"Maoling earthquake?"

Jiang Qi was attracted by a news push on his mobile phone.

Out of the curiosity and intuition of a history student, Jiang Qi opened this piece of news.

The source of the news is the official website of Kyushu News, and there is no doubt about its authenticity.

The news said that just this afternoon, there was a small and weak earthquake in Maoling, and there were no casualties.

Originally, such a small-scale or even insignificant geographical disaster had little reporting value.

But the historical status of Maoling is a bit high.

This is where the mausoleum of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty is located, and there are also the tombs of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing around!

It can be said that the three monarchs and ministers have shone in an era and carved an indelible mark in Kyushu.

Especially Huo Qu's disease.

The experience of this young general, even if it is written on the Internet now, it has to be opened up in a system.

Otherwise, there is no logic at all.

But Huo Quzhi really did it.

Just 2,000 years ago, in the annals of glorious history!

It can almost be said that no one knows the champion Hou, and no one knows the wolf Juxu!

It's just that there is no accident in such a place, and there is no trivial matter when something happens.

Especially earthquakes!

You must know that the most problematic thing about this kind of mausoleum buried deep underground is the earthquake!

Once there is a crack, it may be a rescue excavation that has swept most of the archaeological world!

Jiang Qi took a closer look at the news and found that there was no word about the problems with Maoling and the surrounding Huo Qu's sick tomb and Wei Qing's tomb.

"Didi."

Just as he was about to turn off his mobile phone, the communicator in Jiang Qi's pocket suddenly rang.

It's Director Qian's newsletter.

"Jiang Qi Xiaoyou, something happened, is it possible, contact the Venerable Master, or you will ask the Venerable Master a question on our behalf?"

The dignified voice of Director Qian came from the other end of the communicator, without any politeness, and went straight to the point.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Qi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the news on his mobile phone.

Director Qian's voice followed closely: "Have you read the news?" It was the one from the Maoling earthquake. ”

"Just saw."

Jiang Qi's expression moved, and after answering, he waited for Director Qian's next words.

"Actually, it's not that there are no accidents, or that there is only one accident!"

Director Qian's voice was incredible.

"This small earthquake is very strange, Maoling is not in the earthquake zone, even if it is shaken, this weak magnitude should not affect Maoling."

"But the comrades over there reported after the earthquake."

"Huo Qu's sick tomb is cracked!"

"And there is also a strong fluctuation of Xuanqi!"

When Jiang Qi heard this, an incredible look flashed in his eyes.

Is there a problem with Huo Qu's disease?

Is it as recorded in history?

Jiang Qi knew that it must not be.

In those days, people didn't even feel the decline of Reiki.

Xuanxiu is not only in Kyushu.

At that time, if the Xiongnu did not have Xuan Xiu, it would be the biggest strange thing!

And if you think about it with your toes, how can Huo Quzhi, who broke the Huns and even captured a number of high-level Huns in the first battle, be an ordinary person?

Xuanqi fluctuates, Huo goes to the sick tomb and changes, it would be strange if there was no connection!

"Was the earthquake caused by the mutation of Huo Qu's tomb?"

Jiang Qi asked in a deep voice.

"So far."

Director Qian's voice couldn't hear too many mood fluctuations, but Jiang Qi could hear that he was deliberately suppressing it.

"Later, the comrades over there went to the scene to explore and found that the crack went straight to the coffin of Huo Quai!"

"Someone ventured in to take a look."

"The coffin has been opened!"

"Someone opened it from the inside! Not long ago when we didn't know it, but today! ”

"After the change!"

"Inside. There are no corpses! ”

Director Qian's voice was not loud, but his emotions were obviously uncontrollable.

"So, the above means to ask the seniors of the noodles, if they once knew Huo Quai."

Maoling.

This famous mausoleum is now next to a county seat.

This is also a kind of economic realization, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains.

"Specialty Big Gluten!"

"Hot dry noodles!"

"Mom, I want to eat, Zhengxin Chicken Steak!"

"You love me, I love you, Michelle Bingcheng is sweet."

In a night market near Maoling, all kinds of cries come and go.

A young man strolls down the street, looking left and right with interest, occasionally stopping in front of a stall, moving his nose, and leaving with a little regret.

The boy was dressed in a loose white robe, with a very ancient tone, which did not look like a modern attire at all.

The young man is full of heroism, with sharp sword eyebrows, long hair scattered, but not half feminine, a pair of eyes slightly narrowed, looking lazy, but he can still feel the essence of the eagle falcon.

He walked down the street and attracted countless eyes, on the one hand, because of the boy's excellent appearance, and on the other hand, because of the boy's maverick dress.

Of course, people just think it's new, and there aren't too many mavericks these days.

"Little brother, can you add a contact information?"

At this time, several young and beautiful girls walked up to the boy's side, and the most beautiful one picked up the mobile phone with a smile.

The boy didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.

"Oh, seeing it is fate, add it?"

The girl said unrelentingly.

By the way, I brushed my hair, which was quite amorous.

The boy still smiled and shook his head.

Seeing this, the girls didn't bother anymore and left together.

The boy did not look back, but continued to walk forward, suddenly moving his thin lips and muttering to himself.

"The phone is the thing you can buy food?"

His tone is odd, at least to modern people.

The young man looked at the various stalls around him that were full of fireworks, picked it out with a faint look in his eyes, and thought about it and walked into a dark alley.

Behind him, the three tourists each turned around and walked in at different times, extremely naturally, without anyone noticing the episode.

The three of them walked into the alley and looked at each other.

"Lost?"

The leader asked.

"It's normal, if it's really that one, it's weird that we can keep up."

"But before."

The leader interrupted his men and bowed down the empty alley.

"There is no malice in the next few people, I believe the general can also see that the general has brought the next few people here, it must not be untargeted, and please take the time to see it."

"Identity."

An eerie tone came from the darkness, with a bit of amusement.

"According to what the general can understand, we should be contemporary. Feather Forest Army! ”

"Snort"

There was a faint and indiscernible sound, and the top of the three people's heads ached almost at the same time.

"Tread"

With the sound of crisp footsteps, the figure of the boy emerged from the darkness, his palms spread out, and inside were three hairs.

"Although those guys in Yulin are not successful, they are not comparable to you."

The three of them looked tense at the same time, they could easily pick your hair, and naturally they could penetrate the Tianling cover more easily!

"I wonder if the general has seen this?!"

The leading member of the Mystery Bureau didn't dare to procrastinate, took out his mobile phone, and opened a picture with a noodle on it!

Dark blue, with a towering face!

If Jiang Qi is here, he will find that this noodle is almost exactly the same as the one he wore at the beginning!

The boy casually looked away, and then froze.

The tone is no longer relaxed, but with a sense of majesty, as if it were an unquestionable order, making people unconsciously surrender.

"Take me to the owner of this mask!"

(End of chapter)