Loulan Dynasty

When Zhuang Lin heard the name mentioned by Kong Qinghua, his whole body trembled slightly.

The Loulan Dynasty, a dynasty that exists in ancient legends, often has a few words about this ancient dynasty in northwest China since the ancient Tang and Song dynasties.

Once, someone looked into the distance in the deserted desert. When a terrible tornado stirred up the dusty yellow sand for thousands of years, an ancient ancient city would appear in the deepest part of the desert.

From the beginning of the century, the topics about the Loulan Dynasty have been placed on the table of archaeologists from various countries. In a certain period of time, as many as six archaeological teams composed of archaeologists from many countries entered the deepest part of the Loulan Desert to search for the legendary Loulan King City. However, in the end, these archaeological teams that entered the deep part of the Loulan Mountains were all buried in the terrible desert.

The entire army of these six archaeological teams was wiped out, which led to people's awe of this mysterious desert. The enthusiasm for finding the Loulan royal city gradually faded.

About twenty years later, at the beginning of this century, a foreign explorer named Fonte tried to cross the Loulan Desert. By chance, he found an ancient desert oasis in the desert and a city ruin half buried in the yellow sand.

This discovery immediately caused a sensation among archaeologists. Archaeologists and explorers from all over the world came to the Loulan Desert and relied on the map depicted by Feng Te to the ancient oasis hidden deep in the desert.

After joint archaeological excavations by archaeologists from many countries, the ruins of this half-buried city were reappeared in the light of day. Through the stones found in the ruins with written records, archaeologists were somewhat disappointed to discover that the ruins of this city were not the Loulan royal city that made them dream of.

Instead, through the subsequent deciphering of the words engraved on the stone pillars, they found that although this was not the Loulan Royal City, it was the acropolis of the Loulan Royal City. At this point, the debate on whether the Loulan Dynasty existed completely had an answer.

In the past ten years, exploration teams and archaeological teams continued to enter the desert, hoping to find the real Loulan royal city, but except for the excavation of a few ancient Loulan tombs, they never found this royal city that had been legendary for thousands of years.

"What do the words on this side mean?" Looking at the relics belonging to the mysterious Loulan Dynasty, Zhuang Lin whispered to Kong Qinghua.

"The vitality, inspire, return to the ruins." Kong Qinghua looked at the object that looked like a tile, looked at the few words on the other side, and recited every word.

When Zhuang Lin heard the word "生生" she said, his heart trembled violently, his eyes widened, and he looked at the object that looked like a tile.

The vital energy, the qi he nurtured, is vital energy, and this skill was learned from the mysterious stone pillar, and the name of vital energy was also mentioned by the stone pillar. However, now, this relic belonging to the Loulan Dynasty actually mentions vital energy.

Could it be that my own method of nourishing vitality comes from the Loulan Dynasty? Or, is the mysterious stone pillar related to the Loulan Dynasty?

All kinds of guesses flashed through his mind, like a fog, covering his eyes, making it impossible for him to see clearly.

The vitality leads to the ruins.

These are the only five words in this Loulan relics. What do these five words mean?

He knew that the vital energy mostly refers to the vital energy in his body. The word "者" is not difficult to understand. As for Guixu, the ancients recorded that there were countless billions of miles east of the Bohai Sea, but there were big valleys, but in fact, there was a bottomless valley. The bottomless valley was called Guixu. So is Guixu here the Guixu recorded in the ancients?

"Zhuanglin, look at the jade talisman in the center of the tiles. In the moonlight, does it look very much like the legendary Guixu?" Kong Qinghua raised this object that looked like a tiles and said softly to the moon.

Zhuang Lin looked up and saw the jade talisman, his whole body trembled slightly. The jade talisman was originally embedded in the tile, and the back of the tile was not transparent at all, but when the moonlight shone on the back of the tile, it penetrated and entered the jade talisman.

When the moonlight shone in the jade talisman, the broken jade talisman had circles of ripples. Looking at it, it seemed like a deep-sea vortex that was swallowing and cutting.

"Zhuanglin, let's buy it first and then study it carefully." Kong Qinghua is a girl's home after all, and she was careful. After realizing the unusualness of the tiles, she immediately put it in Zhuanglin's ear and whispered.

Zhuang Lin nodded, took the tile in her hand, placed it next to her ear, and gently tapped it on her face, as if she was judging whether the tile was a good thing through sound. Kong Qinghua next to her was reluctant to be handsome.

"Boss, you can't have dug this tiles from some ancient tomb!" He shouted to the middle-aged man in the stall while knocking on the tiles.

The boss didn't see Zhuang Lin and Kong Qinghua looking around with the tiles here at first. Now that he heard his shouts, he looked over and saw him holding the tiles in his ears, knocking them hard, and he was ashamed.

When choosing antiques, sometimes, you can use this method of typing and figuring out the sound to determine whether it is true or false. But who can use this stupid method to determine whether the tile is true or false? Just by this hand, you can tell that it is an outsider.

"Where is this? I have bought it from farmers in the suburbs. It is the real Qin and Han tile of the Han and Qin dynasties." The boss decided that Zhuang Lin was an amateur, and couldn't help but have the idea of ​​slaughtering Zhuang Lindao, and said with a serious expression.

"Young man, you look very good. This stall must have been taken over from someone else." Before Zhuang Lin could speak, the old man who was chatting at the stall next to him came, squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged stall owner and asked.

Seeing the ancient old man who came out halfway, the middle-aged stall owner showed an unhappy expression on his face and wanted to get angry, but accidentally discovered that the stall owner at the stall next to him also came over with a bad expression.

Don’t everyone knows a lot of people who are engaged in antique business and business? These old stall owners who have been in antique streets for more than ten years are all old fried dough sticks and have a wide range of relationships.

As the old man said, his stall was taken over from others, and it took only half a year to come to Antique Street. Although there are many friends, compared with other old stall owners on this Antique Street, the worst is not a little bit worse.

Now, seeing the old man who came out halfway in front of him was obviously acquainted with the old stall owner next to him. When he heard his tone of speaking, he was afraid that many of them would come to this antique street. Otherwise, he would not have said that he had a face after seeing his eyes.

He often goes to antique streets and is familiar with these old stall owners. Such a person is probably not simple. Looking at the burly middle-aged man behind him, he is probably a bodyguard. This person is probably a rich man. How can he provoke such a person?

"Ermazi, I have reminded you that if you want to do this business, your eyes will be brighter. Don't want to cheat when you see someone. Be careful that one day, you will get someone you can't mess with and will ruin your legs." The old stall owner next to him came, glared at the middle-aged stall owner's eyes fiercely, and said coldly.

"If you take the broken tiles made from unknown tombs, you dare to pretend to be Qin Hanwa to deceive Mr. Gu's friends. Look, you really don't want to hang out on this street."

The middle-aged stall owner was a little guilty and was scolded by the old stall owner. He didn't even dare to say anything. He just kept lowering his head and secretly shouted in his heart that he was unlucky.

"Little brother, I have also seen the wadang. Apart from being older, it is not a valuable thing at all. If you are interested, just take it away. I will make the decision for this guy." After scolding the middle-aged stall owner, the old stall owner looked at Zhuang Lin and said with a smile.

Zhuang Lin glanced at the middle-aged stall owner who was standing there silently. He felt funny and took out five hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and put them in the stall. He could not take such a treasure away without digging it.

I don’t remember how many days I have been updating ten thousand words in a row, but I will continue to persist and ask for attention.
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