But the root behind that wall is not a cave, but a tomb.
This is a very simple tomb, but the layout is extremely primitive. The common coffins, long lamps and so on are not placed in the room. There is a green slate and the owner of the tomb sits cross-legged on the slate.
I don’t know how many years have passed, but the body is still wearing it. It seems that a sword is placed in front of the ornaments, and a letter. To be precise, it can’t be called the body, but Cao Yi, a skeleton in clothes, tries to hold her breath, but I’m afraid that if I’m not careful, it will destroy everything inside.
He is not familiar with the ancient tomb specifications, but he also knows that there must be a coffin in the tomb. Now there is not even a coffin in this tomb. It is really strange that if the poor can’t afford a coffin and a straw mat, how can they build such a tomb?
"This is" at this time, Perrin finally came over. She had a good look and was as strange as Cao Yi. Then she suddenly thought of it and said, "Is this a burial?"
"Bury" Cao Yi has never heard of this kind of burial method.
Perrin explained, "Xiong likes to collect all kinds of strange books, especially martial arts classics. I once heard him remember that the Wulin in the Central Plains suffered unprecedented disasters in the late Qing Dynasty. Many people with lofty ideals went to the country to lose their classics, and the ultimate trend of human resources was hard to recover. Those Chinese men were unwilling to shave their heads and surrender their slaves, or they would rather kill themselves with swords or retire to the mountains and forests, and they could not forgive themselves after they died."
"Oh" these old stories in Wulin are not interested at all. After listening to them, Qu Yong may be interested. "It seems that this tomb owner died at that time."
"Yes," Perrin said. "The letter in front of him should be an introduction to his life. We can have a look."
Chapter three hundred and forty The enemy martial arts
Waves of gloomy and foul-smelling wind blew from everywhere, making Cao Yi cold in his heart and cold in his body.
"What’s there to see about this kind of thing? Is there any way to let us out?"
"You don’t want to see it," said Blanche.
Cao Yi shrugged and said, "I can’t think of a reason to look at this thing." He looked around at the surrounding environment. He touched the east, touched the west and touched it everywhere, but he didn’t touch anything to touch his hands.
"What are you touching?"
"Touch the wall"
"wall"
Cao Yi sighed, "This brick was poured from glutinous rice to build a city in ancient times. It was made by Zhu Yuanzhang, who said that Jinling City was built when Zhu Yuanzhang" built a city high and slowly became king "."
"You know a lot." Perrin was still more interested in the dead body in front of her. She casually asked, "Listen to you, this person should have a high status at that time. He could build bricks to repair his tomb."
"I’m saying," Cao Yi sighed repeatedly, "except that we are lucky to break this side, the other two sides are building walls, and this side is also the same mud to the south. This is strange, isn’t it?"
Perrin said, "What’s strange?"
Cao Yi said, "You know this is a tomb, so you should at least know the structure of the tomb. There can’t be two walls, and the south is not a city wall."
Perrin said, "I don’t know."
Cao Yi said, "Why don’t we dig and see?"
"You’re crazy," Perrin said. "There are mountains behind here. How are you going to dig?"
Cao Yi touched his nose and said, "Just talk to me. Did you see anything strange about this body?"
The gloomy tomb was covered with rotten meat and ashes, and the skeleton was hung with rags and dusty past. Everything was looking at Cao Yi, and Cao Yi was also looking at the skeleton.
"This skeleton joint is a bit interesting," Cao Yi casually said. "You see that the average hand is not so thick. It seems that this person has good kung fu. If you look at his legs with O-shaped arches, he is very stable. If you look at the bone scab on the right side of the clavicle, it should be a fracture, and the left rib, the fourth rib and the fifth rib, fell to the ground. It should not grow before death, which may be the cause of his death."
Perrin asked "the cause of death"
Cao Yi explained, "You haven’t studied anatomy, but you can also feel on your own body that the clavicle is the second rib, and the fourth rib and the fifth rib are just in the heart of a person. Think about it. If this person is killed by a punch before he dies, it also explains why his fourth and fifth ribs fell to the root of the earth after carrion."
Perrin said, "It makes sense to hear you say that."
"Just look at it and you will know." Cao Yi went to pick up the letter. I don’t know if the material has not rotted after years, but the ink on the brush pen has been burnt, so I can barely see it clearly.
Cao Yi glanced through it quickly by dim candlelight, took a few breaths and muttered, "This is impossible."
Perrin said, "Did the letter say anything?"
Cao Yi said, "The letter says that his name is Liang Zan, and he is a Shaolin hawk, and then Balabala has a lot of martial arts skills. How many people have he killed? There is nothing to say. Jianghu Wulin has never lacked blood, and I admire Brother Xiaoyong for this. He is very calm and mature about martial arts."
Perrin said anxiously, "What about that side? Is there anything else besides martial arts?"
"Others" Cao Yi said, "Others will talk about his arrogance and resistance to the Qing Dynasty, but they all failed. The Wulin in the Central Plains was killed in a mess and the Wulin suffered an unprecedented disaster. What did he fight? But at this time, it happened that a master with extremely high martial arts and high reputation found a master who even said that he would create a set of real enemy martial arts together and then assassinate the Qing emperor Nima. These Zhongyuan people always like to play this kind of decapitation."
Perrin couldn’t help but say, "Be polite. The Central Plains people are also your ancestors. It seems that they are very detached."
"Well, I won’t talk about this," Cao Yi continued. "These masters worked in a stone room day and night, and created the total specific process. If I don’t know martial arts, I can’t tell clearly, and finally it seems that they were created."
Perrin said, "What’s your name? Tell me."
"If you can’t see clearly what to call it, call it martial arts," Cao Yi said absently. "This martial arts seems to be great. It seems that it’s not difficult to rush into the palace and kill an emperor like the residual sword in" Hero "."
"So powerful" Perrin’s eyes flashed a greedy and anxious way. "Look at this martial art again. Later, it fell behind."
"Later," Cao Yi pointed to the half of the letter. "Did you see it later? Later, this part rotted."
"What’s this called?" Perrin was unwilling to give up. She wanted to take the letter from Cao Yi, but Cao Yi didn’t let it go. When they pulled the letter, it completely rotted and broke into pieces and fell to the ground, and she couldn’t see what it had written.
"You tore it up."
"It’s up to you to pull it," Cao Yiku said. "What’s so good about it? You don’t know martial arts."
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