Millennium drunk

Of course Lan Zui thought of asking someone to help, but she didn't dare to use it.Mengzheng didn't understand the current situation in the industry.From ancient times to the present, the business of tomb robbery has never been broken. Official robbers and civilian robbers emerge in endlessly. Those who are capable dig mountains and rocks to dig imperial tombs, while those who are incapable dig earth and dig holes to find small households.After thousands of years, no matter how many tombs there are, it is impossible to resist digging in this way. Often a tomb comes and goes, and in the end even the bones of the tomb owner can't be kept, and they have to be taken out and sold.The robbery holes were dug layer upon layer like a honeycomb, and they gave up after being picked up until there was no soil left.In this situation, one can imagine how precious a tomb that has never been discovered is.

Lan Zui and Rong Shisan are Taoists, and they know that almost [-]% of the shops that fiddle with rubbings of ancient monuments and ancient documents are eyeliners buried in various places, which they call their roots.Most of these digen shopkeepers are confidantes or relatives of each family. For example, Uncle Zhong is the digen shopkeeper of the Lan family, and they cannot be bribed at all.They couldn't understand the silk book left by Qingxiao, and they didn't know if there was any content about Xia Ruoqing's body or the whereabouts of Jun Yihuang's tomb, so they didn't dare to hand over the text to others for interpretation, for fear Leaked the wind and was taken a step ahead.

In He Lanfu's tomb, Lan Zui had already suffered from Yu Chen's loss. When it came to Jun Yihuang's soul, she was no longer willing to take the risk of going to the ground with others.

After listening to Lan Zui's explanation, Meng Zheng also had a gloomy expression on his face, obviously his wishful thinking had been shattered.She thought for a while, and then said: "Since you are afraid that your peers will get the news first, then hand it over to the head office of those professors who specialize in ancient literature. We will give it separately, and they are all old scholars who are obsessed with research. As for being so sensitive about the location of the mausoleum."

"That's weird." Lan Zui said with a look of being stupid, "There are only so many people who study ancient prose, and it happens that there are even fewer people who study Beiyan Mengqi prose. They are all very familiar with it. Yes. Even if you give it separately, they will know each other’s needs, and even put together the whole article, which is worse than giving to their peers. And now that the tomb of Princess Beiyan (He Lanfu’s tomb) has been robbed, their nerves have collapsed. Tight, if there is any trouble, report it to the police. By then we will still be playing with wool?"

"This won't work, and that won't work, so what do you think should be done?" Lan Zui completely denied the solution that he thought would work for a moment, and Meng Zheng couldn't help getting angry.

"It's not impossible." Lan Zui looked at Meng Zheng with evil intentions in his eyes, "I think your method of stuffing words into sentences to push the meaning is quite good. Isn't it just that there are fewer documents? This is simple , Brother Thirteen and I made it up. I will leave the rest to you."

"What?" Meng Zheng's already round and big eyes widened instantly.Did Lan Zui treat her like a coolie?You have to know that she and Bai Suhe have been spelling together for almost a week before they can even guess one-tenth of the new characters. When are you going? "

"You have to know that this is not only looking for Yihuang's soul, but also your body." Lan Zui laughed aggressively, "If other people find out the news first, and if Xia Ruoqing's bones are also preserved He Lanfu's is still intact, I guess Xia Ruoqing was either carried by those colleagues and sold abroad for exhibitions, or was touched and cut by scholars for research, can you bear it?"

As soon as Meng Zheng imagined it, a black line appeared on his face.

She can't stand it.

So she had to obediently be a coolie.

I have to say that the efficiency of Lan Zui and Rong Shisan is really leveraged.

People in this world who prefer antiques have their own preferences, and most of them are paranoid.Especially when it comes to rubbings of ancient texts, some people are even more persistent, vowing to collect all the letters of a certain master or the unofficial history of a certain place throughout their lives.To put it in a modern way, most of the people who play these games have extremely severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and they will not die if they don't collect them all.Therefore, when Lan Zui and Rong Shisan respectively arranged for people to collect information related to Beiyan Mengqi Wen, they didn't feel suspicious, they just thought that there was another fool in the world who was burning too much money.

The Beiyanmengqi Clan has not existed for a long time, and there are few documents left behind, but money can make ghosts pervert, not to mention that the Rong family and the Lan family have a lot of connections. In less than ten days, the antique world has been turned upside down , Documents related to the Mengqi tribe were continuously photographed and passed on through computers.

Bai Suhe's head grew dizzy when he read books since he was a child, and the big study room at home was more of a decoration.For Jun Yihuang, it was extremely difficult to identify the silk book Bai Suhe. Now that he saw the printed information, his eyes turned green, and he slipped away faster than anyone else under the pretext of sealing the evil spirit of superseding.This time, Mengzheng's life became more and more difficult, but she still couldn't get mad and lose her temper, so she could only maintain her little daughter-in-law status, squatting in the study and reading one book after another.

In the end, Rong Shisan couldn't stand it anymore, and spent nights with Junyihuang in the graveyard to count bugs, and in the daytime with Mengzheng in the study to count earthworms.

Time flies like water, and time flies like a shuttle.Through the hard work of the Bai family every night, the seal of Bai Yingyan's family week finally became more and more stable.At the same time, Mengzheng's understanding of the Mengqiwen is also advancing by leaps and bounds, making rapid progress.

Just like many children now put English words into sentences to understand and then recite, Mengzheng's method is really useful.She and Bai Suhe intercepted a section of information that they didn't understand. There were about a hundred words in total. After more than half a month of groping and guessing, she actually guessed about [-]% to [-]%.More importantly than translating the entire chapter information, she and Rong Shisan discovered that there were five words in a page of rubbings from the Lan family, which were exactly the same as the five words in the chapter, and the order had not been changed.

This is a pretty important clue.Mengzheng caught Bai Suhe and studied the rubbings carefully, and found that it was a miniature version of the rubbings.The original stele is located in Mok, and it describes a long poem circulated in the local area.The culture of long poems was originally a long narrative poem passed down orally by herdsmen from generation to generation. Most of these long narrative poems recorded major events in local history, and half of them added the fantasies and praises of later generations. They are very long and complicated. It often takes ten years or so to recite repeatedly.I don't know if any senior was afraid that the younger generation would have a bad memory and misremember the words and sentences that would distort the memory of future generations, so he had a whim to engrave this long poem on a stone tablet, so it has been passed down to this day.

After years of wind and sand erosion, most of the characters on the stele have been weathered and blurred, only a section in the middle can be seen clearly.It is precisely this paragraph that can still be seen clearly, and the same words as those on the green silk silk book remain.

But what is painful is that this word, these five characters, belong to one of the [-]-[-]% that Meng Zheng did not translate.

In addition to these five words, there are still a few characters in the rubbings that can be read clearly.After Meng Zheng and Bai Suhe analyzed it, they thought it seemed to describe a kind of scenery, which was described in the poem: it is as tall as a mountain, it is as gentle as a spring breeze, it is as sweet as clear water, and its fragrance makes people fall asleep in the arms of their mother again , its beauty is enough to pierce the eyes of a man.It is a wooden support!Fantastic wooden bracket!Holy peg! A wooden support for xxxxx!

Of course, the original words and sentences must be much more beautiful than the translated ones, but Meng Zheng doesn't care if they are good or not. She feels like throwing up when she sees Mengqi's text these days, and now she just wants to get things done quickly.

Those five x's are naturally those five words that are incomprehensible but extremely important.

How to do?

Mengzheng threw the book away and stared at Lan Zui, she swore that she would never study it any more, and would rather send Xia Ruoqing's body abroad for exhibition.

Bai Suhe turned her head, pretending that it was nothing to do with her.

Jun Yihuang didn't respond, just took the tablet and studied it over and over again.

Lan Zui spread out his hands, pulled Rong Shisan to pack and pack up.

Now that the evil spirit seal is stable, Jun Yihuang is almost recovered, Meng Zheng can't study it, Bai Suhe doesn't want to study it, so besides going straight to the location of the stele, do they have any other choice?

Mork.

Today's Mo Ke, at a glance, looks desolate.

The desolation is due to the increasingly serious desertification, and the endless sandstorms cover the sky. Even if rows of anti-pests are planted around Mok, they still can't stop the fine, soft and pervasive dust.

The houses are yellow-gray, the clothes are yellow-gray, and the faces of people are also yellow-gray.

Desertification erosion, lack of water resources, no stable source of income, and poor living conditions forced some people to leave their hometowns and look for a more suitable place to live.Those who still stay in the local area are either the elderly or those who have no means of livelihood after leaving.

So Mork is dirty and lifeless, and everyone's eyes are calm, hopeless, and completely dull.If there is not another road built here, it is like a stone completely forgotten in the yellow sand by time, and will eventually be covered and buried by the yellow sand.

Lan Zui and the others all changed into local attire and covered their heads with only a pair of eyes exposed.Rong Shisan is also dressed like a local man, but his face is exposed. Compared with the local people's dry skin and old and haggard face, one can tell at a glance how prosperous he usually lives life.

Finding out that the location of the stele is on the edge of Mork, Rong Shisan immediately took out the banknotes and rented a local car, driven by a local man, to take them to the location of the stele.

Mo Ke didn't have a car, and the car couldn't stand the violent wind and sand here.The car they rented looks more like a war chariot from the Warring States period, with four huge wheels, an empty car, surrounded by a thick circle of camouflage cloth to cover the wind and sand, and two listless horses in front of the car. The horse, drawn by the coachman, staggered and panted, dragging the carriage behind and the five people in the carriage, and walked forward slowly and reluctantly.