Qin Shi Huangdi three years.
"You make your own choice."
"This is the mausoleum of His Majesty the First Emperor. At this point in the development, I have been entrusted with an important task by His Majesty and have to leave. However, the Lishan Mausoleum cannot be stopped for a day. We need someone who is trustworthy and familiar with the art of secret passages to supervise the progress."
"You are all people trusted by His Majesty, and you are loyal to our Great Qin."
"How about it, the two of you, who will be the Shaofu Ling and who will be the Ji Lang?"
The speaker is a middle-aged man in black clothes.
He is the leader of the Mohist School.
At least the leader of a certain branch of the Mohist School, Qin Mo, also known as Xiangli's Mo.
There are two young men in black armor in the hall. They can see the light in the eyes of Xiangli's Mo. After Mozi's death, the Mohist School split. In addition to Qin Mo, there are also Dengling's Mo in Chu and Xiangfu's Mo in Qi.
After Qin conquered the six states, the Mohist school, which had been developing independently for hundreds of years, finally came together, and Xiangli's Mohism could also glimpse the classics of other Mohist schools.
One of the young men was about to take a step forward, but was held down by his tall companion.
"Yuan, you are aloof and arrogant, and I'm afraid you are not suitable to stay in Mount Li for so long."
He smiled and said, "I will be the supervisor, and you go to protect His Majesty the First Emperor."
The young man Yuan hesitated and said, "Zhang Han..."
Zhang Han said, "Whether outside or inside, it is all to serve the Qin Dynasty."
He paused, lowered his voice and smiled, "Let me do the work of managing people, managing hundreds of thousands of people, comparable to a general, there is no such opportunity in the Black Ice Platform."
The young man was surprised, and then he couldn't help laughing. Since this was his friend's idea, he didn't say anything more, but just bumped his friend with his shoulder.
The fate of the two was determined.
One of them accompanied the First Emperor on his tour of the world with a sword, and in the end, he was half protecting and half monitoring, watching over Xu Fu's trip to the sea to search for the immortal mountain; the other left the Black Ice Platform and watched over the construction of the Mausoleum of Mount Li. During the short breaks after the tour, the two occasionally met, and Zhang Han would talk about some things about the mausoleum.
In fact, it was only the less strict parts.
For example, the mausoleum was prepared when His Majesty the First Emperor took office.
Most of them were designed by Prime Minister Li Si himself.
As for the mechanisms, they were the work of Mohist craftsmen.
There were hundreds of alchemists in the world who found the best location of Mount Li. The mountains were symmetrical on the left and right, with lush forests and valleys and peaks. The most wonderful thing was that the entire mountain was arc-shaped in the south, like a lotus.
The imperial mausoleum was surrounded by the peaks of Mount Li, and it was integrated with the entire Mount Li, just like a lotus core in the middle. This was a natural formation.
He also opened up a water area and guided three streams around the mountain.
The tombs of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, King Zhuangxiang of Qin and Queen Dowager Xuan of Qin were all buried to the west of Lintong County, but the First Emperor wanted to build it to the east, which was different from the other ancestors of the Qin Dynasty, in order to show his virtues that surpassed the Three Sovereigns and his achievements that surpassed the Five Emperors.
Later, it was heard that Xiangli successfully combined the methods of the three schools of Mohism into one.
Twelve golden men were cast.
Afterwards, Zhang Han seemed to invite Xiangli's Mo to the imperial mausoleum to complete the last part of the mechanism. Although it was called the last part, it actually took a long time to complete. When this happened, Yuan had already gone out to sea.
Later, Chen Sheng and Wu Guang rebelled.
The rebels forced their way to the vicinity of the imperial mausoleum.
Met Zhang Han.
And the 800,000 prisoners.
.........
"Master Wei? Master Wei?"
"What's wrong with you?"
Dong Yuefeng's voice awakened Wei Yuan from his unstoppable memory.
The other party was obviously absent-minded after hearing what he said. At first, Dong Yuefeng wondered if the other party was like him, distracted by the goal this time, but later he realized that something was wrong.
Wei Yuan was in a trance and his eyes refocused.
The old professor said worriedly: "Master Wei, are you a little tired? Otherwise, you go to rest first? We can talk about this matter later when we have a chance? Haha... Anyway, this matter can't be decided in a day or two, no rush, no rush."
Wei Yuan calmed down and said in a gentle tone:
"It's just that I was a little too shocked to hear this news."
"After all, it's the imperial mausoleum..."
Imperial mausoleum?
Dong Yuefeng was stunned by Wei Yuan's calling Qin Shihuang's mausoleum the imperial mausoleum.
It's not usually called that.
After all, there were too many emperors and generals in ancient China.
But he didn't think much about it, just said: "It is indeed the tomb of the First Emperor."
Wei Yuan hummed, raised his hand to drink tea, he was very eager to ask.
Who agreed to this matter, how much courage?
That imperial tomb was based on the great formation of heaven and earth, and the blueprint was designed by Li Si, the first person of the Legalists at that time, and there were also Xiangli's ink and the mechanism hidden in the black ice platform, and even the twelve golden men cast by gathering the world's soldiers and the luck of the six countries.
He said, "Professor Dong, what do you think?"
"Why do you want to open up the imperial mausoleum?"
Dong Yuefeng drank tea and sighed self-deprecatingly, "I am studying history and cultural relics. The mausoleum of the First Emperor took 39 years to build. It was built according to the specifications of Xianyang City. The surrounding burial pits alone are amazing enough. Now my students have shown me a wonderful method."
The old man thought about it and could only use the adjective "wonderful". He said:
"That method can prevent the ancient objects from being damaged by oxidation."
"This is a great opportunity."
"The First Emperor asked that all the classics of various countries be gathered in Xianyang City. After his death, Liu Bang only took them away. Maps and mineral deposits were stolen, and Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu, robbed treasures and women, and burned the palace of Xianyang City. I don't know how many classics were burned in the five hundred years of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. "
"I think there is a high possibility that these collections are in the underground palace of Xianyang City."
"Then it is of great value to our history and culture. The sooner we can take them out, the sooner they can play a role. Even an old guy like me who doesn't have many years to live can't ignore this temptation."
He paused and said, "How about it, Master Wei, do you want to participate?"
"But you can only be my assistant."
He looked a little apologetic.
Wei Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I need to think about this matter first. It may take some time before I can give you an answer. Is that okay with you, Professor?"
Dong Yuefeng smiled and said, "This is normal."
"Take your time to think about it. When you have an idea, contact me."
Wei Yuan seemed to have thought of something at this time and asked:
"By the way, I haven't asked you yet. Your student is..."
Dong Yuefeng was not alert about this matter, because it was not something that could not be told to others. So he told Wei Yuan the name of his student. After sitting for a while, the old man took the initiative to say goodbye. Wei Yuan sent Dong Yuefeng out of the museum.
While waiting for a taxi, Wei Yuan looked ahead and said, "Anyway, Professor Dong."
He smiled and said, "Thank you for telling me about this."
"Hmm?"
Dong Yuefeng didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. He was stunned for a moment and just nodded:
"You're welcome."
............
"Ye Yucheng..."
After watching Dong Yuefeng leave, Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone and searched.
He easily found the information of this researcher.
Below the photo was a long list of titles and resumes.
Wei Yuan stared at it for a while, memorized the information of this person, and then turned off his mobile phone. He silently thanked the convenience of this era. In the past, if you want to find a person's information, you need to use a lot of power to accurately complete the decapitation operation.
But now it is a society ruled by law, and he is not interested in picking up the old business of Heibingtai again.
He only planned to find out the cause and the whole story of this incident, and then decide what to do. Anyway, he definitely wanted to stop this incident. The only difference was that he tried to stop it before it happened, and if he couldn't stop it, he would sneak into the scientific research team and block the door with the Mohist mechanism.
In short, it was impossible for them to enter the depths of the imperial mausoleum.
In fact, to be honest, Wei Yuan would only allow half of the people to really enter the imperial mausoleum.
As for who that person was.
Of course, it was the head of Mr. Xu from Xu City.
.........
Wei Yuan turned off his mobile phone, opened the door and walked into the museum. The little Taoist priest Ah Xuan was in the inner room just now. He had been honest and silent. Wei Yuan opened the door and saw the little Taoist priest sitting honestly on a small bench, holding a bottle of happy water in both hands.
The water ghost in front was shouting loudly, preaching to the little Taoist priest.
"You need to know, what is the meaning of life?!"
"It's happiness!"
"What can bring us happiness?!"
"Sugar, bubbles, add them together, what is this, this is happiness!"
With a duang, the water ghost put a bottle of happy water on the table in front of him and said, "Look, this is a perfect creation that combines sugar, convenience, and bubbles. Without bubbles, happy water is just a bowl of sugar water, which has no value. Pour the happy water into an iced metal cup, and remember to shake it."
"This will produce a lot of foam, increase the taste, and isolate the contact between air and happy water."
"Maintain a more perfect taste."
"One degree is the best temperature, it will not freeze, and it can have the best frosty taste."
The water ghost wore white gloves, bowed gracefully, and poured a glass of happy water.
Then he pushed the little Taoist priest modestly, "Try it."
"Oh, that's it."
The little Taoist priest was confused and reached out to take it, but was stopped by Wei Yuan, who hit the water ghost on the head. Wei Yuan said, "Don't drink it yet. It's time to cook. If you drink it now, you will occupy your stomach. After all, you are different from this guy."
Ah Xuan remembered the chopped pepper fish head Wei Yuan mentioned, and his eyes lit up.
So the two came to the refrigerator in the museum.
He opened the refrigerator with great expectation.
Saw a fish head.
Grass carp head.
The bright eyes of the little Taoist priest and the smile on Wei Yuan's mouth slowly solidified.
Where is my fish head?
Where is my big fish head?
Where did it go? !
How did it become so small?
Wei Yuan's ears moved, and his perception told him that after the black cat stole the food, it was still waiting at the corner of the wall, sticking its head out, as if expecting Wei Yuan's reaction. It was indeed a cat. I tolerated you stealing the fish head, after all, you have helped many things, and I can't throw you out.
But you ate the carp monster with eight hundred years of Taoism, and left a grass carp head...
You insulted me.
The little Taoist came back to his senses and stammered, "Grass... Grass carp head, it's also delicious."
Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he waved his right hand, and the wind came, directly pulling the black cat away, but it was a spirit cat after all, and it jumped flexibly and broke free. The little Taoist quickly reacted to the ins and outs of what happened, gnashed his teeth, and stretched out his hand to pull.
Just like dealing with the Onmyoji Shikigami in Sakurajima, he skillfully pinched the back of the black cat's neck. Wei Yuan could see clearly this time. This was clearly the magical power of controlling wind and fire, which softened the Wudang Mountain's move of sweeping the bird's tail. The wind and fire formed a vortex, and the five fingers became strength. There was no way to escape.
You can imagine how hard it was for the little Taoist Ah Xuan to catch cats in the mountains to practice this magical power.
The black cat was held by the neck.
The whole body hung down.
The young Taoist priest held the black cat with both hands and shook it back and forth, leaving an afterimage, almost crying:
"Give me back my chopped pepper fish head, Lei, why did you steal it."
The black cat Lei looked hopeless and said:
"I don't know how to tell you."
"After all, I'm just a cat."
Wei Yuan clenched his fists, ready to have a friendly physical exchange with the black cat, to open up the spiritual wisdom of this little cat. With a jingle, the door opened. Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, stopped threatening, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll be there soon."
Before he finished speaking, footsteps sounded, and someone came over skillfully.
The girl in modern clothes tied into a high ponytail held a gift in one hand, looking at Wei Yuan in the room, the thirteen or fourteen-year-old Taoist boy with a trace of fire on his forehead, and the water ghost watching the show and eating melons. The hopeless black cat was stunned and said, "This is..."
"What's wrong?"
Wei Yuan was stunned and said, "Jue?"