Deep in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang.

The suspended pyramid gate and the stone Taichung on the cliff have already formed a two-mile suspension bridge. Hundreds of people wearing white chemical protection suits are busy on the platform and inside and outside the pyramid.

Lu Fang, with a gloomy face and several other gantry leaders with the same status as him stood on the edge of the stone platform, frowned and looked at the incredible pyramid floating in the air, with clouds on his face.

The burial objects in the pyramid were moved out and piled on the stone platform for inventory. For each additional burial objects, the corners of Lu Fang's eyes pounded violently.

The magic weapon with a nano-level processing technology was adopted, and the full-body armor similar to the tank composite armor structure was used. The bamboo and wood slips that had been used for two thousand years without any trace of corrosion were processed, as well as some epoch-making gadgets that looked strange but were definitely not something that could be created by technology two thousand years ago. Lu Fang's face became increasingly ugly, and finally he moaned: "God, are you playing with us? What is this ***... Fuck!"

A researcher accidentally touched a thing that was similar to a big seal in the size of a fist. A blue light suddenly spurted out from the bottom of the big seal, and a shallow pit the size of a palm was shot on the ground. The researcher hurriedly let go and spread his hands to show that he had done it unintentionally. A gray-haired old man rushed over and screamed loudly: "Impossible, laser weapon two thousand years ago? Hell!"

Lu Fang's body shivered, and he pointed to the pyramid and shouted: "Don't question the feasibility of all this. In short, the facts are right in front of you. Damn, it's so much fun."

A senior general in military uniform walked over with great strides. His expression was extremely serious and he said in a deep voice: "The latest instructions are to seal all the secrets here. The gantry can participate in the research, but any news here is strictly prohibited." After opening his mouth, the senior general looked at the pyramid and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's really fun. History? It's all messy."

A coffin carved from natural crystal was carefully carried out of the pyramid.

The carvings on the coffin are extremely fine, and several flying dragons as thick as fists shake their heads and tails and sway their heads and tails tangle on the coffin, delicate and lifelike.

Among the coffin, the owner of the tomb, the Emperor of the Qin Dynasty, was lying in the coffin. He was wearing a black dragon robe and lay quietly in the coffin. Through the transparent coffin lid, he could see his face was rosy and moist, like a stranger. Lu Fang looked him quietly for a while and exchanged a look of horror with the other person in charge. They heard a subtle heartbeat and blood flowing sound in the coffin. With their cultivation, it was not difficult to hear these sounds through the thick crystal lid.

"He~~~" Lu Fang opened his mouth wide and pointed at the person in the coffin and screamed in horror.

The general frowned and shouted loudly: "What's wrong?" He saw that Lu Fang's spirit seemed to be in a state of chaos, and hurriedly woke him up with a loud shout.

"He is still alive!" After all, Lu Fang was also a disciple from Dawei Zen Temple. The most important practice of Buddhist mental methods, he quickly regained his peace and expressed his discovery.

"Gee!" The sound of teeth colliding was so clear that the nearby researchers took a few steps back in shock at the same time. Some timid female researchers even sat on the ground, their bodies trembling unconsciously.

"You must catch the fourth young master of Fengmen." The general shouted: "You must catch him. You can use Longmen to move all the people who can be used to move. You must figure out what the Tianmen has taken from here? If necessary, you can solve the problem without any force." He clenched his fist and punched him hard. The fist wind teared the air and made a harsh roar.

Lu Fang grabbed the walkie-talkie around his waist and ordered extremely sternly: "Catch the fourth young master of Fengmen and do whatever it takes!"

When Lu Fang issued the order, Fang Wen was already sitting lazily in the first class cabin of the passenger plane, drinking brandy, looking at the DVD, and flying comfortably towards Bangkok.

"Happiness! This is the benefit of a tourist city. At least there are enough routes." After trembling comfortably, he touched the wound that was still painful. Fang Wen nodded and exclaimed: "Dawei Zen Temple, there is indeed some good things. The effect of this reincarnation ointment is really good. No wonder the madman Xue and his efforts to plagiarize other people's prescriptions. Unfortunately, they didn't figure out where Dawei Zen Temple is. Oh, should they tell them the specific address of Dawei Zen Temple? This is a great contribution!"

"No, I will never tell them. After knowing the address of Dawei Zen Temple, I will definitely send someone from the Fengmen to steal the prescription. Wouldn't you be asking for trouble for yourself?" Fang Wen shook his head viciously. "I was seriously injured this time, which can be considered as an injury on duty, right? This pension, recuperation expenses, mental loss expenses, and various subsidies must be a little more, right? With such a big possession in Fengmen, you shouldn't be stingy with such a little money, right?"

After rubbing his fingers, Fang Wen smiled proudly.

The stewardess pushed the wine cart and walked slowly by. Fang Wen gently took out a bottle of brandy and put it into his arms. He moved lightly and skillfully, but no one saw his movements.

"This wine is really good." Blinking his eyes and watching the flight attendant swayingly walk by, Fang Wen nodded with satisfaction: "The butt is also very round. I hope she is not a shemale. Isn't Thailand just a specialty product?"

After two days of traveling, Fang Wen successfully arrived at the secret base of Fengmen in Southeast Asia and met Mr. Feng Da who was waiting for him there.

Mr. Feng Da, who had always been very gloomy, saw Fang Wen and then smiled. He greeted Fang Wen and gave him a heavy hug. Then, he slapped Fang Wen in the chest with a fierce palm and scolded loudly: "You bastard, Master tells you to follow me!"

Fang Wenzheng was moved by Mr. Feng Da’s hug, and suddenly he was scolded by a burst of words. He spread his hands aggrievedly: "Master, you can't blame me, I'm plotted against me."

After carefully telling what he encountered in the woods, Mr. Feng's face immediately became extremely ugly.

At that time, there were only Feng Yuan, Feng Hu, Feng Hou and five disciples of several other elders standing behind Fang Wen.

These are all core disciples of the Fengsect and real important figures. Although they are not Fengshen bodies like Fang Wen, they are also very qualified martial arts materials suitable for practicing the Fengshen Sutra. After being trained by Mr. Feng and his eight elders, after so many years of training, they have become the backbone of the young generation of Fengsect.

Among them, there was a traitor, a person who informed Longmen, and a person who framed his brothers at the most critical moment. This was unacceptable to Mr. Feng Da.

If you think about it carefully, from the attack on Fang Wen in Chicago to the incident of Qin Shihuang’s Mausoleum this time, the only few secret leaks in the Fengmen were all aimed at Fang Wen.

During the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, who was most likely to die when Longmen launched a large-scale search? Who else could besides Fang Wen, who was the most inexperienced?

That person calculated correctly. Even if Longmen mobilized thousands of disciples to siege the film and television base, it would not be possible to truly threaten others. In addition to losing some swordsmen from the Yuemen, the Tianmen was not truly weakened this time. Even the female disciples of the Xuemen easily escaped back to the base with a strong body of poison and various miscellaneous studies.

Only Fang Wen was almost captured alive in the mainland.

Mr. Feng Da Yang raised his head and looked at the sky. After a long time, he sighed faintly: "Broken this matter in your stomach. After you go back, you will go to take over the affairs of the Fengyu Department for a few days."

Mr. Feng Da did not make any promise to Fang Wen.

Fang Wen does not need any promises.

He knew that his blood would not flow in vain. Tianmen would not let any traitor go. Human Path. Chapter 1, Goodbye
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