The imperial mausoleum is on the outskirts of Qingyang City. It is heavily guarded. It is impossible for ordinary people to enter.
But Yang Xuan was an unusual person, so when he entered the imperial mausoleum, no one found him at all.
At this time, Yang Xuan''s mind was fully open. Not long ago, he had found the imperial mausoleum visited by the stolen Shuai.
After entering the imperial mausoleum, Yang Xuan found the steal hole made by the thief Shuai.
Following the robber''s cave, Yang Xuan directly entered the mausoleum.
Yang Xuan searched inch by inch.
After a while, his face showed disappointment.
Nothing.
Most of the valuable things here have been stolen and moved away by Shuai. The rest are Tao Yong stone horses buried with him. They may belong to antiques thousands of years later, but now they are worthless in Yang Xuan''s eyes.
Yang Xuan simply opened the coffin in the tomb.
After a bad smell, a skeleton appeared in front of Yang Xuan.
It can be seen that when robber Shuai came that day, he didn''t open the coffin, because the burial objects in the coffin were still there.
A picture scroll in the coffin attracted Yang Xuan''s attention.
This picture scroll is wrapped in oil paper. It is tightly wrapped and well preserved.
Yang Xuan''s eyes showed a strange color. It was the first time he saw someone buried in a coffin with a picture scroll.
Take out the picture scroll. Under the movement of aura, a thick layer of oil paper falls one after another, revealing a picture inside.
The picture shows a woman in white, standing barefoot, with white hair floating in the wind, full of immortality.
light snow!
Yang Xuan recognized the woman in the painting at a glance. It was light snow transformed by human beads.
In front of Xiaoxue, a person is half kneeling, lowering his head, holding it up with both hands and offering it to Xiaoxue.
And he was holding a wooden card in his hand.
Kaitianjing!
What the man held in his hand was the Kaitian Sutra which was now in Yang Xuan''s storage ring.
Yang Xuan was full of doubts in his eyes.
What he doesn''t know is that what is expressed in this painting is whether Xiaoxue gave the Kaitian Sutra to the man in the painting, or whether the man in the painting dedicated the Kaitian Sutra to Xiaoxue.
Turning his eyes, Yang Xuanmin saw the details of the whole painting at a glance. The background of the two people seemed to be on a cliff. Opposite the cliff, between the peaks that looked like tigers, a waterfall flew down.
In addition, there is nothing else, no title, no signature.
Put away the scroll, Yang Xuan''s eyes fell on the skeleton again.
He saw a deep knife mark on the right arm of the skeleton.
After no more discovery, Yang Xuan covered the coffin again and went out of the mausoleum.
Before leaving the mausoleum, he also buried the stolen hole left by the bandit commander.
Back at the palace, Yang Xuan took out the painting again and studied it carefully.
However, there was little gain.
After thinking about it, he took the four treasures of study on the table next to him, unfolded the white paper, and then began to copy the landscape behind the characters in the painting.
Yang Xuan didn''t learn painting skills, but he couldn''t stand it. At this time, he had a strong mind and mastered the details of the painting very well. After wasting more than a dozen good rice paper, he finally succeeded in depicting the landscape behind the characters in the painting.
Although it''s much worse than a real painter, it doesn''t affect the recognition.
The next morning, he found Su Hanyu with the copied picture.
"Do you know where this is?" Yang Xuan asked.
Su Hanyu looked for a long time and shook his head in confusion.
He really doesn''t remember having been to such a place.
"Perhaps the Minister of the Ministry of industry knows." Su Hanyu thought and said.
Among the responsibilities of the Ministry of work is geographical survey.
At this time, it was the end of the early Dynasty. The Minister of the Ministry of industry had not left the palace. Naturally, he came to Yang Xuan soon.
"I don''t know." the Minister of the Ministry of work read it for a long time and said sweating.
Su Hanyu stared at him discontentedly.
When the Minister of the Ministry of work saw Su Hanyu''s dissatisfied eyes, he was sweating, and his brain suddenly flashed: "Your Majesty, there is a small official of the Ministry of work, Xu Xiake, who is good at traveling in mountains and rivers. It is said that he knows all the mountains and rivers in our Japanese ship. Maybe he knows the place in this picture."
"Then don''t hurry to find him." Su Hanyu said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I''ll go now." the Minister of the Ministry of industry left in a sweat.
Xu Xiake?
Yang Xuan is very curious. Are there people called Xu Xiake in this world? And he has the same hobby. Does he also write a travel book of Xu Xiake?
After shaking his head and taking back his divergent thinking, Yang Xuan said, "it''s not urgent. After Xu Xiake comes, you can send him."
Su Hanyu promised, then left.
Originally, Yang Xuan thought that Xu Xiake would come to him soon, but the news came that Xu Xiake had gone to investigate geography and didn''t know what to come back.
Xu Xiake didn''t come, but someone came.
When he saw someone with his mind, his eyes were cold.
"Oh, it seems that I have a good temper recently. Some people think I''m easy to talk." he said coldly, and then disappeared in situ.
Outside Qingyang City, Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan zhixia looked at each other. Their faces were not very good-looking.
Behind them, the old yuan family man Yang Xuan had seen before had an angry look in his eyes.
Next to him, there was an old man with a plain look, but he was a little curious in his eyes.
"Third uncle, it''s not easy to be offended because of its fame in vain. Please think twice," Yuan Xinqiu said helplessly.
The old man he called the third uncle, formerly named yuan Chang''an, was a representative of the older generation of the yuan family. He was impatient and couldn''t rub sand in his eyes. Yuan Xinqiu immediately fried the pot as soon as he reported back.
"Hum, young generation, my yuan family invited him to give him face. Do you really take yourself seriously? I''ll see if he has the ability to refute my yuan family''s face."
Yuan Xinqiu looked at yuan zhixia. From yuan zhixia''s eyes, he saw a few helplessness.
Others don''t know, how can they know Yang Xuan''s terrible?
The devil''s white rise is not boasted, but really cast with blood and life.
Another old man smiled and said, "since our ancestors, why have I ever been afraid of others? Xinqiu, you are a bit of a loser."
His name is yuan Linjiang. He is of the same generation as Yuan Chang''an.
"Hum, that''s right. Why have my yuan family ever been afraid of anything? Even if it''s Tianchi, it''s a courtesy to my yuan family. It''s a little white. Whether he agrees or not today, he can''t help it."
Yuan Xinqiu had a stronger bitter smile on his face when he heard the speech. He had a hunch in his heart that something would really happen today.
Yuan Linjiang suddenly said, "in fact, I always have doubts about Bai Qi''s ability to bring back the dead. I''m just a junior. How much means can I have?"
"Yes, I''m afraid it''s just a rumor." after stopping, Yuan Chang''an suddenly said, "the people of the he family are already on the road. I''m afraid they will come soon. Our main hope is still on the he family."
"He Jia?" Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan zhixia were surprised at the same time, and their faces were shocked.
"Not bad!" Yuan Chang''an said solemnly, "the he family hasn''t been born for a long time. This time, we sent someone out to see the face of our ancestors."
Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan zhixia stopped talking.
He family, that''s he family.
"Well, let''s talk about it later. Is it in Qingyang City?" Yuan Chang''an said coldly.
Yuan Xinqiu sighed secretly, but had to say, "yes, our informant saw him before."
"Hum!" Yuan Chang''an snorted and suddenly raised his voice: "white, come out!"
The sound rumbled, shook the world, and spread all over Qingyang City in an instant.