Museum of Demons

  Chapter 342 Opportunity

After Wei Yuan arrived in Chang'an, he contacted Dong Yuefeng with his mobile phone.

Waiting for a while at the pao-mo shop next to him, the old professor rushed over in a hurry. The originally neatly arranged white hair felt a little messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the bags under his eyes became heavier. Still very good.

After the incident last night, he hurried to the imperial mausoleum and stayed there until now. It can be regarded as endless sleeplessly. When he was young, the researchers of his generation could devote themselves to the research. This kind of thing is Home-cooked meals.

  But now that he is getting older, he looks quite tired. After Dong Yuefeng came in, Wei Yuan helped order a steamed bun. The old man shook the bun with his slightly trembling palm and said:

   "Master Wei Guan, you are here."

   "Hey...I still want to study it in half a month. Who would have thought that this thing would become like this? No one can predict how this thing will change."

  Dong Yuefeng sighed with emotion.

  Wei Yuan nodded and asked about the old man's current situation.

  Dong Yuefeng lowered his voice and explained a few words.

Combining the information that Wei Yuan knew, he figured out what the situation is now. After the tomb thief entered the imperial tomb last night, he didn't know how to open the imperial tomb. The twelve gold people One of them took out the sword, and in just one shot, a huge sword mark that did not know how far was cut.

  Now everyone is blocked from the entrance.

A bunch of researchers are now frantically reviewing information, hoping to find more records about the twelve gold people, but it was all in vain for a while. Those monks tried to get close and wanted to break through with force, but the twelve gold People, after all, are a weapon that gathers the soldiers from all over the world.

  Their cultivation level cannot cause any harm to the Twelve Golds.

  If it weren't for the golden people guarding the entrance of the imperial mausoleum, this kind of attempt would probably kill a lot of people.

  But even now, the progress is still not much progress, but a lot of damage has been caused.

   "Although I have seen Buddhism, Taoism, and Dharma, I am still a little stupefied."

  Dong Yuefeng sighed and said, "In this world, there is actually a practice."

  Wei Yuan understands the complexity in Dong Yuefeng's mind.

Daomen and Buddhism’s methods are no matter how significant they are, but after all, they are separated from each other and have little to do with him. They have a sense of unreality. These archaeological and historical-related matters are Dong Yuefeng’s full-time job. These things took a lifetime experience, so I feel even more.

   A steaming meal of lamb buns, topped with two tablespoons of oily spice.

  After a meal, Wei Yuan got a clear picture of the situation on Lishan's side.

  Then drove from Chang'an to Lishan in the car when Dong Yuefeng came.

The original scenic spot has now been blocked by the special operations team, and ordinary people are not allowed to approach. After Wei Yuan entered, he saw a place a hundred steps away from the Lishan Emperor’s Mausoleum, which had become a temporary camp, crowded with researchers. And monks.

Everyone is in a hurry, devoting themselves to their tasks, their faces are tired, but their eyes are very bright, even from the most mundane and trivial perspective, participating in such a huge event will be good for their future careers. There is a huge help.

  More people actually have higher pursuits in their hearts.

Several people greeted Dong Yuefeng. Wei Yuan glanced at the unfamiliar face and then stopped paying attention. A middle-aged man put down the data set in his hand tiredly and saw Dong Yuefeng and the guard behind him. Yuan frowned and said, "Professor Dong, there are enough people here."

  He said in a very unkind tone:

  "Who is this again? I don't remember such a person who studied Qin Dynasty history."

   "The more people there are, things will be troublesome."

  He regards Wei Yuan as the person who was brought in.

  Dong Yuefeng said: "This is the master of the museum I have told you before. He has a lot of research on historical artifacts."

   "...museum owner?"

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "I admit that this museum owner may have a lot of knowledge in general history, but what we need now are professionals. There are already too many people here, and there will be more people out there. ."

  Dong Yuefeng frowned and said, “I didn’t bring any students with me this time.”

   "I can vouch for the knowledge of the master of the museum, and you will treat him as my assistant."

   "I would rather you bring your students."

The middle-aged man still had an inhumane quarrel with Dong Yuefeng. The surrounding researchers were not surprised, and they all bypassed the two people, focusing on their own affairs, and did not dare to interfere with the problems between these two big shots. .

  Wei Yuan was about to speak.

A young researcher said: "Professor Liu, I think this museum owner should have real abilities." Everyone looked at them in amazement. They didn't expect anyone to interrupt Professor Liu. He was about 26 or 27 years old. The man with simple and plain clothes, peaceful eyes and a straight back.

  A kind of cohesiveness, like a sword-like capable feeling, is very conspicuous among the somewhat exhausted people.

   Professor Liu said: "...Do you know him?"

  The young man said: "I believe Professor Dong will not look away."

   "Besides, for such a big thing, Professor Dong should be as important to you as Professor Liu."

The middle-aged man thought for a while, and was persuaded by the last sentence that he just wanted to push away those who were planning to come to mix up seniority. He was too annoyed before, plus he was too tired, and actually ignored Dong Yuefeng's own knowledge of antiquities. Valued, nodded, and sighed: "...also."

  "Professor Dong, the master of the museum, let's study with you."

In the field of history, the middle-aged man who is known for his rigor took a step back. Dong Yuefeng was not interested in fighting with him. After talking a few words with Wei Yuan, he hurried about his own affairs. In an orderly state, Wei Yuan turned his head to see the researcher who was speaking to him, and thanked him.

The young researcher smiled and shook his head, and said, "It's nothing, Professor Liu, who annoys those people so much, and treats you as someone who comes in through the back door, but I believe Professor Dong's eyesight. Besides, I see you. , You know that you should be an insider, and most people must be frightened when they come in."

   "Even other researchers are not as calm as you."

   Wei Yuan looked at the researcher and said, "You are..."

  The young man stared at Wei Yuan and said:

  "My last name is Zhang, Zhang Shaorong with a bow and long bow."

   Wei Yuan said: "My name is Wei Yuan."

  ……………………

The entrance of   Emperor Mausoleum was guarded by that big Qin Jinren.

  Within a hundred steps, no one dared to approach the past.

Because Zhang Ruosu also knew that there must be someone who was secretly watching the tomb of the first emperor, so he attached great importance to the nearby guards, especially within a hundred steps of the emperor’s tomb, basically not allowing anyone to approach. Wei Yuan once passed by secretly One trip, and even discovered that there is a Taoist practice that teaches five thunder urns.

   During this period of time, he was flipping through various fragments of ancient books compiled by the researchers.

  While secretly looking for who is the most likely, guide the group of people who touched Captain Jin.

In the past few days, he has no intersection with most of the researchers. Except for Dong Yuefeng, he is quite close to Zhang Shaorong. This calm temperament researcher has a fairly in-depth understanding of the ancient artifacts and classics of the Qin Dynasty. Things, even he, a person who had lived in that era, didn't know much about it.

   After all, in a strict sense, the Black Ice Terrace to which he belongs is only responsible for fighting.

  At most, protection and exploration are added, and the era of Daqin is of course not only these.

  And Zhang Shaorong has his own consideration of Qin Shi's laws and craftsmanship.

In many things, Wei Yuan and Zhang Shaorong’s ideas were similar. On the third day, the two integrated the classics and documents, and they crossed out some of the previous guesses about the twelve gold people. Now they are at the stage. It is a period of constant trial and error.

  Of course, for Wei Yuan, he is certain that he can go in directly.

  But it doesn’t make sense.

He intends to stay here for the time being, doing a business that waits for nothing. Anyway, he fell asleep together. For the sword of the Mo family, his needs are not very urgent, and since the person in the dark deliberately exposed this information, it is obviously. If you want to stir up the muddy water and do things easily, then they will definitely come here.

By the time……

  Zhang Shaorong collected the classics and said:

   "Guardian Master, it's a rare thing last night temporarily, or else it will be scattered around here?"

   Wei Yuan recovered from his thoughts and nodded.

The two raised a sentence with Dong Yuefeng, and then stepped out. The Emperor's Mausoleum was on top of Lishan Mountain. From a height, the whole Lishan Mountain was like a black horse. The two watched for a while, and then they found a house outside. Noodle House.

  Zhang Shaorong stretched out two fingers: "Two bowls of lamb in water basin."

  "Two meat tongs, one bowl of cucumber, and two bottles of wine."

  The boss knew that these people were researchers, and smiled and said, "Rui Jia Mo will do?"

"Would you like to have two more bowls of Biangbiang noodles? You can also eat them outside of Roujia Mo. This noodles is different. You can only eat authentically here in Laoshan. Moreover, the word "biang" also has a backing. According to the legend, it is The name given by Emperor Shi."

"It is said that the first emperor was used to eating the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, and then had no appetite. One day the minister served biangbiang noodles. He had a great appetite. He ate several bowls at once, and felt that since the emperor had eaten this noodles, it could not be eaten by ordinary people. I deliberately wrote difficult words so that ordinary people would not be able to write them."

  Zhang Shaorong said: "How could it be..., that person is not such a person."

   "How can you condescend to the point where you care about with the people?"

  He smiled and said: "Furthermore, in that era, how many people could write, as long as they could say no, the uppermost said the uppermost, and the people eat the people."

  The boss scratched his head and said:

   “There are other sayings. He was a poor scholar. When he went to Beijing to rush for the exam, he didn’t have money to eat, so he exchanged words for a meal and gave it this name.”

   Wei Yuan fell silent and said:

   "The Qin Dynasty didn't go to Beijing to rush the exam. In other times, when he went to Beijing to rush the exam, he would not go to Xianyang City."

   "Another rumor, that scholar is Li Si."

  Zhang Shaorong said: "That's why I don't want to eat."

   "Only lamb will do. Add more coriander and two heads of garlic."

  The boss readily agreed, without any embarrassment or other emotions.

Soon two large bowls of lamb with meat version were served. Large slices of lamb, vermicelli, the soup was clear, sprinkled with coriander, green onion, and poured a large spoonful of red oil, and stirred. The aroma came out all at once, and the boss delivered two more naan.

  It can be broken into small pieces and thrown in to soak and eat, or it can be eaten directly with lamb soup.

  Take two more bottles of Bingfeng drink from Shaanxi.

The two of them were talking about this as they ate. Wei Yuan saw Zhang Shaorong was not used to it. He was still eating garlic and was choked badly. Tears almost burst into his eyes, and his eye sockets were flushed. Wei Yuan said: " Are you not used to eating garlic?"

  Zhang Shaorong said: "Our place...don't eat this."

   Wei Yuan smiled and said, “It’s rare that there are places where you don’t eat garlic.”

"I'm telling you, you have to eat this thing to suppress the spiciness, you can add butter and herbs together to increase the fragrance, it tastes good when roasted, but I am still used to eating it raw, of course, garlic fans The scallops are not in it, and they taste very good. I'll take you to eat if I have a chance."

  While eating, Zhang Shaorong nodded and smiled: "I don't know how long this matter is."

   "Let’s get busy too."

   "Wei Yuan, just call me Shaorong."

  He paused in his voice and said with a smile: "In addition, the title of Master Wei Guan is too good."

   "Wei Yuan, Wei Yuan...Can I call you A Yuan?"

   Wei Yuan nodded, and said, "Of course it's okay."

   "But you still don't eat garlic."

Wei Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, pushed the paper towel over, and said, "Here, you have a lot of energy. You are a big man, and his eyes are so hot and red. If you are not used to it, don't hold on. I thought what happened to you."

   "It's okay, A Yuan, I think it smells pretty good."

  Zhang Shaorong grinned and forced a sentence.

   When I looked up, I had to pour a bottle of iced ice peak to suppress the terrible spiciness.

  The breath that opened his mouth was full of spicy, and he was about to speak.

  At this time, both he and Wei Yuan received a call.

   is Dong Yuefeng's.

  They found a way to enter the imperial mausoleum!

  ………………

On   Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu pondered over the aftermath caused by the birth of the emperor's mausoleum.

  More importantly, ~www.readwn.com~ meditating on the actions that may be taken by practitioners in other countries nearby.

  Qin, the end of Qin, this era is not so simple.

  China is messy.

  At this moment, the old Taoist turned through the information in his hand, his eyes condensed slightly, his palm subconsciously tightened the few lines.

   "The Mausoleum of Dahan Wuyanghou was stolen."

   "The weapon is lost."

  Wuyanghou...

  Zhang Ruoxu's mind instantly came up with a name.

  Wuyang Daoying, Yandi Youxuan. The royal family of Xuanli, the bandit only used martial arts.

  He is always in Hongmen, and he is wearing Taiyu. Shock your face, cover your tears and enlighten the Lord.

  Dahan Wuyanghou, one of the generals who destroyed the Qin, the hero of the Hongmen, and the founding hero——

  Fan Kui.

  PS: Today’s first update...4,000 words.

  Difficult to write, my brain hurts.

  (End of this chapter)