The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 824: Luolongchuan

"I've abandoned my wealth and fame, left Marshal Zhang, and am heading outside the Great Wall, to Yingkou, to search for the legendary fallen dragon."

Zhu Youjian looked Qi Meng up and down, his face full of disbelief. Zhu Youjian didn't believe that there was any dragon in Yingkou. Over the years, he had forgotten his identity as a time traveler and the mission he was entrusted with.

"Uncle Huai, would you like to go with me?"

Qi Meng didn't give Zhu Youjian much time to think: "Back in the Ming Dynasty, you promised us to complete the mission together. Why are you hesitating now? Do you have any weaknesses?"

"I have a son."

"Leave him in Peking. Don't worry, I will arrange for someone to take good care of him."

In the 25th year of the Republic of China, Qi Meng set out from Peking and went through the customs to southern Liaoning.

Qi Meng certainly didn't believe the legend of the dragon falling in Yingkou, but he felt that there was a force calling him and driving him to Liaodong.

"The Senate asked me to find the dragon's bones. They must have their reasons."

Zhu Youjian did not believe that dragons existed in this world, just as he did not believe that anyone could save the Ming Dynasty ten years after Chongzhen.

"If there were no dragons, what would they have you do in Yingkou?"

The place Qi Meng wanted to go was a flat plain located on the southeast coast of Yingkou, called Luolongchuan. Legend has it that a dragon fell here in the early Northern Song Dynasty.

"There are no dragons in Luolongchuan, just like there are no Mapo tofu. It's perfectly normal."

Zhu Youjian expressed his admiration for Qi Meng's unrestrained attitude.

No wonder he could become No. 00001 in the Eastern World and possess endless power.

Qi Meng also didn't believe there were dragons in the world. If there were dragons, what did they eat? How did they fly?

"The dragon beneath Luolongchuan is probably a real dragon, a deceased emperor. His mausoleum is here."

Zhu Youjian was surprised and asked, "You mean, the Senate wants you to rob a tomb? And they want you to rob the tomb of an ancient emperor?"

"That's entirely possible." Qi Meng was surprised at Zhu Youjian's quick thinking. "The steward originally told me to 'search for the fallen dragon's skeleton.' Perhaps this is also jargon for thieves fighting."

After all, Zhu Youjian had been a tomb robber for five years before, so he was familiar with both the southern and northern schools, as well as the jargon and slang.

"Old Qi, the so-called fallen dragon is the dead king."

"According to the Chronicles of the First Emperor of Qin, in the 36th year, Mars was in the heart. A falling star landed in Dongjun and turned into stone. Some people carved on the stone the words 'Zulong died and the land was divided.' In the autumn, an envoy from Guandong passed through the Pingshu Road in Huayin at night. Someone holding a jade disk stopped the envoy and said, 'This is for the Lord of Hechi.' Then he said, 'Zulong died this year.'"

Qi Meng didn't know much about the history of the Qin and Han dynasties. After all, he had never traveled to the Qin dynasty before. The Qin and Han dynasties were so far away from the present that he would probably have difficulty adapting to them. Zhu Youjian pondered for a long time before finally stating his conclusion: "The Senate wants the emperor's body, preferably intact. It might be of some important value to them."

"So, we're really going to rob a grave? To dig the dead out of the coffin?"

Although he realized that the situation was not good, Qi Meng still pretended to be calm and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"Of course," Zhu Youjian said calmly, "Tomb robbing is not like entertaining guests, writing an article, or painting or embroidering. It cannot be so elegant, so leisurely, so refined, so gentle, kind, respectful, frugal and modest."

Qi Meng never expected that one day he would take the Ming Emperor Zhu Youjian to the tomb.

If you call it magical, it also has a bit of historical research. If you call it science fiction, some indescribable ancient creatures often appear.

When Qi Meng was looking through Liu Zhaosun's previous records, he noticed that a senior had seen several giant octopuses at sea.

Perhaps it is some kind of supernatural creature, just like the Cthulhu that Liu Zhaosun encountered before. The so-called Yingkou falling dragon is actually just a euphemism.

At Shanhaiguan, Qi Meng joked to Zhu Youjian that if you had ordered Wu Sangui to come to the throne earlier, the outcome of the Ming Dynasty would have been better.

As a time traveler, Zhu Youjian had long been tired of the proposition of saving the Ming Dynasty. Before him and after him, countless people had tried to save the Ming Dynasty, but all failed.

Fortunately, Zhu Youjian was over fifty years old and was no longer the impatient and irritable God of War on Coal Hill. Therefore, he did not care much about Qi Meng's teasing.

"Let's not talk about the past anymore. Lao Qi, are you ready?"

In a garrison near Shanhaiguan, they met Shen Lian, who had been waiting for a long time—25-year-old Shen Lian.

Shen Lian's current identity is no longer a small-time nobody in the Forbidden City. According to his own account, he has now become the 37th generation successor of the tomb raider.

"Captain Shen, are you really a tomb raider?"

"Is this true? Of course it's true! You can check his work ID."

! ~~~~
Memories fade away.

"So, what do we need to prepare?"

Shen Lian blurted out: "Luoyang Shovel, Flying Tiger Claw, Centipede Ladder, Ladder...Are they all ready?"

Zhu Youjian was so confused when he heard this: "It seems that this tomb raider is really professional."

Of course, we also prepare a lot of glutinous rice, black donkey hooves, and black dog blood.

(End of this chapter)