Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Nine The Lost Inheritance
Du Ruoxi's words reminded the man in black robe.
The man in black robe was obviously very interested in the inner elixir of the dragon, so he actually went into battle himself and used a sharp blade to break open the dragon's abdomen.
But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find anything similar to the inner elixir. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I snorted and walked forward alone. "
Legends are just legends after all." Ding Xueru shook his head and then ordered the team to move on.
The dangers in the Death Swamp are not only these huge monsters, but also the poisonous miasma mist floating in the air.
However, everyone in the archaeological team has prepared gas masks, even Lin Shan and Ada are fully prepared. Of course, these are also necessary equipment for going to the tomb, so wearing gas masks, the threat of poisonous miasma to them is almost zero
.
By walking along the path of the safe passage, you can usually avoid these dangerous creatures.
Wu marched very quickly and successfully crossed the Death Swamp in less than two days.
It's much faster than walking through the dark forest.
Of course, this may also be related to the death of the black dragon, otherwise walking in this death swamp would not be so smooth.
Speaking of which, they had to thank Lin Shan for his unintentional act.
In fact, Lin Shan did not expect that taking away the purple air mass would directly lead to the death of the dragon.
"There is an endless sea of sand ahead, let's take a rest first." Ding Xueru wiped the sweat from his forehead, then took the telescope worn by Han Li and looked at it and said.
Han Li nodded and ordered the team to stop, then set up a tent and cook.
I don't know if it's an illusion or the climate is like this. After walking out of the Hu Death Swamp, the temperature seemed to have risen a lot, and it already felt like a scorching desert.
And now they haven't entered the endless sea of sand.
Lin Shan has explored this place at high altitude before. The scope of the endless sand sea is very small. There should not be such conditions to form a microclimate. So
It’s a little weird with the temperature rising like this.”
Professor Ding, can ancient formation techniques change the environment and climate?" Lin Shan was curious, so he approached Ding Xueru to ask.
Ding Xueru smiled and said, "Mr. Lin is referring to the current high temperature, right?" Lin
Shan nodded, frowned and said: "We have just left the swamp and have not yet reached the endless sand sea. The temperature seems to have increased by more than ten degrees. It is simply too hot, and it is still the dry heat of the desert."
"As far as I know, our ancient knowledge of formations can indeed turn things upside down and create an independent small world. The dark forest, death swamp, and endless sand sea in front of here must have been shaped by formations.
I’m sure this was never an environment like this before. It’s just that such magical formation techniques have been lost now.”
Speaking of this, Ding Xueru said with some emotion: "Actually, not only the formation techniques, many of the magical techniques created by our ancestors have been lost in the long river of history, and less than one percent of them have been preserved and left behind.
, and it’s just scratching the surface. Speaking of which, it’s really a pity.”
When I decided to study archeology, I hoped to find these magical skills from ancient tombs and restore my Chinese heritage. But unfortunately, over the years, I have excavated many ancient tombs, but there are very few good things.
.""
Professor, do you think there will be any of these magical skills in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang?" Lin Shan asked.
Ding Xueru nodded and said: "Although Qin Shihuang committed the sin of burning books and humiliating Confucian scholars, according to some historical records, Qin Shihuang actually left a set of isolated copies of many schools of thought. And these theories contain our
The crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors, such as formations, martial arts, physiognomy, mechanism skills, alchemy skills, etc., I think these good things can definitely be found in the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. It’s just a pity that we can’t enter the Mausoleum now.
It would be a pity to let those babies sleep deep underground..."
Aren't you trying to get into Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum?" Lin Shan asked immediately.
Ding Xueru shook his head and sighed, and said: "The Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang can be called the largest tomb in China in the past five thousand years. Its scale and exquisite construction are unmatched by emperors of all dynasties. And the treasures buried in the imperial mausoleum,
It is piled up like a mountain and is extremely valuable. But after so many years and so many dynasties, no one has been able to open this underground palace."
"It wasn't until the Three Kingdoms period that Cao Cao first created the gold-touching school captain, and Cao Hong served as it. He invited the world's masters of tomb robbers to form a touching army. Only then did some clues be found, but Cao Hong could not enter this tomb until his death. In
Some of the clues I searched mentioned that Cao Hong got the secret key to enter Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum, but he only needed a key and a lock. Cao Hong had been searching for many years but could not find the lock, so the secret key was in vain.
Already."
"You mean, no one has entered Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum for so many years? Is this too exaggerated?" Lin Shan asked in disbelief. Ding
Xueru said: "Masters of tomb robberies in the past dynasties have wanted to explore Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum, but no one has succeeded. Do you think the Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum that we know now is really the burial place of Qin Shi Huang?"
"Isn't it?" Lin Shan asked curiously.
Ding Xueru shook his head and smiled, and at the same time glanced at the black-robed man who was listening attentively, and then said: "Of course not. Otherwise, do you think those master tomb robbers can get in? Even if they use explosives, they will have to blow a hole for them.
come out.""
I mean the same thing. In an era of chaos, there is no need to worry about protecting cultural relics. The only real thing is to be able to grab treasures." Lin Shan nodded and said.
At this time, the man in black robe suddenly said: "Professor Ding, it seems you know some clues about Qin Shihuang's Mausoleum?"
Ding Xueru nodded with some satisfaction and said: "We have indeed obtained some clues, but the authenticity has not yet been determined. In addition, if we can find the secret key to Cao Hong's tomb that we are about to enter now, then we can follow
Those clues corroborate each other, and we may be able to find the real location of the imperial tomb."
"It seems that Professor Ding is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking." The man in black robe said with a smile. Ding
Xue Confucianism was not embarrassed and said: "The secret key is also a treasure. Isn't it good that we each get what we need? Of course, if sir is willing, we can continue to cooperate and look for the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang together."
The man in black robe said calmly: "We'd better find Cao Hong's tomb and the secret key first."
"Did you give Zhuge's suicide note to me?" Lin Shan joked.
The man in black robe looked at Lin Shan, but he smiled and said nothing.
The team rested all night, and early the next morning, they headed towards the endless sand sea in high spirits. But
After walking for less than an hour, everyone lost their direction. Even the compass didn't work here...