The only player in Daqin

Wangwu Mountain is said to be the place where the Yellow Emperor of the Xuanyuan clan prayed for heaven, also known as “Temple of Heaven Mountain”, the mountain is lush with trees, peaks/hills, and valleys and streams are deep and quiet, with waterfalls and springs falling on stones, rising a faint mist, setting off each other from afar, like fairies covering their faces, and the poetry is a little hazy and mysterious.

However, Han Ling, who is struggling to climb the cliff, is not to see any fan/person scenery, and now even if the seven fairies are bathing in the stream below, he will not go to be Dong Yong, because the position he is in now is too high….

Even if I bought a bunch of climbing equipment before departure, and looked at various strategies, but now that I climbed to the middle section, I still feel a little weak in my heart when I glance down, after all, the height of hundreds of meters is not a joke for him an ordinary white-collar worker who commute to work on time every day, let alone the Seven Fairies, even Yan Wang Ye can see it.

“Fuck, I actually hid the heirloom treasure in this kind of place, I’m not afraid of accidentally breaking the incense of my old Han family” As the altitude rose, Han Ling who was constantly climbing couldn’t help but snort a little, and the small broken hair on his forehead fluttered in the blowing mountain breeze.

This so-called family heirloom is also ridiculous, or moved some time ago, and saw on a family tree accidentally turned out in the old mansion, and the inheritance of the family was recorded one after another on the yellowed or even cracked paper, like Han Yu… Han Hu (Li Jing’s uncle), from generation to generation, finally connected to “Han”, one of the seven heroes of the Spring and Autumn Warring States, and is still a Han royal lineage. However, these don’t mean much to Han Ling, the Great Qing of Xu is dead, and what to do with these old Huang Li, at most, it will be a shiver in his heart.

But later, the news that made him care appeared, and when he turned to the last page of the family tree, he saw that it said, “Qin annihilated Han, the army plundered the palace, the ancestors fled in a hurry, and the treasure was hidden in the Temple of Heaven in order to bless future generations, and keep it for family heirloom, and hope that future generations must remember to retrieve it”

Then there was an ink stick figure that was so abstract that it couldn’t work, and a fragment of what “treasure is hidden between the umbrella leaves…”, and in a blink of an eye, he had already run here after making preparations for a long time.

“Order!” The mountaineering pickaxe was firmly hooked on the fairly flat top of the cliff, and his heart was broken, Han Ling’s slightly muscular arms clenched on it, and his toes used his strength on the protruding rock of the cliff, and he finally turned his body over with all his strength, lying on his back without strength, “Phew, phew, finally arrived…”

Lying on the ground panting like a blower, after resting for a while, Han Ling, who gradually recovered some strength, rolled over on the ground and slowly stood up, looking ahead, and what appeared in front was a shallow cave, a few steps to the end, the upper end like a canopy extended/out, shaped like an umbrella leaf.

“The treasure is hidden between the umbrella leaves… This is it! Han Ling’s eyes lit up, and he threw off his gloves and took out a small folding shovel from his untied backpack.

According to the family tree, aiming at the center of the umbrella leaf, shoveled down, “sand, sand”.

As a handful of dirt soaked like sand, soaked in cold and hard, continued to tumble to the sides, finally, a bronze box appeared in front of Han Ling’s eyes from the dirt.

With excitement, Han Ling took a deep breath and slowly put his hand on the lid of the box, starting with a cold touch, but this could not affect the temperature of his heart at this time, and finally, the turquoise copper cover was opened in a creaking sound!

But what appeared in front of him was one….

“Altar, altar?!” I expected that there would be all kinds of things, but I didn’t expect that there would be such an unattractive object, Han Ling couldn’t help but look at the clay altar lying quietly in the box, which looked a little like a covered wine altar, but it was only the size of a slap, shouldn’t it be the rush of the ancestor to escape, and copied something out casually?

Looking at such a size and style, it doesn’t look like a utensil that can hold any precious things, if you take it to pickle a sauerkraut, it’s almost the same.

Out of curiosity about the internal items, Han Ling still carried his hand to the upper lid of the clay pot altar, not to mention, as soon as it was revealed, there was really some strange smell wafting from it, but it was not really the smell of pickled products, but an incense that smelled like some kind of herb, which was very good.

“Is this the tribute incense in the Han Palace?” Han Ling, who was shocked, guessed more and more curiously and lifted the lid to the side, leaned over and blinked his eyes to look inside, the thin mouth of the clay pot was black and dark, but through the one-sided light, you can roughly see what thumb-sized lumps are inside, revealing iron-colored corners, and still sliding back and forth / moving inside with the action of picking up the clay pot to look left and right, the strange aroma is completely dispersed, but how is this smell a little strange?

“Hissing” There was a slight sound from the umbrella-leaf-like rock wall in front of it, like the sound of something swimming above.

A vicious cold rose from Han Ling’s back and spread throughout his body, he quickly looked up ahead, and saw a mutant red red snake with a bright red body like flames hissing and spitting letters, swimming down from the umbrella leaf rock wall extending / out of the cave, and where he passed along the way, where moss grew, green smoke appeared, leaving a scorched black trace.

Hell, Han Ling subconsciously shivered, and the cold hair stood up, he knows a lot of poisonous snakes in the world, and even has seen some when traveling on weekdays, but is it necessary to be so mysterious, how poisonous is this! (Chilian Ben micro-poison).

Looking at the fire chilian that was swimming closer and closer, Han Ling grabbed the bronze box containing the clay pot as a shield in front of him and carefully retreated, his heart plopping and beating faster, his forehead gradually sweating, but his brain was surprisingly calm, constantly thinking about countermeasures, which may be some advantages that he has always been different from the people around him.

But soon, there was a sense of dangling in the heel in the retreat, damn it, already retreated to the side!

Han Ling, who felt that there was an emptiness behind him, secretly cursed in his heart, and at the same time found that the swimming red lian snake seemed to be quite spiritual, and discovered this situation, and the pointed snake’s head was raised, making a bowing motion, bad!

Han Ling’s heart suddenly tightened, this was a signal that the snake was about to attack!