All the way south, Chu Xianzhao stepped on his sword and stood on the yellow sand land and walked slowly, carefully looking at the map of the so-called Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang in his hand.

He learned that after the battle under the city, Princess Daqin carried the body of the First Emperor of Great Qin and walked all the way to the south, buried his body in the tomb of Emperor Daqin, and personally sealed any passage that could lead to this underground palace, leaving only an entrance for her to leave this underground palace.

Chu Xianzhao looked at the map and thought that it was the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, the legend said that the area of this mausoleum was twice as large as today's largest Luoyang City, and this mausoleum was built from the day he ascended the throne as the emperor, and countless secret treasures of the Great Qin Dynasty were hidden in it, and the overlord of Western Chu stubbornly believed that the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum was under the Afang Palace, and he couldn't find the entrance to the mausoleum after he killed the Great Qin Shi Empress, so he burned the Afang Palace, until he still didn't find anything, only a scorched black ruins.

None of the kings of the Western Frontier seem to have any intention of looking for the tomb of the Great Qin Emperor, or that they were in awe of this huge mausoleum beneath the western land.

They believed that the souls of the Great Qin in the mausoleum would bless the people of their Western Dynasty, after all, their country was built on the kingdom of the Great Qin, but now no one has really entered the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, not a single one......

Chu instantly summoned to the land referred to on the map, this land known as Baolian Prefecture, but saw a scene that made him stunned.

He stood in the place where Princess Daqin instructed him to come, and only then did he know that the so-called Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum was actually in a small downtown with a radius of only five or six miles, but as far as the eye could see, it was one vendor after another squatting on the ground selling vegetables and fruits, all of them were some residents living nearby, and there were even many people in the rivers and lakes who were selling martial arts cheats.

No wonder the imperial tomb has not been found for so many years, which tomb robber will dig the grave in the downtown area? Chu Xianzhao thought depressedly.

Chu Xianzhao looked at those martial arts cheats stacked into a mountain of books, and most of the covers on the books were related to the swordsmanship of the Xilin Sword God, so that when his apprentice, who had been trained by the Xilin Sword God with his own hands, looked at the name on the cover, he felt that his eyes were about to fall out.

What "Top Ten Killer Moves of the Sword God in the West" and "Thirty Days of Quick Practice of a Sword Red Dragon" If those second-rate swordsmen who have never seen a big scene will be able to be frightened by the above moves.

Chu Xianzhao didn't pay attention to it, bought two local specialty melons and ate them, and didn't know how many times he scolded that sword spirit, how could there be such a fool?

At this moment, a thief-eyed man suddenly walked over and put his arm around Chu Xianzhao's shoulder, and stuffed a yellowed volume of cheats into his bookcase.

Before Chu Xianzhao could say anything, he was sprayed by his spit: "This young man is surprised to see your handsome bones, do you want to have a book of swordsmanship cheats written by the Xilin Sword God himself, as long as you memorize this cheats by heart, I guarantee that your swordsmanship will be at least."

There is such a powerful sword god, seeing that you and I are so fateful, this "Six Divine Swords" will be given to you, this is more real than real money, after this village there will be no such shop, you just need to buy another copy of "Eight Desolation Sword Recipes" I will give you one more "Heavenly Dragon Sword Spectrum" to spend eight taels of silver to buy three cheats, how about it? Is it so direct that the pie in the sky is the thing!"

Chu Xianzhao spit out a melon seed, watched Dahan stuff the three sword books into his arms, and looked at himself with a smile on his face.

Chu Xianzhao also felt that these so-called sword scores were not credible, there were many sword paths in the world, most of the inferior swordsmanship could only be practiced hard, and a small number of superior swordsmanship needed to be understood.

Most of the sword moves taught to him by the Xilin Sword God can only be understood, so his words are that the sword intent can only be used to reach the sky, focusing on the cultivation of the state of mind.

A sword book compiled from the sword moves in the hands of the kendo master, and the sword moves on it are also shaped like five points and half a point, but even if you really recite the sword moves backwards and play from beginning to end, the power of the sword moves is also unsightly compared to the former.

The so-called gathering qi and raising swords is this truth, and the view of thousands of swords and sword moves is to penetrate the spirit and rhino through the room, and the sword moves are occasionally successful.

If you want to become a grandmaster-level swordsman like the Xilin Sword God, the root bone chance and mental diligence are indispensable, as for these sword books with the name of the Xilin Sword God, just watch the picture and have fun.

A hand reached over and snatched all three sword books from his arms, threw them on the ground in front of him and stepped on them twice, and in Chu Xuanzhao's stunned eyes, he didn't forget to spit a mouthful of yellow phlegm on them.

The man in the hat crossed his waist and said proudly: "Little boy, don't believe this bastard, this guy doesn't know how many passing swordsmen have been abducted and deceived here, all the things written on this sword book are bullshit, and Lao Tzu doesn't even want to use it to wipe his buttocks!"

The short man pointed at the vendor's nose and opened his mouth to scold: "Okay, you Chen Sanqiang dare to rob Lao Tzu's business! Lao Tzu will take his mother-in-law to your door tonight and scold the street!"

The burly man who was far bigger than him spit out a jujube pit, ** showed strong muscles on his upper body, and said with a smile: "Take your mother-in-law, right? Don't be beaten back by Lao Tzu when the time comes, press your mother-in-law to the ground and beat her well, see where you cry?"

The dwarf man was suddenly deflated, bent down to pick up the sword book on the ground, patted the dust on it, pouted and turned away.

The big man looked at Chu Xianzhao from head to toe, pointed to the sword book in front of the stall and said with a smile: "These sword books are all fake, but there are a lot of interesting meat jokes and stories about the rivers and lakes written on them, if the son doesn't dislike it, you can buy two copies to pass the time, maybe you can learn a trick and a half." ”

Chu Xianzhao squatted down and lifted the dirty cotton cloth, looked through those sword books, and asked with a smile, "How do you buy these sword books?"

The man squatted in front of him and said sincerely: "Hey, it's all fake anyway,

Childe just looked at it. Childe gives more, I am happy in my heart! I give less, and I don't complain about Childe, just eat with a mouthful of food. ”

Chu Xianzhao smiled and took out a string of copper coins from his arms, handed them over and said with a smile: "If you know my true identity, don't complain about me, even if you cut me with a knife, you won't feel strange." ”

The man's eyes straightened when he looked at the string of copper coins, and he didn't care what Chu Xianzhao meant just now, and his eyes smiled like a crescent moon.

The man carefully took the string of copper coins and put them in his arms, personally selected several clean secret books, and respectfully handed them to Chu Xianzhao.

Chu Xianzhao was walking on the road while looking at the sword spectrum, and his mood suddenly became a little low, thinking that he would be able to go to the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum within a day, and bring that Great Qin princess in to get rid of this thousand-year-old soul possessed by the Tai'a Sword.

Unexpectedly, this basin thousands of years ago has now become a small town, could it be that the Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor is at his feet, but it looks like there is a lot of traffic, and he can't take a shovel to dig all the way from here, right?

Chu Xianzhao walked slowly in front of those stalls, and did not encounter any so-called martial arts masters, but unconsciously walked in front of a wine shop.

There were three or four tables in front of the wine shop, and there were many customers sitting on them, and the business was okay, smelling the refreshing smell of wine in the air, and the wine worms in the stomach were hooked by the smell of wine.

He walked over and asked the boss about the price of the drink, and the owner of the wine shop familiarly brought Chu Xianzhao a small half bowl of apricot blossom wine to drink, saying that it was the most distinctive wine they had here.

Having said that, the characteristics are certainly not to be discussed, and these large jars and large jars piled up in the corners of the wine jars can't talk about the word specialty, right? It is estimated that these wines are also sold by catties.

Chu Xianzhao didn't mind anything, smiled, stretched out two fingers, and said that half a catty of apricot blossom wine was enough, and drank it in a bowl.

The boss took the copper coin from Chu Xianzhao, and said more and more attentively: "Okay, Cuihua!

Chu Xianzhao waited for a while, walked in the downtown with the bowl of rice wine, felt the taste of the wine on the tip of his tongue, and looked at the bustling picture of people coming and going, and felt that he was so close to this so-called market for the first time.

During the drinking, Chu Xianzhao saw many people in Baolian Prefecture singing in a loud voice that was completely different from the Yinguo Sheng, and they were holding musical instruments that Chu Xianzhao couldn't name and playing on the side of the road.

Chu Xianzhao listened to the high-trumpeted song that made people's hearts tremble, there were national hatreds and family hatred, wives and children seeing them off, red songs about getting married, and old people crying, as if the suffering suffered by Xilin in the past ten years was compiled into the lyrics.

Chu Xianzhao listened to this high-pitched voice that was far from the stage, and walked forward alone with a sword and wine, how could he not be lonely?

In the end, he heard a cry, and Chu Xianzhao saw the shrouded straw mat under the leafy locust tree, and there was one

The young woman knelt beside the straw mat and wept in a low voice.

This kind of scene of selling one's body and burying people Chu Xianzhao has also seen a lot in Lin'an City, and it is not strange.

Human life is as cheap as grass, and there are years of glory, not too many people will choose to do such a good deed, and there is no need for the young woman to cry about her miserable life experience, try to ask which person passing by the roadside will be full to do such a boring thing as spending money to bury the dead, it is better to spend some silver to drink a flower wine in the green building to get painful.

I don't know if the locust tree set off the girl in tattered shoes and clothes with some wicker, and a group of men on tall horses who couldn't tell whether it was a horse thief or a bandit pointed in front of the straw mat.

These five or six people were all wearing red patent leather armor, all of them were big men with shaved and bald hair and braided hair, and the leader was wearing a fish scale forged armor that was far more expensive than the others, and gathered under the locust tree to speak with a cold and angry look in his eyes, obviously calculating something.

Anyway, although this area of Baolian Prefecture is close to Dahongcheng, if it is really dead, no one can take care of it, seeing that the girl is still a little beautiful, it is better to snatch her back to play for a few days, and save a sum of money to go to the Qinglou.

The leader said something in the ears of his subordinates, and then slowly rode his horse back, and his men slowly took out a chain knife from the horse's sack, threw it out and hooked it on the corpse wrapped in straw mats, and frightened the woman who sold her husband to death.

She lay on her father's corpse and wept loudly, but more of the chain knives were thrown out and nailed to the corpse, and the chain knives were so sharp that they split the corpse in half with a single pull, and one of them turned over and dismounted to grab the slender woman's neck and press her to the ground, deliberately making her look at the corpse exposed by the straw mat.

The girl almost fainted on the spot, and they used the nasty and obscene methods to force her to scream.

Until she curled up on the ground with her father's corpse in her arms, the leader finally turned over and dismounted, slowly squatted in front of her and grabbed her green hair, carefully looked at her face, and showed a satisfied smile.

Someone squatted in front of her and asked her if she would like to go back with them, saying that her father had been dismembered by them, and it was okay to throw the body in the wild.

She cried and said she wouldn't leave, and the man who headed her gave her a slap and asked her if she could go, but she still cried and said no. Then they went to step on the corpse.

She cried more and more heartbreakingly, protecting her father's corpse, and then was kicked by the angry bandits.

How many kicks could a young woman withstand, many people passed indifferently under the locust tree, and there were more and more passers-by watching, and no one dared to stand up to stop these bandits, but they watched it with relish, and almost applauded.

Even more terrible than brutality are those who pretend to be invisible.

Just when the woman was almost desperate, warm blood suddenly splashed on her body, and the five bandits who kicked and beat her died in front of her in an instant, and there was a thin scar on her neck, and the blood was

That's how it was spilled.

The men fell straight at their feet, saying that they would die.

The fish-scale armored man who was squatting beside her escaped a catastrophe, and watched his brother die in front of him for no reason, and he didn't even know who the enemy was, and how treacherous the death was, so that he couldn't help but mutter.

Until he saw the young man in white with a sword walking slowly, and the robe on his body rippled as if there was no wind, as if something was about to come out of his body.

Chu Xianzhao muttered in his mouth: "Every time I come out, I will encounter these things, is it that there are too many bad people, or is it too difficult for good people to do?"

The man saw the sword aura on the long sword in the young man's hand, and he knew that something was wrong, and said with a far-fetched smile: "Don't kill me, Shaoxia, I can give Shaoxia a lot of silver, and I will give Shaoxia whatever he wants!"

As he spoke, he reached for the chain knife at his waist, but was surprised to find that the chain knife was missing.

At this moment, there was no need for Chu Xuan to summon his hand at all, and the chain knife fell from the sky and pierced his head!

The young woman's eyes were red after being humiliated by him, and she roared loudly, and slammed the chain knife into the top of his head, and the ruthlessness startled Chu Xianzhao as well.

The crowd of onlookers fled in all directions, and the scene of the crowd just now ran away in an instant, and everyone wanted to have two more legs.

Chu Xianzhao watched with half-closed eyes as she forcefully broke open his skull, making a crisp sound like breaking a coconut shell, how miserable was such a death.

The blood came back to her face again, and she didn't forget to let go of the chain knife in her hand until the man fell to the ground.

She knelt on the ground covered in blood, staring at the scene in front of her with dementia, somewhat indifferent to it.

She is kind, but not a coward.

She could put down her dignity and sell herself to bury her father, but no one could humiliate her father's body without paying the price.

At this moment, Chu Xuanzhao neither dared to approach nor stay away, but just watched the girl who had survived the catastrophe crying and stood up, slowly picking up her father's body and putting it on the straw mat.

Chu Xianzhao hesitated for a moment and walked over, looking at her arm being kicked into a bloody blur, just looking at it felt a little painful.

Chu Xianzhao listened to her suppressed cry and knelt in front of her father's corpse, shouting softly, "Dad...... Father...... Father" over and over again, for fear that the dead man would not be able to hear, she did not know if she could hear it if she shouted, and if she did not shout, she would definitely not be able to hear it.

A helpless woman, even if she escapes the harassment of these horse thieves, how can she face more dangers in the future?

Chu Xianzhao took out a bottle of ointment from the Qingzhu bookcase, squatted in front of her, unscrewed the lid, and gently poured it on her bloody arm.

At that moment, the thin-clothed woman only felt that it was burning to her bones and subconsciously screamed, but then she felt cool and damp, and it was indescribably comfortable.

Chu Xianzhao put this bottle of Su Changyan into the bookbox with his own hands and put it into the bookbox, and gently put it beside the woman and said softly: "You apply this bottle of plaster sooner or later, the wound on your arm will heal in less than two days, I'm leaving, you take care of yourself." ”

She raised her head slightly, and still whispered: "Can the son help me bury my father, the little girl is willing to follow the son as a maid in the next life, and the son will not leave me if he does not abandon me." ”

Chu Xianzhao shook his head, obviously not wanting to bring her such trouble.

She looked at Chu Xianzhao with some heart, biting her lower lip and looking at his eyes, although the woman's face was dirty, those eyes were really clear.

What Chu Xianzhao is most afraid of is that this kind of clean eyes look straight at himself, as if he can see through his heart.

He has long known what a love sword is to hurt people, but he is afraid that when the two of them get along, they will feel like getting along, even if they want to lose her, they can't lose it.

He swept away the blood from his sword with his backhand, put it back in its sheath, and turned to leave.

Who knew that she suddenly pounced and hugged his legs, and cried heartbreakingly: "Am I a waste of burden, I am the daughter of Xilin thief Henghuai, our family all rely on tomb robbery for a living, my father is the best at finding dragons and sand, as long as Gongzi is willing to help me bury my father, as long as Gongzi does not dislike me, I can take Gongzi to find the legendary Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, and then I will make cattle and horses for Gongzi without any complaints, can I?"

"Henghuai...... You say your father is Henghuai? Do you still know the whereabouts of the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum?"

Chu Xianzhao immediately became energetic when he heard the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, but he didn't expect that the rotten corpse wrapped in this straw mat was the king of tomb robbers in Su Changyan's mouth, Heng Wen, it was really an endless road.

She saw that Chu Xianzhao was interested in the Imperial Mausoleum, and presumably came to the Imperial Mausoleum, and her eyes were even more resolute, and she bit her lip and said slowly: "If Gongzi is interested in the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, I can help Gongzi find the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, there are so many secret treasures in the underground palace, which can help Gongzi achieve great things, and I only need one thing, how about it?"

Chu Xianzhao looked at her and sighed repeatedly, this moment it was really a blind cat who met a dead mouse, if this girl could help her enter the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, it would not be considered a visit here.

Seeing his ambiguous appearance, the thin-clothed woman reached out to sort out the messy green silk and continued: " My father and I went around this place for almost two years, just hoping to find the legendary Qin Emperor Mausoleum, my father finally found the specific location of the Qin Emperor Mausoleum after many years of searching for dragon sand, last year we almost had the opportunity to step into the Qin Emperor Mausoleum, but unfortunately the time just missed, so we can only stay here and wait for another year, every year during the tenth to thirteenth of May before having the opportunity to enter the Qin Emperor Mausoleum, if you miss it, you can only wait for the next year? The little girl is willing to take Gongzi into the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, and I believe that with Gongzi's skills, she will definitely be able to enter it without falling into danger. ”

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Instantaneously asked, "Why wait for the next year? Is there any mystery in this? How did your father die?"

The woman laughed at himself in the face of him: "The Xilin robbers Heng family and the Zhang family are both famous tomb robbers in the tomb robbery world, my father also wanted to enter the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum all his life to find out, but was framed by the Zhang family villain and took away the theft book written all his life, and my father was seriously injured, the little girl is lonely and helpless and does not have the luxury of how to take revenge, as long as the son can open the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum with me, then our Heng family will have a monopoly in the tomb robbery world, which is also my father's last words." ”

Chu Xianzhao nodded, revealing a fox-like smile and said: "If you miss it, you will have to wait for the next year, then I have to hurry up and find the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, I can't let you tomb robbers defile the thousand-year-old land of the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, goodbye, there will be a period later." ”

Before Chu Xianzhao could lift her feet and leave, she punched and kicked Chu Xianzhao as if she had received a great insult, crying and saying in her voice, "You ...... I thought you were a good person, but I didn't expect you to be the same as those bastards of the Zhang family!

Chu Xianzhao looked at her painless fist on his body, and shot her down five steps away with a flick.

She covered her swollen and aching forehead and was suddenly a little stunned, Chu Xianzhao said with a smile: "I can help you bury your father, and then you and I go to the Great Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, I said that you are not allowed to touch any of the things inside, you are not allowed to take any of them, understand?"

She suddenly looked at the young man in white with a glow in her eyes, and carried the corpse wrapped in a straw mat to the wheelbarrow with difficulty, and said in a gentle tone: "I understand, and I will listen to the words of the son in the future." ”

Chu Xuan summoned money to buy her father the best Nanmu coffin, and then used a knife to make a big pit for her, which was used as her father's grave.

Chu Xianzhao watched as she carefully put her father into the coffin and carried the coffin into the pit with difficulty, during which she asked some things about the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum.

While taking out a knife to sharpen the tombstone for her father, she answered Chu Xuanzhao's question without the slightest fraud.

Chu Xianzhao looked at the slowly rising small earthen bag and was stunned, and inserted a simple and rough wooden tombstone in front of him, with the four big characters engraved "Henghuai's Tomb" on it, listening to her kneeling on the ground and chanting "Bodhisattva bless ......" and something like that, he thought to himself that robbing people's graves would be punished by God, and there was no god or Buddha who would bless people like tomb robbers, but he still didn't tell her this.

She knelt on the dirt floor and kowtowed three times to her father's grave.

"What's your name?"

"Hengrou. ”

"Hmm...... It's much smoother than my name. ”

"What's the name of that childe?"

"If I don't tell you, you just call me Gongzi Chu. ”

She looked at her father's name on the tombstone, and suddenly said, "Young Master Chu, how nice it would be if a locust tree grew here in the future?"

Chu Xianzhao tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Bad luck." ”

She stood alone in front of the tombstone, choking back tears, and asked with a smile, "Are you unlucky?"

No one answered.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "The Throne of the Apocalypse" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~