"Grandpa, what's wrong?" Gao Peng put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked.
Ji Hanwu looked serious. He looked at Gao Peng and shook his head without saying anything. "Stay at home and wait for me to come back."
Then he got up, put on his coat, and left the house.
Suddenly, the sound of water splashing came from the lake behind the villa. The White Dragon carried Ji Hanwu and flew into the sky.
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Northeast of Chang 'an City, on the outskirts of Ling Tong District.
The tomb of the first emperor was located near Ling Tong District. After the cataclysm, the tomb didn't change much, so no one paid attention to it.
Ten days ago, the tomb of King Qin changed. Stars appeared in the daytime, and endless light fell from the broken sky.
Every night, the blood-colored starlight would drip down like sticky blood.
Chang 'an City had noticed the abnormality in the tomb on the first day and immediately sent elites to investigate.
Then, they found that within a ten-mile radius of the tomb, all the birds and beasts were gone.
The Chang 'an City Government made a prompt decision to evacuate the civilians near Ling Tong District and enter a state of combat alert.
"This is the tenth day …" A general with binoculars in his hands muttered to himself.
Suddenly, the ground shook as if there was an earthquake.
Rumble!
The earth shook violently with the Qin King's Tomb as the center.
The earth cracked, and soil fell into the cracks.
Thick smoke rose into the sky!
A few nearby mountains began to collapse. Rocks rolled, and cracks spread. Trees fell and were sucked into the cracks.
A hoarse and deep groan came from the depths of the earth, as if the throat was broken by glass. Then, from the depths of the chest, from the soul, came an angry roar.
"Valiant Old Qin, facing the national crisis together.
Valiant Old Qin, restoring my country. "
"Until the blood runs dry, we will not stop fighting!"
With the central region as the center, it collapsed and sank. Blood and smoke mixed into the smoke and dust, turning into a black-red cloud!
Rumble, blood-colored lightning exploded in the dark cloud.
"Kill!!!"
An earth-shattering roar shook the earth.
The crowd in the distance widened their eyes. What was that!
A clay arm tore the smoke and dust apart. Two faint red lights broke through the smoke and dust. The brown clay armor stuck to the back of the hand. The right hand held the hilt of the sword, and the left hand held the scabbard.
Clang!
The stone sword was unsheathed, but it let out a crisp sound like metal clashing.
One, two, three … Countless figures rushed out of the area covered by the dark clouds one after another.
The terracotta soldiers had come alive!
Clang!
The cup on the table was knocked over, and a general with four stars on his shoulder stood up with his hands on the table, his chest heaving up and down.
"What are the researchers doing? Why are these terracotta soldiers alive?! "
The bespectacled researcher said softly, "This is the first time in so many years that I've found out that the Terracotta Army is still alive."
Ten miles away, the pitch-black cannon barrels turned into a steel jungle, ready for battle.
One by one, the clay figurines broke through the smoke and dust, completely descending under the sun.
The clay statue's body was dull and plain, and the outline of its armor was simple. It looked like a clay statue that could be seen anywhere.
He could even smell the dust on their bodies that had yet to dissipate.
Countless clay statues stood motionless on the empty plains. They had swords at their waists and spears in their right hands.
The air was filled with an extremely cold and murderous aura.
Among the standing statues, there were some chariots with four horses riding side by side. The reins were pulled back by the warriors sitting on the chariot, and there were soldiers holding spears on the platforms on the left and right of the chariot.
The mountain suddenly collapsed, and a dark gold coffin was led out of the mountain by two black single-horned, red-hoofed monsters.
The giant coffin was luxuriously gilded with dragons and phoenixes. Although it was not opened, a terrifying aura was vaguely revealed from within.
The giant coffin was protected in the center by countless terracotta soldiers.
"Screech!" A giant golden eagle in the sky screeched, and the Lord-tier halo bloomed. Its powerful aura locked onto the coffin below. If it dared to invade, it would immediately attack with the force of a thunderbolt.
A thunderclap exploded in the clear sky, like thunder exploding in the sky.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from the coffin, showing strong dissatisfaction.
"We have no intention of becoming enemies with the first emperor, and we have no intention of provoking you. But now, Chang 'an City is sacred and cannot be invaded by our Allied Government. If you really want to invade our Allied Government, we are not afraid of war! "A military officer in the distance raised a megaphone and said loudly.
There was a short silence.
Suddenly, a dragon's roar came from the distant sky, and a white figure streaked across the sky, tearing a long trail in the sea of clouds.
A giant dragon head emerged from the sea of clouds. Ji Hanwu rode on the White Dragon and lowered its head.
"Eh …" A cry of surprise came from the coffin, like a child who saw its favorite toy.
There was no emperor who did not like dragons, and dragons were almost the representatives of the emperors. If there was a chance to ride a dragon one day, these emperors would definitely not miss it.
The mysterious existence in the coffin also developed a mysterious interest in dragons.
"A dragon, huh …" Then, the terracotta soldiers that were expanding outwards stopped and slowly retreated.
"If you're willing to form an alliance with us, we're willing to provide His Majesty the first emperor with information about the current world," the military representative said loudly through the megaphone.
After a long while, a cold voice came from the coffin. "Yes."
Could it really be Ying Zheng? In the sky, Ji Hanwu's eyes flickered. The military representative's words were also somewhat deceptive. If the person in the coffin was not the first emperor, but one of the first emperor's generals or crown princes, they would basically not respond.
Perhaps it was the White Dragon and the Golden Deity's deterrence that the terracotta soldiers retreated into the mountain in the end. At the same time, the area within a ten-mile radius became a forbidden zone that was sealed off by the military, and no one was allowed to enter or leave as they wished.
Back at the barracks, a white-haired old general with five stars on his shoulder walked out of the Chang 'an military camp. When he saw Ji Hanwu, a smile appeared on his face. He clenched his fist and hammered Ji Hanwu's shoulder.
"Old man, you're getting stronger and stronger. If you say you can live for another hundred years, I'll believe it," the white-haired old general said with a smile.
Ji Hanwu chuckled. "Of course, I'm going to hold Little Peng's grandson."
"That's not bad. If that day comes, remember to invite me to the wedding."
"Wait until you live to that day, old man."
"Then I'll definitely live longer than you."
The two old men of high status talked back and forth like two children.
The old general's name was Sun Zhang. He was Ji Hanwu's old friend, and they grew up in the same courtyard.
When they grew up, one went into the sea to do business, while the other joined the army. They had two different lives.
Although they went their separate ways, it did not diminish their feelings for each other. The two of them often exchanged letters, and this feeling grew stronger with the passage of time.
One of the reasons why Ji Hanwu was not worried about Gao Peng staying in Chang 'an was because Sun Zhang was a general in the Chang' an military camp. He had also specially instructed Sun Zhang to take care of Gao Peng.
"Alright, I know you're thinking about your grandson." Sun Zhang waved his hand impatiently. "Hurry up and go back."
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