"Such a rich foreplay is accompanied by such a heart-wrenching ending.
Wenqing is sick, Your Majesty."
Wang Jianggan wailed, and then kicked the coffin angrily.
I had calculated everything, but I never expected that it was an empty coffin, and there was not even a pillow cloth in the coffin.
The corner of my mouth twitched.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the main tomb again.
Apart from the gold and silver jewelry all over the floor and the murals on the walls, to put it bluntly, there is nothing.
"I finally know why the Zhou Dynasty destroyed the country."
Wang Jiangqian covered his waist and said through gritted teeth.
"kindness" "There is such a naughty and childlike second emperor.
He can stand up for several generations because he was the fool of King Xu Yan at that time."
Wang Jiangqian said angrily.
"I suggest you take that sentence back."
Just after Wang Jianggan lamented the impermanence of the world, a cloud of red mist spread in front of the three of us, and then turned into a ball of red robe and blue silk.
Ji Chengxue put her hands in her sleeves and looked at Wang Jianggan coldly.
"Sister-in-law, I really didn't say it.
This is simply a lie to my father.
Is it possible that the trust between people was severed three thousand years ago?
We promised to be each other's angels."
Wang Jiangqian grabbed his chest and said With a heartbroken look, he reluctantly glanced at the brown coffin.
"King Mu is always cautious in doing things.
If his coffin could be opened so easily, I'm afraid the Xihuang Tiangong has been opened countless times."
Ji Chengxue half-closed her eyes, as if she was not interested in the "sister-in-law" in Wang Jiangqian's mouth.
There was no dissatisfaction, or she blocked it directly.
"Okay, stop making trouble, Jiang Gan, you and Brother Gu go and look at the two small rooms in the corner, inch by inch."
I turned my head and said.
Then he walked alone to the wall on the left and looked at the murals on the wall.
It is undeniable that the level of painters in the Zhou Dynasty at that time was simply the pinnacle.
Even compared to later generations, the murals on the walls are still brightly colored after thousands of years.
This picture shows King Mu riding eight horses, that is, King Mu of Zhou and his eight favorite horses in his life.
It can be seen that this is on the battlefield.
King Mu of Zhou is leading the army, wearing a black armor and a white belt on his head, standing on the battlefield.
On top of the chariot, there is a long gun in hand, and eight majestic horses of different colors are tied in front of the chariot.
According to legend, King Mu of Zhou was warlike and invincible, which seems to make sense.
He took the lead and was probably not comparable to that king just for this reason.
I looked at the mural carefully and noticed almost every detail.
The handsome King Zhou Mu and the extremely handsome horses even looked at the corpse in the corner.
But I didn't find any problem I frowned, then turned around and walked to the wall on the right.
This mural was the first one that I always talked about, King Mu Riding Alone into Kunlun.
In the painting, King Mu was riding a red horse, wearing brocade.
He was wearing a robe, with a fox fur wrapped around his neck, surrounded by heavy snow and towering mountains.
Except for the seven horses behind him, there was no one else.
It could be said that he was indeed riding into Kunlun alone.
In this portrait, the handsome King Mu of Zhou is past middle age and has a beard.
On the far edge, you can vaguely see a palace shrouded in purple air.
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Not surprisingly, that is the original Western Wilderness.
Heavenly palace.
I looked at it for a while, but I felt a little confused.
Although this mural was very delicate and the colors were extremely rich, the eight horses and the lines of their muscles were not as charming as the previous picture. .
Even if a layman looks at it, it is not on the same level at all.
This makes me wonder.
According to common sense, dozens of painters will not be hired to paint the murals in the mausoleum.
Instead, the best painter in the country will be chosen to paint for him.
But with me From the perspective of collecting antique portraits over the years, although this second painting is good, it is not as good as the first one.
If it is said that this was painted by two people, it is absolutely impossible, because whether it is the charm of King Zhou Mu or some color processing, the first mural is exactly the same as the second mural, the only difference is the eight horses.
I felt strange, but I didn’t worry too much.
Instead, I walked straight to the mural in the center and took a look.
This mural depicts the elderly King Mu of Zhou, with silver hair, a crown on his head, and a dragon suit. , sitting on the throne.
There is a long sword on the right side of the throne.
The ministers are kneeling at their feet.
A jade arc larger than the throne is floating behind.
If you look closely, you can see that the king's aura is unmistakable.
And metaphor.
But what surprised me is that this mural is different from the previous two murals.
The reason is that its depiction of King Zhou Mu is much better than the previous two paintings, and the throne and sword are even more lifelike.
This is completely illogical.
How could there be such a big difference between the two murals?
It is simply impossible that they were all created by one person.
I touched my chin and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't think of a reason.
"Can't you figure it out?"
Ji Chengxue said softly from behind me.
"I have some ideas, but there are still some things I can't figure out."
I raised my head and sighed.
It would be great if Liu Xuance was here.
Even if his IQ couldn't fully understand it, he could at least give me some information.
"The moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror.
Do you think it's true or false?"
Ji Chengxue looked into my eyes and said softly.
There is no coldness in the past, her eyes are extremely soft now, just like looking at her closest lover.
"Jinghua Shuiyue" I murmured, but I still didn't quite understand what she meant.
"That" “I don’t have anything, I’m so poor.”
Just as Ji Chengxue was about to speak, she was blocked by Wang Jianggan's shout.
Then Wang Jianggan and Gu Xinlie walked out of the small room.
Wang Jianggan blushed even more and seemed very angry.
Looks like: "What kind of emperor is this?
He is so poor.
He has nothing but gold.
He has no cultural heritage at all."
"Isn't it exciting what you just took?"
I twitched the corner of my mouth.
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"You don't understand, Mr.
Lin, these things are completely worthless to me.
I am an educated person.
I took them back for disaster relief.
If they really can't be handed over to the country, the key is that these things are just for the government."
It’s not necessary to leave it to the state,” Wang Jiangqian said seriously, holding out his chest.
"Go away" Gu Xinlie scolded him.
"Forget it, I'm getting angry.
Mr.
Lin, what are you looking at?"
Wang Jianggan shook his head and asked.
"Look at the murals."
I pursed my lips.
"Look at the mural."
Wang Jianggan raised his head and glanced.
"Hey, this painting looks like it.
It's not bad.
It has a foundation and has about 70% of my charm.
The painting looks just like the real thing."
"you" I was just about to laugh at Wang Jianggan, but suddenly my heart thumped: "Wait a minute, what did you just say?
Say it again."
"If you say you're seventy percent as good as me in painting, I'm just bragging if you're not Mr.
Lin."
"Not this sentence, the next sentence."
"The painting looks just like the real thing," Wang Jiangqian said carefully.
"Hahaha, it's true.
I'm so stupid.
Why didn't I think of such a simple question just now?
I'm so stupid.
Flowers in the mirror, true and false, I understand."
I laughed loudly.
"That's good."
Ji Chengxue smiled beside me, her tone gentle.
"What's wrong with Mr.
Lin?
He's stimulated?"
Wang Jianggan poked Gu Xinlie.
"Shut up." "" "This is not a mural at all, and there is no coffin of King Zhou Mu in this tomb.
The real King Mu of Zhou is right in front of us."
I smiled coldly, then pulled out the Daxia Longque and stabbed it with the handle of the knife.
It hit the wall in front of me, and immediately, there was a click, and the wall centered on the handle of my Daxia Longque knife began to crack slowly, and smoke spread in all directions like a spider web, and then Collapse suddenly.
Countless fragments of the wall slipped away bit by bit in front of my eyes, and suddenly, King Zhou Mu sitting on the throne appeared in our eyes.
"Amazing skills."
I couldn't help but sigh.
King Zhou Mu actually stored his body in the wall.
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This was unexpected.
He wanted to be promoted to immortality, but what he was most afraid of was that his tomb would be stolen.
The layout of the entire Xihuang Tiangong is a small city, and he cannot set up too many doubtful tombs.
This will not only damage the dragon's veins, but may even affect your own luck.
In fact, when I saw the eight horses, I should have thought that King Zhou Mu loved his eight horses the most, so there was no reason not to leave a place for them in this tomb, and from beginning to end, we even had two sculptures None of them saw it.
It turned out that King Mu of Zhou had preserved the corpses of these eight horses and made them into a mural.
It is said that one person can ascend to heaven after attaining Taoism.
King Zhou Mu should have thought that after he ascended to heaven, these eight horses would also be able to ascend with him during the day.
I looked at King Zhou Mu who was still majestic with his eyes closed.
I couldn't help sighing that it was indeed a tiger that could not be defeated.
I swept away the yellow and white things on the ground, and then walked to his body.
King Zhou Mu would definitely not defeat him.
It may have turned into a corpse, and the reason is very simple.
Because he wants to ascend to immortality, he must protect the corpse far more than others.
Thinking of this, I can't help but relax.
"This is King Zhou Mu's sword Shouzhuo.
In your words, it is the burial weapon."
Ji Chengxue pointed to the ancient sword placed on the side of the throne.
When Gu Xinlie heard this, he raised his eyebrows and followed.
Picked it up.
Taking the long sword into his hands, Gu Xinlie pulled the hilt and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a great sword."
"This stupidity is so mean.
The emperor has nothing to do even though he has people buried in paintings.
I want to be promoted to immortality.
I want to be promoted to immortality.
Literary youth is indeed a disease."
Wang Jiangqian curled his lips and said with disdain.
"Brother Gu," I swallowed and said tremblingly.
"kindness" "The last part of the silk story has been found
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