God-level ancient martial arts master

Chapter 126 Southern Border Dragon King's Tomb

Xia's mother waved her hand and looked at Lin Yu as if she was looking at Jinshan: "it's okay, it's okay, Yixin, what are you still doing in a daze, quickly move a chair for Xiaoyu!"

Xia Yixin rolled her eyes, and muttered secretly in her heart: Mom, I'm your real one, okay?
Immediately, mother Xia took Lin Yu's arm and checked the household registration very enthusiastically.

For example, what do the parents do in the family, are they locals, how many apartments are there in the family, are they the only child, etc.

Immediately, Lin Yu felt that his head was a little big, so he made vague and perfunctory words.

At this moment, a delicate voice came from the room: "Mom, sister, is there a visitor at home, so lively?"

When she saw Lin Yu, she was startled slightly, her eyes widened, as if she was trying to remember something.

Xia Yiran and Xia Yixin are twin sisters, their height and appearance are exactly the same.

However, due to being weak and sick, Xia Yiran was relatively weak, and her face was as pale as paper, and it was hard to see any blood.

Lin Yu smiled slightly and asked, "Yiran, do you remember me?"

Xia Yiran wanted to force a smile on Lin Yu, but she only felt her eyes darken, and her thin body immediately turned back and forth like a leaf falling in the wind.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Lin Yu immediately stepped forward to help her thin body.

He watched Xia Yiran's eyebrows from a close distance, and his expression immediately became serious.

Xia Yiran's Gu poison has reached the late stage, and it may take her life away at any time.

"Ran Ran, Ran Ran..." Mama Xia and Xia Yixin, seeing Ran Ran fainted, were so frightened that their hearts thumped wildly.

Lin Yu gently clasped Xia Yiran's fair and jade-like wrist, and said, "I'm losing both energy and blood, there's nothing serious about it for now, let him have a good rest first, and make a bowl of ginseng soup to make up for it!"

"Ginseng soup, how can there be ginseng soup at home?" Mother Xia muttered to herself like a smart woman who can't cook without rice.

"Mom, isn't it full of wild ginseng!" Xia Yixin pointed to the gift box on the floor and shouted.

"Oh oh oh, I almost forgot about this. Please go back to your room to rest first, and I'll make ginseng soup!" Before she finished speaking, Mama Xia went to make soup in a hurry.

Xia Yixin saw that Lin Yu's brows were tightly frowned, and she couldn't help feeling panic: "Lin Yu, how is my sister now?"

Lin Yu thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "The situation is not optimistic!"

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Xia Yixin almost fainted to the ground, and said incoherently: "What should I do, but she is only 17 years old, and she hasn't experienced anything yet, so she can't just be like this..."

When she said this, Xia Yixin choked up and couldn't speak.

Seeing this situation, Lin Yu hurriedly comforted him: "Yi Xin, don't worry, there is no unparalleled road, and there will be a way. The most urgent thing now is to find a way to find out what kind of poison is in Yi Ran's body? "

Xia Yixin was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and said, "I'll call Dad!"

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man with a weak build hurried over.

"However, what's wrong with her, it doesn't matter, why hasn't she been sent to the hospital?"

Xia Yixin hurried forward to meet her, and said: "Dad, don't worry, but she's fine for now."

Xia Yixin's father, named Xia Qingshan, works at the Tianhai Archaeological Research Institute.

Hearing that his daughter was fine, Xia Qingshan let out a long sigh of relief.

However, when he saw Lin Yu, his heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

"Yi Xin, who is this?"

Before Xia Yixin could answer, Lin Yu stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and said with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Xia, I'm Yixin's classmate, Lin Yu. I heard that Yiran was ill, so I came here to have a look!"

Seeing Lin Yu stretching out his hand, Xia Qingshan froze for a moment, then quickly stretched out his hand.

Just as he held Lin Yu's hand, Xia Qingshan's pupils shrank slightly, full of anxiety and vigilance.

On the corner of Lin Yu's mouth, he raised an easy-going smile and asked, "Uncle Xia, I want to have a private chat with you, is that okay?"

Xia Qingshan opened his eyes wide and stared at Lin Yu in a daze.

After a long silence, he nodded and said, "Come to the study with me!"

The so-called study room is just a small room of more than ten square meters, with two large bookshelves occupying two-thirds of the space.

Lin Yu glanced roughly, and most of the books on the bookshelf were about history, archaeology, and tombs, which were very professional.

After closing the door, Lin Yu asked straight to the point: "Uncle Xia, do you like studying tombs very much?"

Xia Qingshan nodded, and replied, "I have a major in the Department of Archeology, and now I work in the Institute of Archaeology. Researching ancient tombs is my profession!"

Lin Yu smiled slightly, and asked calmly: "Oh, then Uncle Xia, you should know the tomb of the Dragon King in Southern Xinjiang very well?"

Hearing this, Xia Qingshan's expression suddenly changed.

After pondering for a while, he finally smiled embarrassingly, and said, "I don't know much about it. People in our line of work have to know a little bit about the tombs all over the world."

"The tomb of the Dragon King of Southern Xinjiang you are talking about is the tomb of Lu Chen, the Dragon King of Southern Xinjiang 1200 years ago. Southern Xinjiang is mountainous and the location is extremely remote. Therefore, it was not until the 90s of the last century that it was washed away by heavy rains and mudslides. !"

Lin Yu frowned slightly, and asked, "Dragon King of Southern Border, Lu Chen?"

At this time, Xia Qingshan's tense nerves had relaxed a little, and he started talking eloquently as if he was giving a lecture: "Lu Chen is a master of witchcraft in southern Xinjiang. The Three Great Masters of the Tang Dynasty!"

"The three of them once had a wonderful fight in Chang'an City. As for the result, there is no record in the history books, so we don't know. But since then, Lu Chen has returned to the southern border, and he has never set foot in the southern border. Presumably He must have lost to Master Bukong or Luo Gongyuan!"

Hearing Xia Qingshan's vivid narration, Lin Yu became interested, and asked casually, "Then what happened next?"

Xia Qingshan cleared his throat, and continued to narrate: "Later, Lu Chen was in the [-] mountains in southern Xinjiang, where he devoted himself to studying the art of witchcraft. He claimed to be the descendant of Yinglong, and he had tens of thousands of disciples, all over southern Xinjiang."

"According to the records of the strange annals of Southern Xinjiang, Lu Chenshou died in bed for 300 years and became immortal. At that time, there was a colorful dragon coiled among the [-] mountains in Southern Xinjiang for a long time."

"The disciples of his sect thought that the patriarch had attained Taoism and ascended to immortality, and felt his miracle, so they raised funds to build a tomb in the cave where he practiced, called the Dragon King's Tomb!"

After listening to Xia Qingshan's narration, Lin Yu couldn't help but suddenly realized that this is the origin of the Dragon King Tomb in Southern Xinjiang.

Immediately, he raised his eyebrows and asked casually: "Uncle Xia, have you ever been to the Dragon King's Tomb in Southern Border?"

Hearing Lin Yu's question, Xia Qingshan's nerves that had been relaxed just now tensed up again.

Afterwards, he smiled embarrassingly and said, "Lu Chen has a lot of believers in southern Xinjiang, and all of them are very pious. They don't let outsiders approach his cemetery. Even if I want to go, I don't have the chance. Little Lin Yu Friend, are you right?"

　It's Monday, and it's time to hit the rankings again, brothers, throw all the recommendation tickets in your hands to Xiao Le! ! ! !

　　


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