That was the last day of 1931.

It snowed heavily in Jinzhou, and a thick layer of ice was frozen on the Bohai Sea, and the military and civilians inside and outside the city were in a miserable state. The Kwantung Army had gathered a large army and a bloody battle was about to happen.

Qin Beiyang and Jiuse live in an ancient tomb outside Jinzhou City. Only in this environment can he curb the cancer cells in his lungs. In the early morning, when he held a pile of ancient bones and woke up from the broken coffin, he found that Jiuse is gone. Qin Beiyang rushed out of the ancient tomb to look for his small tomb beast, and the sky was still as dark as the bottom of a pot. The morning light on the eastern horizon was delayed and could not be pushed out. The wilderness was white. He was anxious and fired out a horse lantern to illuminate a string of Jiuse's footprints, like a red deer or a male wolf.

After climbing over a steep hill and entering the snow-capped valley. At the end of the trail, a glazed glare light appeared on the ground of the black wing. There were traces of excavation everywhere, and black soil was piled up in the snow, exposing the remains of the tomb chambers and coffins. It turned out to be an ancient tomb group. Qin Beiyang pointed the horse lantern at the stone tablet at the entrance of the tomb. The inscription was vast and vigorous, mostly from the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. He sneaked into the tomb, but saw a monster squatting in front of the coffin, and the snow-white deer antler pierced the coffin board, picked out the remains of the tomb owner, and swallowed the coffin and burial objects in large mouths.

"Nine Colors!"

Qin Beiyang scolded, and the monster turned around, covered with bronze scales on its body, and its red mane grew a circle, staring at its owner and roared. Its body became bigger, with a bloated belly, just like a middle-aged man with a big belly. It no longer looked like a cub, it exuded the mold and rotten smell of the ancient tomb, and there were bitten bronze residues flowing from the corners of its mouth.

There were no tomb-suppressing beasts in this ancient tomb group of Southern and Northern Dynasties, and no spirit stones existed. Jiuse was already crazy. It used the coffin, the remains of the tomb owner and the burial objects in the tomb as delicacies on the plate. Just as it killed the tomb beast, devoured spirit stones, attacked chemical factories or power plants, and devoured heavy metal chemicals, it expanded its desire to the ancient tombs underground in China.

Nine colors did not fall to the feet of the master, but instead let out threatening eyes and roars, like an opium-induced addict. Things will turn back when they are extreme. Spirit stones are extremely powerful. If this force cannot be controlled, it can destroy the tomb-suppressing beast.

Qin Beiyang's heart trembled and retreated from the ancient tomb, jumped into thick snow, and a nine-colored glass fireball flew over his head and actually retaliated against his master.

It is rare that Jiuse doesn't recognize himself? Qin Beiyang stood firm again in the snow and pulled out a three-foot Tang sword. The young Qilin tomb-controlling beast crawled out of the grave.

It's no longer nine colors?

Qin Beiyang seemed to be a Vajra standing on the vast earth, and he raised his chest and scolded: "Nine Colors! You are watching me born, and you are destined to watch me die. Come and kill me!"

Jiuse looked at him.

It stopped moving, its broad shoulders and limbs quieted down, like the hungry tiger in the story of the Buddha himself, suddenly meeting the prince who sacrificed himself for the tiger.

The glass-colored eyes were trembling, gradually becoming clear from turbidity. It remembered the White Deer Plain Palace 31 years ago, the private museum of Mount Damo on the Hongkou Sea in Shanghai 14 years ago, the tombstones and funerals of the poisonous forest in Paris, the crater deep in the isolated island of the Arctic ice sea, and climbed the endless world tree together, crossed the earth's center, and walked through the Siberia and the Silk Road...

It's dawn.

The young Qilin tomb-controlling beast put away the snow-white deer antlers under the rising sun, and the hair grew again between the gaps of the bronze scales, returning to the appearance of a mastiff, but its body size was much bigger than yesterday. The evil demon was dispelled, and the nine colors were at a loss, like a man after drinking and hanging over.

Jiuse put his head in Qin Beiyang's arms, and the huge force hit others up. It made a whimpering sound, like a strong man making the sound of a child acting coquettishly. Qin Beiyang looked at the sunrise in the east, and his eyes were so stinged by the sun, and he felt like he was almost blind.

Qin Beiyang’s Nine Colors are back.

On the first day of 1932, Xiao Liuzi ordered all 30,000 troops stationed in Jinzhou to retreat to the pass. More than 300 years ago, Yuan Chonghuan was still guarding Ningyuan and Jinzhou, and now there is no one Yuan Chonghuan anymore.

Before the army retreated west, during the blizzard, Qin Beiyang pulled up a Russian crossbow and shot a steel arrow towards Xueye in the northeast, as if in the white void, there was a right face crawling over the scar, and a black sun...

The above are Qin Beiyang’s memories more than ten days ago.

Under the lights of the Shanghai World, Xianshi Company and Yong'an Company on Nanjing Road, as well as the crowd of people who have just ended in the Da Guangming Cinema, can be seen from afar. It is hard to imagine a world of ice and snow two thousand miles away.

"I came back for Jiuse." Qin Beiyang's cheeks were thin. He had been sleeping in the open for the past three years, thinking about revenge and suffered a lot in the three northeastern provinces. "You can't let Jiuse deteriorate anymore. It will not recognize itself, become a big monster, and have the power to devour the world."

Qi Yuanshan guessed his intention: "Are you going to find Mozhetiangong Factory in Pudong?"

"The person who tied the bell needs to untie it. Jiuse once came back to life in Paris. The people who helped it perform surgery were Qian Ke, Li Longsheng and Giuseppe Caproni. I believe they can save Jiuse for the second time."

"I wish you success!"

Qi Yuanshan still couldn't bear to let Qin Beiyang go, so the two went to a tavern, ordered a few side dishes and two plates of rice wine.

"We brothers haven't talked about the past for a long time!" Qi Yuanshan tilted his neck and drank a plate, "Do you still remember our first meeting?"

"On the Taihang Mountains, Yuan Shikai's Hongxian Mausoleum was built, and my father and I saved you from the wolves."

"If life was just like the first meeting! That year, we were only sixteen years old. Think about our youthful faces, and look at us now, we are in our thirties, and we have been in our thirties for half of our lives to rise and fall..."

"Far Mountain, you are a person who can accomplish great things. It's not like I can only be a little craftsman, who is a big leader of the Assassin Alliance, but I still have to hide in the grave every day, and I live in the grave every day, and I can't get out to breathe, and I feel that my death is approaching."

"What can I do if I do it alone? We are good brothers and we should do it together."

Even though Qin Beiyang was a lump of elm, he could hear the implicit sound of Qi Yuanshan: "What are you going to say to me?"

"I tell you, Beiyang, the September 18th Incident is just the beginning. Japan is strong and China is weak. We do not have the strength to drive the Japanese invaders out. But China has a vast territory and a large population. Japan does not have the strength to quickly destroy China. This war will not be over in more than ten years. As the saying goes, heroes come from troubled times, just like "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"A hero has great ambitions, good plans, and the opportunity to hide the universe and to engulf the ambitions of heaven and earth."

After half a pound of Shaoxing Huadiao, Qin Beiyang recited the "Booking of Heroes in Green Plum Brewing" in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"Today, I am the only heroes, only the envoys and the ones!" Qi Yuanshan also thought of this passage in a deep and thought, "Beiyang, who is Cao Cao, are you and me? Is it Liu Bei again?"

"Don't be stupid, we are no longer children!" Qin Beiyang smiled helplessly, "Far Mountain, it's a pity that you don't become a politician."

"I won't joke with you! Let's create the world together."

"No, I have no intention of fame and fortune in the mortal world. I don't care about the throne of the assassin leader on Taibai Mountain." Qin Beiyang remembered that he rejected the position of the Great Venerable of the Craftsmen Alliance in Tokyo, but caused himself to be killed. "I would rather be a little craftsman to protect the tomb and national treasures."

"For example, the little prince of the Tang Dynasty? Beiyang, only when we two brothers join forces can we take back the little prince's coffin from Ah Hai."

"Far Mountain, I just want to rely on myself to take revenge. If I borrow your power and guess correctly, I will borrow the power of the army and the National Government. Do you still remember? Wang Shizhen, the 'Baiyang Dragon', wanted to recruit us, but I risked my life to refuse, and we parted ways in Nanyuan, Beijing. I have no interest in joining the army and politics. That is your way, not mine."

"Hey, Beiyang, you have not changed for so many years."
Chapter completed!