Dachu, northwest border.
Fan Li came as a clone and waited at the place agreed in advance.
A small mountain with an old crooked neck tree.
Fan Li stood under the tree, being blown away by the wind and sand from the northwest.
"Ahem...what did Qingqiu think, that she actually asked me to help her open the Xuanyuan Tomb?"
Fan Li has always been confident.
Even if the level of cultivation is low, everything depends on human effort.
As long as you give him time in advance and fully plan for many things, he can always succeed unexpectedly!
However, as the saying goes, one force can defeat ten.
Can a mysterious being like Xuanyuan Fen really make up for his huge lack of cultivation strength with just his cleverness and adaptability?
"I'm not as professional as Cao Mengde when it comes to tomb robbing." Fan Li complained while checking various props in the storage box.
Luoyang shovel, iron drill, short-handled hoe, pickaxe, night clothes, compass.
Fan Li relied on his memory and imagination to prepare as much as possible.
These props were all made by the skilled craftsmen of Fan's Trading Company under his command, using spiritual objects as raw materials, and their quality was far superior to ordinary items.
He took out the Luoyang shovel and weighed it in his hand.
"Qingqiu actually likes tomb robbing?"
"I wonder what tools she will carry, maybe more professional than mine?"
Fan Li was thinking wildly when he felt the wind and sand gradually subsided.
At this time, he could focus on admiring the surrounding scenery.
The land in the northwest is vast and boundless, and has its own desolation and sadness.
It seems that in this land, there were countless heroes who wrote tragedies with blood and tears.
"Fan Li."
A beautiful female voice came from above my head. When I listened carefully, I felt that the tone was beautiful but without emotion, just like a piece of wood.
Qingqiu falls from the sky.
She was dressed in green clothes and looked like a fairy.
Fan Li has always felt that although the holy masters of the Sanskrit Pure Land have always regarded themselves as worldly masters, only Qingqiu has always been the only one who truly fits the image of a worldly master.
He is willing to call the other party 'Holy Lord'.
It's a pity that Qingqiu has no nostalgia for the false name of 'Holy Lord'.
"You are very fast." Qingqiu said calmly.
"Uh...what the heck, men usually don't like to be praised for being 'quick'." Fan Li corrected her half-jokingly.
"Why?" Qingqiu had a puzzled expression on his face. "Fan Li, I really think you are very fast."
Fan Li was speechless.
This woman cannot judge her words and deeds based on common sense.
"Where exactly is Xuanyuan Tomb?"
"I checked ancient books and historical materials, but there was no clue at all."
Listening to Fan Li's complaint, Qingqiu showed a matter-of-fact expression.
"It's no use flipping through books."
"In this world, all books recording ancient history have been destroyed."
Qingqiu said calmly, but Fan Li was shocked.
"All destroyed?"
"impossible!"
"At least... the survivors of the Pre-Qin Dynasty like Lu Cheng, or the Guiguzi of Yunmeng Mountain, can they always have this information?"
If Qingqiu hadn't been in a hurry and urged Fan Li to set off, he would have asked Lu Chunqiu and Wang Ban.
"No, they don't know either."
Qingqiu shook his head firmly.
"The First Emperor burned books and severed the past and present."
"……oh."
Fan Li was completely speechless.
Before and after time travel, did the two first emperors really have some common interests?
Don’t you know that you are playing with fire and peeing on the bed?
Fan Li felt very sorry.
But then he thought, if the First Emperor had not burned books, there would be traces of ancient civilization, and it would not be his and Qingqiu's turn to visit Xuanyuan Tomb today.
At least, Cao Cao had already visited?
"So, do you know the specific location of Xuanyuan Tomb?" Fan Li asked curiously.
"Yeah." Qingqiu nodded.
Fan Li didn't understand.
The First Emperor cut off ancient and modern times, so how could Qingqiu know?
But this might be Qingqiu's private secret, and Fan Li consciously didn't get to the bottom of it.
"follow me."
Qingqiu held Fan Li's hand, and the latter was stunned.
The touch of skin is as soft as a boneless flower stamen, as if it will shatter with just a pinch.
Fan Li didn't dare to exert any force, so he passively let Qingqiu hold him.
Although he knew that the other party was an extremely powerful person in the seventh level of the Mahayana realm, the word 'weak' was not suitable to describe her at all!
Qingqiu held Fan Li with one hand, but took out a flag with the other.
The flags are like flags, with colorful rays of light reflecting thousands of them.
Fan Li knew it was a very high-grade spiritual treasure just by looking at it!
"What is this?" he couldn't help but blurt out.
After asking, Fan Li regretted it.
A practitioner's spiritual treasures and secret techniques, just like the height, weight, and age of a woman in her previous life, are other people's privacy and should not be inquired about at will.
"The demon-attracting flag."
Qingqiu was unexpected again.
She answered matter-of-factly, without beating around the bush at all.
"Recruit... demon flag?"
Fan Li felt that this name was extremely familiar!
Or, it is a name that exists in the memory of the original owner.
Or, did he know about this in his previous life?
Fan Li was trying to remember when he saw Qingqiu raising the demon summoning flag and hitting the ground hard again!
This action reminded Fan Li of Moses, the protagonist of the story of "Exodus" in his previous life?
Suddenly, the space in front of him was distorted, and the ground beneath his feet couldn't help but tremble.
"I remembered!"
"The demon-attracting flag looks like Nuwa..."
Fan Li exclaimed!
But before he finished speaking, Qingqiu changed his hand to hugging his waist.
The woman hugged the man and flew into the twisted space!
All of a sudden!
Fan Li felt dizzy and dizzy!
He was unconscious.
After a long time, he woke up again.
"Ah... Qingqiu, what are you doing... My head hurts..." Fan Li said impatiently before he could fully open his eyes.
As soon as he complained of head pain, he felt a pair of slender women's hands, fingers falling on his left and right temples, gently rubbing them.
"how about this?"
"Does it still hurt?"
Qingqiu's questioning voice sounded in his ears, with a hint of doubt and concern.
"Ah~!"
Fan Li had no time to answer, so he only let out a moan of comfort.
He realized again that he was actually lying down.
The bed is soft, but what's softer than the bed are the pillows.
Finally, Fan Li opened his eyes, but was surprised to find that he was in an unknown mysterious realm!
The sky no longer exists, replaced by the thick earth and earth hanging overhead?
There is still earth beneath your feet.
There is no sun or moon, and the dark 'world' is only illuminated by the dim light of small candles.
"Fan Li, we are here." Qingqiu slowly said: "This is the Xuanyuan Tomb."
Hearing this, he sat up suddenly!
Only then did he realize that he was lying on a cloud bed.
This is a real cloud bed, as white as snow and as soft as cotton, but it can carry the weight of Fan Li and Qingqiu!
The so-called pillow was that he had been resting on Qingqiu's lap.
"What did you say?"
"This is a tomb?!"
Fan Li's eyes widened.
He looked around and realized that the dim yellow lights, which were as big as beans, were clearly the permanent lights specially used for the tomb.
The next moment, the vision suddenly opened up.
If the most professional photographer, use a long lens to suddenly stretch the panorama from close-up!
Fan Li saw it!
This distant legend that had existed for countless years, a mysterious place that was no longer recorded in historical documents, truly appeared in front of him.
A tomb buried beneath the abyss.
A headless animal skeleton that is a hundred feet high is lying quietly, as if it is just sleeping.
On the wall behind the animal bones, which is as tall as a mountain wall, there are a few words engraved in ancient characters that Fan Li could barely recognize:
"The Queen of the Yin Shang Dynasty, Daji, was buried here without a head."
"What's the crime of Yin Shang?"
"What's your crime, Your Majesty?"
"Why, God hates it?!"
Before I could go for a physical examination, I fell ill first.
Body heat, fever.
It's getting cold, so everyone puts on their long johns... Chapter 2 is so annoying...
(End of chapter)
