Museum of Demons

After Wei Yuan arrived in Chang'an, he contacted Dong Yuefeng with his mobile phone.

After waiting for a while at the steamed bun shop next door, the old professor hurried over. His white hair, which was neatly organized, was a little messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the bags under his eyes became heavier, but he was mentally refreshed. Still good.

After what happened last night, he rushed to the Imperial Mausoleum in a hurry and stayed there until now, almost without sleep. When he was young, researchers of his generation could devote themselves to research. This kind of thing is Potluck.

But now that he is getting older, he looks quite tired. After Dong Yuefeng came in, Wei Yuan helped to order a steamed bun. The old man broke the bun with his slightly trembling palm and said:

Master Wei, you are here.

Hey... I still want to study it in half a month. Who would have thought that this matter would become like this. No one can predict that this matter will change.

Dong Yuefeng said a few words with emotion.

Wei Yuan nodded and asked about the old man's current situation.

Dong Yuefeng lowered his voice and explained a few words.

Combining the information that Wei Yuan knew, he more or less figured out what the situation is now. After the tomb robbers entered the imperial mausoleum last night, they somehow managed to open the mechanism of the imperial mausoleum. One of the swords was drawn, and with just one stroke, a huge sword mark was cut without knowing how far away.

Everyone is now blocked from the entrance.

A bunch of researchers are now frantically searching for information, hoping to find more records about the Twelve Golden Men, but all of them are in vain for a while. Those monks have tried to get close and want to break through with force, but the Twelve Golden People, after all, are sharp weapons forged by gathering soldiers from all over the world.

Their cultivation base can't cause any harm to the Twelve Gold people.

If it weren't for the golden men guarding the entrance of the imperial mausoleum, many people would have died in this attempt.

But even now, there is still no progress, but a lot of damage has been done.

Although I've seen the talk about Buddhism and Taoism, I'm still a little dazed.

Dong Yuefeng sighed: In this world, there is really practice.

Wei Yuan understood the complexity in Dong Yuefeng's heart.

The theory of Taoism and Buddhism is of great significance, but after all, it is separated by a layer and has little to do with him. It feels unreal, and these archaeological and historical matters are Dong Yuefeng's full-time job. These things have spent a lifetime of experience, so I feel even more touched.

A steaming meal of steamed mutton, topped with two tablespoons of spicy oil.

In just one meal, Wei Yuan had a clear understanding of the current situation on Lishan Mountain.

Then he took Dong Yuefeng's car and drove from Chang'an to Lishan.

The original scenic spot has now been blocked by the special operations team, and ordinary people are not allowed to approach. After Wei Yuan entered, he saw that a place a hundred steps away from the Lishan Emperor's Mausoleum had become a temporary camp, crowded with researchers. and monks.

Everyone is in a hurry, devoting themselves to their tasks, their faces are tired, but their eyes are bright, even if they look at it from the most mundane and insignificant perspective, participating in such a huge thing will have great impact on their future careers. There is a huge help.

And more people actually have higher pursuits in their hearts.

A few people greeted Dong Yuefeng, and Wei Yuan glanced at the unfamiliar face, and stopped paying attention. A middle-aged man tiredly put down the data set in his hand, and saw Dong Yuefeng and Wei Yuan behind him. Yuan Yuan frowned and said, Professor Dong, there are already enough people here.

He said in a very rude tone:

Who is this? I don't remember such a person who studied the history of the Qin Dynasty.

The more people there are, the more troublesome things will be.

He was brought in as Wei Yuan as a related household.

Dong Yuefeng said: This is the owner of the guard I told you before, and he has a lot of research on historical relics.

...Museum owner?

The middle-aged man frowned, and said: I admit that this museum owner may have a lot of knowledge in general history, but what we need now are professionals. There are already too many people here, and there will be trouble if there are more people. .”

Dong Yuefeng frowned and said, I didn't bring any students with me this time.

I can vouch for Master Wei's knowledge, you can regard him as my assistant.

I'd rather you bring your students.

The middle-aged man still had a dispute with Dong Yuefeng in a somewhat unreasonable manner. The researchers around him took it easy and avoided the two of them, focusing on their own affairs, not daring to meddle in the problems between the two masters .

Wei Yuan was about to speak.

A young researcher said: Professor Liu, I think this museum owner should have real skills. Everyone looked over in astonishment, but they did not expect that someone would dare to interrupt Professor Liu. A man with simple and plain clothes, peaceful eyes, and a straight back.

A cohesive, capable feeling like a sword is very conspicuous in this somewhat tired crowd.

Professor Liu said, ...do you know him?

The young man said: I believe that Professor Dong will not be mistaken.

Besides, Professor Dong should value such a big matter as much as you, Professor Liu.

The middle-aged man pondered for a while, and was persuaded by the last sentence. He just wanted to push away those people who planned to come here to gain qualifications. He was too annoyed before, and he was too tired. Pay attention, nodded, and sighed: ... also.

Then Professor Dong, the head of the guard, will study with you.

In the field of history, the middle-aged man known for his rigor took a step back. Dong Yuefeng was not interested in fighting with him. After talking to Wei Yuan, he hurried about his own affairs, and the temporary camp resumed his busy schedule. In an orderly state, Wei Yuan turned his head to see the researcher who was talking to him, and thanked him.

The young researcher shook his head with a smile, and said: It's nothing, it's Professor Liu who annoyed those people so much that he regarded you as someone who came in through the back door, but I believe Professor Dong's vision, besides, I saw your appearance , I know that you should be an expert, and ordinary people must be frightened when they come in.

Even other researchers are not as calm as you.

Wei Yuan looked at the researcher and said, You are...

The young man stared at Wei Yuan and said:

My surname is Zhang, and Zhang's bow is called Zhang Shaorong.

Wei Yuan said, My name is Wei Yuan.

……………………

The entrance to the imperial mausoleum was guarded by the Daqin Jinren.

Within a hundred steps, no one dared to approach the past.

Because Zhang Ruosu also knew that there must be some force secretly watching the tomb of the first emperor, so he attached great importance to the nearby guards, especially within a hundred steps of the emperor's tomb, basically no one was allowed to approach, Wei Yuan once passed in secret Once there, I even found out that there is a Taoist true cultivator who grants the five thunders.

During this period of time, he was flipping through various fragments of ancient books sorted out by the researchers.

While searching secretly, who is the most likely to guide those who touch Captain Jin.

In the past few days, he has not had much contact with most of the researchers, except for Dong Yuefeng, that is, he has a close relationship with Zhang Shaorong. This quiet researcher has a very deep understanding of the ancient relics and classics of the Qin Dynasty. Things, even he, who lived in that era, didn't know much about them.

After all, strictly speaking, the Black Ice Platform he belongs to is only responsible for fighting.

At most, protection and exploration are added, and the era of Daqin is of course not just these.

As for Zhang Shaorong, he had his own considerations about the laws and crafts of the Qin Dynasty.

On the other hand, Wei Yuan had similar ideas to Zhang Shaorong's in many matters. On the third day, the two of them integrated the classics and documents, and crossed out a certain guess about the twelve golden men. Now they are at a stage where It is a period of constant trial and error.

Of course, for Wei Yuan, he is certain that he can go in directly.

But it doesn't make sense.

He intends to stay here for the time being and do some business on the sidelines. Anyway, Gonggong just fell asleep, and his need for the Mohist sword is not very urgent, and since the secret person deliberately exposed this information, it is obviously a If they want to muddy the water and make things easier, then they will definitely come here.

By the time……

Zhang Shaorong put away the classics and said:

Master Wei, it's rare that things happened last night for the time being, why don't we just spread out around here?

Wei Yuan recovered from his contemplation and nodded.

The two mentioned something to Dong Yuefeng, and then stepped out. The imperial mausoleum was on the Lishan Mountain. Looking down from the height, the whole Lishan Mountain looked like a black horse. The two watched it for a while, and then found a family outside. Noodle House.

Zhang Shaorong stretched out two fingers: Two bowls of mutton in a water basin.

Two Roujiamo, a bowl of cucumber, and two bottles of wine.

The boss knew that these people were researchers, so he smiled and said, Roujiamo is fine?

Would you like two more bowls of biangbiang noodles? You can also eat Roujiamo outside. This kind of noodles is different. You have to go to Laoshan to eat authentic ones. Moreover, the word biang also has its origin. Legend has it that The name given by the first emperor.

It's said that the first emperor was used to delicacies from mountains and seas, and then lost his appetite. One day, the minister served biangbiang noodles, and his appetite whetted. He ate several bowls at once, and felt that since the emperor had eaten the noodles, he couldn't give them to ordinary people, so I deliberately wrote difficult characters so that ordinary people would not be able to write.

Zhang Shaorong said: How is it possible... that person is not like this.

Majestic, how could he condescend to the point of haggling with the common people?

He said with a smile: Besides, in that era, how many people can write, as long as they can say no, it's fine. The superiors say what the superiors say, and the people eat what the people say.

The boss scratched his head and said:

There are also other sayings. He was a poor scholar. When he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, he had no money to eat, so he exchanged words for a meal and named him this.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and said:

The Qin Dynasty didn't go to Beijing to catch the exam. In other eras, if you went to Beijing to catch the exam, you wouldn't go to Xianyang City.

Another rumor, that scholar is Li Si.

Zhang Shaorong said: That's why I don't want to eat.

Just mutton, add more coriander, and two heads of garlic.

The boss readily agreed, without any embarrassment or other emotions.

Soon two large bowls of mutton with meat were brought up. Large pieces of mutton, vermicelli, clear soup, sprinkled with coriander, chopped green onion, poured a large spoonful of red oily spicy pepper, stir it, The aroma came out immediately, and the boss sent two more naans.

It can be broken into small pieces and thrown into the soak to eat, or it can be eaten directly with mutton soup.

I also took two bottles of local Bingfeng drink from Shaanxi.

The two talked about this matter while eating. Wei Yuan saw that Zhang Shaorong was obviously not used to it, but still choked on garlic so badly that his eyes almost burst into tears, and his eye sockets were flushed. Wei Yuan said: Are you not used to eating garlic?

Zhang Shaorong said: Our place...don't eat this.

Wei Yuan laughed and said, It's rare that there's a place where you don't eat garlic.

Let me tell you, you have to use food to suppress the spiciness of this thing. You can add it with butter and passion herbs to enhance the flavor. It tastes good when roasted, but I'm still used to eating it raw. Of course, garlic fans The scallops are not in it, but the taste is still very good, if I have a chance, I will take you to eat it.

While eating, Zhang Shaorong nodded and said with a smile, I don't know how long this will take.

We have to work together too.

Wei Yuan, just call me Shaorong.

His voice paused, and he said with a smile: Besides, the title of Master of the Guard is too unreasonable.

Wei Yuan, Wei Yuan...can I call you A Yuan?

Wei Yuan nodded and said, Of course there is no problem.

But you still don't eat garlic.

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, he pushed the tissue over, and said, The garlic here is strong, you are a big man, your eyes are tearing up, and your eyes are red, don't force yourself if you are not used to it, others still What did you think I did to you?

It's okay, A Yuan, I think it's quite fragrant.

Zhang Shaorong grinned and insisted.

As soon as he looked up, Ton Ton Ton Ton had to drink a bottle of ice-cold Bingfeng to suppress the deadly spicy taste.

The air he exhaled was full of spicy taste, and he was about to speak.

At this time, both he and Wei Yuan received a call.

It belongs to Dong Yuefeng.

They found a way to enter the imperial tomb!

………………

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu pondered over the aftermath of the birth of the emperor's mausoleum.

More importantly, contemplate the possible actions of practitioners in other nearby realms.

Qin, Qin Mo, this era is not so simple.

China is a mess.

At this time, the old Taoist flipped through the documents in his hands, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously exerted force on his palms to hold those few lines tightly.

The tomb of Marquis Wuyang of the Han Dynasty was stolen.

The weapon is missing.

Marquis Wuyang...

A name instantly appeared in Zhang Ruosu's mind.

Wuyang Dao welcomes, Yandi Yousou. In the royal family of Xuanli, the bandits are Juewu.

It is always in the Hongmen, wearing the Emperor Yu. Shrugging and scoffing at the item, hiding tears and enlightening the Lord.

Marquis Wuyang of the Han Dynasty, one of the generals who destroyed the Qin Dynasty, a hero of the Hongmen, a fierce general who founded the country——

Fan Kuai.

PS: Today's first update... 4,000 words.

Difficult to write, my brain hurts.