Thousands of years ago, the Mo family built two mausoleums for Emperor Daqian Wu.
The Emperor Wu’s Mausoleum is located in the Imperial Cemetery, and the Emperor Wu’s Dark Tomb is located in Zhonghuang Mountain.
"The Dark Tomb is the real tomb of Emperor Daqian Martial, and his body is in the Dark Tomb."
Mo Shaoyun, the proprietress, said softly, "When the ancestors of the Mo family started building the secret mausoleum for Emperor Wu, they should have had a premonition that he would not be able to leave Emperor Wu's mausoleum alive."
"Why build a dark mausoleum?" Chu Xiu whispered softly, "Did he realize something? Or is there some secret hidden in the dark mausoleum..."
He didn't know the Emperor Wu of the Daqian Dynasty, but he had a vague feeling that Emperor Wu's creation of the Dark Tomb might not only be because of his jealousy as an emperor, but also probably had something to do with another person.
Master, Chen Changsheng.
A generation of peerless emperors is nothing more than a touch of loess in front of the true immortal.
Will the relationship between that Emperor Wu and Chen Changsheng really be good?
Chu Xiu didn't quite believe it.
He comes from the later generations, and he can be regarded as familiar with the history of the later generations.
Throughout history, among the emperors who have possessed supreme power, which one would not yearn for immortality?
There was one emperor throughout the ages, such as Qin Shihuang, and the civil and martial arts were like Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty... They all frantically pursued the way to immortality in the late stages of their lives.
It's hard for this Emperor Wu not to covet Chen Changsheng's immortality.
"There must be secrets in the dark mausoleum." Chu Xiu secretly thought.
Zhu Yourong said softly: "The guardians of Emperor Wu's tomb have been passed down for more than a thousand years and have always been there. Their strength is hard to imagine."
"This is indeed a problem." Chu Xiu took a sip of tea and said, "This time I will go to the imperial mausoleum, and my second senior brother will accompany me."
"Second sir?" Zhu Yourong and the landlady were both startled.
Chu Xiu shrugged, "Master, that old guy seems to know everything. Before I even asked him, he arranged in advance for my second senior brother to accompany me to Zhonghuang Mountain."
"..."
Zhu Yourong and the landlady looked at each other.
The scene at the Wuhuang Sacrifice that day appeared in the minds of both women.
The dean easily solved Chu Xiu's difficult problem.
"The dean should support our action." Zhu Yourong analyzed.
The landlady's eyes flashed, and she thought so in her heart.
"He probably won't take action." Chu Xiu muttered, "I guess this time, he probably wants to exercise his second senior brother's royal power."
Zhu Yourong said softly: "It should be enough with Mr. Second here."
Chu Xiu was a little dissatisfied and said quietly: "What? I'm not enough?"
Zhu Yourong was slightly angry at Chu Xiu.
"I still have to rely on you." The landlady said softly, "Even if Mr. Second is willing to help, it's only for your sake."
Chu Xiu raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at the landlady, "Why did you change your temper? At this time, shouldn't you praise the royal power more and belittle me?"
The landlady also gave Chu Xiu an angry look, and the estrangement in her heart quietly disappeared without a trace.
In fact, she was quite uneasy when she saw Chu Xiu again this time. She was worried that Chu Xiu, who had become a disciple in the back school, would become alienated from her and Zhu Yourong.
"Let's set it in three days." Chu Xiu muttered, "In these three days, you can find out as much information as possible about the tombs of the imperial mausoleum."
"Okay." The two women nodded at the same time.
"..."
After chatting for a few more words, Chu Xiu left.
"He doesn't seem to have changed." The landlady whispered.
Zhu Yourong recalled the scene last night in his mind and was speechless for a moment.
Has it changed?
She was not sure, she only knew that when the two were alone, the man became much bolder.
The other side.
The second gentleman, Wang Quan, retrieved the information about Zhonghuang Mountain from the Document Pavilion in the back mountain of Zhuque Academy.
"Unexpectedly..."
The second gentleman looked surprised and silently looked at a file in his hand.
The file contained detailed information about Zhonghuang Mountain. What surprised Mr. Er the most was that there was actually a large tomb in Zhonghuang Mountain.
The real tomb of Emperor Daqian Wu!
At the end of the file, there is a line of small words:
Do not enter Zhonghuang Mountain without the order of the dean.
Mr. Er collected the files and whispered: "The Mausoleum of Emperor Wu was built by the Mo family. Master wants me to help the descendant of the Mo family."
"you are wrong."
An old voice suddenly sounded.
The second gentleman was startled and looked up to the right, his eyes slightly focused.
At some point, there was an old man with a white beard sweeping the floor in the corridor of the desk room.
"This is Master's test for you." The white-bearded old man said leisurely, "I don't know whether I should say you are lucky or unlucky."
"Master?" The second gentleman raised his eyebrows slightly, vaguely understanding the identity of this person.
The mountain behind is huge.
It is so big that it has lasted for more than a thousand years.
Since the establishment of Zhuque Academy, Master Chen Changsheng has always accepted some disciples every time he changed his name.
"Please give me some advice, senior." The second gentleman's attitude was respectful. This man is also a disciple of the master, so it is not an exaggeration to call him senior.
The old man sweeping the floor smiled and said: "Since you joined Houshan, you have been taking care of Suzaku Academy."
Mr. Er said modestly: "I can only help Master with some small things."
"You should know that Master's world is very big." said the old man sweeping the floor.
Mr. Er was startled. He did know, and his master had mentioned it to him several times. He was already invincible in the Nineteen States, which was a bit boring.
"Master is leaving?" Mr. Er whispered, remembering some of the conversations before the exam.
The old man sweeping the floor nodded slightly, "Originally, you were the only disciple who could inherit the Suzaku Academy."
The second gentleman looked calm.
Since the 'original' was mentioned, the current situation has naturally changed.
"Master seems to be more optimistic about your junior brother now." The old man sweeping the floor said leisurely.
Mr. Er said calmly: "I support all decisions made by Master."
The old man sweeping the floor said: "If you think so, then Master's test for you has failed before it even begins."
The second gentleman frowned and remained silent.
"Think about it carefully." The old sweeper said leisurely, "One thing is for sure, Master will not take you with him when he leaves."
Mr. Er raised his eyebrows and said, "You are older than me."
He remembered the conversation before the general examination. The master didn't want to take him away because he thought he was too old.
The old man sweeping the floor in front of him was obviously older than him!
The old sweeper smiled.
"So, I'm stronger than you."
Mr. Second squinted his eyes.
"Treat your seniors with more respect." The old man sweeping the floor said leisurely, and then he focused on sweeping the floor and ignored the second gentleman.
"..."
…
Chu Xiu's lectures gradually spread after being discussed heatedly in Suzaku Academy, and in less than half a day, it swept the entire city of Chang'an.
Chang'an City has a strict hierarchy. There are relatives of the emperor, princes and ministers, as well as gentry, merchants, traffickers and pawns.
Most of the emperor's relatives, princes and ministers felt that Chu Xiu's words were treasonous and unethical, and thought that Chu Xiu, who had become a disciple at the back of the academy, was too arrogant.
Especially some pure literati felt that Chu Xiu's words were unacceptable.
In their minds, respecting teachers and teaching is fundamental and is a principle engraved in their bones.
But Chu Xiu's words can be said to be shocking.
In particular, the target was Dean Feng of Suzaku Academy.
Traffickers, lackeys, and ordinary people don't have so many thoughts. In the hot discussions, the most mentioned sentence they mentioned is... princes, generals, and prime ministers, would you rather have your own kind?
Many ordinary people closed their doors and secretly cursed the Daqian royal family.
Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.
Everything about Chu Xiu's lectures reached Qianhuang's ears.
"Princes, generals, and prime ministers, would you rather have the seed?" Emperor Qian sneered and said sarcastically, "I was born as Prince Daqian, and my son was also born as a prince. My surname is Li, so I have the seed!"
Li Xianyuan, who was standing aside, lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, thinking in his heart, my surname is also Li.
It's a pity that Li and Li are different.
Some people's Li will be rich and famous since birth; some people's Li will have nothing.
"There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years..." Emperor Qian whispered, and said quietly, "But a certain person has been leading the way for more than a thousand years."
Li Xianyuan remained silent, saying this was unacceptable.
That person is not something that ordinary people can talk about.
"What is Fairy Xuanji doing?" Emperor Qian glanced at Li Xianyuan.
Li Xianyuan said: "I have been practicing quietly in the Imperial Master's Mansion."
Then he hesitated and said, "It seems like someone is specifically targeting her."
"Oh?" Emperor Qian was surprised.
Li Xianyuan said: "Most of the jades and treasures you gave her were stolen and sold on the black market. Long Yuanwei has been investigating for several days and found nothing."
"The security in Chang'an City has always been very good, and Fairy Xuanji's strength should also be very good..." Emperor Qian frowned slightly, "Who can steal treasures from her mansion?"
Li Xianyuan was silent.
"Do you think this is aimed at her or me?" Emperor Qian asked coldly.
Li Xianyuan was speechless for a moment.
Fairy Xuanji from the Dao Sect Tianzong was invited by His Majesty the Emperor in front of me, and she has been conferred the title of National Preceptor...
The Imperial Preceptor's Mansion was frequently stolen, and it was hard to tell whether this was directed at Fairy Xuanji or at His Majesty the Emperor in front of him.
"I think Fairy Xuanji should have guessed who is targeting her." Emperor Qian stared at Li Xianyuan and said slowly.
Li Xianyuan was startled, but he immediately understood and said, "I'll do it now."
Sometimes, it doesn't matter who the real thief is; what matters is who it might be!
This is enough.
