The female thief wearing night clothes looked vigilantly for a while, lowered her head, bent her waist, and penetrated into the dark hole.
call!
In the darkness, she let out a light breath, Mars rose and a cluster of flames burned quietly.
The fire chute emitted an orange halo, dispelling the darkness around her. She held the fire chute and looked at the hole walls for a few times. The traces of manual excavation were very obvious.
The woman in black reached her free hand to her waist, with a short blade pinned there.
The short blade slowly unsheathed without making any sound. The fire-colored halo illuminated the blade, appearing as dark as it swallowed the light.
This weapon is called Moya, which is mainly made of the fangs of the black iron and the ink-scale beast. It has been refined for a month and is one of the most proud works of Song Qing of Sitianjian.
In addition, the great formation master Yang Qianhuan personally burned the formation for Moya, making it one of the top magic weapons under the peerless divine weapon.
Ink teeth have three formations. The first level is to bless the blade, making it sharper and cut iron like mud; the second level is to bless the blade body, enhancing its toughness, even if the fourth-grade warrior cannot be easily damaged; the third level is short-distance teleportation, without a trace, which is very suitable for close attacks.
The woman in black held the fire stick in one hand and held the ink teeth in the other hand, and walked slowly forward.
Along the way, she did not encounter an ambush. The corridor of the cave was not long. She walked to the end soon, and at the end was a stone chamber.
The furnishings of this stone chamber are very simple. There is a stone plate similar to a millstone in the center, with a diameter of about two meters. The stone plate is carved with twisted runes, densely packed.Oil bowls are inlaid on the stone wall.
There is nothing else other than that.
The woman in black looked carefully for a moment, then walked around the wall, checking every oil bowl, where dust fell, the wicks dried up, and no one had added oil to them for a long time.
Every oil bowl can be easily picked up, and there is no mechanism.When you hit the wall, you heard a heavy echo, which proved that there was no secret connection or mechanism in the wall.
After checking, the woman in black approached the stone plate. She knocked and beat and was extremely cautious and was highly vigilant.
A quarter of an hour later, the fire broke out and she blew up another fire broke.
Pingyuan Bo Mansion is a mansion granted by the emperor. The royal family has strict standards for building mansions, so it must be the best place to choose Feng Shui.In Beijing, what location is better than the location where the dragon vein is located?So this provides the possibility of earth escape teleportation.
Li Miaozhen once said that it is difficult to practice the earth escape method, and there is no possibility that Ping Yuanbo and the secret spy of Huaiwang are both controlling this secret method. Therefore, this stone plate is the earth escape method teleportation formation, which requires special techniques to activate.After startup, it will be transferred to the corresponding place.Where would that place be, somewhere in the palace?
When Hengyuan was furious, he broke into the mansion. Ping Yuanbo must have thought of escaping into this tunnel and escaping through teleportation.But he failed. Perhaps he was beaten to death by Hengyuan as soon as he opened the secret passage...
But Hengyuan didn't know anything about other things, and it was impossible to think of too many things based on a secret passage alone. Moreover, it was normal for a noble mansion to build a secret passage in the noble mansion.But in... his eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die.
So far, my speculation has been verified and there are no mistakes.I don’t know if the guy Xu Qi'an didn’t expect it or ignored it temporarily.I always feel that he knows more, for example, why does His Majesty regularly collect a group of people, and what does he do with those innocent people?
The woman in black fell into deep thought.
After a long time, she sighed, restrained her thoughts, stared at Shi Pan carefully, and memorized all the details accurately in her mind.
Then, she held the fire note and quickly left the secret room.
……
June 18th, the beginning of autumn!
After the third sacrifice, the day of the army finally arrived.
Early that morning, Wei Yuan led a group of generals, riding horses, set out from the main road of the imperial city, and headed towards the army camp outside the capital.
Going through the market is an indispensable process. Earning the list and going to the battle have always been a major national event. You must go through the market and be publicly advertised.
In the huge team of hundreds of people, Wei Yuan was at the forefront. He was still dressed in blue, with gray hair and elegant and handsome.
Just like back then.
The main roads were filled with people. After so long publicity and warm-up, the people had already accepted the war and watched the team travel silently.
In the crowd, a gray-haired old man stared at Xi Qingyi calmly, and suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears.
Dad, why are you crying?
The young man asked blankly beside the old man.
Duke Wei, Duke Wei finally led his troops again...
The old man held his son's hand tightly, and the joy and sorrow were mixed: When my father joined the army, he came back with him even when he followed Mr. Wei.Twenty-one years have passed in a flash, and Duke Wei is still the same as before, but his temples are gray.At that time, I remember that His Majesty was standing at the top of the city, beating the drums himself, and seeing off Duke Wei.
His Majesty beats the drum... The young son's eyes widened, looking disbelief.
Many older people, when they saw the scene of the leader of the Confucian scholars in Qing Dynasty, remembered the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year.
I remembered that there was also a military god in Dafeng, and that I remembered that the Confucian scholar in the blue who could not stand up when he was suppressed by the King of Zhenbei.
Especially the old man who had joined the army, when he saw Wei Qing's soldiers again, he was either crying, excited, or mixed with sadness and joy.
Duke Wei is Duke Wei Ah...
Twenty years have passed, and twenty years have passed, and finally I saw Duke Wei lead his troops again.
After so many years, I almost forgot the scenery of Duke Wei leading thousands of troops to fight the west. Duke Wei Ah, why did you hide in the court after the Shanhaiguan Battle? Do you know how sad the brothers were back then...
It is difficult for young people to understand the feelings of the older generation, and it is difficult to understand how brilliant the Qingyi was in the past.
On the street, Xu Pingzhi, who was responsible for maintaining public order, stared blankly at the waist and hips, and felt like a dream.
Lord Baihu, you also fought the Shanhaiguan Battle back then. Duke Wei is really that amazing?
A young sword guard asked in a low voice.
For our generation, when Mr. Wei is there, the morale of the army is there.He is the kind of person who makes people willing to die for it.Xu Pingzhi sighed:
It is difficult for young people of your generation to understand us back then.But sooner or later, you will experience it.Well, wait until you finish the Witch God Sect.
I heard that during the Shanhaiguan Battle, His Majesty personally beat the drums on the top of the city?Another Imperial Sword Guard asked.
The Battle of Shanhaiguan is naturally different from the survival of the country.This time, I can't see it.Xu Pingzhi said regretfully.
Behind Wei Yuan, Jiang Luzhong and others followed Wei Qingyi to the war. When they heard the discussions of the people on the street, they couldn't help but think of the past.
During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, Dafeng and his troops were put into war. The dragon robe stood on the top of the city and beat the drums to see him off. What a glorious scenery.
How great would it be if Your Majesty could beat the drums and send them off!
The old people from that time thought sincerely.
But Your Majesty was not the wise monarch of that time. Emperor Jing of Yuan at that time was wise and powerful, diligent in government affairs, and swept away the seriousness of the late emperor's period.
Your Majesty is now addicted to practicing Taoism and has been lazy in politics for many years.
Things have changed.
On the top of the city, civil officials led by Wang Zhenwen, military generals led by several dukes, and royal families led by the prince lined up at the top of the city, silently staring at the end of the spacious main road below, and slowly coming.
When Wei Yuan went on a war, His Majesty personally climbed the top of the city and beat the drum to see him off.This made the capital city unite.Wang Zhenwen sighed.
The old ministers who had experienced the Shanhaiguan Battle were slightly tranced.
I said why no one beats the drums on the city wall? It turns out that no one is qualified anymore.The Minister of War suddenly said.
Twenty years ago, he was not a Beijing official and worked in another place.
Upon hearing this, the prince, the fourth prince and others had a slightly hot look. If they could imitate their father and beat the drums to see him off, they would make a big splash.
However, most royal families just think about it casually and dare not really do this.
There were only two people who could do this on the spot, one was the crown prince of the East Palace and the other was the fourth prince of the legitimate son of the queen.
Beside the prince, Lin'an, wearing a fiery palace outfit, pursed his lips and imagined the scene, and became a little confused for a moment:
My father must have been unparalleled in his charity back then.
I really want to watch the scene where my father beats the drum and sees off again.
Huaiqing also showed some expectations, what is the attention of everyone and the light is shining?
The top scholar who was named on the Golden List was riding a horse and parading on the street. It was also considered a famous work heirloom at the poetry meeting. At this time, Wei Yuan was considered a person. When his father wore a dragon robe and rode drums for thousands of troops, he was also considered a person.
The prince and the fourth prince were a little moved.
Since my father doesn’t come, then I will beat the drums myself and the army will go on the battle. How can no one beat the drums?The prince said excitedly.
He knew that doing this would lead to a certain degree of prejudice, but this kind of thing was not a taboo in the ritual system after all, and even if the father knew about it, he would at most be unhappy.And he can gain a huge reputation.
After weighing the pros and cons, the prince was eager to try.
The fourth prince frowned and was about to refute, but he heard Huaiqing's voice transmission: Fourth brother, you are not qualified enough.
The fourth prince sent a message in anger: Who is still qualified?
Speaking of which, the Fourth Prince is quite outstanding among the princes, and he is a seventh-grade warrior.
Huaiqing shook his head without answering.
Your Highness the Crown Prince!
Wang Zhenwen blocked the prince's way toward the drum, and said warmly:
In terms of identity, if you do this inappropriately, it will make Your Majesty unhappy.In terms of fame, you lack some qualifications.For Wei Yuan, you are still lacking some qualifications.
The prince frowned: Who is qualified to see the Prime Minister?
Wang Zhenwen's eyes flew over his shoulders, looked at the steps, and laughed: The qualified person is here.
Everyone turned around and saw a young man with a sword with a long waist and hips. He walked very slowly. The guards on both sides were trembling as if they were facing a great enemy. They tried hard to draw the sword, but they couldn't pull it out.
There was a flash of light in Huaiqing and Lin'an's beautiful eyes.
Xu Qi'an!
Among the nobles, someone gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.
Xu Qi'an ignored him, nodded to Wang Zhenwen, and then walked straight towards the drum.
The fourth prince's eyes moved slightly and remained silent.
The prince stared at him with sharp eyes, leaning in front of him, blocking his way.
Prince, please give way.Lin'an pushed him out with his elbow.
In terms of identity, he doesn't have to worry about his father no matter how he does it.In terms of reputation, the people in the capital cheered and praised him.For Wei Yuan, he was too qualified... The prince snorted and walked to the side.
Xu Qi'an pulled out the drumsticks and beat the drum hard.
……
Dong!
Dongdong!
Dongdongdongdongdong...
The sound of drums came from the city, first a dull sound, followed by two sounds, and then the sound of drums was densely filled with rain, echoing in the sky.
Everyone, including Wei Yuan, either looked up or looked sideways and looked at the city wall.
Above the city wall, someone beats the drum!
Look, it’s Xu Yinluo!
There were shouts of surprises in the crowd.
It was Xu Yinluo who was beating the drum.
Xu Yinluo is beating drums to see off the army.
The people's emotions suddenly rose, shouting loudly and were full of enthusiasm.
Lin'an sometimes looks at the lowly people, sometimes looks at Xu Qi'an's back, and she smiles brightly and innocently.
Huaiqing's mouth was slightly raised.
Jiang Luzhong and others squinted their eyes, looked at the young and tall figures on the city wall, and listened to the excited cheers of the people, and felt inexplicably dazed.
Back then, the dragon robe beat the drums on the top of the city, and the people in the city cheered like a boil.
Twenty years passed in a flash, and the people who beat the drums changed, and the people still cheered.
They were silent for a moment and suddenly smiled from the bottom of their hearts.
Wei Yuan raised his head and stared at the young man on the top of the city. A hint of relief flashed in his eyes that contained vicissitudes.
There was Wei Yuan twenty years ago, and there was Xu Qi'an twenty years later.
very good!
At this time, it would be even better if you wrote another poem.
So, Wei Yuan laughed loudly and said: Xu Qi'an, can there be a farewell poem?
……
call!
In the darkness, she let out a light breath, Mars rose and a cluster of flames burned quietly.
The fire chute emitted an orange halo, dispelling the darkness around her. She held the fire chute and looked at the hole walls for a few times. The traces of manual excavation were very obvious.
The woman in black reached her free hand to her waist, with a short blade pinned there.
The short blade slowly unsheathed without making any sound. The fire-colored halo illuminated the blade, appearing as dark as it swallowed the light.
This weapon is called Moya, which is mainly made of the fangs of the black iron and the ink-scale beast. It has been refined for a month and is one of the most proud works of Song Qing of Sitianjian.
In addition, the great formation master Yang Qianhuan personally burned the formation for Moya, making it one of the top magic weapons under the peerless divine weapon.
Ink teeth have three formations. The first level is to bless the blade, making it sharper and cut iron like mud; the second level is to bless the blade body, enhancing its toughness, even if the fourth-grade warrior cannot be easily damaged; the third level is short-distance teleportation, without a trace, which is very suitable for close attacks.
The woman in black held the fire stick in one hand and held the ink teeth in the other hand, and walked slowly forward.
Along the way, she did not encounter an ambush. The corridor of the cave was not long. She walked to the end soon, and at the end was a stone chamber.
The furnishings of this stone chamber are very simple. There is a stone plate similar to a millstone in the center, with a diameter of about two meters. The stone plate is carved with twisted runes, densely packed.Oil bowls are inlaid on the stone wall.
There is nothing else other than that.
The woman in black looked carefully for a moment, then walked around the wall, checking every oil bowl, where dust fell, the wicks dried up, and no one had added oil to them for a long time.
Every oil bowl can be easily picked up, and there is no mechanism.When you hit the wall, you heard a heavy echo, which proved that there was no secret connection or mechanism in the wall.
After checking, the woman in black approached the stone plate. She knocked and beat and was extremely cautious and was highly vigilant.
A quarter of an hour later, the fire broke out and she blew up another fire broke.
Pingyuan Bo Mansion is a mansion granted by the emperor. The royal family has strict standards for building mansions, so it must be the best place to choose Feng Shui.In Beijing, what location is better than the location where the dragon vein is located?So this provides the possibility of earth escape teleportation.
Li Miaozhen once said that it is difficult to practice the earth escape method, and there is no possibility that Ping Yuanbo and the secret spy of Huaiwang are both controlling this secret method. Therefore, this stone plate is the earth escape method teleportation formation, which requires special techniques to activate.After startup, it will be transferred to the corresponding place.Where would that place be, somewhere in the palace?
When Hengyuan was furious, he broke into the mansion. Ping Yuanbo must have thought of escaping into this tunnel and escaping through teleportation.But he failed. Perhaps he was beaten to death by Hengyuan as soon as he opened the secret passage...
But Hengyuan didn't know anything about other things, and it was impossible to think of too many things based on a secret passage alone. Moreover, it was normal for a noble mansion to build a secret passage in the noble mansion.But in... his eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die.
So far, my speculation has been verified and there are no mistakes.I don’t know if the guy Xu Qi'an didn’t expect it or ignored it temporarily.I always feel that he knows more, for example, why does His Majesty regularly collect a group of people, and what does he do with those innocent people?
The woman in black fell into deep thought.
After a long time, she sighed, restrained her thoughts, stared at Shi Pan carefully, and memorized all the details accurately in her mind.
Then, she held the fire note and quickly left the secret room.
……
June 18th, the beginning of autumn!
After the third sacrifice, the day of the army finally arrived.
Early that morning, Wei Yuan led a group of generals, riding horses, set out from the main road of the imperial city, and headed towards the army camp outside the capital.
Going through the market is an indispensable process. Earning the list and going to the battle have always been a major national event. You must go through the market and be publicly advertised.
In the huge team of hundreds of people, Wei Yuan was at the forefront. He was still dressed in blue, with gray hair and elegant and handsome.
Just like back then.
The main roads were filled with people. After so long publicity and warm-up, the people had already accepted the war and watched the team travel silently.
In the crowd, a gray-haired old man stared at Xi Qingyi calmly, and suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears.
Dad, why are you crying?
The young man asked blankly beside the old man.
Duke Wei, Duke Wei finally led his troops again...
The old man held his son's hand tightly, and the joy and sorrow were mixed: When my father joined the army, he came back with him even when he followed Mr. Wei.Twenty-one years have passed in a flash, and Duke Wei is still the same as before, but his temples are gray.At that time, I remember that His Majesty was standing at the top of the city, beating the drums himself, and seeing off Duke Wei.
His Majesty beats the drum... The young son's eyes widened, looking disbelief.
Many older people, when they saw the scene of the leader of the Confucian scholars in Qing Dynasty, remembered the Battle of Shanhaiguan that year.
I remembered that there was also a military god in Dafeng, and that I remembered that the Confucian scholar in the blue who could not stand up when he was suppressed by the King of Zhenbei.
Especially the old man who had joined the army, when he saw Wei Qing's soldiers again, he was either crying, excited, or mixed with sadness and joy.
Duke Wei is Duke Wei Ah...
Twenty years have passed, and twenty years have passed, and finally I saw Duke Wei lead his troops again.
After so many years, I almost forgot the scenery of Duke Wei leading thousands of troops to fight the west. Duke Wei Ah, why did you hide in the court after the Shanhaiguan Battle? Do you know how sad the brothers were back then...
It is difficult for young people to understand the feelings of the older generation, and it is difficult to understand how brilliant the Qingyi was in the past.
On the street, Xu Pingzhi, who was responsible for maintaining public order, stared blankly at the waist and hips, and felt like a dream.
Lord Baihu, you also fought the Shanhaiguan Battle back then. Duke Wei is really that amazing?
A young sword guard asked in a low voice.
For our generation, when Mr. Wei is there, the morale of the army is there.He is the kind of person who makes people willing to die for it.Xu Pingzhi sighed:
It is difficult for young people of your generation to understand us back then.But sooner or later, you will experience it.Well, wait until you finish the Witch God Sect.
I heard that during the Shanhaiguan Battle, His Majesty personally beat the drums on the top of the city?Another Imperial Sword Guard asked.
The Battle of Shanhaiguan is naturally different from the survival of the country.This time, I can't see it.Xu Pingzhi said regretfully.
Behind Wei Yuan, Jiang Luzhong and others followed Wei Qingyi to the war. When they heard the discussions of the people on the street, they couldn't help but think of the past.
During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, Dafeng and his troops were put into war. The dragon robe stood on the top of the city and beat the drums to see him off. What a glorious scenery.
How great would it be if Your Majesty could beat the drums and send them off!
The old people from that time thought sincerely.
But Your Majesty was not the wise monarch of that time. Emperor Jing of Yuan at that time was wise and powerful, diligent in government affairs, and swept away the seriousness of the late emperor's period.
Your Majesty is now addicted to practicing Taoism and has been lazy in politics for many years.
Things have changed.
On the top of the city, civil officials led by Wang Zhenwen, military generals led by several dukes, and royal families led by the prince lined up at the top of the city, silently staring at the end of the spacious main road below, and slowly coming.
When Wei Yuan went on a war, His Majesty personally climbed the top of the city and beat the drum to see him off.This made the capital city unite.Wang Zhenwen sighed.
The old ministers who had experienced the Shanhaiguan Battle were slightly tranced.
I said why no one beats the drums on the city wall? It turns out that no one is qualified anymore.The Minister of War suddenly said.
Twenty years ago, he was not a Beijing official and worked in another place.
Upon hearing this, the prince, the fourth prince and others had a slightly hot look. If they could imitate their father and beat the drums to see him off, they would make a big splash.
However, most royal families just think about it casually and dare not really do this.
There were only two people who could do this on the spot, one was the crown prince of the East Palace and the other was the fourth prince of the legitimate son of the queen.
Beside the prince, Lin'an, wearing a fiery palace outfit, pursed his lips and imagined the scene, and became a little confused for a moment:
My father must have been unparalleled in his charity back then.
I really want to watch the scene where my father beats the drum and sees off again.
Huaiqing also showed some expectations, what is the attention of everyone and the light is shining?
The top scholar who was named on the Golden List was riding a horse and parading on the street. It was also considered a famous work heirloom at the poetry meeting. At this time, Wei Yuan was considered a person. When his father wore a dragon robe and rode drums for thousands of troops, he was also considered a person.
The prince and the fourth prince were a little moved.
Since my father doesn’t come, then I will beat the drums myself and the army will go on the battle. How can no one beat the drums?The prince said excitedly.
He knew that doing this would lead to a certain degree of prejudice, but this kind of thing was not a taboo in the ritual system after all, and even if the father knew about it, he would at most be unhappy.And he can gain a huge reputation.
After weighing the pros and cons, the prince was eager to try.
The fourth prince frowned and was about to refute, but he heard Huaiqing's voice transmission: Fourth brother, you are not qualified enough.
The fourth prince sent a message in anger: Who is still qualified?
Speaking of which, the Fourth Prince is quite outstanding among the princes, and he is a seventh-grade warrior.
Huaiqing shook his head without answering.
Your Highness the Crown Prince!
Wang Zhenwen blocked the prince's way toward the drum, and said warmly:
In terms of identity, if you do this inappropriately, it will make Your Majesty unhappy.In terms of fame, you lack some qualifications.For Wei Yuan, you are still lacking some qualifications.
The prince frowned: Who is qualified to see the Prime Minister?
Wang Zhenwen's eyes flew over his shoulders, looked at the steps, and laughed: The qualified person is here.
Everyone turned around and saw a young man with a sword with a long waist and hips. He walked very slowly. The guards on both sides were trembling as if they were facing a great enemy. They tried hard to draw the sword, but they couldn't pull it out.
There was a flash of light in Huaiqing and Lin'an's beautiful eyes.
Xu Qi'an!
Among the nobles, someone gritted his teeth and opened his mouth.
Xu Qi'an ignored him, nodded to Wang Zhenwen, and then walked straight towards the drum.
The fourth prince's eyes moved slightly and remained silent.
The prince stared at him with sharp eyes, leaning in front of him, blocking his way.
Prince, please give way.Lin'an pushed him out with his elbow.
In terms of identity, he doesn't have to worry about his father no matter how he does it.In terms of reputation, the people in the capital cheered and praised him.For Wei Yuan, he was too qualified... The prince snorted and walked to the side.
Xu Qi'an pulled out the drumsticks and beat the drum hard.
……
Dong!
Dongdong!
Dongdongdongdongdong...
The sound of drums came from the city, first a dull sound, followed by two sounds, and then the sound of drums was densely filled with rain, echoing in the sky.
Everyone, including Wei Yuan, either looked up or looked sideways and looked at the city wall.
Above the city wall, someone beats the drum!
Look, it’s Xu Yinluo!
There were shouts of surprises in the crowd.
It was Xu Yinluo who was beating the drum.
Xu Yinluo is beating drums to see off the army.
The people's emotions suddenly rose, shouting loudly and were full of enthusiasm.
Lin'an sometimes looks at the lowly people, sometimes looks at Xu Qi'an's back, and she smiles brightly and innocently.
Huaiqing's mouth was slightly raised.
Jiang Luzhong and others squinted their eyes, looked at the young and tall figures on the city wall, and listened to the excited cheers of the people, and felt inexplicably dazed.
Back then, the dragon robe beat the drums on the top of the city, and the people in the city cheered like a boil.
Twenty years passed in a flash, and the people who beat the drums changed, and the people still cheered.
They were silent for a moment and suddenly smiled from the bottom of their hearts.
Wei Yuan raised his head and stared at the young man on the top of the city. A hint of relief flashed in his eyes that contained vicissitudes.
There was Wei Yuan twenty years ago, and there was Xu Qi'an twenty years later.
very good!
At this time, it would be even better if you wrote another poem.
So, Wei Yuan laughed loudly and said: Xu Qi'an, can there be a farewell poem?
……
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