Several outsiders, including Xue Chen, were watching. Seeing the arriving guests presenting precious gifts, they all had strange expressions and were thinking about it in their hearts.
The eight people here know very well that all this looks so real, but it is definitely not real. It should be something similar to an illusion. However, this illusion is too realistic, and there is no illusion at all.
Now they encountered a problem. Since other guests had given gifts, what should they do? Just sitting there and watching, it seemed inappropriate.
Although this is an illusion, if the First Emperor is angered by not giving a gift, there is no telling what will happen. But if you also give a gift, what to give and how much it is worth are debatable, because once it is given, it is very likely that
It's really lost.
The table in front of the First Emperor was a hundred square meters in size, and it was already filled with congratulatory gifts. The dazzling array of gifts illuminated the entire hall, especially the guests who were next in line and were at the peak of the Danhua Realm.
The congratulatory gift made several people, including Xue Chen, almost drool.
A three-inch long blue feather with flames lingering on it is a Bi Fang Feather.
Xue Chen took a breath of cold air and wondered, Bi Fang, is there such a creature in the legend?
A piece of silver-white soft armor, the result of seventy years of constant tempering. It cannot be broken by any spell below the middle-grade treasure level.
"Control!" Xue Chen held his right hand with his left hand and folded his feet together. He was afraid and couldn't help but rush to grab it.
There is also the green bottle that can absorb the thunder of heaven and earth, and the wine brewed with unicorn blood...
Seeing that almost everyone had given gifts, the few outsiders were struggling internally. To give or not to give. This was a question. To give, it was obvious that the meat buns would never come back. If not to give, there would be no return.
Not quite appropriate.
At the right time, Qu Yan stood up and presented a gift, which was a few pills. The value was mediocre, and it was the kind that wouldn't hurt much if given. However, compared with the gifts given by other guests, it was a little inferior.
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But the First Emperor still accepted it with a cheerful face, without any sign of dissatisfaction.
With Qu Yan taking the lead, the others followed suit, took out gifts of moderate value, and presented them to them. They got through this hurdle and felt relieved.
Xue Chen looked at Ying Zheng, still feeling unreal. He was lucky enough to see Qin Shihuang, the emperor of the ages, with his own eyes. Although it was an illusion, he was actually standing in front of him. This feeling was like that of a movie fan.
It's like meeting the superstar you like, no, it's even more intense.
He was also happy to give a congratulatory gift, but what to give? It was too precious, and he couldn't bear to part with it. It was too cheap, and he felt guilty and torn about it.
Suddenly, Xue Chen had an idea in his mind, a very strange idea. Emperors of all dynasties have attached great importance to one thing, that is, his reputation in the history books. Is it to be infamy for thousands of years, or to be famous for eternity? It is the so-called reputation before and after death.
When Concubine Ya from the Grand Imperial Court and Xu Ming also presented gifts, Xue Chen made up his mind and took out paper and pen from the Jade Eye Space.
It’s no joke that books share the same text and cars run on the same track. During the Qin Dynasty, the writing system was unified and was called Qin Zhuan, which is also Xiaozhuan!
Xue Chen wrote on the paper in small seal script: First Emperor, surname Ying, surname Zhao, Mingzheng...
Since it is a congratulatory gift, it is natural to choose something nice to say. As for burning books, humiliating Confucians, and tyrannizing governance, regardless of whether it is true or false, it must not be written about. The great achievements are listed one by one, and the weights and measures are unified, and the same words are used.
The great unification of China.
"He is collectively known as the one emperor through the ages by later generations."
While Xue Chen was writing, Mo Die, who had already sent a congratulatory gift, was quietly peeking in. Even though he was not very familiar with Xiaozhuan and could only understand one or two tenths of it, he could roughly guess what was written.
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"You really think that writing a few words can be used as a gift? It's really ridiculous."
Xue Chen finished writing hundreds of eloquent words in about a minute. Almost everyone sent congratulatory gifts. He also stood up at the right time, and the paper in his hand naturally fell in front of Ying Zheng.
Qin Shihuang's eyes swept over all the gifts, nodded slightly, obviously very happy, immediately stood up, faced outside the palace, and said loudly with a solemn face:
"Gu, I originally wanted to benefit the vicissitudes of life throughout my life, but God's will is hard to violate. It does not allow practitioners to become emperors, and even brings natural disasters, causing suffering in the morning and public resentment. But I have no regrets. Now, I will not live long and will go to the place of immortality.
The land is gone and will never come back. I am very grateful to you for coming to have a banquet. I also have some small gifts to send to you Taoist friends. It is useless to keep them, so it is better to disperse."
When a person is about to die, all his wealth will be lost.
Hearing these somewhat sad words, all the guests present showed their sadness.
Xue Chen's heart was greatly moved. God's will does not allow practitioners to become emperors? This is something he has never understood, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems to be true. There are only a few emperors in the past who have lived a long life. The emperor who reigned the longest should be the Qing Dynasty emperor.
The Holy Ancestor Aixinjueluo Xuanye reigned for sixty-one years.
At this time, the First Emperor Ying Zheng waved his hand, and immediately a series of maids came in from the outside carrying dark red wooden trays, covered with red cloth, and placed them in front of each guest.
Xue Chen originally thought that every guest's gift might be the same, but when he saw the gifts of some people around him, he realized that everyone was different.
"What could it be?" Xue Chen was quite excited and curious about what gift Qin Shihuang would give him.
Now he hopes to leave the place where he ascended to immortality with his memories. Even if it is just this memory, it is very precious to him and worth remembering for a lifetime.
The maid deftly put down the lacquered mahogany plate and left. Xue Chen lifted the red cloth on it and saw a copybook underneath. There were only eight words: Good weather, good weather, peace and prosperity for the country and the people.
"Is this... Ying Zheng's calligraphy?" He was not sure because there was no seal left on it.
He looked to the left and right again and saw that Qi Xinyan and the woman from Guxian Village were both happy, obviously very satisfied with the gifts he received.
Several others also picked up the gifts they received and thought about it in their hearts.
Ya Fei picked up the gift she got, which was a treasure-level spiritual energy hosta. It was very good. She looked at Xu Ming and saw that what she got was a spiritual ginseng. Then she looked at Li Langtian in front of him on the left.
There are curved rocks.
She made some calculations in her mind, compared the two sides, and keenly discovered a pattern. The value of the gifts received by several people was approximately ten times the value of the gift just given!
"Is it a coincidence?"
If it's a coincidence, that's it, but if it's not, Yafei's heart tightens. If it's really not a coincidence, then isn't it?
At this time, the First Emperor Ying Zheng walked out from behind the square table, walked through the entire hall, and walked out with the power of swallowing mountains and rivers. Along the way, miniature mountains and rivers appeared behind him, as if the endless mountains and rivers were under his feet.
As soon as they left the hall, all eight people including Xue Chen felt a wave of force coming in, covering themselves and covering everyone's eyes. Everything became chaotic.
"finished?"
Xue Chen opened his eyes and found that he was lying on the stone steps. The main hall was gone, the guests were gone, and Qin Shihuang was naturally gone. There was a faint mist floating around, and he was the only one left.
He didn't get up in a hurry, and just sat there quietly, feeling a little lost for no reason in his heart, and a yearning arose. It would be great if he could really visit the Great Qin Dynasty.
He lowered his head and looked at his hand. The only thing that still existed was the copybook. The weather was good and the country was peaceful and the people were safe. There was no seal on it. He didn't know whether it was really the calligraphy of the First Emperor, but he Ning Yuan believed it was.
When he just stood up, there were footsteps coming from below. Xu Ming and Ya Fei walked over together. When they saw him standing there, they subconsciously stood still.
"Is that what you got?" Yafei noticed that Xue Chen was holding something carefully in his hand and asked, "What is it?" Then she added that she got a treasure-level middle-grade spiritual weapon.
What Ming got was a rare spiritual ginseng.
"A copybook." Xue Chen did not hide it and gave Ya Fei a look.
"The weather is smooth, the country is peaceful and the people are safe?" Seeing the eight words above, doubts flashed in Ya Fei's eyes, "What is this, a spiritual weapon? Or..."
"No, it's just a copybook." He had already confirmed it. He didn't feel that there was anything special about this copybook. It looked like an ordinary copybook, and it was still a very "vulgar" one, that is.
The kind that can only write four-character idioms.
Xu Ming was secretly happy in his heart, and he gloated and laughed: "Ya Fei has analyzed it, and the gifts that everyone gets are regular. They are ten times the value of the gifts you sent. I saw that you seemed to have given them
A piece of paper, and now I have received a piece of paper, isn’t it just right?”
"Ten times?" Xue Chen was a little surprised, "Is there such a thing?"
Ya Fei was deep in thought as she preached. She looked at several people's gifts and found that this was indeed the pattern and that they were worth ten times as much.
"It's such a pity. If I had known earlier, I would have taken out all the most precious things in my body and sent them up. Oh, what a pity. Who would have thought of it." Xu Ming's face was filled with regret.
Ten times... Xue Chen's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
"It seems that you are very satisfied with the copybook you got?" Yafei caught the change in the corner of Xue Chen's mouth and was a little surprised. She really didn't see anything special about the copybook, so she considered it.
After getting off, I asked Xue Chen what the piece of paper was.
Xue Chen came back casually, with just some words of congratulations he wrote casually, not anything particularly cherished.
He looked at the copybook in his hand again, his eyes full of love.
"Inexplicable!" Seeing Xue Chen looking at this copybook that was nothing special, Xu Ming dismissed it. (To be continued)