Emperor Xuantong abdicated.

When it was passed to Du Muqing's great-grandfather, the Du family was already unable to hold the crotch after eating, drinking, and Lazar, and the great-ancestor of the Du family had a bit of that kind of mud that couldn't support the wall. Du Muqing's grandfather Du Baichuan worked hard, he relied on the secret technique of dividing gold and setting acupoints recorded in those ancient books at home, and joined forces with nine earth-walking immortals in the world to worship under the door of a retired earth-walking immortal master.

Got a lot of treasures.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the people were the masters of the country, Du Baichuan was baptized by the waves of the red thought, and he was disillusioned. The twilight years ushered in the reform and opening up, Du Baichuan took out the treasure foundation obtained during the tomb robbery in the early years of the Republic of China, and worked together to cooperate with the government to run factories and mines.

Oddly enough.

Du Bufang withdrew from Qianling to seclusion, and every three generations in the family, a woman gave birth to a red fetus.

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Bao Yuan listened to Du Muqing's tapping and tapped a lot of them, and understood that Du Muqing and Du Tianzhou had nothing to do with each other. He sighed from the bottom of his heart that the history of tomb robbery of the Du family has a deep history, but the sad thing is that the ancestors of the people have caught up with the good situation, and their ancestors have left nothing.

"Mu Qing, Song is convinced, the old Du family is mighty!" Song Peng, a talented man, really admired it, and people really didn't cover it.

"Artifact, most of what Lao Tzu feels is a rumor." Fat Fur glanced at his mouth.

"No, no, Lao Tzu also hinged a corner when he tested this leather scroll in Xi'an, and that soul eater mastiff can bite Song Lao's bones hard, Mu Qing, it can't be torn at first glance when it arrives at this Tanggula Mountain?" Bao Yuan suddenly thought that this was not connected, but the conflict was bizarre.

Of course, Du Muqing didn't know, all she knew came from the transcript of the ancestor's inheritance.

Du Bufang was originally a lifter.

In the feudal society, the poor students wanted to enter the Longmen and leap to the top, comparable to ascending to the sky, no less than the competition between civil servants in the modern society, the cruel reality forced Du Bufang to raise his eyes hopelessly, and he resolutely threw his pen into Rong. It's just that Yaozhou Festival made Wen Tao look at Du Bufang very fucking pleasing to the eye, and he was exceptionally promoted, Du Bufang wrote a book of "Secret Tongjian" in his later years, and he followed Wen Tao's process of robbing the tomb to the fullest.

It's really not that Du Muqing is well-informed.

The celestial phenomena of flying clouds and rolling moons, dragons playing with pearls, are recorded in the transcription of the family.

Du Muqing originally thought that the records in those ancient books were just wonders imagined by the ancestors out of thin air, and they could not be bumped into once in millions of years. I really didn't expect to follow Bao Yuan to see such a strange phenomenon in Tanggula Mountain.

Maybe this divine scroll originally belonged to Tanggula Mountain, and all this should be.

Duo Kezi was not interested in the story told by Du Muqing at all, and she also listened to what was said in the story, and secretly had fun on the side from the bottom of her heart, and said in her heart: "I see that you really have money and no place to spend it, and you came to us to find the dead man's money, and you brainless people will be sober when you go up the mountain at dawn, hum, if there is a treasure hidden in Tangla's sacred mountain, my family would have moved to the big city." ”

Ping Sigui and Fat Mao because of the existence of the artifact does not exist, you blow up a sentence, I bomb a sentence, the argument is very intense.

Song Peng was already curious about the things of the ancients, no, no, to tell the truth, no matter whether the legendary artifact was reliable or not, whether it existed or not, he re-examined Du Muqing. Just because Du Muqing understands so much, she is already very impressed, and secretly thinks that she really can't do without her.

Du Muqing weakly next to Bao Yuan, sighed silently, and said in her heart: "Bao, I love you to tell you the story of our ancestors, these things have long been silent in the world, I hope you can understand my good intentions!" She looked at the pile of cow dung fire, like the mysterious events that happened in the Tang Tombs recorded in the book "Secret Tongjian" written by Du Bufang, as well as all the descriptions in those ancient books, and did not say much.

The smell of cow dung fire doesn't feel so oothy anymore.

Bao Yuan is really good enough, and he doesn't sift through anything carefully.

Du Muqing told the story of their ancestors, and there was another meaning, that is, Wen Tao led 100,000 troops to rob the Qianling Tomb, at most, they encountered great changes in the sky, and thundered for days. The Heavenly Tomb in Tanggula Mountain has not yet been carried out properly, and it has encountered a similar divine appearance, can the six of them accomplish such a big thing, there is no danger at present, and what is about to wait behind is by no means defined by common sense.

I didn't close my eyes all night, and no one felt sleepy.

In the past, when they went to work and crowded the bus, their heads were already knocked like chickens pecking rice.

Now everyone is in good spirits.

Maybe I'm afraid that another monster will appear, and it's a big failure to escape.

It's dawn.

Duo Kezi stood alone outside the cave, pulling his voice and singing loudly: "When the mountain is pulled to meet the clouds, the snow dragon covers the top of the morning sleep, Tang La folds his wings on the nine days, but the mountain, Ding Buding, Jia is not Jia, the three springs of the lake and the sea are gushing from Kyushu, I said that the dynasty is the year, you say that the twilight is late, the oblique wind gathers in the south, the willow ridge vein is out of the hole, the world is at ease, the body is locked for thousands of years, once the joy is exchanged for the suffering of the world, the peony Qionghua is only a flash, the golden bean passes, the dragon boat is opened, the river canal is slurry, the people do not step on the mountain, and the mountain is not for people......" The more she sang, the louder her voice became, A few words are accompanied by Tibetan style.

"The song is, yes...... Who taught you? Du Muqing stood up suddenly.

"All of us here do."

"Sounds good, is there anything else?" Du Muqing was very interested.

"Sister Tian, I don't sing very well, the old man of Qibawu in our village sings well, let him sing it for you when I go back."

"Zi Yanzi, will you sing the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?" Fat hair is mostly humming nonsense, at most it's just a high key.

"Yes."

"How about a section for everyone." Ping Si Guijue's poor singing is the happiest thing right now.

"Let me ride on the back of a yak and pour two sips of milk wine more than what I sing now, mainly because of the feeling."

"Fuck, it's a fucking environment to sing a bad song." Fat Mao rolled his eyes while rolling his travel bag, he took out the milk wine he brought from the bag, and opened the stomach of nonsense: "Zi Yanzi, we are very fucking used to drinking this wine, although you old bean and his old man emphasize that you will not let you drink more, I still decided to reward you, fat man, you have to sing seven or eight paragraphs for everyone." ”

The main reason is that people don't understand it very well, otherwise they would have already turned pale in the rumors along the way.

She took a heavy sip and sang at the top of her voice.

Fat Mao, Ping Sigui, and Song Peng listened to this loud singing and patted their thighs and songs.

Du Muqing had no time to listen to what Duo Kezi sang on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and even on the Tianzang Plateau, she couldn't arouse her interest. The first voice that Duo Kezi sang was the words on the transcript of the ancient books handed down by the Du family, what it specifically represented Du Muqing couldn't say, and she felt faintly uneasy.

"Dear, do you think this leather scroll of Lao Tzu will be the place where the artifact is buried?" Bao Yuanyan asked in a low voice in Du Muqing's ear.

"It's hard to say."

"I feel like it."

"It's a bit early to make a decision on yes or no, but there will only be more and more strange things to follow up on, Bao, or let's not take risks."

"Dear, to be honest, I'm also afraid, I'll say what if, if the two of us were sixty or seventy years old and looked back on the past, we would have had the opportunity to see the strangest and strangest things in the world when we were young, and we were timid at that time, but it's a pity?"

"It's a pity."

"Yes, it's not impossible for us to withdraw, I think the three of them will let go of this opportunity, no, definitely not!"

"I don't think so."

"Then if we want to retreat, I'll wait for your words."

"Forget it, I won't say anything about retreating anymore, or that sentence is a blessing or a curse, let's bear it together."

"By the way, our Chinese sons and daughters have always had the traditional virtue of joining in the fun, and when they encounter that kind of bizarre and strange things, they will only have a hot head, and they will only move forward and will not go back, not to mention that Lao Tzu, a good man who has been brave, was also born in this land of blood and red sun!"

"Don't say Lao Tzu."

"Hmm...... Lao Tzu knows! ”

Du Muqing raised his hand and patted it, laughing while patting: "You, the first word I learned when I was born was Lao Tzu, I guess when you went to school, the teacher asked you if you memorized the text, and you must have answered that Lao Tzu memorized it." Bao Yuan smiled and said: "Dear, your words are on the point, this is Lao Tzu's true male nature, haha!" ”

"Huh, the old lady feels that you are less mouthful."

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The mountain roads here are winding and rugged, the air is thin, and there are scattered ground plums, mossy fleas, wind chrysanthemums, edelweiss, and coria grass, etc., which can be seen from the top of the vast snow. Eat something indiscriminately and go up the mountain, the sport of climbing the mountain is very physically demanding, five people are walking and stopping, once the tense spirit is relaxed, all of them are listless, and their breath is more urgent than their breath. Docozi had wanted to persuade them not to bother with this god, coming here to find dead people's money was purely eating dung and tossing, if you don't take them up, I feel a little sorry for the money I can't collect.

"There are a lot of corpses on the eagle's beak peak ahead, should we avoid them."