Da Chu, northwest frontier.

Fan Li came as a doppelganger and waited at the pre-agreed place.

A small dirt hill with an old crooked neck tree on the mountain.

Fan Li stood under the tree, blown to ashes by the wind and sand of the northwest wind.

"Ahem...... What did Qingqiu think, and actually asked me to help her open the Xuanyuan Tomb? ”

Fan Li has always been confident.

Even if the cultivation realm is low, it is man-made.

As long as you give him time in advance and fully plan and plan, you can always win by surprise!

However, the so-called one force will drop ten.

A mysterious existence like Xuanyuan Tomb, with his cleverness and improvisation, could he really make up for his huge lack of cultivation strength?

"Tomb robbing, I'm not as professional as Cao Mengde." Fan Li complained while checking the various props in the storage box.

Luoyang shovel, iron drill, short handle hoe, crane beak hoe, night clothes, compass.

Fan Li relied on his memory and imagination to be as prepared as possible.

These props are all skilled craftsmen he ordered Fan's trading house, and they are made of spiritual objects as raw materials, and their quality is far superior to ordinary products.

He took out the Luoyang shovel and weighed it a few times in his hand.

"Qingqiu actually likes to rob tombs?"

"I wonder what tools she will carry, perhaps more professional than mine?"

Fan Lizheng was thinking wildly, and then he felt that the wind and sand gradually stopped.

That's when he can focus on the scenery around him.

The northwest land, the vast desert, has its own desolate and pathetic meaning.

It seems that in this land, there have been countless heroes who have written sad songs with blood and tears.

"Fan Li."

A beautiful female voice came from the top of her head, and when she listened carefully, she felt that it was just a moving timbre, but there was no emotion, like a piece of wood.

Qingqiu fell from the sky.

She was dressed in green clothes, fluttering like a fairy.

Fan Li has always felt that although the holy masters of the Sanskrit Pure Land have always regarded themselves as masters outside the world, there is always only Qingqiu who really conforms to the image of a master outside the world.

He was willing to call the other party 'Holy Lord'.

It's a pity that Qingqiu has no nostalgia for the false name of the 'Holy Lord'.

"You're fast." Qingqiu said lightly.

"Uh...... Well, men usually don't like to be praised for being 'very fast'. Fan Li half-jokingly corrected her.

"Why?" Qingqiu's face showed a puzzled expression. "Fan Li, I really think you're fast."

Fan Li, speechless.

This woman cannot judge words and deeds with common sense.

"Where the hell is Xuanyuan's tomb?"

"I checked the ancient books and historical materials, but there were no clues."

Listening to Fan Li's complaints, Qingqiu had a natural expression.

"It's useless to flip through a book."

"In this world, all the books that record ancient history have been destroyed."

Qingqiu said lightly, but Fan Li was shocked.

"All destroyed?"

"Impossible!"

"At least...... A pre-Qin relict clan like Lu Cheng, or a Guiguzi of Yunmeng Mountain, can always have information about this, right? ”

If it weren't for the rush of time, Qingqiu urged Fan Li to set off, he would definitely ask Lu Chunqiu and Wang Ban about it.

"No, they don't know either."

Qingqiu shook his head firmly.

"The first emperor burned books and cut off the ancient and modern."

“…… Oh. ”

Fan Li was completely speechless.

Before and after the crossing, the two first emperors really have a common hobby?

Don't you know if you play with fire urine?

Fan Li was very sorry.

But he thought about it, if there was no first emperor to burn books, there would be traces of ancient civilizations to follow, and it would not be his turn to visit Xuanyuan Tomb with Qingqiu today.

At least, Cao Cao had already visited?

"So, do you know the exact location of Xuanyuan's tomb?" Fan Li asked curiously.

"Hmm." Qingqiu nodded.

Fan Li didn't understand a little.

The first emperor cut off the ancient and modern, how can Qingqiu know?

But this may be Qingqiu's privacy secret, and Fan Li consciously didn't get to the bottom of it.

"Follow me."

Qingqiu took Fan Li's hand, and the latter was stunned.

The touch of the skin is as weak as a boneless stamen, as if it is about to be shattered with a slight pinch.

Fan Li didn't dare to exert himself, so he passively let Qingqiu lead him.

Although he knew that the other party was the strongest person in the world of the seven grades of the Mahayana realm, the word 'weak' was not suitable to describe her at all!

Qingqiu held Fan Li with one hand, but took out a banner with the other.

The banner is like a flag, there is a colorful glow, and there are thousands of rays.

Fan Li only glanced at it and knew that it was an extremely high-grade spiritual treasure!

"What is this?" He couldn't help but blurt out.

After asking, Fan Li regretted it.

A cultivator's spiritual treasures and secret methods, just like the height, weight, and age of a woman in her previous life, are all other people's private information, and should not be inquired about at will.

"Demon Banner."

Qingqiu was surprised again.

She answered in a down-to-earth manner, without beating around the bush at all.

"Recruit ...... Demon flags? ”

Fan Li only felt that this name was extremely familiar!

Or, it is a name that exists in the memory of the original owner.

Or, did he know about it in his previous life?

Fan Lizheng was trying to recall, but he saw Qingqiu raise the demon flag and hit the ground again!

This action reminded Fan Li of Moses, the protagonist of the story of "Exodus" in his previous life?

Suddenly, the space in front of him distorted, and the ground trembled beneath his feet.

"I remember!"

"Summoning the demon flag, it seems to be Nuwa......"

Fan Li exclaimed!

But before he finished speaking, Qingqiu changed his hand to hold his hand and put his arm around his waist.

The woman puts her arms around the man and flies into the warped space!

Suddenly!

Fan Li only felt that the world was spinning and dazzling!

He was unconscious.

After a long time, I woke up again.

"Ah...... Qingqiu, what are you doing...... My head hurts......" Fan Li couldn't wait to say before he could fully open his eyes.

As soon as he complained of a pain in his head, he felt a pair of slender women's hands, fingers falling on his left and right temples, gently rubbing them.

"So what?"

"Does it still hurt?"

In his ears was Qingqiu's inquiring voice, revealing a trace of doubt and concern.

"Ah~!"

Fan Li didn't have time to answer at all, only let out a moan of comfort.

And he found himself lying down.

The bed is soft, but what is softer than the bed is the 'pillow'.

Finally, Fan Li opened his eyes, but was surprised to find that he was in an unknown mysterious secret realm!

The sky is gone, replaced by a heavy earth earth hanging overhead?

There is still earth under our feet.

The sun and moon are nowhere to be seen, and the dark 'world' is only lit by the faint light of candles the size of beans.

"Fan Li, we're here." Qingqiu slowly spoke: "This is Xuanyuan Tomb. ”

Hearing this, he sat up suddenly!

Only to find that he was lying on a cloud bed.

This is a real cloud bed, as white as snow and as soft as cotton, but it can carry the weight of Fan Li and Qingqiu!

And the so-called pillow is that he has been pillowing on Qingqiu's lap.

"What did you say?"

"This is the grave?!"

Fan Li's eyes widened.

He looked left and right, only to find that the dim yellow light the size of a bean was clearly a permanent lamp for the tomb.

The next moment, the eyes suddenly opened up.

If the most professional photographer, with a long lens suddenly stretches the panorama from a close-up view!

Fan Li saw it!

This distant legend that has existed for an unknown number of years, and the mysterious place that is no longer recorded in historical documents has really appeared in front of him.

A tomb buried in the depths of the abyss.

A headless beast skeleton a hundred feet tall was crawling quietly, as if it was just sleeping.

On the towering wall behind the animal bones, a few words are engraved in ancient characters that Fan Li barely recognized:

"Queen Yin Shang, Daji, buries her headless corpse here."

"What is Yin Shang's crime?"

"What is Your Majesty's crime?"

"Why, God hates it?!"

Before he went for a medical checkup, he fell ill first.

Body heat, fever.

It's cold, so everyone puts on their autumn pants...... Chapter 2 is choking enough......

(End of chapter)