Chapter 244
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Daxia was founded less than a hundred years ago, and it was a newly opened Dynasty of great prosperity. Before the great Xia Dynasty, the overlord of the Central Plains was Ying family.
The Ying family is perhaps the most noble surname in the whole human family, because in the Ding Ding era, the famous and outstanding 14 surnames, including the Zhao family, the leader of the great Xia Dynasty, were once the vassals and branches of the royal family of Ying.
The name of the Ying Dynasty has been forgotten as a taboo, but it has lasted for 8800 years.
There are many legends about the former dynasty. For example, gold was everywhere at that time, natural materials and treasures could be seen everywhere, and high-level friars emerged in endlessly. Although the legend can not be studied, there is one point that is always difficult for storytellers to avoid, which is the Ying's imperial mausoleum!
The legend of the imperial mausoleum has been magnified infinitely in the Ding Ding era of the collapse of the former dynasty, the chaos of war and the invasion of foreign nationalities. The legend of the imperial mausoleum has been magnified infinitely. It is known that there are hundreds of millions of terra cotta warriors and Yin soldiers in Ying's imperial mausoleum. It is known that the world can expect it.
But it is this magnificent, simple and spacious city gate in the moonlight. Behind it is like an abyss that can't get out of it. Gluttonous food devours countless beings who have stepped into it. No matter how the cultivation is connected with the sky, all of them are buried and can not get out.
This is the last dignity and decency of a overlord dynasty that has lasted almost 10000 years.
Over time, Ying's mausoleum was listed as one of the eight forbidden areas under the arrangement of the imperial court of the great Xia Dynasty. Even the real site was deliberately buried. By this generation, few people knew that it was in the depth of 100000 mountains.
Perhaps there is a huge mystery behind the gate, or there are hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers who can conquer the world, but it has been sleeping in the moonlight for countless years.
But tonight, a young man with broken arms broke the peace at the gate of the city. The young man gasped, and his snow-white animal coat was also covered with some stains, which made him feel a bit embarrassed. But the peach blossom eyes were still calm, even if there was a terrible place to choose people to eat.
Yun Yan Tuoba looked at the four gold above, each stroke with the extremely majestic words of the previous dynasty, and his thoughts fell into memory.
In the western regions of China, there is an oasis under the wind and sand. A city is built on the oasis. The name of the city is Rhine.
In the center of Rhine City, above the open space of the Lord's house, a five or six-year-old boy with bare upper body held a long gun straight ahead with his only left arm. The gun was very heavy, and the baby was very hard. The sweat on his forehead was rolling. What was more difficult was the scorching sun on the top of his head, which was burning on his skin, like countless fine needles pricking and stinging.
"The purpose of practicing holding a gun is to hold the gun firmly. For those of us who use it, the gun is the extension of their own body, so we can't have any tremor. If I find out that your hand shaking, you will stab the gun 10000 times tonight."
A clear and sharp female voice sounded from her side, talking about a group of burning flames from the desert. Her red clothes fluttered in the wind and sand, and her gorgeous face was even more eye-catching than the sun above the sky.
She used to be a flower on the other side of the Yellow Spring River and a female warrior God who brought endless death. But now, she is the biggest rebel of the Daxia Dynasty. She is always nailed on the stigma column handed down by the human race and will be reviled forever.
The little boy who raised the gun was obviously afraid of the old woman in red. She insisted on biting her teeth. The blood was left from his broken lips, but his left hand holding the gun was very stable.
"It's almost time. Take the gun away."
This few numbers for the baby as if the sounds of nature, accompanied by the fall of the voice, and his collapsed body.
One hand grabs the belt of his trousers before the baby falls down, then lifts it up as if carrying a kettle, and goes to the city Lord's house not far away.
"Grandmother, why do you practice guns?"
On the way, Xiaowa came from below with a weak inquiry, and then she responded with a faint voice:
"because it is not strong enough."
"That grandmother also practices guns, even you are not strong enough?"
"Nature is not enough."
"How can it be considered strong enough?"
Xiaowa's inquiry again followed. Maybe for him who is still young, he would like to know to what extent he can stop practicing guns. There is always hope.
"Strong enough to be like him, even strong."
When the old woman in red answered this question, she felt a trace of emotion. Even her voice trembled unnaturally, as if she had all kinds of thoughts in it.
The little baby who was carried away in the air was completely intrigued, and even the pain all over her body disappeared. She raised her head and looked at the old woman's face and asked in a loud voice:
"who is he and what is he like?"
"He
At this point, the old woman stopped. Mu Lu recalled that a figure appeared in her grandmother's eyes.
"His back is as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes are as deep as Ying's imperial mausoleum. His face is as bright as a hundred flowers forest with two dimples. He has a very broad mind, like a huge sea of gods. At last, he has boundless and boundless cultivationThinking of this, after the gate in front of him, he suddenly let out a fierce roar, like the roar of countless Yin soldiers, and also like a kind of warning.
Don't enter this gate. If you enter it, you will die!
In the moonlight, in front of the vast and simple city gate, Yunyan Tuoba came back to his mind. Suddenly, the corners of his beautiful face laughed and gently lifted his feet forward. Step by step, he walked forward into the abyss that had swallowed up countless people.
"Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals. They are not allowed to see white heads in the world. Now I'm going to see how profound the so-called depth is like Ying's imperial mausoleum."
After the voice disappeared and the figure did not enter the city gate, only the moonlight which remained unchanged for thousands of years continued to sprinkle on the earth.
A quarter of an hour later, a strong wind came from afar. There were men and troops in the wind.
This is the second wave of visitors in front of the gate of Ying's Mausoleum tonight.
Guan Zhengqing, who was the leader of the huge youwinged beast, was sitting on top of the leader. He held a dragon's blood gun in his right hand and pointed at the ground. He also looked up at the four golden ancient characters of the previous dynasty and fell into silence.
A moment later, he stepped down from the winged beast, raised his hand to touch the latter's head, and let it stay in place. Then he turned around, stepping on the moonlight like a silver pool, and gradually walked towards the huge gate in front of him.
The roar behind the door suddenly reached the top, like a rebuke or a welcome?
"Commander, this is the Ying's underground palace, one of the eight forbidden areas of Daxia with no access. I think it's too risky for you to enter alone. At least you should take me with you."
After Guan Zhengqing's death, the voice of the private soldier who belonged to you wing rang out, but his pace did not stop at all, just a faint voice came out.
"No harm, you go back and tell your highness that the strongest gun in the world will be me."
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Daxia was founded less than a hundred years ago, and it was a newly opened Dynasty of great prosperity. Before the great Xia Dynasty, the overlord of the Central Plains was Ying family.
The Ying family is perhaps the most noble surname in the whole human family, because in the Ding Ding era, the famous and outstanding 14 surnames, including the Zhao family, the leader of the great Xia Dynasty, were once the vassals and branches of the royal family of Ying.
The name of the Ying Dynasty has been forgotten as a taboo, but it has lasted for 8800 years.
There are many legends about the former dynasty. For example, gold was everywhere at that time, natural materials and treasures could be seen everywhere, and high-level friars emerged in endlessly. Although the legend can not be studied, there is one point that is always difficult for storytellers to avoid, which is the Ying's imperial mausoleum!
The legend of the imperial mausoleum has been magnified infinitely in the Ding Ding era of the collapse of the former dynasty, the chaos of war and the invasion of foreign nationalities. The legend of the imperial mausoleum has been magnified infinitely. It is known that there are hundreds of millions of terra cotta warriors and Yin soldiers in Ying's imperial mausoleum. It is known that the world can expect it.
But it is this magnificent, simple and spacious city gate in the moonlight. Behind it is like an abyss that can't get out of it. Gluttonous food devours countless beings who have stepped into it. No matter how the cultivation is connected with the sky, all of them are buried and can not get out.
This is the last dignity and decency of a overlord dynasty that has lasted almost 10000 years.
Over time, Ying's mausoleum was listed as one of the eight forbidden areas under the arrangement of the imperial court of the great Xia Dynasty. Even the real site was deliberately buried. By this generation, few people knew that it was in the depth of 100000 mountains.
Perhaps there is a huge mystery behind the gate, or there are hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers who can conquer the world, but it has been sleeping in the moonlight for countless years.
But tonight, a young man with broken arms broke the peace at the gate of the city. The young man gasped, and his snow-white animal coat was also covered with some stains, which made him feel a bit embarrassed. But the peach blossom eyes were still calm, even if there was a terrible place to choose people to eat.
Yun Yan Tuoba looked at the four gold above, each stroke with the extremely majestic words of the previous dynasty, and his thoughts fell into memory.
In the western regions of China, there is an oasis under the wind and sand. A city is built on the oasis. The name of the city is Rhine.
In the center of Rhine City, above the open space of the Lord's house, a five or six-year-old boy with bare upper body held a long gun straight ahead with his only left arm. The gun was very heavy, and the baby was very hard. The sweat on his forehead was rolling. What was more difficult was the scorching sun on the top of his head, which was burning on his skin, like countless fine needles pricking and stinging.
"The purpose of practicing holding a gun is to hold the gun firmly. For those of us who use it, the gun is the extension of their own body, so we can't have any tremor. If I find out that your hand shaking, you will stab the gun 10000 times tonight."
A clear and sharp female voice sounded from her side, talking about a group of burning flames from the desert. Her red clothes fluttered in the wind and sand, and her gorgeous face was even more eye-catching than the sun above the sky.
She used to be a flower on the other side of the Yellow Spring River and a female warrior God who brought endless death. But now, she is the biggest rebel of the Daxia Dynasty. She is always nailed on the stigma column handed down by the human race and will be reviled forever.
The little boy who raised the gun was obviously afraid of the old woman in red. She insisted on biting her teeth. The blood was left from his broken lips, but his left hand holding the gun was very stable.
"It's almost time. Take the gun away."
This few numbers for the baby as if the sounds of nature, accompanied by the fall of the voice, and his collapsed body.
One hand grabs the belt of his trousers before the baby falls down, then lifts it up as if carrying a kettle, and goes to the city Lord's house not far away.
"Grandmother, why do you practice guns?"
On the way, Xiaowa came from below with a weak inquiry, and then she responded with a faint voice:
"because it is not strong enough."
"That grandmother also practices guns, even you are not strong enough?"
"Nature is not enough."
"How can it be considered strong enough?"
Xiaowa's inquiry again followed. Maybe for him who is still young, he would like to know to what extent he can stop practicing guns. There is always hope.
"Strong enough to be like him, even strong."
When the old woman in red answered this question, she felt a trace of emotion. Even her voice trembled unnaturally, as if she had all kinds of thoughts in it.
The little baby who was carried away in the air was completely intrigued, and even the pain all over her body disappeared. She raised her head and looked at the old woman's face and asked in a loud voice:
"who is he and what is he like?"
"He
At this point, the old woman stopped. Mu Lu recalled that a figure appeared in her grandmother's eyes.
"His back is as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes are as deep as Ying's imperial mausoleum. His face is as bright as a hundred flowers forest with two dimples. He has a very broad mind, like a huge sea of gods. At last, he has boundless and boundless cultivationThinking of this, after the gate in front of him, he suddenly let out a fierce roar, like the roar of countless Yin soldiers, and also like a kind of warning.
Don't enter this gate. If you enter it, you will die!
In the moonlight, in front of the vast and simple city gate, Yunyan Tuoba came back to his mind. Suddenly, the corners of his beautiful face laughed and gently lifted his feet forward. Step by step, he walked forward into the abyss that had swallowed up countless people.
"Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals. They are not allowed to see white heads in the world. Now I'm going to see how profound the so-called depth is like Ying's imperial mausoleum."
After the voice disappeared and the figure did not enter the city gate, only the moonlight which remained unchanged for thousands of years continued to sprinkle on the earth.
A quarter of an hour later, a strong wind came from afar. There were men and troops in the wind.
This is the second wave of visitors in front of the gate of Ying's Mausoleum tonight.
Guan Zhengqing, who was the leader of the huge youwinged beast, was sitting on top of the leader. He held a dragon's blood gun in his right hand and pointed at the ground. He also looked up at the four golden ancient characters of the previous dynasty and fell into silence.
A moment later, he stepped down from the winged beast, raised his hand to touch the latter's head, and let it stay in place. Then he turned around, stepping on the moonlight like a silver pool, and gradually walked towards the huge gate in front of him.
The roar behind the door suddenly reached the top, like a rebuke or a welcome?
"Commander, this is the Ying's underground palace, one of the eight forbidden areas of Daxia with no access. I think it's too risky for you to enter alone. At least you should take me with you."
After Guan Zhengqing's death, the voice of the private soldier who belonged to you wing rang out, but his pace did not stop at all, just a faint voice came out.
"No harm, you go back and tell your highness that the strongest gun in the world will be me."
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Daxia was founded less than a hundred years ago, and it was a newly opened Dynasty of great prosperity. Before the great Xia Dynasty, the overlord of the Central Plains was Ying family. The Ying family is perhaps the most noble surname in the whole human family, because in the Ding Ding era, the famous and outstanding 14 surnames, including the Zhao family, the leader of the great Xia Dynasty, were once the vassals and branches of the royal family of Ying. The name of the Ying Dynasty has been forgotten as a taboo, but it has lasted for 8800 years. There are many legends about the former dynasty. For example, gold was everywhere at that time, natural materials and treasures could be seen everywhere, and high-level friars emerged in endlessly. Although the legend can not be studied, there is one point that is always difficult for storytellers to avoid, which is the Ying's imperial mausoleum! The legend of the imperial mausoleum has been magnified infinitely in the Ding Ding era of the collapse of the former dynasty, the chaos of war and the invasion of foreign nationalities. The legend of the imperial mausoleum has been magnified infinitely. It is known that there are hundreds of millions of terra cotta warriors and Yin soldiers in Ying's imperial mausoleum. It is known that the world can expect it. But it is this magnificent, simple and spacious city gate in the moonlight. Behind it is like an abyss that can't get out of it. Gluttonous food devours countless beings who have stepped into it. No matter how the cultivation is connected with the sky, all of them are buried and can not get out. This is the last dignity and decency of a overlord dynasty that has lasted almost 10000 years. Over time, Ying's mausoleum was listed as one of the eight forbidden areas under the arrangement of the imperial court of the great Xia Dynasty. Even the real site was deliberately buried. By this generation, few people knew that it was in the depth of 100000 mountains. Perhaps there is a huge mystery behind the gate, or there are hundreds of millions of Yin soldiers who can conquer the world, but it has been sleeping in the moonlight for countless years. But tonight, a young man with broken arms broke the peace at the gate of the city. The young man gasped, and his snow-white animal coat was also covered with some stains, which made him feel a bit embarrassed. But the peach blossom eyes were still calm, even if there was a terrible place to choose people to eat. Yun Yan Tuoba looked at the four gold above, each stroke with the extremely majestic words of the previous dynasty, and his thoughts fell into memory. In the western regions of China, there is an oasis under the wind and sand. A city is built on the oasis. The name of the city is Rhine. In the center of Rhine City, above the open space of the Lord's house, a five or six-year-old boy with bare upper body held a long gun straight ahead with his only left arm. The gun was very heavy, and the baby was very hard. The sweat on his forehead was rolling. What was more difficult was the scorching sun on the top of his head, which was burning on his skin, like countless fine needles pricking and stinging. "The purpose of practicing holding a gun is to hold the gun firmly. For those of us who use it, the gun is the extension of their own body, so we can't have any tremor. If I find out that your hand shaking, you will stab the gun 10000 times tonight." A clear and sharp female voice sounded from her side, talking about a group of burning flames from the desert. Her red clothes fluttered in the wind and sand, and her gorgeous face was even more eye-catching than the sun above the sky. She used to be a flower on the other side of the Yellow Spring River and a female warrior God who brought endless death. But now, she is the biggest rebel of the Daxia Dynasty. She is always nailed on the stigma column handed down by the human race and will be reviled forever. The little boy who raised the gun was obviously afraid of the old woman in red. She insisted on biting her teeth. The blood was left from his broken lips, but his left hand holding the gun was very stable. "It's almost time. Take the gun away." This few numbers for the baby as if the sounds of nature, accompanied by the fall of the voice, and his collapsed body. One hand grabs the belt of his trousers before the baby falls down, then lifts it up as if carrying a kettle, and goes to the city Lord's house not far away. "Grandmother, why do you practice guns?" On the way, Xiaowa came from below with a weak inquiry, and then she responded with a faint voice: "because it is not strong enough." "That grandmother also practices guns, even you are not strong enough?" "Nature is not enough." "How can it be considered strong enough?" Xiaowa's inquiry again followed. Maybe for him who is still young, he would like to know to what extent he can stop practicing guns. There is always hope. "Strong enough to be like him, even strong." When the old woman in red answered this question, she felt a trace of emotion. Even her voice trembled unnaturally, as if she had all kinds of thoughts in it. The little baby who was carried away in the air was completely intrigued, and even the pain all over her body disappeared. She raised her head and looked at the old woman's face and asked in a loud voice: "who is he and what is he like?" "He At this point, the old woman stopped. Mu Lu recalled that a figure appeared in her grandmother's eyes. "His back is as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes are as deep as Ying's imperial mausoleum. His face is as bright as a hundred flowers forest with two dimples. He has a very broad mind, like a huge sea of gods. At last, he has boundless and boundless cultivationThinking of this, after the gate in front of him, he suddenly let out a fierce roar, like the roar of countless Yin soldiers, and also like a kind of warning. Don't enter this gate. If you enter it, you will die! In the moonlight, in front of the vast and simple city gate, Yunyan Tuoba came back to his mind. Suddenly, the corners of his beautiful face laughed and gently lifted his feet forward. Step by step, he walked forward into the abyss that had swallowed up countless people. "Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals. They are not allowed to see white heads in the world. Now I'm going to see how profound the so-called depth is like Ying's imperial mausoleum." After the voice disappeared and the figure did not enter the city gate, only the moonlight which remained unchanged for thousands of years continued to sprinkle on the earth. A quarter of an hour later, a strong wind came from afar. There were men and troops in the wind. This is the second wave of visitors in front of the gate of Ying's Mausoleum tonight. Guan Zhengqing, who was the leader of the huge youwinged beast, was sitting on top of the leader. He held a dragon's blood gun in his right hand and pointed at the ground. He also looked up at the four golden ancient characters of the previous dynasty and fell into silence. A moment later, he stepped down from the winged beast, raised his hand to touch the latter's head, and let it stay in place. Then he turned around, stepping on the moonlight like a silver pool, and gradually walked towards the huge gate in front of him. The roar behind the door suddenly reached the top, like a rebuke or a welcome? "Commander, this is the Ying's underground palace, one of the eight forbidden areas of Daxia with no access. I think it's too risky for you to enter alone. At least you should take me with you." After Guan Zhengqing's death, the voice of the private soldier who belonged to you wing rang out, but his pace did not stop at all, just a faint voice came out. "No harm, you go back and tell your highness that the strongest gun in the world will be me." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
