"Let's talk about it, then." Chen Mo's interest had been thoroughly aroused, and he had a hunch that the path taken by the orthodox was probably completely different from that of the secret party

"The Path of the Gods", the evolution of the fetal blood of Dr. Herzog, and the creation of himself and Fingal

"Hand of Hermes".

"Let's talk about the reliable evidence in your hands, our first emperor was an ancient man more than 2,000 years ago, it will be easy to make up a story for such a long time, after all, I don't have the ability to research, I dare to say that there must be your people near the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang." Zhao Anmin nodded: "Just on the Ying family, the manpower and material resources they invested in the ancestral tomb make me, an old man, feel distressed, there is no dragon den that has spent so much energy on orthodoxy but has achieved nothing." ”

"Oh?" Chen Mo immediately thought of something: "There is also an entrance to the Nibelungen in the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang?" Zhao Anmin shook his head: "I don't know." ”

"So it's nothing? None of the people who went in to explore made it back alive? ”

"Absolutely." Zhao Anmin blew the beard on his lips, and said in a not very good mood: "We found the possible entrance direction of the Imperial Tomb through Yan Ling and Kanyu, and the first barrier after entering is a huge alchemy matrix, with the most primitive and pure mercury as the raw material for circulation, according to our exploration of the leyline, it may be the largest matrix node of the dragon vein." ”

"Speculation?" Chen Mo showed an extremely unbeaten smile, full of ridicule of the orthodox feng shui master: "So you still haven't found a way to enter the core of the matrix?" He then shook his head and added to himself, "I guess you may not even be able to cross the threshold of the inner layer of the matrix. The old man was choked by Chen Mo's malicious ridicule, sighed helplessly, nodded and said: "The outer matrix can be easily dealt with by our Fang Shi and Feng Shui masters, but once we enter the inner perimeter, it is not an exaggeration to double the danger, there are many people in our clan, but very few people can come back alive." ”

"According to our continuous exploration in recent decades and the records of the Dragon's Lair Minutes within the clan, the greatest danger in the inner layer of the matrix lies in the overwhelming dragon power and the inducing spiritual vision that is already extremely easy to enter." Inducing spiritual vision, and alchemy should master the ability of spiritual vision, inducing spiritual vision often appears when the bloodline of the half-breed awakens, and when the dragon's blood is summoned by a higher-level existence, for the current Chen Mo, the principle is very simple, but it has never been recognized by many half-bloods

"Basic" knowledge. The spirit of the dragon is present in the blood of the half-blood, from the bloodline of the king to the spiritual remnants of the vassals, and some things derived from the memory, spirit, and soul of the dragon will survive tenaciously in the blood.

As these half-blood dragonborn dragonborns grow, their souls unconsciously extract these remnants of fragments for nourishment, and at the same time bear erosion, until the body gradually matures, and the dragon's blood and the stimulated spirit resonate, and the awakened who enter the spiritual vision will see many bizarre and terrifying images, the influence of dragon's blood on the body and soul has increased significantly, and the half-bloods have walked on the tightrope of power and depravity, and evolved towards the abyss.

The most common example of inducing psychic vision is the 3e exam of the Casel Academy, an extremely precious alchemy object in the ice cellar records the voice of the Black King singing the emperor, and every year the exam will play this precious sound record to the new students through the loudspeaker, which can be regarded as a method of the academy to awaken the bloodline of the new students in batches.

And in many dragon's dens, dragon inscriptions engraved by tomb owners long ago can also appeal to greedy hybrids with their spiritual vision

The "tomb robbers" are dying, whether it is the orthodox of the East or the family behind the secret party, they will definitely be involved when they start a business

They must have experience in dealing with the reselling of "things".

"Long Wei? The Dragon Power of the First Emperor? ”

"I don't know, but that kind of Long Wei can only barely resist even the clansmen with excellent blood, and for some reason, most of the ethnic bloodlines in the clan who practice magic are relatively ....." Zhao Anmin sighed softly: "Mediocre, often the more people who specialize in magic, the bloodline is often not so outstanding, and under the oppression of Long Wei, it is difficult for them to even maintain normal thinking." Of course, it is not without exceptions, Chen Mo thought, such as his old and disrespectful teacher.

After waking up from a sleep-free sleep for several years, he hadn't seen the old man, except for the time when he was in Kassel swimming lessons and swimsuit pageants, when the night watchman's ass grew on the couch and bed in the bell tower, and he was not ready to go back to the academy.

However, with his own feelings, the strength of the teacher's soul is enough to imprison the living soul of the second generation through the precepts, Chen Mo has never seen Flamel do it, but he still thinks that with alchemy, there is no problem for the old man to ambush a secondary seed.

Excluding the ghostly old guy in Ange, Flamel is the only serious S-class bloodline in the academy, and even more so, he is also a true genius in alchemy, and the life of the blossoming on both sides does not make much sense with normal people.

Compared to Meneke Cassel and Hembert Jean Angers, the life of the old man is ideal, and those who have left their names in history have either died young or their families are ruined, and the night watchman is a prodigal and prodigal when he is young...... In his later years, he ate the salary of the school board at the academy, lived the life that all otaku dreamed of for a long time, and even the history of the secret party had recorded his name when he became Flammel.

What the fuck is called a successful life! But Chen Mo can see that the old man is hiding his thoughts, and he may have forgotten it for too long, and he forgot it, and when he remembered it, he would help carry it, and the old guy was old, so he still stayed in school honestly and looked at the college girls.

It can be regarded as the only amount of humanity he has.

"Isn't there a genius in orthodoxy?" Chen Mo diverged his thoughts and continued to ask, "Like my teacher?" ”

"Yes," Zhao Anmin said succinctly: "He should have entered the core, but he never came out again, and he should have died a long time ago." ”

"What's in the Imperial Tomb?" Chen Mo asked, "Let you go in one after another like this to send you to death?" ”

"There are dragons in the Imperial Tomb." Zhao Anmin said: "Ancestral Dragon." He stopped, looked up with Chen Mo, and in front of him was an ancestral hall located in the deepest part of the clan land, simple and solemn.

"This is the ancestral hall of the Ying family." He pointed to the powerful words on the plaque and explained.

"But old man, your surname is Zhao," Chen Mo's face was playful: "The ancestral hall of the Ying family, did you bring me, an outsider, to visit?" The old man's eyelids raised, and he glanced at Chen Mo with a warning meaning: "The relationship between the orthodox eight family names is close, and we are not only the eight families, but also a whole. So he nodded yes, and let the old man's warning taste like it was on cotton.

From the existing intelligence analysis, unlike the secret party will also absorb wild mixed races through various means, the orthodox xenophobia is obviously not low, and it is probably the limit to let the local compatriots with the same surname return to the ancestry, which must be continued through internal intermarriage and intermarriage between the two surnames, and the early West is also the same method, dragon blood can not only erase possible genetic defects, but also purify genes, which is an inevitable trend.

The defection of the Chen family may also have reasons for this, such as the fact that they made their fortune too late and were spontaneously excluded.

The old man took him deep inside, and the first thing that caught his eye after entering the door was the wall painted with line drawings, also known as the Xiao Wall, the ancient Chinese system, a special building derived from the theory of Feng Shui, which generally served as an ancestral shrine to block ghosts with bad intentions.

According to Chen Mo's eyes, the picture wall is only ordinary, and the image on it is most likely that the first emperor, the king is standing with a sword, which seems to have the effect of inhibiting the erosion of dragon blood.

Chen Mo, who had become an evil dragon after the dragon slayer, didn't feel anything, and a painting naturally couldn't have any effect on him.

The scale of this ancestral hall is very large, bypassing the stage behind the wall, the archway, the feng shui forest, the bell and drum tower are all available, it looks like the ancestral temple of a very traditional large family, but this system is exaggerated to the point of surprise in ancient times.

Zhao Anmin took him into the back hall, the environment inside was dark, the hall was claustrophobic and windowless, there were more than 100 tablets and exquisite shrines placed up and down, and there was a candle with a lampshade on the side, the candle looked a little weird, and there was not a drop of candle oil falling for a long time.

"Looks like you're hiding something here?" Chen Mo bowed to those tablets, looked at the surrounding environment, and said.

"That's a good guess." Zhao Anmin's attitude was much more solemn, and after offering incense and worshipping, he took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured a lot of it into the bowl in front of the incense burner, and carefully stuffed it into his arms.

"You will never bring me, a person surnamed Chen, to worship the ancestors of the Ying family." Chen Mo raised his eyebrows in response.

After Zhao Anmin's set of worship processes was completed, he got up and walked towards the inside, Chen Mo stayed at the door to admire the exquisite carvings in the ancestral hall, not to mention the artistic value of those pillars and patterns, and it was also the highest level to take out the wood alone.

If it weren't for the terrain and material constraints, I'm afraid that the orthodox people would have built a small one in this ravine

"Taimiao" may also be said. Without waiting for a while, Zhao Anmin walked out with a long strip of object wrapped in black cloth, and it was obvious that it was a scroll.

He unfolded the scroll on the table where his ancestors were served, and the scroll was very large, about eight feet wide and thirty feet long, and on the soft and tough silk, I don't know what kind of brush and ink was used to draw a complex and detailed map of China, and the chaotic lines were especially concentrated in one

"Context". Dragon Vein. From Kunlun in the west, from Minshan into Guanzhong, to Qinshan into the sea, from west to east, the long dragon is marked with eye-catching nodes, and the first outstanding one is only a few dozen kilometers away from them---- Mausoleum of the First Emperor.

"This is the detailed formation of the dragon vein, from the beginning of the Ying family's initial collection, the best alchemists of each generation of orthodoxy have been constantly improving in the node after node, until it becomes this dragon vein map in front of you."

"Are you sure you want to show me this kind of confidential stuff?" Chen Mo's eyes did not look directly at the scroll, his expression was vividly filled with doubt and a slight fear, but the Heavenly Evolution had already started rapidly, and under the gaze of the afterglow, those lines were being engraved in his memory at an incredible speed.

"Your teacher has seen this." Until this time, Zhao Anmin suddenly threw out something that Chen Mo did not expect and was reasonable.

Judging from the only mention of the night watchman, he had a good understanding of the dragon vein, but Chen Mo really didn't expect that the night watchman could even see this kind of secret at the bottom of the box.

"It doesn't matter if you look at orthodoxy or not, except for me and Yang Ye, the clan elders have all acquiesced to the fact that the bastard who came to Leonardo has already told others about this picture, and now it seems that he is not a bastard to that extent."

"I thought orthodox information secrecy would do a great job." Chen Mo shook his head and sighed.

"Your teacher also saw that picture by chance, at that time, the alchemy master of the previous generation had not yet died, and the situation was also in turmoil, and the orthodoxy had no intention of starting a war with the secret party, we were restricting him with a contract, but the probability of being cracked was almost 100%."

"At that time, the old man in the family even came up with some shameless ways to tie him up." Chen Mo's face twitched.

"Yang Ye and I didn't have the age of Flammel, we were still young at that time, and the reason why what we said didn't carry much weight was a reason, and more importantly, they just had the mentality of being a dead horse as a live horse doctor." A deep sense of helplessness and anger towards someone appeared on Zhao Anmin's face.

"Could it be .......," Chen Mo said with difficulty. But the truth is that it shouldn't be.

"The girl of the Xie family has been guarding the empty boudoir for more than ten years, and she has entered the Mausoleum of the First Emperor to be a public opinion, and there are no people." The old man's words were full of resentment and anger.

As a dragon, Chen Mo was genuinely worried about the humanity of the teacher when he was young, and felt a burst of shame for the night watchman in his heart.

Pull out the withering mercilessly! Isn't there a trace of nostalgia in his heart? I will probably make a comparison with the previous one when I find the next one, and express my inner nostalgia with emotion, but never look back.

The old man knew what he played with when he was young, but there were really no examples for reference, and those girls who were charming but abandoned were already dry bones in the grave by now.

He did not know much about the age of Professor Manstein, but the Mediterranean must have been in his sixties, and the old man and Angers were roughly in the same age, that is, about one hundred and thirty years old, which means that the night watchman was still galloping at forty or fifty.

Although the headmaster is a good man with a good arm, his full head of silver hair can still tell his age, and the teacher's big belly and loose muscles are completely caused by the garbage life and rest, otherwise his appearance is probably younger than Ange.

"I ......," Chen Mo said, "I sincerely apologize, the teacher has been staying in the bell tower of the academy and has not gone out for decades." Zhao Anmin's aged body recalled this, and his chest was still so angry that his chest rose and fell, and he eased up for a while, pointed to the scroll, and pulled the topic back to the right path.

"According to the records of the orthodox Ying family history, the first emperor was blessed by heaven, swept Liuhe, unified the eight wildernesses, the Qin royal family was still black, and the first emperor called himself the ancestral dragon after the founding of the country."

"Do you think of anything?" Zhao Anmin said slowly.