"Historical Records·The Chronicles of Qin Shihuang"

In November of the fiftieth year of King Zhao of Qin, the King of Qin gave Bai Qi a sword to Lord Wu An to commit suicide in an unfounded name. His family was deeply implicated. However, his generals claimed that the body he committed suicide was not Lord Wu An himself, and many who suspected it were executed by King Zhao of Qin.

kill.

In the 7th year of the Great Qin Empire, the Qin Empire fell and was destroyed by the remnants of the Six Kingdoms.

In the 6th year of the Qin Dynasty, one year before the empire collapsed, the direct line of the Bai family, a descendant of Lord Wu An, and the forty-eight members of the Black Ice Platform under his control disappeared overnight, leaving an eternal mystery.

However, some good people speculate that Lord Wu An did not commit suicide at that time, but was ordered to protect an extraterrestrial meteorite and hide it in order to ensure that the land of Huaxia would always enjoy peace; some storytellers speculated that Lord Wu An and his descendants were ordered to protect the dragon vein of the Great Qin Emperor's mausoleum. However, as time passes,

As time goes by, many kinds of things are still lost in the long river of history...

Time flies like an arrow, time flies like a shuttle, more than two thousand years flash by in the blink of an eye...

The Republic of China, in the entire world, ranks third in terms of territory. However, in the past thousand years, an ancient decadent wind has once again prevailed in the land of China, making this ancient country that has withstood five thousand years of wind and rain...

Once again, the world wave is swaying and crumbling...

Shaanxi Province, located in the northwest of the Republic of China, was called part of the Central Plains region in ancient times. Military strategists have always said that whoever conquers the Central Plains conquers the world, and Xi'an City is the capital of Shaanxi Province.

In fact, in the minds of Shaanxi people, their holy place is Xianyang City, which is across the Weishui River from Xi'an City. This is because more than two thousand years ago, the first ancient people in China to truly unify all the Chinese peoples

The Qin Empire had its capital there.

The domineering and talented Emperor Qin Shihuang wrote an immortal legend for the Chinese nation. He also left countless legends in the land of Xianyang, which are highly respected by future generations of China.

Thirteen kilometers away from Xianyang City, there is an ancient town called Yaodian Town, where the former site of Xianyang Palace, the Imperial Palace of the Qin Dynasty, was located.

During the Qin Dynasty, this place was one of the most prosperous cities in the world. On this ancient and magical land, major historical events such as Shang Yang's Reform, Jing Ke's assassination of Qin, burning books and humiliating Confucians, and the unification of the six kingdoms were staged. At the same time, it also

Countless legends were left behind.

About five miles away from Yaodian Town, there is a small closed mountain village called Baijia Village. The small mountain village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and there is a small basin covering an area of ​​about 200 acres in the middle. Baijia Village is located in this basin, with a few villages.

Ten households. According to military strategists, it is a desperate place, and it is also a place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

People who have been to Baijia Village say that Baijia Village is a bit weird, because standing at the entrance of the village and looking into the village is always hazy and unclear, as if the small mountain village has been hidden in the fog all year round, and you can only see something when you get closer.

Clues.

There used to be tourists who wanted to climb up the cliff behind Baijia Village to look down, but the fog blocked their view halfway up the mountain. So until now, no one can tell what the layout and appearance of Baijia Village are.

Come three.

In fact, Baijia Village is not closed, nor does it prohibit foreigners from coming in to play. Generally speaking, it is very hospitable.

But the strange thing is that the houses in Baijia Village are all ancient buildings with large bluestones. They all seem to have the same architectural style. It seems that every household has the same appearance. The only ones who can distinguish them are the people who were born and raised in Baijia Village.

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If a foreigner goes to visit without a villager as a tour guide, he will really lose his way for a while and be unable to turn around. Even if you bring a compass, it is in vain, so until now, the whole picture of Baijia Village has not been known to foreigners.

As everyone knows. Over time, some people came to understand that the building in Baijiacun might be some kind of Bagua array, just like the ghost breaking the wall.

Legend has it that Baijia Village is actually the descendant of Bai Qi, Lord Wu'an of the Qin Empire more than 2,000 years ago. No one can explain whether this is the case. In short, this mysterious mountain village is full of weirdness.

A thousand-year-old mountain village, a thousand-year fog...

There are a total of 7,749 households in Baijia Village, and every household is engaged in only one profession, that is, locksmith! When the children in Baijia Village grow up to ten years old, in addition to studying, they must learn the art of unlocking and repairing locks from their elders.

Until you are eighteen years old and have achieved success in your studies, then you will be allowed to fly solo to study or make a living across the country. Of course, there is only one profession, and that is locksmith. The strange thing is that people who only go out are extremely

Rarely seen coming back.

This year is the summer of the 25th in the park. There is no cloud in the sky, and the sun is scorching the ground. A gust of wind blows, rolling up a heat wave from the ground, making people feel suffocated.

It seems that the weeds cannot withstand the scorching sun, and the leaves are rolled into thin strips. In the afternoon, people always feel tired easily, as if they have just woken up, and they are groggy and do not want to move. Even in the forest

All the little birds were resting on the trees with their mouths open, too lazy to fly out to look for food.

At this time, in Yaodian Town, under the shade of an old locust tree near the east end of the town, there was a handwritten sign with black characters on a white background, which read: Emergency lock opening, lock repair.

Sitting under the sign was a young man about twenty years old with fine features. The young man was wearing a very ordinary white crew-neck shirt and shorts with large trousers. There was an earthy gray wooden box in front of him.

There are some necessary tools for locksmiths.

The young man's clothes are simple and his face looks ordinary at first glance. There is nothing too surprising. The only thing that makes people feel extraordinary is his pair of sparkling eyes and a pair of white and slender hands. Anyone who is not paying attention can see it by chance.

Just a young country locksmith, nothing surprising about him.

At this time, standing next to the young man was a white-haired old man about seventy years old, wearing a vest and shorts, waving a cattail leaf fan. He stood behind the young man without saying a word, looking at the young man's fair, slender, and extremely nimble fingers.

I saw the young man dazzled as he inserted a steel needle into the keyhole and fiddled with it for a few times. With a "pop" sound, the lock opened. The speed was really amazing and extremely fast.

Then the young man casually picked up the rough key of a key next to him. Without making any comparison, he used a delicate small file to file it back and forth a few times. Then he put it next to his mouth and blew it with a piece of sandpaper.

After polishing it for a while, he turned around and handed it to the white-haired old man next to him who was watching attentively, and said with a smile:

"Old man Wang, it's ready. It costs three yuan in total, one yuan to open the lock, and two yuan to match the key. You don't have to pay for the key, but the key embryo still costs money, haha."

The old man seemed to be happy to take the key, held it in front of his eyes and looked at it with a smile on his face. He took out the money and said with a smile:

"Xiao Bai, your skills are getting better and better. It only took two minutes to open the lock and match the key. Alas! It's only three minutes faster than your father. It's truly a family skill, worthy of Baijiacun.

The locksmith who came out. I don't think there are many people in this area who are better than you in a hundred miles or even a thousand miles. It's all because of your father's skill."

Hearing what the old man said, the young man's face couldn't help but darken, his bright eyes dimmed a little, and he bit his lip silently. When the old man saw that the young man was unhappy, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand and blamed himself:

"Bah, bah, look at my mouth. People are bad at remembering surnames when they get old. I have a crow's mouth. Let's not talk about it. Your parents must be lucky and heavenly. It's okay. Maybe they will come back in a few years? Let the past be in the past.

It's not easy for you either, you still have to take care of your sister."

The young man silently took the five-yuan note from the old man. After returning the two one-yuan coins, he stopped making any sound. He lowered his head silently and thought about something. The old man looked sideways, sighed, and turned around and took a step towards the town.

Three walked slowly.

This young man's surname is Bai and his given name is Chi, and he is a native of Baijia Village. He is nineteen years old and looks like a very ordinary young man. He has short short hair and fair and healthy skin, showing the simplicity of rural people.

The only thing that catches people's eyes is his pair of eyes, which are bottomless and look as bright as stars in the night when you look closely. People can't help but want to take a closer look.

The old man who was walking away couldn't help but look back at the young man and murmured:

"He is also a poor child. He lost his parents when he was thirteen years old. He had to go out to earn a living for the sake of his young sister. Hey! I can only help you so much, old man. I almost have a box of locks in my house. Why?

Let’s do it…”

Bai Chi seemed to hear the old man's whisper from a distance, and looked at the old man's back gratefully. Then he sat there silently, like a statue, gradually blending into the surrounding environment.

In the breeze of summer, even the cry of cicadas gradually weakened. If a gust of wind hadn't blown a strand of hair from the forehead of this silent young man, people who saw it from a distance would have thought it was really a humanoid sculpture.

Sitting under an old locust tree.

An ancient town with green bricks and green tiles, and an ancient street. The ancient street is more than 500 meters long and seven meters wide. The center of the street is paved with bluestone slabs. From north to south, it forms a "nine bends and ten" according to the situation.

"Three Bends", like a green dragon about to take flight. There are nearly a hundred criss-crossing cobblestone lanes on both sides of the ancient street, some are long or short, some are wide or narrow, with high walls and narrow lanes, which are simple and remote.

There is an extremely old locust tree at the east end of the ancient town. Under the locust tree is a young locksmith sitting there quietly. There is not a single moving object on the stone road. Everything seems so quiet, which makes people feel unbearable.

I can't help but feel a chill that hits my bones suddenly...

-------ps: This is the second book on ballet. Because of the background of the book, I interviewed some people

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