Chapter 48

Chapter 048 under the imperial mausoleum

Jiuli, in the eastern suburb of the capital city, the royal mausoleum, which was first built in the 96th year of Xiping, has a considerable scale. Nineteen emperors of the past dynasties were buried here, and nearly 30 empresses were buried there. There are no soldiers guarding the mausoleum on weekdays. Only 12 grave keepers clean it all the year round. What can be regarded as a protective measure is the artificial river around the mausoleum.

Although the imperial mausoleum is of great significance, because there is no gold and silver burial in the tombs of the Ming Dynasty, few gold diggers come to visit it. After all, no one is willing to take the risk of killing the nine ethnic groups and steal some biographies of praising merits from the coffins of the dead.

It seems that the imperial mausoleum exists as a decoration. Generally speaking, no one cares about it except the blood of the emperor's family. Only a few people know that, in fact, the imperial mausoleum is more important than the burial place for a certain family.

"Four generations of the Gu family have been guarding the imperial mausoleum for a hundred years. Suddenly, a gifted martial arts genius came out of the family. He realized his peerless martial arts in the place where the dead people sleep. The Gu family has been famous in the world ever since. Later, the pavilion master took over Luan Xue pavilion from an elder, and Gu family went out from the imperial mausoleum and settled in Jiangdong. "

In the labyrinth like complex imperial mausoleum, "Pei Zan" strolls leisurely in the court, and his eyes show a few reminiscences.

"The imperial mausoleum is very important to the Gu family, not only because it is the starting point of the Gu family, but also because the last vitality of the Gu family is here." Walking near the center, bu Qingyi stops and raises his hand to touch the mausoleum on the ground. She took a deep breath, her eyes shining: "can you think of Nanzhu? In a hundred years, generation after generation, what miracle can they create under this imperial mausoleum? "

Nan Zhu, dressed as a young girl, shakes her head.

Bu Qingyi didn't tell him the answer directly - she felt that any language description was weak in this matter. Instead of racking her brains and wording, she had better let him see it directly with his eyes.

The ninth railings on the left and the third hollowed out cloud carving on the top. Hold them in both hands and turn left twice.

There was a dull sound from the quiet imperial mausoleum. Nanzhu felt the vibration from the ground and jumped up. He jumped over the railings to the corner of the mausoleum Palace on the ground.

The South candle looks at the Square underground cave that suddenly appears, looks back blankly, and looks blankly at Bu Qingyi.

"There are twelve entrances, and this is one of them." Step into the cave first.

Although the cave is not as carved as it is above, it is also a four wall, which is carefully cut and smoothed. It is just large enough for one person to walk. There is a wall lamp every ten steps or so, which lights up automatically when the air rushes in. Bu Qingyi went into the tunnel and twisted his hand on the second wall lamp. The entrance and exit roared and closed, and the light suddenly dimmed a lot.

Polish the origami, light the prepared torch, and walk through the tunnel as if you are familiar with the road in Qingyi. In her opinion, the forks that made Nanzhu dizzy and confused about the direction were not enough for her to fear. She knew which one to choose and which direction to take.

She had been here just when she was hairpin, and there was no other person in the snow Pavilion who won this honor.

The route to the inner part of the mausoleum is very complicated and the journey is quite long. In the tunnel which seems to have no end and is isolated from the sound, she is gradually hooked by the memory.

It was here that she realized for the first time that she was more than just a subordinate or an orphan girl.

"People who care for their families, no matter how far they wander, will eventually return here for burial. Falling leaves and returning to their roots is a rule left by the ancestors. No matter who cares for the family or who marries a woman who cares for the family, you should abide by this rule. You should keep these in mind, especially the following road. You must never remember wrong. Once you go wrong, the consequences will be very serious. If you want to be a housekeeper, you have to do it. "

At the age of seven, Gu Zhaoxi adopted her and gave her a chance to live. He never asked her to change her name to Gu, but he repeatedly mentioned that he wanted her to be a family keeper. At that time, bu Qingyi always pretended to be stupid and didn't understand. Now she thinks that even if she wants to respond to Gu Chaoxi's suggestion, she probably has no chance.

"Here it is."

After walking for half an hour, bu Qingyi finally stopped in front of a stone wall.

The wall is dead, without any mechanism, but the bricks built into the wall are alive. Bu Qingyi and Nan Zhu worked together one by one, and soon pulled down more than 20 wall tiles, revealing a big dark hole in the wall.

Bu Qingyi didn't want to, so he bent down and went in, followed by Nanzhu.

The injection of air made the ever burning lights on the walls ignite one after another. Only then did Nan Zhu see clearly that the cave was actually a small tomb with a coffin without a lid in the middle. There was almost nothing else.

Such a tomb is clear at a glance, but Qingyi's breathing becomes a little short. She walked slowly to the coffin, gently stroked the coffin with her palm, and looked down at the inside of the coffin in a daze.

There was no one in the coffin, only a transparent coffin.

The ice coffin is only in legend, which makes countless people full of fantasy.

The ice coffin is made of ice on the top of tianhun mountain. Even if it is roasted in the hot sun, it will not melt into water. It feels cold, but it can make people feel comfortable."This ice coffin has a unique effect. It can keep the human body from rotting for thousands of years and inhibit some common poisons. It is said that even the emperor, who is used to seeing rare and precious treasures, was amazed that the outside of the coffin was baked in the hot sun but not melted, and the inside of the coffin was filled with water but not frozen. " Bu Qingyi's voice was filled with emotion, but his smile was bitter. "This coffin was moved from an imperial mausoleum. It was originally a preparation for family care. I didn't expect that the last person lying in it was not a family member, but an orphan who didn't even have my parents."

Thirteen years ago, just before this ice coffin, she and Gu separated.

I don't know if I can see him again.

More than ten years later, Gu's smell and breath had disappeared from the coffin, but bu Qingyi still touched the place he had touched again and again, as if by doing so, he could feel his existence.

If he's gone, why does she exist?

If not, what is the meaning of her life?

This life should have ended in that thunderstorm night 25 years ago. It was Gu Chaoxi who gave her a new life, a new life. He was her everything, her master.

She lost her life.

"Sister?" Nan Zhu didn't understand why Bu Qingyi suddenly fell on the ice coffin and his shoulders were still shaking. He gently hugged Bu Qingyi and put his head on her cheek like a child. Even though he was anxious, there was only one sentence: "sister, don't cry. Stop crying, sister... "

If a person lost the support of survival, what else is terrible?

So when she woke up, she was fearless.

But also the most timid.

"Even if there is only a little possibility, I hope he is still alive, so that I can stick to it." The cold water in the ice coffin washes away the tears, and bu Qingyi's voice is a little hoarse. "South candle, can you promise me something?"

Nanzhu thought about it and nodded.

"Good south candle, the most obedient." Bu Qingyi got up straight with a smile and rubbed Nanzhu's face. She looked serious and said, "listen to my sister, you should make more friends, learn to trust others, and never take my sister as your whole. Otherwise Otherwise, sooner or later, you will be like my elder sister. You can't help your life and death, or you can't live like death. "

These words were too profound for Nanzhu. Bu Qingyi didn't expect him to understand them immediately. But he only needs to learn to get along with others. At least when something really happens to her, he can live alone.

After staying in the tomb for a long time, bu Qingyi made great efforts to calm himself down. She took a deep breath, rearranged her mask, and then walked across the lower path.

There is already a damage on this wall, and you can see the brand-new mark of the damage that has been repaired. In fact, if the wall had not been damaged in the earthquake, Su Muzhi, who came to inspect and repair, would not have found the tomb, let alone Bu Qingyi, who was sleeping in the ice coffin.

By the agreement between them, Su Muzhi did not expose the tomb, and according to bu Qingyi's request, he added a tunnel to the outside by using the damaged wall. Bu Qingyi was processed as before. He removed the bricks and entered the tunnel. He soon returned to the ground with the South candle.

"These tombs and tunnels add up to about a quarter of the size of the imperial mausoleum. Although it's not true to dig tunnels under other people's tombs and steal tomb rooms, the paranoia of the family members can be seen. "

Back to the ground, when it was already dark, bu Qingyi stood at a higher place and did not see Pei Mogui. Seeing that it was still early, she said something about caring for her family with Nan Zhu, until she found a strange figure nearby.

"Who?" For safety's sake, bu Qingyi didn't mention Pei Mogui's name when he wrote, and he imitated Pei Zan's voice perfectly.

The man was dressed in black and didn't really see it in the dark. Bu Qingyi could only see clearly that there was something similar to tattoo on his hand. Strangely, it seemed that something was moving under the tattoo, giving off a faint blood light.

"Green smoke?" The man didn't answer the rhetorical question. His voice was hoarse and sharp, and there was a feeling of quite incongruity.

Bu Qingyi looks awe inspiring, and the sword in his sleeve falls into his palm.

If it's someone sent by Pei Mo GUI, she will never call the name she has given up. Only Pei Zan can remember her identity all the time.

"Since you don't say anything, it must be you." The strange man took a step closer and kneaded his hands like he was talking to himself. "I heard your name when I was young. It's a pity that Yi Rong is really a good hand."

"What a pity? It's a pity that you were born before I was born. Am I old when you were born? I'm sorry, I'm not interested in weird men. I always feel that people like you are absent-minded when they are born. "

"Well, it's a woman who can only show off her words."

When the strange man stopped and went to see the tattoo on his palm, he was surprised.

There seems to be a living creature hidden in the palm of that man's hand?!