Bai Lang himself remembered where Lu Bu's tomb was - after all, he was one of the people who buried Lu Bu back then, so of course he remembered where Lu Bu's tomb was. He remembered that although a coffin was prepared for Lu Bu at that time, the tomb was quite big, but it was relatively simple.
The specifications of the tomb passage, the tomb chamber, and the left and right wings are just the same. In addition to Lu Bu's armor and battle robes, those buried for Lu Bu were his Fangtian painted halberd, as well as some pottery figurines, gold jewelry and shells.
Of course, the tombstone, the epitaph, and some of the words in the tomb were all written by Zhong Yao later. The most important thing is that Bailang's white tiger fighting spirit is entrenched in the tomb as a guard. However, time has changed, and Lu Bu's tomb has already been flooded.
The river changed its course repeatedly, bringing a large amount of alluvial soil, causing Lu Bu's tomb to be covered with thick soil, and at the same time, it became part of the bottom of the lake.
If they could find this tomb and excavate it, the Fangtian Painted Halberd could become a divine weapon similar to Yun Shuishan's to protect the country. Unfortunately, Guan Yu's Leng Yan Saw and Zhang Fei's Snake Spear are truly missing.
- Maybe they can be unearthed by finding their respective cemeteries? And the country has set its sights on the place where the magic weapon is most likely to be - the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. As an ancient capital, Xi'an does not even have a strange place within a hundred miles.
within.
This may be the reason why there is something suppressing one party here...
In short, if the country has something in its hands, it will not panic. It can also be picky and picky - it cannot ignore what happens around the country, but it cannot be in vain. Those small countries have lost social order due to strange places, and the big countries will
We must take responsibility, not only to eliminate those strange places, but also to effectively control the place. Anyway, the Han-style copper pillars have been around since ancient times, so it is normal to directly take back the Baiyue Land.
Going west is afraid of reaching the West Sea (Caspian Sea), but there is no expansion to the north - everyone in the Far East who can escape has already fled into China, or managed to escape by plane to Europe, and only one out of a hundred has stayed here.
There is really no solution to the snow ghosts. I am afraid that the four counties of the Eastern Han Dynasty cannot be taken back, but now it seems that there is a chance to intervene. Xiang Nan is afraid that the entire South China Sea will become an inland sea. But there is no need to directly rule those countries...
..
Changshu went south this time and killed all the little ghosts and descendants in the south. The local wizards had long since died out - the strange places were obviously born in or near the places where those wizards lived, and they swallowed up those wizards immediately.
Wizards - even if they don't actually have any skills. The strange place here is very ferocious, and it kills people very quickly, and it's more like some kind of fatal infectious disease.
"Memetic infection..." Experts came to this conclusion after learning about it - you will be infected if you hear it, see it, and know it. However, for experts who are near the coffin and the Changsha, this weird thing is
Delivered to your door. After a tiger's roar, the little ghost thousands of miles away flew away and never reincarnated, and the strange place disappeared directly... You are wreaking havoc with memes, and you are also destroyed by memes.
Bailang himself was already at Prince of Wales Corner at this time. He left the car aside casually. He was probably the only one within a hundred kilometers nearby. All the residents of the original Welsh city had fled - there weren't many people in the first place. It was gloomy.
The sky, the rough sea in front of me, and the looming things in the sea. All these bring only a kind of desolate fear, and Bailang has no fear at all.
It’s a joke. He is the only master of internal scenes. In today’s world, he can destroy the world by himself. It is not difficult for him to cause large-scale destruction. With his internal strength and his martial arts, he can set off a madness that sweeps thousands of miles.
The problem is, strong winds exceeding 250 kilometers per hour will tear apart and destroy everything. Is it just necessary? Bailang has no interest in this kind of meaningless destruction.
"The lethality is completely excessive, but there is no intuitive deterrent effect." Bailang looked at the sea in front of him and muttered to himself. Then he took a step directly and stood firmly on the sea. Wherever Bailang looked, there was originally
The turbulent waves were directly smoothed by a force, and the sea in front of me was as calm as a mirror. The white waves were walking smoothly on the sea, although the speed was slow but fast, but in half an hour, they had crossed the Bering Strait and set foot on Chuuk
The land of the odd peninsula.
"Oh, I'm back in Asia." Bai Lang paused on the frozen soil. He turned around to face the North American continent in the distance. He stretched out one hand and turned it slightly. The invisible wind swirled around his palm and his arm. "
Go." Bailang's internal force aroused the vitality between heaven and earth, and then the seemingly endless internal force surged out from his body, but it did not cause a violent hurricane, but a cylindrical whirlwind just like this on the sea surface.
It flew up and flew out.
It only takes a few minutes for the cyclone to cross the sea. When it reaches the sky over the North American continent, the cyclone breaks up into wisps of light wind, mixes with the cold wind from the north, and flies towards the south... and the light wind passes by
Everywhere, ghosts cry and wolves howl... "Add some ingredients, hahahahaha." Bailang laughed so hard that all he did was help the people of North America change their mortality rate, and he didn't change much. He died in a strange place.
The population percentage is moved one decimal point to the left.
It's okay. The population of North America is close to 400 million. A thousand deaths is nothing. It's not even close to the mortality rate of World War II.
Bailang moved so fast in the no-man's land in the north that his whole body seemed to be melting into the wind. The Nandou White Tiger Fist brought the cold wind southward. Bailang, who had entered the border, finally entered the civilized society again. He was now in a
We were eating and drinking in a restaurant in the Northeast, while watching the large LCD TV hanging on the wall. "Boss, what program is this?" Bailang, as a sturdy man, is quite conspicuous in the Northeast, but the boss is not afraid of him directly robbing him.
"Hey? Brother, you look like this. It's great to participate in this show." The boss's daughter's eyes lit up and said, "What show is it?" Bai Lang continued to ask. "Auditions. Casting for the co-produced drama "White Tiger"
There are not many actors who can play the role of Bai Lang, the most powerful general in the Three Kingdoms at the end of Han Dynasty, so where is the audition?" The little girl chirped. Bai Lang said, "Audition, um, I want to play.
It is not easy to become the most powerful general in the late Han Dynasty."
"Yes, yes, don't mention that there are still image restrictions. That artifact of protecting the country has shown us what the real Bai Lang looks like several times!"
"There is such a thing..." Bai Lang acted like he just knew it and teased the little girl. The boss also saw it and laughed secretly. The little girl was mostly a middle school student and was watching the smart TV with great interest.
Play the video. "Here." Bai Lang looked at the shadow of Bai Lang cast by Yun Shui. "You can't see your face." He said with a smile, "But there are not many actors with big beards and stilted eyebrows who can hold on."