Although that's what I said.
But the modern society is ruled by law.
Wei Yuan certainly won't be like before, wearing black clothes, carrying a sword, with a Qin crossbow on his waist, and six fine steel crossbow arrows.
Take advantage of the night to sneak into the city.
While mobilizing other forces to contain the city guards, execute the decapitation plan.
What era is it now.
Civilized people.
There must be modern methods.
Science, do you understand science?
Wei Yuan searched for the target person's information on his mobile phone.
Then he silently took out the copper coin and performed a gossip algorithm. After confirming that this action would not be discovered, he sat on the bed and fell into a light sleep, wearing the Guanguan feather on his waist, which was best used in dreams.
In the past, interrogation required all kinds of cruel methods. Even so, some people would refuse to speak, or deliberately leak wrong information, leading to wrong judgments. However, people are almost defenseless in dreams, which means that information can be easily obtained in dreams.
Wei Yuan stepped out of his dream and appeared in the dream city of Quan.
In Jue's dream, a Kunlun Mountain was still faintly visible, and the water ghosts were drinking Coke in their dreams.
When Wei Yuan passed by Hu Ming Bookstore, he saw the dream of the little Taoist Ah Xuan.
He slept soundly, but he was meditating in his dream.
Curled up naturally like a baby, breathing softly, breathing in and out in dreams, and breathing in reality, up and down, are exactly the same, without any difference. This is a manifestation of extremely high Taoism, and the soul, body and heaven and earth are in harmony.
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze.
Three copper coins appeared in his hand, and the position of the researcher was determined by divination of the name.
Then he moved forward quickly in his dream.
He used magic without hesitation.
He quickly arrived at the home of Dong Yuefeng's student, the researcher named Ye Yucheng, and then easily entered the latter's dream. He was a single man with a tidy and meticulous home. In the dream, Ye Yucheng was still conducting research and did not notice Wei Yuan's appearance at all.
Because it was in a dream, Wei Yuan sat next to Ye Yucheng's table in a familiar manner.
He looked through the antiquities and historical research.
Ye Yucheng looked up blankly and asked, "Who are you?"
Heibingtai, fellow villager, open the door to check the water meter.
Wei Yuan muttered in his heart, lowered his eyes and said: "It doesn't matter who I am."
"But I heard that you are studying the imperial tombs, the tomb of the First Emperor?"
Because it was in a dream, Ye Yucheng was no longer vigilant and answered smoothly:
"Yes."
There was even some excitement in his tone:
"The Tomb of Qin Shihuang, that was the first emperor of China."
"Just the terracotta warriors and horses excavated from the burial pit can suppress the so-called Pharaoh's Pyramid, but this is an ordinary terracotta warrior, just a regular formation, You don't know, we have found more than 400 burial pits, and this is just a small part. "
"No one knows how many burial pit figurines there are of the First Emperor."
"And one of these burial pits is an armory."
"Although the armor buried in it is made of stone, each piece of armor has been polished."
"We have calculated that if it is all handmade, it takes a craftsman 400 to 600 days to complete a set of armor, but there are 87 sets of such equipment in the k9801 burial pit, And these armors are obviously stronger than the armors on the Terracotta Warriors. Do you know what this means? "
Ye Yucheng emphasized his tone and said:
"This means that the burial pits of the First Emperor's Mausoleum have a hierarchy. "
"Outside are the regular formations. "
"Inside are the standard armors of the middle-level generals. "
"And this is only the part outside the inner hall, which is the burial pit. "
"So, what about Meng Tian? What about Wang Jian? What about Li Xin? Where are the terracotta figurines of these famous Qin generals?"
He paused and said: "And, Did the emperor's personal guards also guard the outside of the inner palace? What kind of armor did the general with the halberd whose name is not recorded in history books wear? Did he still guard the emperor's peace day and night for thousands of years like he did when he was alive? "
Wei Yuan suddenly fell silent and said softly:
"He...didn't do that."
"What?"
In the dream, Ye Yucheng looked at Wei Yuan who interrupted him blankly and said:
"This is impossible."
"How could the general with the halberd abandon the emperor?"
Wei Yuan was speechless.
Ye Yucheng's thoughts obviously did not react as quickly as when he was awake. After a pause, he said to himself: "In this way, the cultural history of my Shenzhou can blind the eyes of those Westerners and let them know that their world wonders are not worth mentioning."
"Historical relics are in the first place in Shenzhou, and the rest are the so-called wonders in the West."
"The so-called seven wonders are at best only at the same level as the burial pit of the First Emperor."
Looking at the fanatical Ye Yucheng in front of him.
Wei Yuan asked: "In this case, why do you want to dig the imperial tomb?"
Ye Yucheng said as a matter of course: "The First Emperor is dead."
"It's a waste to bury those things underground. Buried underground, they are no different from those stones. Only by digging them out can the world know the brilliance of the Qin Dynasty."
Wei Yuan looked at this enthusiastic researcher and said nothing more.
Sitting on the chair, he leaned back a little and said:
"So, do you know who decided this project?"
"And the people who participated in this research."
"Of course I know."
Wei Yuan materialized a list in his dream and said, "Then, write down all their names."
Ye Yucheng's face showed hesitation and said:
"We agreed not to spread it."
Wei Yuan slowed down his tone and said gently, "This is not a spread."
"You see, no one will know."
"I won't tell others."
Wei Yuan added silently in his heart, but I will visit them.
Under the effect of the spell, Ye Yucheng's persistence was quickly disintegrated. A pen appeared in his hand and he quickly wrote down the names on the paper. Because this was in his dream, when he wrote down the names, the faces of those researchers also appeared and were remembered by Wei Yuan.
"Well, have a good dream."
Wei Yuan stood up, nodded slightly, and exited Ye Yucheng's dream.
He did not embarrass this person, nor did he reveal the identity of Heibingtai.
The core purpose was to find out the cause and motivation of this incident, not other things. Wei Yuan looked at the lists in his hand, relied on divination, searched one by one, and entered their dreams according to the method just now, trying to find out the motives and purposes of these people.
He got the result.
These people have different motives. A considerable part of them involve fame and success, and rely on the experience of developing the imperial mausoleum this time to enrich their qualifications. However, these people also have the goal of finding ancient classics, allowing the splendor of ancient Chinese culture to conquer the world, and solving many current confusions about the pre-Qin period.
The monks who participated in this action also found the manuscripts of Laozi and Zhuangzi.
The idea of using this to improve the classics and develop new exercises in the era of spiritual energy recovery.
Perhaps the purpose of the people behind them is not so simple, but these front-line personnel are very pure, with legitimate and sufficient reasons. They have ways to protect cultural relics from oxidation, so they naturally want to develop them and make those precious cultures and treasures public. In their opinion, it is a waste to leave these brilliant treasures underground.
Finally, Wei Yuan stood in front of an old man's house, looking at the old-fashioned street lamps painted with green paint and horn-like, some mottled old building walls, and traces left by creepers, which were completely different from the high-rise buildings in the dream around him. He stood alone in the dream, and suddenly felt that things were different.
For him, the First Emperor was the king who conquered the six countries, the emperor who shared the world's great wishes with him, conferred the gods, laughed and drank with his subjects, and would attack Xiangshan because of anger, and would directly abandon it because he disliked the crown was too heavy and the imperial robe was too hot. He was a living person with a temper.
But in the eyes of these researchers
The First Emperor is just a symbol of the past. It can even be said that this symbol has never been alive.
The First Emperor, surnamed Ying and clan Zhao, unified politics, writing, wheels, writing, and weights and measures.
This is his life.
When there is a greater and nobler purpose, it is natural to develop the tomb of the First Emperor. This is scientific research, opening the "box" left by the ancestors for future generations. For Wei Yuan, this is to dig up the tomb of a person he was once very familiar with, who once lived and had joys and sorrows, and disturb his sleep.
The emperor who swallowed the world is really gone.
Such cognition is very subtle.
It's like when people live to a certain age, their parents and friends slowly leave.
But sometimes the inertia of life pushes you forward, so that you don't have time to realize that they are gone.
Only occasionally, you will remember it.
Then there will be a feeling of melancholy and a little pain.
Some memories are beautiful.
But some memories are like a hand gently brushing against a sharp blade, leaving a pain that will not go away for a long time. As time goes by, such stings will become more and more, so the older many people are, the less willing they are to be alone. Only a noisy and busy life can dilute the pain in their memories.
When the pain brought by those memories becomes dull, it is the time to get old.
At that time, regrets will only be nostalgia.
But, Wei Yuan.
You will always return to your youth, always vivid, and always painful.
Time is cruel and heavy to everyone, whether it is immortal or dead.
Wei Yuan shook his head and threw away the sudden feeling. No matter what the reason was, he wanted to stop this kind of thing. This is the Municipal Museum. As a large museum that is counted in the entire Jiangnan Road, there are many precious antiques here. The old owner inside is a very famous historian in Jiangnan.
Especially for the antiques of the Qin and Han Dynasties.
A guard of the Black Ice Terrace rubbed his hands, climbed over the wall skillfully, entered the door, and then entered the old man's dream.
The reason of this old professor is very similar to that of Dong Yuefeng. Old scholars who have studied history for a lifetime can hardly resist the temptation of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. From this old professor, Wei Yuan also knew that the whole project started a month ago, and all the steps were prepared in an orderly manner.
Unless he went to make a big fuss, otherwise, this kind of thing would be difficult to stop.
But not to mention that he himself was unwilling, the possibility of this matter alone would give Zhang Daoyou a heart attack.
Wei Yuan pondered for a while and decided to ask the old Tianshi to see if Zhang Ruosu could suspend this matter as a Tianshi. If it really didn't work, he could only accept Dong Yuefeng's invitation, mix into the team, and then open the mechanism to close the outer palace of the entire mausoleum and make it impossible to enter the interior. Zhang Han, who supervised the construction of the imperial mausoleum in the later period, would occasionally chat with Yuan about these things.
At least he knew the tricks of the external mechanism.
Wei Yuan was ready to leave.
His eyes casually scanned the old professor's dream, and then his movements paused slightly.
This is the accumulation of the old man's past memories, most of which are the Qin and Han Dynasty antiques he studied. Wei Yuan saw a pendant with half a ring on it. The ring was a little rough, but very familiar.
This is...
Wei Yuan was slightly absent-minded.
The former sharp warrior half-crouched down and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile.
He handed over the pendant in his hand and said softly:
'This is the most important thing to me now. '
'Now I give it to you. My name is Yuan. Let me make a promise with you. One day, when you are in danger, as long as I am still alive, no matter how far away, I will definitely rush over to save you. This is the promise of the Great Qin, and it will definitely not be violated. '
The pendant of the year?