The Only Player in Daqin

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Han Ling took Tianwai Technology to travel to the world of Qin Shi, and roamed this real martial arts world as the only player.

Tears fall while listening to a flute, vermilion splashes lightly when the shadow is broken;

Jianguang is cold and piercing, and the love is deep and chaotic;

The charming and wise purple girl, the lively and charming red lotus (Chi Lian), the enchanting and cold Da Siming... Moonlight color, feminine fragrance

Chapter [-] Ancestral Altar

According to legend, Wangwu Mountain was the place where the Yellow Emperor of Xuanyuan's family prayed for the sky, also known as "Tiantan Mountain". The mist of each other sets off each other from a distance, like a fairy with a pipa covering her face, and the rhythm of the poem is still a bit hazy and mysterious.

However, Han Ling, who is struggling to climb the cliff, is not looking for some charming scenery. Now even if the Seven Fairies are bathing in the stream pool below, he will not be Dong Yong once, because the position he is in is too great. Taller...

Even if I bought a bunch of climbing equipment and read all kinds of strategies before I set off, I still feel a little guilty when I climbed to the middle section. It's not a joke, let alone the Seven Fairies, even the King of Hell will be able to see it.

"Fuck, you hide family heirlooms in such a place, aren't you afraid of accidentally breaking the incense of my old Han family?" Her small broken hair fluttered in the mountain wind.

This so-called family heirloom is also absurd. It was moved some time ago, and I saw it on a genealogy that I accidentally dug out from the old house. Like Han Yu... Han Zhanhu (Li Jing's uncle), went up from generation to generation, and finally connected nonsense to "Han", one of the seven heroes of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and he was also a direct descendant of the King of Han.However, this doesn't mean much to Han Ling. My Qing Dynasty is dead, so what are you doing with these old almanacs?

But after that, news that made him care appeared. When he turned to the last page of the genealogy, he saw that it was written, "Qin destroyed Han, plundered the palace with his troops, his ancestors fled in a hurry, and hid treasures in the Temple of Heaven, in order to seek blessings for future generations. Descendants, keep it for family heirlooms, hope future generations remember to take it back.”

Then there was a sketch of ink that was too abstract to do so, and what was left of the page "Treasures are hidden between the leaves of the umbrella...", he came back to his senses in a blink of an eye, and after a long time of preparation, he had already run here.

"Order!" The mountaineering pick was firmly hooked on the relatively flat top of the cliff, and Han Ling's heart was broken. Han Ling's slightly muscular arms clenched tightly on it, and his toes used force on the rock protruding from the cliff, trying his best to finally He turned his body to the top and lay down on his back, "Hu, hu, it's finally here..."

Lying on the ground like a blower, panting. After resting for a while, Han Ling, who gradually regained some strength, rolled over on the ground and slowly stood up. Looking forward, a shallow cave appeared in front of him. You can walk to the end in a single step, and the upper end extends out like a canopy, shaped like an umbrella leaf.

"The treasure is hidden between the leaves of the umbrella... that's it!" Han Ling's eyes lit up, and he threw off his gloves in high spirits, and took out a small folded shovel from the unpacked backpack.

According to the genealogy, he aimed at the center of the umbrella leaf and shoveled it down, "sand, sand".

As a handful of cold and hard soil soaked like sand continued to fly to both sides, finally, a bronze box was revealed in front of Han Ling's eyes from the soil.

With excitement, Han Ling took a deep breath and slowly put his hand on the lid of the box. He felt a cold touch, but this could not affect the temperature in his heart at this time. Finally, the green copper lid was creaking. In the sound of it, it was opened!

Appearing in front of him is a...

"Altar, jar?!" He expected all kinds of things to appear, but he didn't expect such a humble object to appear. Han Ling couldn't help but stare blankly at the clay pottery altar lying quietly in the box. It is a covered wine jar, but it is only the size of an adult's palm. Could it be that the ancestors fled in a hurry and copied something out?

Looking at this size and style, it doesn't look like a utensil that can hold anything precious. If it is used to pickle sauerkraut, it is almost the same.

He murmured in his heart. Out of curiosity about the contents inside, Han Ling still carried his hand to the top cover of the pottery jar. Not to mention, there was a strange smell coming from the inside as soon as he lifted it up, but it was not true. It's the smell of pickles, but an incense that smells like some kind of herb, and it smells good.

"Is this the tribute incense in the Han Palace?" The shocked Han Ling guessed more and more curiously and raised the lid to the side. He leaned his head and blinked his eyes to look inside. With one-sided light, you can roughly see that there are some thumb-sized lumps inside, revealing iron-colored edges and corners, and they are still sliding back and forth in it as he picks up the pottery jar and looks left and right, strange. The aroma of the air was completely dissipated, but why is it a little weird to smell too much?

"Hiss" There was a slight screeching sound from the umbrella-leaf-shaped rock wall in front of him, like the sound of something swimming on it.

An aversion to cold rose from Han Ling's back and spread all over his body. He quickly looked up and looked forward, only to see a mutated red snake whose whole body was bright red like a flame, hissing and spitting letters, an umbrella leaf extending from the cave. Moving down the rock wall, where moss grows along the way, green smoke emerges, leaving a charred trace.

Hell, Han Ling shuddered subconsciously, and the cold hair stood up. He knew a lot about poisonous snakes in the world, and he even saw some when he traveled on weekdays, but is it necessary to make such a fantasy? How poisonous! (Red Lianben is slightly poisonous)

Looking at Huo Chi Lian who was swimming closer and closer, Han Ling's mouth was a little dry and he grabbed the bronze box containing the clay pot as a shield to block it in front of him and stepped back carefully. , but his brain was surprisingly calm, and he kept thinking about countermeasures. This may be a little advantage that he has always been different from the people around him.

But soon, the back heel felt dangling. Damn, it has already retreated to the side!

Feeling the emptiness behind him, Han Ling cursed inwardly. At the same time, he noticed that the swimming red snake seemed to have discovered this situation spiritually. The pointed snake's head was raised, and it made a bowing motion, bad!

Han Ling's heart suddenly tightened, this was a signal that the snakes were about to attack!

Chapter [-] Mysterious Magic Dice

In an instant, Huo Chi Lian's "shouting" sounded a rapid electric shot.

Han Ling, who had already warned him, tightened his muscles and quickly moved the bronze box up, blocking the head of the ferocious snake that had opened its fangs and rushed forward. Copper cover, seal it inside, then he can have a chance of life, and his calm mind makes him ready to close the cover at any time!

"Boom!" It sounded like a smashed pottery pot. Chi Lian had already slammed into the bronze box. Han Ling's nerves were tense, and his right hand conditioned reflexively to buckle the box cover. A huge force came from the bronze box separated by a thick layer, my day!How could this damned snake have such strength!

The bronze box made a loud noise like a monk hitting a bell in a temple, and even began to corrode. Han Ling swayed like a bell and was thrown backwards by the force. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see both sides. Hanging in the air, the wind was whistling, and the white clouds and dogs above, the cliff where he was standing just now was constantly stretching upwards, or in other words, he was falling.

Damn, I didn't expect my brother to be in his youth. He just found the "heirloom" and has not yet embarked on marrying Bai Fumei. The road of life as CEO is because of such a small reptile in scales and armor, and Han Ling bravely broke into the [-]th floor. He felt very aggrieved, especially since he hadn't had time to take a closer look at what the so-called family heirloom looked like.

In just a few seconds, the wind was getting louder and louder. The air blowing over made Han Ling squinted. There was a small black spot chasing down from above. The square hexahedron was carved with different circles on the falling surfaces. Point numbers, the iron-colored edges and corners made him feel very familiar.

This is the dice?The so-called family heirloom is actually an iron dice? !Han Ling only felt his heart twitch, and there was an urge to scold his mother.

Wait, were there dice in the Warring States period?

He opened his mouth, and the thought suddenly popped into his mind, causing Han Ling to be in a trance. There was a sudden tingling pain in his forehead, and the iron dice smashed him sideways with a heavier than expected weight.

Below, the deep stream pool is close at hand with his rapid whereabouts!

Han Ling, who was shocked to see this scene, closed his eyes tightly, and scolded loudly, "Grass mud horse! If I let me know which bastard invented the iron dice in the Warring States Period, I don't beat you to shit, you'll be clean. !"

The sound echoed in the valley and brook for a long time, and with the loud sound of entering the water, water splashed everywhere.

.....

The water flow immersed Han Ling's face, along with his mouth, nose, and ears, making him unable to breathe. What followed was not much pain, but a soft touch, even in the water. He strangely felt what was the fragrance, hey, the water temperature turned out to be hot?How is this going? !

A series of question marks appeared one after another in Han Ling's head, and the place where the "heirloom" smashed his forehead also throbbed faintly. Just like an ordinary drowning person, he used both hands and feet to bring his head to the surface.

As soon as the hands and feet were stretched out, they came into contact with the hard obstacles, making the sound of hitting the wooden wall in the water, and the touch of the slender limbs at the same time.

someone!Where the hell am I?Did you fall into the water with me?No, why does this feel like being in a bathtub? !

Han Ling quickly put his head out of the warm water. He couldn't help wiping the warm water on his face with his hands.

In front of her, a beautiful woman with half-exposed clavicles and jade shoulders on the water was lying in front of the steaming wooden vat.