High-profile King

After the so-called famous sect, Qu Bingheng was actually a soft-shelled turtle. He hadn't even gone out in Shennongjia in his entire life, and had never seen the style of Rimaru.

Therefore, hearing Zhang Jiao’s question, he whispered in surprise, “How come Himaru’s clothes, aren’t they wearing Xia Zong’s old ancient costumes?

I saw it on TV. "

"Of the 10 countries in the Eastern Continent, 5 or 6 must be branches of our Xia Zong civilization," Zhang Jiao said with a sullen face: "Natural food and clothing are the same, there is no big difference.

However, the Nichimaru people were crowned with a monkey, and they added a ribbon around their waist, so if you distinguish them carefully, you can see them at a glance. "

Unconsciously, Qu Bingheng stood on his toes and looked at the coffin, and he saw that the front of the giant sarcophagus looked like sacrifices and the crystal corpses of the spirit guards. The waist was tied and looked very wide. , Ribbon with intricate patterns.

He couldn't help but blurted out: "There really is a belt. I have seen it 3 or 4 times and I never noticed it.

Brother Legion, you know so much, you must have visited Nimaru before.

Sure enough, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles. If I succeed in reviving my family one day, I must also..."

While talking, I saw Zhang Jiao's face getting more and more gloomy, and he clearly felt a heavy oppression in his heart, and he didn't dare to continue to be irritable.

He turned to the topic in a hurry, "The Mausoleum of Doctors in Chunshui Ling, I visited with my parents when I was young.

At that time, this place had just been completed, but the corpses were already there.

I still remember that many people were surprised at that time. As a result, after inquiring, Chun Shui Ling’s official statement was very vague, saying that they were ancestors who died and were buried together, in full friendship.

But there is no way of burying good friends together in this world.

Therefore, some folks guess that these guys were killed by those who were buried with their husbands by their wife.

It's just that it is too barbarous and illegal to bury a living person, so I just found an excuse.

Others guessed that these people were unethical alchemists who made fake medicine and tricked Chun Shui Xianjun to take it to break the barriers, but accidentally led him to go crazy and die.

So Mrs. Tong vented their anger and killed them, and placed before the spirit to apologize to Chun Shui Xianjun forever. "

When they were talking, it was their turn to serve incense, Qu Bingheng shut up hurriedly, followed a long line of people side by side with Zhang Jiao and two younger sisters, stepped forward to light the incense and bowed deeply.

After the incident, the four people wandered and left the mausoleum. Zhang Jiao suddenly returned to normal. He was no longer as absent-minded as before. After playing for a few hours in the mausoleum led by Chunshui, he left by car and rushed to Chunshui City. .

Because when Jiang Chu fought against Shanjin and Western Qin states, nutrients, as one of the most important armaments, became increasingly scarce and precious.

As the largest grain-producing area in the surrounding area, Chunshui Ling naturally rose against the trend. In the case of other economic, trade, and armed **** types of zero-zone bases becoming increasingly depressed, it actually produced a siphon effect and showed abnormal prosperity.

Especially now it is the most important festival in Chun Shui Ling once a year, the Spring Festival, and the lively Lingwei selection season, the whole city is almost full of tourists.

Finally spent a lot of money to stay in a homestay where the Qu brothers and sisters had a relationship. The boss still looks like "it’s cheaper," and even breakfast is not included.

The hungry Zhang Jiao could only go back to the street with Qu Bingheng, Qu Bingle, and Qu Bingyan after he settled in Xiali, looking for a restaurant to eat.

Under a bright and bright moon, crowded people strolled forward and saw the extremely lively scene around. Although it had nothing to do with him, Zhang Jiao still felt a strange discomfort in his heart.

I couldn't help but said: "Selecting guards for the dead and guarding the tomb. Although it is not a funeral, it is not a happy event.

It's almost inexplicable to make the joy like a festival. "

"Ah, brothers in the Legion, there is a saying that relatives or Yu Bei and others have also died. Where is the body and the mountain." Qu Bingheng showed a free and easy side at this time, and said with a smile: "The emperor collapsed on the 9th. , The princes end on the 7th.

The death of the emperor and the princes meant that the general public was sad for less than 10 days. In this way, some people couldn't help being punished for drinking and eating meat, not to mention that the Lord Chunshui had been dead for 20 years.

Let everyone use his joy and joy to promote the local tourism economy, and to avoid the cruel reality of the excessive tension due to the war.

It's also a kind of blessing for him, isn't it?

Besides, don't you see that the lanterns hanging on the street are all white and black, that is to say, it is a funeral. "

After being taught by Lu Zhi's Qu Bingheng and still speechless, Zhang Jiao nodded and stopped talking, knowing that his mind was slightly abnormal.

After finding something to eat on the street to fill his stomach, he excused that he drove in the zero zone. Although he relied on the magic weapon to store food and lived well, he did not dare to easily enter the practice due to safety issues.

Now that I entered the safe area, I naturally had to condense my soul on the first night, so that my practice would not go to waste, so I returned to the homestay early.

After being alone in a room, I turned off the light and climbed into the bed to really enter meditation.

But when it was late at night, when the whole Chunshui City entered a short break after the noise, Zhang Jiao suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes flickered like electricity in the dark, and then the light slowly faded.

He looked at the time it was more than 4 a.m., got up and got out of bed blankly, and moved back to his mausoleum with a thought.

Xia Zong civilization pays attention to death as life.

And there is no one in this world who wants to be guarded by others while he sleeps.

Therefore, no matter how prominent the monarchs and princes were in his lifetime, after his death, later generations would not lay guards at the place where he was placed in order to avoid disturbing the undead.

Therefore, during the day, the tomb where people flowed like weaving was empty ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ was silent.

Only the top light of the dome set up according to the sun, moon and stars, shining with faint white light in response to the scene.

After Zhang Jiao appeared, he flew to the giant sarcophagus with his feet hanging in the air, looking at the crystal clear bodies of Himaru under his feet, his expression flashed with uncertain murmur for a long time.

Finally made up a certain determination, stretched out his hand and volleyed out a soft force, squeezed into the crystal shell wrapped around the dead body of Himaru.

Although he hasn't used military force for a long time, but with the blessing of the supreme auxiliary kungfu "Yin and Yang Liang Yi Chuan" he has trained, he can't retreat and advance instead of qi, blood, and spirit power.

Feeling the destruction of Qi Jin at the crystal molecular level, the pressure continued to increase little by little, and the shell began to dust from the bottom and slowly shattered.

A few minutes later, the corpse naturally fell from the crystal shell and lay in a pile of crystal powder.

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