The dragon ship has raised its wind lanterns.

Wang Huai spread out a parchment roll, and Lao Zhu and Ah Biao looked confused.

Qiyuan Valley - the habitat of the golden deer, the hometown of hoopoe bird brooding, the place of revitalization of declining dynasties, and the state of pleasure for white-haired old men.

It's mediocre, except for the poem in the corners, the whole volume is clean and slippery.

Old Zhu Xiaozhu looked at the parchment roll again, and couldn't help but wonder.

That's the...... Can it still be a baby?

"Where did this fight come from? Is it worth it? ”

Wang Huai smiled slightly.

"Last time, Wulei copied Zhao Mian's house, and it was in the treasure trove of weapons."

Lao Zhu blurted out.

"Second Ah Zhang!"

Lao Zhu still found out, it was the preparation for the rebellion of Zhu Zhang, the king of Qin.

At that time, Ah Biao was saved by Wang Huaiyufu, plus 40,000 taels of silver, Lao Zhu's head was hot, and with a wave of his hand, the entire arsenal was Wang Huai's.

Since this sheepskin is hidden in a treasure trove, it is naturally not a piece of waste paper.

"This parchment scroll, which contains the secrets of the tombs of Temujin and Kublai Khan, was made by the former Yuan Guoshi."

Wang Huai said it lightly, but Lao Zhu Xiaozhu was not calm.

Meng Yuan was rich in the first half, and in the second half, he was even more rampant, barbaric plunder, and the century-old wealth of the world went into the pockets of the Mengyuan court.

If he hadn't died like this, he wouldn't have died in ninety-eight years.

Just for the burial of the county king, more than a dozen beauties must be selected, wearing gold and precious stone clothes, and a large number of gold and silver treasures as funeral offerings.

With such arrogant rules, Meng Yuan is rich, which can be seen.

However, when Lao Zhu entered the capital, except for the palace house, he didn't have any other treasures.

Such a strange thing, the angry old Zhu doesn't know how many times he scolded his mother.

If this parchment scroll is the tomb of the richest two generations of emperors, it can indeed make the Ming Dynasty eat.

However, if this treasure is obtained by Meng Yuanyu, it will be enough for Da Ming to drink a pot.

Not to mention that after sixty years of destroying the remnants of Meng Yuan, he was killed if he didn't do it.

There is one thing that Wang Huai has not said yet, for fear of scaring Lao Zhu.

Once Ah Biao can really be saved, the Ming national fortune will be completely rewritten.

The flooding of the Qinhuai River has only kicked off.

The three-hundred-year-long disaster of the Ming Dynasty is about to be officially staged.

If nothing else, Lao Zhu's dream of this year's harvest is just a bubble.

Lao Zhu pulled the sheepskin casually and was very unimpressed.

"Except for a few lines of poetry, there is a blank, do we want to rip off the whole world?"

Ah Biao didn't dare to ignore it.

"The mystery of this object, the little king may wish to make it clear."

"Eating and talking?"

Wang Huai said with a smile and gestured, and someone had already put the hot pot on the table.

Ah Biao treated it as if it was his own home, and after adding beef to Lao Zhu, he also picked up a piece of it, and sent it to his mouth after blowing two bites.

Well?

Hot, spicy, and refreshing, the whole person is transparent!

Lao Zhu looked at the servant waiting next to him suspiciously, is this person reliable for such a major matter as a treasure?

Do you want to finish the hot pot and throw him into the pot?

Wang Huai saw Lao Zhu's thoughts, and gestured to the servant.

The servant opened his mouth, but he had no tongue and no sound!

Pointing to his ear, he said that there was no eardrum, and he couldn't hear!

Lao Zhu was relieved, Wang Huai, this kid did everything properly.

No wonder he greeted the servants, gesticulating the whole time, and didn't know where to get the people.

Lao Zhu chewed and swallowed twice, a little impatiently staring at the parchment roll.

Wang Huai retrieved the parchment roll and spread it on the table.

"This picture is a magic weapon, and it's normal to not see that it's greasy."

Wang Huai said, taking out the divination spirit chess.

"Little Wang Daochang, he is also proficient in chess, what about the chessboard?"

Lao Zhu's eyes lit up, and Ah Biao also looked surprised.

Lao Zhu is addicted to chess, but he is a stinky chess basket, he likes to watch chess to solve his hunger, and he has to give instructions and regret playing chess again.

Ah Biao learned chess because of this, and he is also a master.

He suddenly remembered that the legend was that Meng Yuan was also a master of chess.

Wang Huai smiled dumbly.

"I said that this parchment scroll is a chessboard, do you believe it, please watch the chess and be silent."

Wang Huai's slender and crystal clear fingertips twisted up the chess pieces, infused them with true qi, and gently dropped the pieces.

In a magical scene, Lao Zhu and Ah Biao's eyes widened at the same time.

The moment of the fall.

The sheepskin appears as a criss-crossed checkerboard, and the lines are slightly illuminated.

And the parchment rolls floated out of the chess pieces, like stars!

If you want to break this map, you must break the endgame of the former Yuan Guoshi.

If you win, the mystery appears, and if you lose, the picture will be burned, and even the backlash will be encountered.

But Wang Huaijian took the wrong side, starting from the Big Dipper and the Twenty-Eight Nights, and just deduced the direction and order of the falling sons.

This means that unless the person who plays chess can win the sky, no one can beat Wang Huai in the game of Go and break the endgame.

"Kaiyuan!" Lao Zhu shouted.

Syllable!

Wang Huai didn't dump him, and continued to fall on his own.

"This endgame ......"

Ah Biao's eyes froze, and he unconsciously followed and thought.

All kinds of ways to crack appeared in his mind, and they were denied one by one.

"Blind. The kid can't play chess! Lao Zhu stood up.

"Don't give me a blind game!" Wang Huai is also welcome.

Lao Zhu stretched out his hand to play chess, and the moment he touched it, he was electrocuted and quickly retracted.

Wang Huai's every step was beyond the expectations of the two, but it was wonderful to the top, if God helped.

After only a few steps, Lao Zhu and Ah Biao were silent.

Because the mind can't keep up, the head becomes paste.

The level of this game has thrown them off 800 streets!

Ah Biao simply sat down to eat hot pot, and Lao Zhu looked at it in a daze.

Wang Huai fell one by one, breaking the game step by step.

"Malegobi!"

Wang Huai scolded, and the last son fell.

The parchment rolls turned into lakes, the chess pieces turned into falling stones, and the water rippled.

The lines began to blend with each other, becoming rivers, chess pieces turning into mountains, and various layout patterns became a map, real mountains and real waters!

What kind of operation is this?

Lao Zhu and Ah Biao surrounded at the same time, staring at the map.

Long.

"I can't see you kid, chess is the best of the sky, the national player can die!"

"Huh! This is the Ordos Plateau! ”

The land is in the southwest of Inner Mongolia, put into the entire Chinese Kyushu, it is in the northwest Yongzhou!

Wang Huai nodded.

"This is where the map of the Mengyuan Emperor's Mausoleum is located, and the ...... under the Imperial Mausoleum"

Before he finished speaking, Lao Zhu, who was frozen by chicken, slapped the table and interrupted.

"Thank you, Chief!"

Ah Biao breathed heavily, got up solemnly, and bowed.

This is the legacy of a hundred years of Mongolian Yuan!

Who in the world is not tempted?

However.

Wang Huai didn't blink his eyes, when Lao Zhu Mian cracked it, it was equivalent to giving it to the court.

That's a lot of money.

Wang Huai smiled slightly.

He is not a philanthropist and does not trade at a loss.

Lao Zhu is not interested in silver, his abacus is nothing more than to use it for the people and open up territory.

Of course, Wang Huai also has a small abacus.

"The imperial tomb is opened, and the old objects inside, I'll pick a few first."

Old Zhu Longyan Dayue.

"Who doesn't know the greed of your boy? The antiquities are all yours! ”