed her lips and snorted coldly, and the countless treasures didn't seem to be in her eyes.

At this moment, the fox came out of a corner.

Compared with the mountains of gold and silver in the temple, its pure white hair looked more sacred and pure.

It half-squinted its eyes and looked at Zhu Beichen and Han Qingxin in a kingly manner.

He nodded in approval, and glanced at the fat man with contempt.

With the fat man's familiarity with antiquities, it is difficult not to doubt that he is really just a writer, as he says.

Han Qingxin sighed lightly and said, "It is indeed a pair of wine glasses, but it is not for drinking wine from living people."

Many people think that the wine of the Western Regions in the Han Dynasty is served in luminous glasses, but in fact, people who really understand wine use ice cracked porcelain.

"Inside the cracked porcelain, the ruddy wine pulp is put into the deliberately cracked porcelain, which can give an excellent visual effect. The icy connotation will accentuate the aroma of the wine. ”

"However, ice cracked porcelain is for people in the world, and when it appears in tombs, it is for the dead." Her tone was cold, disdainful of the fat man's open-mindedness when he saw wealth.

The "Empty Fox" walked to the corner of the side hall and used his forelimbs to dig through a pile of metal that was not gold or silver.

After a short period of time, a complete set of utensils was carved out, and it looked like seeing an old thing from the past.

That unique smile bloomed, and it was a complete set of ice-cracked porcelain.

Small-capacity containers that resemble teapots, and sealed ceramic jars that hold objects, etc., are undoubtedly a set of tea utensils from a contemporary point of view.

It proudly held the utensils with its pointed fox mouth and placed them neatly in front of Zhu Beichen one by one, and didn't know where to turn over a sealed pot of wine syrup and place it at Zhu Beichen's feet.

Finally, he pointed to the instrument with his forelimbs and looked at Zhu Beichen with blank eyes.

At this time, the fat man was already delirious, and Han Qingxin was looking at the series of movements of the "empty fox" in confusion, wondering what it wanted to do.

If the "empty fox" is a thousand-year-old drunkard, the first thing he will do when he wakes up may be an alcoholic addict.

Many of the Guloulan utensils in the hall are directly related to wine, and the Guloulan people should also be a group of alcohol-loving people.

Zhu Beichen understood, smiled bitterly, and began to sympathize with this fox a little.

I thought that no matter how powerful you are, in the final analysis, I will be a rotten life, you can take it if you want to, what is there to be afraid of.

So he crouched down and picked up the flask, which was made of cracked porcelain.

The spout of the pot is sealed with a layer of paper of unknown composition, and after the puncture, the aroma of the aged wine wafts away, and suddenly the whole hall is filled with a strong aroma of wine.

Gee! The wine of the Kulam period is as old as 2,000 years. Zhu Beichen's heart was itchy, and he couldn't control it when he smelled the syrup.

On the wall where the set of drinking utensils was found, there is a relief on the wall of the tomb.

There is a standing lady dressed in white with a face that resembles one on the left, from her left heel through her head to her right heel, surrounded by a bunch of grapevine leaves.

To the left is a beautiful young maid holding a pot of wine.

On the right, another maid holds a wine jug and pours wine.

The noble lady held a scroll with a respectful and solemn expression, and her mouth was like a recitation, and the three of them were serving a fox lying on a couch.

Looking at the fox, it is the "empty fox" lying at Zhu Beichen's feet in front of him.

Because of his sensitivity to the scriptures, Zhu Beichen focused all his attention on the scriptures in the woman's hand.

Unfortunately, the relief only depicts the outline of the scroll, and it is impossible to identify what book it is.

Han Qingxin grabbed the ice-cracked porcelain wine jug, looked up and down from the spout to the handle of the pot, and finally turned the bottom of the pot over and checked it again, and the bottom of the pot was engraved with two lines of shallow Hanli small characters.

"There are words at the bottom of the pot!" Han Qingxin's expression changed suddenly, and he saw the book: In the north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain.

In the north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain.

It's easy to understand literally, but the appearance of the figure eight on a wine jug is confusing.

After hearing this, Zhu Beichen was also chewing on these eight characters, what did they mean, and it seemed that he had heard them somewhere.

"Give me the flask." He reached out and took the wine jug in Han Qingxin's hand, pursed his dry lips, he didn't know how many hours had not been sticking to a drop of water, and his throat happened to be uncomfortably thirsty, "Little fox, let's drink two glasses." ”

The bright red liquid in the vat is poured into the jug in a column of water, and the jug is used to settle and filter out the residue in the liquor.

He placed three ice-cracked porcelain wine glasses on the ground, and the even cracks of the blue, white and yellow ice-cracked porcelain were cold under the pearl light in the room, like a blood-thick wine pulp overflowing the wine glasses, and the fragrant wine was mouth-watering.

The two of them and a fox were in a stalemate, and neither of them took the initiative to touch the wine in the glass.

Zhu Beichen smiled, and was about to pour the blue ice cracked porcelain wine glass into his throat without heart or lungs, but Han Qingxin hurriedly put one hand on his wrist to stop it.

"Crazy? If you have been putting wine for 2,000 years, you are not afraid of poison? "With her carefulness, everything in the tomb is for the dead, what if it is poisoned wine, the shrewd fox did not touch it, you are really bold.

Zhu Beichen drank it all in one gulp, and the refreshing taste moistened his throat, and then he said, "What are you afraid of, the little fox invited me to drink." I wasn't allowed to touch a sip of wine, and I was so thirsty. ”

"Sky Fox" smiled again with satisfaction, and that smile was uncomfortable to look at.

It burrowed its head, its mouth penetrated into the ice-cracked porcelain, and it sucked up the wine in one gulp.

The little tongue licked the corners of his mouth intoxicatedly, and then looked up at Zhu Beichen lazily.

A dizzy feeling of confusion suddenly appeared, and the eyes of the "empty fox" seemed to be bewitching.

Zhu Beichen's road is not good, and the sky is spinning in a trance, "In the north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain." ”

He remembered the origin of this sentence, perhaps it was too late.

"Mad girl, I've been trapped, caught, caught that fox." He looked like a drunken man, staggering top-heavy, struggling but unable to get up.

Han Qingxin was anxious, and hurriedly squatted down to help him shake his body desperately, and his hand was on his pulse.

The pulse is hidden from time to time, disordered, and compared with the pulse recorded in the medical scriptures, there is no one that can match the number.

At this time, Han Qingxin glared at the fox, and the "empty fox" yawned lazily without hurry.

She took out a dagger and threatened, and moved very quickly under her feet, trying to catch the demon fox of unknown origin, but the "empty fox" moved more quickly, and in the blink of an eye, her figure flashed, and she appeared ten meters away.

When Han Qingxin arrived, its body was dim and transparent, and the next moment it was more than ten meters away, always keeping a certain distance from Han Qingxin.

Han Qingxin's heart trembled.

The entire hall is trembling, and the space is gradually distorted!

She was scared, the legendary demonic thing, she had never seen this cute fox have any special abilities before, and only now did she know that she underestimated it.

Oops, no, Zhu Beichen supported the ground with one hand, trying his best to stay awake, and the feeling inside was the same as drinking too much.

"The flask... Flagon... Those words describe a kind of myth and legend..."Zhu Beichen gasped constantly, and his heart was more of a fear emotion, because he remembered the meaning of the origin of the eight characters.

"What?" Han Qingxin asked in a condensed voice, and Zhu Beichen's voice fluttered from a distance.

The distance between the two was only a few dozen meters, why did his voice seem to be transmitted from another space, ethereal and distant notes, listening to the desolation.

What the! She asked a few more questions, and Zhu Beichen's image gradually became foggy and no longer real, and with the distorted space, his facial features began to shift.

Han Qingxin almost suspected that there was something wrong with her visual senses.

After a long time, Zhu Beichen shook his head vigorously, trying to sober himself up, and only after distinguishing Han Qingxin's mouth shape and weak voice did he understand what she was talking about.

There is a god, the human face is red and the body of the snake is red, the eyes are straight, the eyes are obscure, the sight is clear, the food does not sleep, the wind and rain are the confession.

The records of the Yin Fu Sutra are summarized in the chapter on the obscuration of various spiritual objects that have appeared in the world from ancient times to the present.

At first, Zhu Beichen had always regarded them as myths, until he drank the strange wine syrup, and then he suddenly remembered this record, beyond the Northwest Sea.

To the north of Chishui, there is Zhangwei Mountain, which is a kind of spiritual settlement.

He repeated the passage with difficulty, his voice getting slower and slower, and the communication between the two men was almost at a standstill.

What the? Han Qingxin asked again, always feeling that Zhu Beichen was talking about a very important matter.

She glanced at the Sky Fox again, and in that strange way it retreated into the corner.

I can't catch it, Han Qingxin thought to herself, this kind of thing is impossible to catch at all.

As it snuggled back up the wall, smirked contemptuously like a relief, and began to wander around the wall.

Buoyancy!

When did the temple become buoyant?

She finally understood why space was distorting and the transmission of sound was slowing.

However, the surrounding area does not look like a water layer, but every step of her journey makes her feel like she is immersed in a large body of water, and the speed of her travel is obviously affected by the resistance of the water body.

It is not easy to move back to Zhu Beichen's side.