The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang is...

Well, for the Chinese, there is no need to introduce the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. The most mysterious, greatest, most, most, most, most adjective on his head is the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.

The spy on the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang has never been cut off for thousands of years. But has anyone ever successfully entered the imperial tomb and then came out smoothly with the priceless treasures? Maybe there is, but even if there is, it must be secret. Until this era in which Fang Wen and his friends lived, in 2020, the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was still covered in a hazy veil, extremely mysterious, making people want to get close but unable to get close.

When he was still doing dandy racing gambling in Beijing, Fang Wen also discussed with the Golden Retrievers and others that if they could get all the treasures in Qin Shihuang’s Mausoleum and then dump them at several underground cultural relics markets in Beijing for dumping, how much green US dollars and red RMB could they get? It should be an astronomical figure that would allow them to use banknotes as firewood to stew instant noodles?

Today, Fang Wen is going to dig out the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang with his own hands to get a glimpse of the mystery.

It is fake to say that he is not nervous. Fang Wen was so excited that his whole body was trembling, his muscles kept twitching, and his teeth made a "clog" sound like a slam. He also lost his former agility and lightness when he walked, his steps were stiff like a zombie, and his heavy steps were no different from ordinary people. Everyone in the team looked at him with astonishment. The little rookie who had just debuted was a little rookie. He was quite powerful when bullying people with powerful strength. When he encountered a real big thing, he exposed his details.

Fang Wen felt cold all over his body, and big goose bumps appeared layer by layer on his cold skin, and sweat continued to seep out of his forehead and back heart. He was nervous, and he was extremely nervous, ten thousand times more nervous than when he found ten beauties in Vienna when he got close to women for the first time. He carefully pulled Mr. Lafeng's sleeve and whispered: "Master, we, are we really going to dig the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang? Uh, you're not wrong? It's Qin Shihuang's tomb, not his wife or his mother?"

"Well! The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang! That's right, that's it." Mr. Feng Da shook his head and gently patted Fang Wen's shoulder: "Concentrate, keep your energy in order, look at you, are you still like a disciple of the Fengmen?"

‘Dong’, it was dark and I couldn’t see the distance clearly. Fang Wen stepped on a small dirt pit on the road. His legs were stiff and he fell heavily to the ground. Mr. Feng Da looked at the sky speechlessly, rolled his eyes and walked a few steps, unable to bear to see Fang Wen’s embarrassment there. Fengmen, which was powerful in the world with his light body skills, would actually have a disciple who fell while walking. If the enemy of Longmen knew about this, Mr. Feng Da would even want to wipe his neck.

The four little fairies that Fang Wen accepted hurriedly surrounded Fang Wen, earnestly helped Fang Wen up, and gently rubbed his knees. Fang Wen's nervousness relaxed a little, and he found a good way to adjust his mood. He smiled and whispered to the four little fairies: "By the way, Master Fang, I thought of something. You used to change the names you used to. From now on, your door will be called Xiaofeng, Xiaohua, Xiaoxue, and Xiaoyue. Hehe!" The four little fairies looked at Fang Wen in shock, not knowing what he meant.

He deliberately did not think about what he was going to do tonight, and Fang Wen said nonsense: "When we are intimate in the future, I will call me: Xiaohua, come, let me hold it in my mouth; Xiaoyue, come, let me rub it a few times. Tsk, there is a feeling of raping the four secret sects."

The four little fairies changed their expressions and almost fainted by Fang Wen. Feng Yuan, Feng Hu and Feng Hou heard Fang Wen's nonsense, and the muscles on their faces immediately twitched rapidly. The three of them ran silently and rushed to the front of the team. Mr. Feng, not far away, spasmed with his hands, and his fingers bent into chicken claws. It seemed that he wanted to kill Fang Wen.

No one in the team said anything, and they all lowered their heads and ran forward in the dim moonlight. Fang Wen's joke was not funny at all. Even if they heard it, it was a great sin. Hundreds of years ago, such disrespect to Tianmen would be enough to open the imperial court to make Fang Wen feel comfortable. Only a bastard like Fang Wen could say such words.

Fang Wen spread his hands innocently, looked at his fellow disciple who suddenly accelerated his speed, and muttered in a low voice: "What did I say? Can't you even make any jokes? Alas, this matter is settled, tsk, Xiaofeng, Xiaohua, Xiaoxue, Xiaoyue, we are here." After talking nonsense, Fang Wen successfully diverted the pressure in his heart, his steps became lighter, and his figure was floating in ecstasy, floating forward like flying.

After a while, Mr. Yueda's whisper came from the team: "This doll has a kind, I like him."

On the night when it was almost impossible to see the five fingers, more than 300 disciples of the Tianmen ran wildly in the wilderness, at a speed comparable to ordinary household vehicles. After traveling from the hiding resort villa for more than an hour, they arrived at a movie outdoor base about ten kilometers away from the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. This is the largest and most magnificent base in China today. It is built with the background of the Warring States Period, Qin and Han Dynasties. No one knows that the investor of this base is an outer disciple of the Fengmen.

The film base covering an area of ​​more than 6,000 acres was finally completed after five years of construction. Five years of large-scale infrastructure construction was enough to make the Fengmen do some tricks inside, such as an authentic tunnel leading to the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang and several large underground secret rooms.

Most of the staff in the base had nothing to do with the Fengmen. The group easily avoided the security and monitoring system of night patrols. They walked around the Afang Palace complex, which was imitated in the base for a while, and the elder Huamen, opened the mechanism and entered the underground secret room.

This is a square hall made of huge and flat water-milled blue bricks, enough to accommodate hundreds of people. There is a door in the corner of the hall, and two middle-aged men are standing at the door. Seeing Mr. Feng Da leading the team in, the two men hurriedly walked up and saluted: "Sir, everything is ready."

Mr. Feng nodded softly without saying a word. Feng Yuan stepped forward a few steps and said in a deep voice: "Let's go in, you're optimistic about this place. Starting from early tomorrow morning, the film "The Fire of Afang Palace" will start filming day and night. The louder the sound, the better, do you understand?"

The two men hurriedly bowed to take the order and did not dare to look at Feng Yuan for another glance.

Mr. Feng Da took a long breath and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Yue, Hua Jiu, let's go in... Feng Yuan, Feng Hu, Feng Hou, you three, together with a hundred fellow disciples of Yuemen, guard the gate. Do what you should do." Mr. Feng Da left all three disciples except Fang Wen at the door. Mr. Feng Er and others also left their disciples to guard the gate.

Fang Wen began to murmur in his heart: "It's not very dangerous here, so these old guys left their confidant disciples at the door to keep them in seeds? Isn't it very dangerous for me to follow them in? But wealth is in danger, although I don't know what they are going to go in and look for..."

Fang Wen suddenly realized that during the few days of renovation of the resort villa, he forgot to ask Mr. Feng what his goal was this time. In the first two days, he was entangled with four little fairies, and then he was caught and beaten by Mr. Yueda and finally threw him into a medical device for internal treatment. Now others are following the team, but what are they looking for this time?

"No matter what you look for. I just grab a handful of Qin Shihuang's tomb. This private money will be enough for me to spend a long time. It will save me from embezzling public funds, right?" Fang Wen tilted his head, drooled, and laughed foolishly. He now has a lot of money flowing in his hands, but none of the money belongs to him, it is all the money from the Fengmen. He feels that it is necessary for him to accumulate more private money. Otherwise, how many beauties like the four little fairies can he afford?

As for beauties, you can't just support them. You have to have something else?

While he was making a small calculation here, Mr. Feng and his team had already divided the people.

Feng Yuan, Feng Hu and Feng Hou had already led the people separately and followed the two middle-aged men to the upper floor of the secret room. Mr. Feng's face suddenly became gloomy and he said seriously: "This time is the only opportunity. I don't need to say anything more. You fellow disciples should know the power of it. In order to find out the final whereabouts of this thing, our Tianmen took two thousand years intermittently, and then we realized that the thing was actually in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang."

Mr. Yueda also became very serious and shouted loudly: "My fellow disciples should know that the guys from Longmen are not taught by stepmothers. Especially since my Tianmen was expelled from the Central Plains at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, our strength in the Central Plains has been almost wiped out. After several years of hard work, we finally had the opportunity today."

Mr. Feng Da said coldly: "Once things are done, my Tianmen will soar into the sky and lay the foundation for eternity. Everyone must work hard."

Mr. Yueda shouted: "There are countless crises in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, but no matter how many people died or injured, they had to take out the "Xuanyin Tianzhong"."

Mr. Feng Da glanced at everyone and waved his hand fiercely, "Set out... Fang Wen, follow me immediately. Master is not allowed to take action, you must not move." After that, he slapped the wall with a palm, and the door in the corner of the hall was silently open, revealing a bright tunnel. More than a dozen Yuemen disciples walked in first, followed by Mr. Yueda, Mr. Yueer, and Mr. Yuesan protecting several elders of the Flower Sect. Mr. Fengda led Fang Wen and others to follow him.

The four little fairies stood together with more than a dozen other female disciples from the Snow Sect. They carried large bulging backpacks on their bodies, filled with countless snow sect preparations and rescue equipment, and carefully followed the last side of the team.

The tunnel is very clean, with non-reflective white tiles on all sides. The tunnel is quite spacious, and the tunnel is two meters wide and can't have too many requirements for the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang ten kilometers away. The facilities in the tunnel are very exquisite, inheriting the usual atmosphere of Tianmen's spending as much as possible, and even seem a bit extravagant. Every three steps away, there is a bright fluorescent lamp, and every five steps away, there is an air eye that constantly blows out refreshing and clean air. Every twenty meters, there is a closet on the wall, which contains emergency gas masks, medicines, weapons and other equipment.

Fang Wen even saw several individual lasers in the closet.

Meticulous and well prepared, the style of Fengmen has always been like this.

After walking forward quietly for about five or six kilometers, Fang Wen finally couldn't help but ask Mr. Feng Da: "Master, what is that Xuanyin Tianzhong?"

"A treasure." Mr. Feng Da told Fang Wen very seriously.

"It's just nonsense." Fang Wen almost cursed. It can be imagined that it was a treasure, otherwise why would Tianmen have to spend so much effort to calculate it? The question is, what kind of treasure is it? What is its effect? ​​Why can he help Tianmen lay the so-called foundation for eternity?

Mr. Feng Da seemed a little nervous. He slowly spoke: "The Xuanyin Tianzhong is something recorded in the ancestor's notes, a very mysterious thing. It was created by a group of strange people and presented it to Qin Shihuang. Later, some changes occurred. Those people were killed by the ancestor. The ancestor and the eleven guards were also seriously injured by the alchemist around Qin Huang, and they had to escape back to the spacecraft for treatment. This took hundreds of years. When the ancestor and his friends recovered from their injuries, they had already lost the whereabouts of Xuanyin Tianzhong."

Mr. Yueda also said in a low voice: "The ancestor's notes are not complete. Those alien ancestors do not seem to have a good habit of writing diaries, and they can write wherever they think. As a result, before they could explain everything clearly, they were besieged by a group of genetically abnormal guys in the late Han Dynasty and almost beaten into meat sauce. Later, our ancestors from Tianmen finally snatched their bodies back and barely made twelve specimens to soak in the pool. Alas, it was so embarrassing."

Mr. Feng coughed and whispered: "Senior Brother Yue, in front of his disciple..."

"What can't be said?" Mr. Yueda cursed loudly: "Twelve alien strong men were able to drive a spaceship to the earth more than two thousand years ago. Although they fell to the ground, they fell to the ground with a little miserable, but why are they also aliens? What's the result? They were beaten to death by a group of earthlings in the late Han Dynasty and a group of savages who had not even made gunpowder. Is it embarrassing?"

Mr. Yueda blew his beard and looked very angry: "They look different from normal people. They also like to hang around with the signs of gods and cause trouble. Well, it doesn't count if they were beaten to death, but they forced those boring and troubled ghosts to form the generation of Longmen to make a difficult time with us. If they were willing to keep a low profile and keep a low profile, they might be able to survive until now."

Mr. Feng Da's face was all black, and he lowered his head and said nothing. Mr. Yue Da became happier and happier as he spoke, and criticized the twelve ancestors of the Tianmen to be worthless. In Mr. Yue Da's opinion, the twelve alien ancestors were disabled in their heads. Then, the attacking spearhead turned to the current people in the Tianmen, and they were muttering and cursing again.

Before Fang Wen's ears were called out, they finally reached the end of the authenticity.

The tunnel extends downward. Fang Wen calculated the length and angle of the tunnel. It should be more than 500 meters underground. He couldn't help but be amazed. How did the craftsmen who built the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang accomplish such an incredible thing?

Mr. Yueda kicked open the iron gate at the end of the tunnel, and everyone had already entered the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.

Behind the rear, super-large blowers are constantly injecting fresh air into the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. As for whether oxygen will cause damage to the cultural relics in the Mausoleum, who cares so much?

Only Fang Wen felt a little distressed. The first chapter of the road, goodbye,
Chapter completed!