Mount Li is not as dangerous as Mount Hua, and not as high as Mount Tai. Any mountain that the Five Mountains can easily crush Mount Li. On this 9.6 million square kilometers of land, this mountain seems to be quite unknown, but Mount Li is not possessed by many mountains and peaks on this land of China. That is the first tomb of the ages, and the Mausoleum of the First Emperor was built at the foot of Mount Li.__New_Latest C-Quick Ae on Y-Current.d Jiang-h.com 0

There have been so many legends about this tomb over the past thousands of years, and are full of countless rumors. They have been cast with a mysterious color. Until now, research on the imperial tomb has never stopped. However, people in the world cannot understand this tomb. Even the little bit of knowledge is just speculation and inference. There are probably very few people in the world who know the truth.

Among these few people, three now appeared together in a small courtyard in Qin Village behind Mount Li, including Xiang Que from Gujing Temple, Wang Xianzhi, the previous generation of knife-makers, and Wang Second Floor, who guarded the imperial tomb.

That night, after the sunset, in the courtyard of Qin Village, three people stood with their hands behind their backs and looked up at the Mausoleum of the Shihuang. The waning moon in the sky was like a hook. This is the day with the heaviest yin energy in January, also called the Yin Sun.

Wang Erlou turned his head, frowned and looked at Wang Xianzhi and said: Why haven’t the person arrived yet? If you missed today, you have to wait for another month. One month ago, what happened in a month? Who can tell me and him clearly?

Wang Xianzhi replied lightly.

Xiang Que smiled and looked at Zheng's son who was squatting on the ground and playing with his fingers, saying: His father must be more anxious than you. You can rest assured on the second floor.

At this time, on the east side of Mount Li, two figures were rushing towards Qin Village.

Wang Jingzhe said impatiently: Where is there such a rush? He got off the train and was in a hurry. Can't we find a place to settle for a night and then leave?

Shut up! Xiaocao scolded impatiently.

Wang Jingzhe immediately stopped and muttered: I was inexplicably anxious, it’s time again?

After leaving Sichuan, Wang Jingzhe and Xiaocao took a train to Chang'an. They arrived in Chang'an more than an hour ago. At the station, they took a taxi and arrived at the foot of Mount Li. When they got off the bus, they rushed to Qin Village behind Mount Li without stopping. They were always on the road.

After a moment, two young figures appeared on the village road in Qin Village.

In the courtyard in front, Wang Xianzhi's slightly frowning brow relaxed a little: "There's a person."

Xiang Que pulled down and squatted on the ground and played with his fingers for a long time, and said to him softly: As your father, I can only do so much, because the fact is so realistic. If I can go to the nine heavens to embrace the moon or go to the five oceans to catch turtles to save you, I will definitely be willing to do anything. But the cruelty of reality is that I have been running for you for many years, but I can never find a way to change your fate for you. Now the hope I can hold is this ray of luck in heaven. Son, take care of it.

Xiang Zheng: Hehe

When Wang Jingzhe came to the courtyard and saw the three people standing with their hands behind their backs, the expressions on his face were quite wonderful, and several expressions were mixed together, with surprise, puzzled, confused, confused and confused. Although he had lost his memory, he did not lose his martial arts skills. He could only taste them at a glance. These three people were definitely the legendary peerless masters.

Especially when seeing Wang Xianzhi, Wang Jingzhe's head was blank for three or four seconds, father and son were connected to heart and blood. This is a kind of family affection that cannot be cut off in any way.

Just like in some TV series or movies, when parents and children who have been separated for many years suddenly meet, they will always inexplicably develop a familiar resonance, probably because of blood.

The conversation between Wang Jingzhe and Wang Xianzhi was very brief, and it was clear and peaceful, just like they had sat on a table this morning for breakfast and left home, and met in the evening without any excitement or tears.

Wang Xianzhi nodded at him and said: Come on?

Wang Jingzhe said ah and said: Come!

It's timely. Let's leave now. The time is almost the same. I don't know anything. On the way, I'll tell you again. Wang Xianzhi took his hands behind his back and walked out of the courtyard.

Wang Jingzhe took a deep breath and whispered to Xiaocao: Recently, I have been calling you, and then you still have a mysterious look on your face. Is it him?

Otherwise, which man do you think it is?

Why didn't you say it earlier?

You didn't ask me, Xiaocao rolled her eyes and said.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly stopped and was speechless.

A moment later, the father and son walked side by side in front, and Wang Xianzhi described the reason for this Mausoleum of the First Emperor in Mount Li in a chatty tone. Our ancestors of the Wang family have been knives for generations. The world has always asserted that we Chaoge knives have determined life and death. The gods have calculated the universe and predicted the affairs of the dead. May I ask the knives for the sake of the death.

When Wang Jingzhe heard this, he was speechless, but his heart was filled with horror.

We are prophets traveling around the world, and we are also proficient in Feng Shui and Yin and Yang. When we enter the world, we always carry a few kitchen knives on our bodies, walking around the streets and alleys. We often leave a prophecy wherever we pass. The sword-credit man is very mysterious. It is because the world does not know much about us, but we have also spread it among the markets. It is because the legends about sword-credit man have never stopped from ancient times to the present.

The sword-credit man sees the way of heaven, foresees the past, knows the secrets of heaven, and solves all doubts, but he also leaves the root of disaster. Wang Xianzhi sighed and said quietly: The way of heaven has reincarnation. God has given us too many things to the people in the sword-credit lineage, and it is not for nothing for no reason. Every three generations of sword-credit man will be punished by God because he has leaked too many secrets. The five evils committed by the sword-credit man in the sword-credit man are all on the Wang family who have been in the three generations.

Wang Xianzhi looked at Wang Jingzhe when he said this. He did not ask back, and he suddenly realized it. Wang Jingzhe nodded and said: It just happened that when I arrived at me, it happened to be the third generation again?

Wang Xianzhi nodded and said: For the sake of the heavenly condemnation you have received, your sister and I have been traveling around over the years but have never been able to break this curse. So some time ago, I discussed with the Winter Sora, thinking about whether we can use a bowl of Mengpo soup to get you back to the stove, and see if the heavenly condemnation you will find a sign of cracking.

Then what?
Chapter completed!