"If you don't have money, just give me something in exchange!" Chu Lixun crawled out from the bottom of the pit. He was about to starve to death. All the money was used to make sandalwood. Even if he died of starvation, he could not cut off the incense of Yan Jun.

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It took a lot of effort for someone to express condolences, but he is still a poor man!

"Take it!" Chisongzi thought for a while, and finally took out a shiny scroll of ancient bamboo slips from his sleeve and threw it into Chuilixun's hands.

Chuilixun caught the bamboo slip steadily, looked at it roughly, and then threw it into the cauldron.

"Do you know what you threw?" Chisongzi's eyes narrowed slightly. He just threw the bamboo slips as a test, but this young man was able to catch it steadily. His skill was not simple.

"With a sharp finger, it is a mystery that is not taught by Taoists. It is said to be able to defeat the swordsmanship in the world." Chuili Xun calmly snatched the sandalwood from Chi Songzi's hand.

"I know you're still throwing it away?" Chi Songzi frowned and pointed out that it is a Taoist secret technique that can restrain most swordsmanship in the world and is extremely precious.

"We can't exchange money!" Chuilixun was helpless. What he lacked was money. There were a bunch of these classics in Yan Jun's tomb.

Unfortunately, ancient books are valuable but not valuable, and many people find it hard to find a book. But if he dares to sell it, he will be killed by the Taoists within the next day and his body will be left lying on the street.

"Are you a descendant of Chuilizi?" Chisongzi looked at Chuilixun and asked.

Except for the descendants of Ailizi, there will be no one else here to guard his mausoleum, and only the true direct descendants of Ailizi can do this.

"You know what you are asking!" Chuili Xun was speechless. Who would come here to guard the mausoleum if he was not a descendant of Chuiliji.

"Where are the adults in your family?" Chi Songzi continued to ask. It is rare for such a young person to guard the mausoleum.

"I'm lying here. Do you have any money? If you don't, leave quickly. You don't need to come to express condolences." Chuilixun looked at Chi Songzi's body, but he couldn't find anything valuable.

"Take it!" Chisongzi took off the hosta used to tie her hair and put it in Chuilixun's hand. It's no wonder that Chuilizi's lineage declined, and the descendants turned out to be such money-grubbing people.

Chuan Lixun carefully took the hosta, wiped his muddy hands on his trouser legs, breathed on the hosta again, wiped it carefully with his mourning clothes, and then carefully put it in his arms to treasure, and returned it.

I patted it carefully, fearing it would fall out.

"Money fan!" Chi Songzi looked at Chu Lixun's actions and shook his head helplessly. The descendant of the former Great Qin think tank has actually fallen to such a state.

"Take it!" Qi Lixun then returned the sandalwood to Chisongzi's hands and watched Chisongzi complete his condolences.

"Do you know the Qingwu Sutra?" Chi Songzi finished expressing his condolences, then remembered the business and looked at Qili Xun and asked.

"What is that?" Chuilixun looked at Chisongzi in confusion and asked.

Chisongzi looked at the young man in front of him seriously. How could a descendant of Qilizi not know Qilizi's "Qingwu Jing"? But looking at the young man's appearance, it didn't seem like he was lying.

"Is the Qingwu Jing really lost?" Chi Songzi frowned. The Qingwu Jing is known as the best book on physiognomy in the world, and Qilizi is also recognized as a pioneer of physiognomy, but because his political achievements are so dazzling,

So much so that no one remembers that he still thought he was a master of physiognomy.

"The land poor and the lowly people will not allow the master to have a meal!" Chuili Xun directly issued an order to expel the guest. Who is he? He is still thinking about Xuanzu's "Qingwu Jing".

"The terrain is not poor, but the people are so mean!" Chisongzi had no choice but to turn around and leave. If the Qingwu Sutra still exists, it is either in Yandi or in the tomb of Lord Yan. It was just a matter of robbing the tomb. He still

Can't do it.

"It's rare for a Taoist master to live in such a poor life!" Chu Lixun retorted.

The corners of Chisongzi's mouth twitched, "Don't you even know how to respect your elders? You deserve to be poor!"

Chisongzi had no choice but to turn around and leave. This place is open to anyone who likes it. He doesn't want to come back a second time.

After Chisongzi left, Chuilixun immediately climbed up the cauldron and picked out the bamboo slips thrown into it. It was a good thing. He couldn't go there anyway. He had nothing to do, so he might as well find something to do.

However, not long after Chisongzi left, a mighty army entered Yanjun's cemetery, which scared Chuilixun and hid immediately.

"Boy, come out, I saw you!" A general in black armor pulled Qili Xun out from behind the tombstone.

"General, please be gentle, it hurts!" Chuili Xun was speechless. Why was it so lively today with so many masters here?

"Great Qin Black Bird Black Dragon Banner?" Chuilixun glanced at the banners of the army secretly, and instantly understood that this was the arrival of the First Emperor.

"Little slippery man!" Meng Yi was a little surprised that this young man could actually escape from his hands. Although he took the civil service route, he was a general in the Meng family, and he also learned martial arts and military capture from a young age. Generally speaking, he was a general in the Meng family.

Even an expert would have a hard time escaping from his grasp, but this young man was actually able to escape from his grasp.

"What's your name?" Meng Yi looked at Qili Xun and asked.

"I didn't scream?" Chuilixun looked confused.

"I'm asking what your name is!" Meng Yi was speechless.

"I really didn't scream!" Chuilixun said again.

"Pfft~" The soldiers guarding all around couldn't help laughing, but when Meng Yi looked over, they immediately held it back.

"I'm asking for your name!" Meng Yi knew that he was being teased by this young man, but His Majesty the First Emperor's chariot was behind him, so he could only suppress his mood and wait for His Majesty the Emperor to leave before he would deal with this guy who dared to tease him.

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"Say my name, I'll scare you!" Chuilixun straightened his clothes. Although there was still a lot of mud, his face was much cleaner.

Meng Yi was also happy. Whose name in the entire Great Qin could scare him?

"My surname is Ying, has the general guessed it?" Chu Lixun looked at Meng Yi with a smile and asked.

Meng Yi was still smiling at first, but when he looked at the clear and resolute eyes of the young man behind the yellow mud, he stopped laughing for a moment, it was so similar!

"General, do you know why His Majesty the Emperor is here? Is it really for Lord Yan? Not anything else?" Qi Lixun continued to ask with a smile.

Meng Yi's heart trembled. He seemed to have discovered some terrible secret about the palace. This was a bit scary!

Meng Yi instantly became respectful. His bee-eyes were so similar to His Majesty's. He had been with Ying Zheng all year round and was very familiar with him. Although Yan Jun was the ancestor of the Ying family, His Majesty usually only performed sacrifices in the ancestral temple.

Only then would they offer sacrifices to Mr. Yan, instead of coming to pay homage to Mr. Yan’s tomb.

"Meng Yi has seen the young master!" Meng Yi held his sword and saluted. Although he could not prove that this young man was the prince of the clan, or that he was His Majesty's illegitimate son, he also had no way of proving that this young man was not.
Chapter completed!