i have a sword fairy

Chapter 497

At this time, beside the waterfall pool.

Snow Silkworm took out a gizmo similar to a compass, and twirled it with her fingers.

After a few breaths, the water flow upstream of the waterfall seemed to be affected by someone somewhere upstream.

The water flow suddenly became violent and accelerated.

The waterfall is even more spectacular, completely covering the entrance of the imperial mausoleum.

Snow Silkworm looked at the waterfall, nodded, took out a bronze token, and threw it at the silent black-armored guards.

Among the Black Armored Forbidden Army, a leader-like general at the forefront received the copper token, which seemed to be engraved with a crescent moon.

He took a closer look, bowed his hands and saluted.

"Go downstream and don't dirty the pool."

Xue Cang gave some instructions, took out a light veil to cover her face, and then left with the other veiled string girls.

Before leaving, they faced the direction of Jiyue Mountain, bowed their heads and performed a devout crescent moon ceremony, all whispering:
"Two points to the bright moon, leave and return."

At this moment, among the trembling royal mausoleum craftsmen, someone knelt down and begged for mercy:
"Fairy...Fairy! Forgive the villain, I put down my wife and children, and traveled all the way to build the tomb for the late emperor for three years. During this period, I was always in the dark, and I was never careless... Please forgive us!"

"The fairies have a lot of adults..."

"Me too, me too, please forgive me..."

Snow silkworm took the string and left the girls without turning their heads.

They didn't take a look at the imperial mausoleum craftsmen.

As if they didn't exist.

Behind them, those Imperial Mausoleum craftsmen who were vaguely aware of their fate, howled...

Someone wanted to run, but before taking a few steps, they retreated under the cold sword light of the black-armored guardsmen.

On the field, a whole lot of chaos was suppressed.

The black-armored general was tall, wearing a heavier and stronger black armor than other soldiers, covering his face, looking down on the expression on his face. At this time, he was facing the direction where Xuecan and the others were leaving, as if waiting for the girls to go away.

After a while, General Hei Jia turned his head slightly, without looking behind him, he walked towards a certain direction indifferently.

The twenty black-armored guards set off in tacit agreement, pressing down the group of crying imperial mausoleum craftsmen, and following in the footsteps of the former.

That direction is the downstream of the waterfall river...

"Hey Zhao Rong, what are you looking at? Let's go, go up the mountain to see the moon, what's the point of seeing a group of men? Ha, are you bored enough to save people?"

On a certain tree trunk, the sword spirit urged, saying this, it was also amused by itself, and shook its head.

However, a certain young Confucian scholar did not reply.

Gui's words gradually froze, if it could show its face, then it is estimated that Gui's face would gradually become serious at this moment.

"No, you..."

Zhao Rong lowered his head and patted his sticky gray sleeves, thanked him with a light smile, "Good idea, I just happened to be bored, so I'll listen to you."

Words fall.

The two leaves above floated down gently.

There is no one on the tree trunk...

In the forest, a voice said solemnly:
"Zhao Rong, everyone has their own destiny..."

Another voice interrupted softly, "I am also a mortal."

……

At this time, in the lush forest beside the waterfall, the soldiers and torches that originally stood at ten paces had disappeared.

It's as if what happened a while ago never happened.

However, deep in the forest, there is a strange team flowing down the river, heading deeper.

Occasionally, some screams and cries faintly leaked from the gaps in the leaves.

The black-armored general and twenty black-armored guards, pressing down nearly a hundred craftsmen of the royal tomb involved in core secrets, stopped in a deep open space.

The clearing was knee-deep with dead yellow leaves.

It seems that no one has been here for a long, long time.

General Hei Jia stopped immediately and turned around.

Twenty black-armored guards surrounded the craftsmen of the Imperial Mausoleum, brushing and drawing their knives in unison.

Cold light shines everywhere.

It is reflected in the dark faces in the middle covered with despair and ashes.

General Heijia supported the great sword at his waist with one hand, and raised the other hand to shoulder height.

There was three breaths of silence on the field.

The weeping mausoleum craftsmen stared wide-eyed at the general's hand that was about to be put down.

At this moment.

The heavy masked helmet on the black armored general's neck suddenly deflected in a certain direction.

Immediately, a slight sound of feet stepping on leaves resounded in the silent forest.

The soldiers of the imperial army and the craftsmen of the royal tomb looked in that direction with different expressions.

A young Confucian scholar rolled his sleeves and walked from the dark forest to the clear moonlight.

"The general, what kind of token are you holding, I really want to be familiar with it, can you let me hold my eyes?"

The young Confucian scholar smiled.

In the deep space, more than 100 lines of sight fell on others.

There are shock and astonishment in the eyes, as well as hope ignited in the gray...

General Hei Jia was silent, he looked at Zhao Rong quietly for a while, and suddenly said sullenly:
"Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Rong's smile was harmless to humans and animals, and his eyes swept over the motionless feet of the black-armored general as if nothing had happened.

The hand in his sleeve flipped quickly, and he grabbed a small bag containing whale song amber halfway, but he put it back after a while, and took out a silver token instead.

Zhao Rong looked left and right, and came to a place where the moonlight was shining brightly.

He rolled up his sleeves with one hand, and exposed the crescent moon silver medal with the other, facing the moonlight, for everyone to see.

Zhao Rong's tone was curious: "Well, I wonder if there is this bright one below?"

The atmosphere on the field fell silent.

Under the moonlight, the silver medal engraved with the first quarter moon shines brightly.

Many imperial tomb craftsmen who showed some hope were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the young Confucian scholar with puzzled or disappointed expressions.

However, in the next second, there was a series of bangs.

General Heijia and more than 20 elites of the Forbidden Army knelt down brazenly.

A group of imperial mausoleum craftsmen, both old and young, were shocked and looked around in a daze...

The officers and soldiers of the Imperial Army kneeling on the ground respectfully bowed their heads.

In Dali, seeing the crescent moon silver medal is like seeing the empress dowager.

"Well, it seems that the next one is not lit."

The young Confucian scholar muttered, bowed his head and hung such a very useful silver medal on his waist.

Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked forward leisurely, as if on purpose, he walked slowly past the kneeling soldiers and craftsmen of the royal tomb, and finally came to the front of General Heijia.

"You have to see the token first, don't make a mistake by kneeling."

Zhao Rong's tone was soft.

General Heijia raised his head slightly, and seemed to look carefully at the token again, then lowered his head again in the next second, and said sullenly: "Don't dare."

Zhao Rong nodded, "Okay. Well, the empress ordered, and these craftsmen are handed over to me... Well, Feng Chan has some things that require them to contribute, so they can't be killed for the time being."

Speaking of this, he rolled up his clothes, squatted down, and was at the same height as the kneeling Heijia general, stared at his mask, and said seriously:
"When it's over, I have to trouble the general to deal with it."

It seemed that the death had changed from immediate death to chronic death, and the imperial mausoleum craftsmen behind them suddenly showed sadness.

General Hei Jia knelt motionless, lowered his head, and nodded lightly.

Zhao Rong smiled and shook his head, "Listen first, then finish."

Reached out and patted his shoulder:

"The matter of Feng Chan is a very important secret and should not be exposed in the slightest. Therefore, you have worked hard these few days, General, and you have to help me keep it a secret. Also keep your subordinates' mouths under control. After Feng Chan succeeds, I will come to find you in the future and help me get rid of them. ,understand?"

General Hei Jia let go of his grip on the hilt of the sword, and seemed to be relieved, and nodded vigorously.

Raise your hands and clasp your fists in salute.

But at this time, Zhao Rong smiled:
"No, you know too much."

In the blink of an eye, the young Confucian scholar and General Heijia both shot suddenly.

The latter was about to raise his saluting hand, but one suddenly reached forward and grabbed Zhao Rong's wrist, while the other raised quickly, intending to sideways hit his neck.

However, the young Confucian scholar made a movement that went against common sense, leaning back at [-] degrees, avoiding the opponent's neck blow, and at the same time bent his knees and kicked upwards.

In an instant, General Heijia had just jumped into the air, and before he had time to react to change his move, he was kicked in the head by a knee, and flew backwards.

The officers and soldiers of the Forbidden Army who reacted faster around wanted to step forward to help.

However, those two warriors were too fast.

in a blink.

The young Confucian scholar on the ground disappeared again, and appeared next to General Heijia who lost his balance in the air.

The latter was startled and stunned, and wanted to draw the sword skillfully.

However, in an instant, the young Confucian scholar pressed back his hand that was about to draw the sword, unable to get out of the sheath, and with the palm of his other hand, he lightly struck somewhere on the neck of the black armored general.

General Heijia closed his eyes and fainted.

The young Confucian scholar lifted his foot with a smile. The back of his foot caught his body and let him land smoothly. At the same time, he nodded, "Hey, a martial artist in the late Fuyao stage? The chassis is quite solid, but... I can hit ten."

The tone was half joking, half serious.

At this time, the loyal guards around had rushed over.

Zhao Rong clapped his hands, shook his head and turned around...

After more than [-] strong winds passed, there were [-] more dizzy figures of Forbidden Army soldiers on the ground.

The young Confucian scholar standing in the middle shook his sleeves, turned his head to look at the general in black armor on the ground, and smiled lightly:
"This crescent moon silver medal can't hold back you, a little general...Aren't you afraid of the power of being popular, and you are going to report the truth to the Queen Mother? Heh..."

He paused, nodded again, and sighed, "Actually, I did a pretty good job. The soldiers in Dali, and any leader of the imperial army have such acumen... This Dali country is indeed at its peak... But next time When it comes to submissiveness, it's best not to act too fake, I met you today, if you meet other smart people, you won't be so lucky..."

The arena was silent, only the young Confucian scholar was talking to himself.

In the next second, Zhao Rong suddenly turned his head and curled his lips at the craftsmen of the imperial mausoleum:
"Hey, don't be so stupid, come over and help tie them up. I woke up halfway, but I will kill you again."

"Also, don't be in a hurry to kowtow. Later, you will violate the professional principles and tell the Holy Mother...how did you get into the imperial tomb, and some unlucky women were saved. You can't be patriarchal, right?"

The young Confucian scholar couldn't help muttering.

……

An hour later.

On the upper reaches of the waterfall where the imperial mausoleum is located, Zhao Rong, who was revered as the Virgin by a certain sword spirit and who was determined not to favor men over women, returned peacefully to his camp in the wilderness alone.

He raised his eyes and looked at the faintly glowing sky.

After a busy night, the sky is getting brighter...

But what Zhao Rong wanted to do was only half done.

After Zhao Rong rescued the craftsmen of the imperial tomb just now, he wanted to finish dealing with the matter of the concubines who were buried with him in the imperial tomb together.

However, an old craftsman in charge of the imperial mausoleum told Zhao Rong that where the imperial mausoleum was built, in order to prevent tomb robbers, many restrictions were built, and even monks on the mountain in the Tianzhi realm were difficult to break through.

Zhao Rong asked if there was a back door, the old craftsman nodded and said, yes, but in order to enter the imperial tomb smoothly, in addition to knowing the opening mechanism, you have to enter in two specific time periods.

These two time periods are also in the daytime and early morning respectively, and the specific time for entering the mausoleum has passed.

If you know the mechanism technique but enter the tomb outside these two time periods, poisons such as mercury will overflow...

This is the second insurance of the imperial mausoleum, preventing professional tomb robbers who know the tricks.

Zhao Rong nodded, understanding why Snow Silkworm and the others made arrangements for this matter in the early hours of the morning.

Afterwards, he helped the mausoleum craftsmen settle down by the river, left some food and rations, and ordered them two things:
First, let them write down the mechanism and time period for entering the tomb, as well as the general map of the tomb. Zhao Rong will come to pick it up during the day, and then the craftsmen of the imperial tomb can leave first.

If you want to continue to survive, you must leave Dali territory as soon as possible.

Zhao Rong can only save them for a while.

The second is to let them take care of the soldiers of the Imperial Army who are tied up first.

When Zhao Rong finished the Fengchan Grand Ceremony and returned to the academy, he would let them go back.

Anyway, by that time, the Dugu clan would no longer be able to control Zhao Rong, and the two of them would be on their own side, so if you offend them, you can offend them.

Right now, on the eve of Feng Chan, don't make waves because of it.

So after arranging these things, Zhao Rong returned alone...

At this moment, on the way back to the tent, the young Confucian scholar smiled.

Although he didn't visit Jiyue Mountain, he did quite a lot tonight.

The hem of Zhao Rong's clothes was stained with the morning dew as he walked leisurely.

On the way, not far from the upstream of the waterfall where the imperial mausoleum is located, he couldn't help but stop a little, and looked at a building that seemed to be newly built in a bamboo forest by the river.

There are about a dozen houses in the bamboo forest.

At this moment, the rising sun was approaching, and several bamboo houses were already lit with candles.

Zhao Rong stopped and looked around for a while, and found Zhang Huizhi, his wife and children.

That young, dull child was studying in the morning under the supervision of Zhang Huizhi.

Zhao Rong laughed dumbfounded.

"Brother Hui is a wonderful person. It is difficult for people to find fault with the Qi family and his official career. This time, he voluntarily gave up his position as a censor and came to the imperial mausoleum to guard the mausoleum for three years... After three years, he will return to the imperial court. Beside the little emperor... I don't know if he will support the dragon like Wen Ruo."

Returning quietly all the time, said aloud: "Why do I feel that... a bit fake."

The young Confucian scholar nodded, then shook his head again, "I only watch his behavior, and don't care about the rest. If he can keep pretending, he is a gentleman."

He smiled generously and strode away.

"After Feng Chan is finished, brother Fu who came to Xunhui will understand..."

　There are some activities in the circle of book friends, interested brothers can go and have a look~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)