Daqin Baizhisheng

The desert is filled with smoke and wolves are howling outside Yanmen Pass.

In the vast northern frontier, the cold wind is howling. It is winter, the weather is cold and the ground is frozen, and no grass grows.

Since the early years of the Shang Dynasty, the Huns, a foreign race outside the frontier, have been rampant and frequently went south to plunder people, property, livestock and even women.

The people in the northern border are suffering.

Until today, the world is full of turmoil, and the seven powers of Qin, Chu, Qi, Yan, Zhao, Wei and Han are fighting for hegemony.

For 800 years, no matter which country occupied Yanmen Pass, the heavy troops guarding the pass have never been relaxed for a day.

Now, Yanmen Pass belongs to Zhao State. Li Mu, one of the four famous generals of the Warring States Period, is ordered by King Zhao to guard it here, and deter the Huns and wolves from going south easily.

This year, Li Mu is in his prime. Although he has a few strands of white hair on his forehead, he has been on the battlefield and all the wolf cubs are frightened and lose their souls when they hear his name.

The sky outside the Great Wall was full of wind and clouds. One moment the sun was shining, and the next moment the desert wind was howling. However, in such an unpredictable and bitter cold place, there was a peach blossom forest in full bloom, and the peach blossoms on the trees were particularly lush.

In the peach forest, the sword energy was everywhere.

"Come again."

With a full-throated challenge, Li Mu slashed out with a sharp sword energy, stirring up peach blossoms everywhere, but not damaging the branches of the peach tree. He was able to control the sword to the smallest detail, which was probably what he meant.

""Come on!"

The sound was not finished yet, and no one knew what kind of weapon the person sparring with Li Mu used. It was only eight or nine inches long, with a black front end and the tip of the ink at a point in front of his chest. This person actually ignored Li Mu's sword and wrote in the air.

After a few breaths, a word"swallow" was upright, and it swelled up against the wind with the blessing of internal force.

The man bent his hand and pressed it, and the word"swallow" leaned forward. With a rotation of his five fingers, the ink word quickly rotated in front of him, and finally formed a circle of extremely black ink shadows. No people, no words, and no light were seen, as if everything was swallowed up. Naturally, the sword energy that Li Mu attacked was also swallowed up into nothingness.

Li Mu's face moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand and clenched it. Two green sword auras instantly exploded on the body of Zhenyue Sword, like two Tongxuan green snakes lingering and circling. In an instant, the sword auras flowed together , he attacked solemnly, and slashed the face of the opponent who was ready for battle with a sword.

This sword was too fast, very fast...

Since there was no way to avoid it, the opponent smiled indifferently, and in a flash, the weapon flew out of his sleeve, and in one breath, the ink tip resisted the tip of the sword, and there was a roar and explosion. The sound of breaking through the air spread out, which was deafening.

Not far away, a handsome young man, despite the nausea brought by the buzzing in his ears, opened his eyes with a pair of colorful eyes, watching this horrifying scene, thinking to himself, one day, I will be as powerful as them!

The flying peach blossoms gradually settled down, and the dust dissipated. Li Mu laughed loudly. After the hearty battle just now, he felt very happy. After returning the sword to the sheath, he said:"Bai Xiaosheng, the Warring States Period belongs to the era of swords. It's time for you to find a suitable sword. Use this scholar's thing……"Looking at the weapon in Bai Xiaosheng's hand, Li Mu shook his head with a look of pity.

In today's world, China is divided into seven kingdoms, and the sword is regarded as the mainstream.

Not to mention the generals in the army, the gangsters in the rivers and lakes, even the Confucian scholars wear swords to show their gentleman status.

But Bai Xiaosheng doesn't think so.

The sword is a murder weapon, and the pen is also a murder weapon.

Since they are both murder weapons, why should we distinguish between"gentlemen and villains"? Why should we stick to the murderous sword in our hands as a sword, or for him?

"Li Mu, in the age of swords, it is not necessary to use swords." Bai Xiaosheng's five fingers on his right hand were as crystal clear as jade, agile and lively, and seemed to be turning something.

At this time, the handsome young man who was watching the fight came running over, his face flushed with excitement and joy, and grabbed Bai Xiaosheng and shouted,"Master."

Bai Xiaosheng held the rotating object, which turned out to be a snow-white Spring and Autumn Judge's Pen, with only a cluster of ink dots on the tip of the wolf-hair pen, and a Wenquxing pattern engraved on the end, which was easy to use and, of course, beautiful.

Bai Xiaosheng tapped his apprentice, who was not considered an apprentice, with the end of the pen and gently taught him,"How many times have I told you that you are just my student, call me teacher."

There is an essential difference between a master and a teacher. A master is like a father and a mother. Once a teacher is established, he will be a father for life. The term"teacher" is broader. Anyone who teaches and imparts knowledge can be called a teacher.

The handsome young man's face darkened and he replied dejectedly,"Yes, teacher."……"

Bai Xiaosheng sighed. The young man in front of him had excellent aptitude, was quick to learn, and could master anything from the Art of War, Miscellaneous Theories to the Way of the Sword. Most importantly, he could endure hardships. If such a rough jade was placed among the hundreds of schools of thought, even Xunzi would fight to get rid of it. But Bai Xiaosheng had his own ideas. It would be harmful to get rid of it too early.

Because his identity was too special.……

"Politics……"Li Mu frowned, as if thinking of something, and grabbed the young man and looked him over carefully. After feeling his bones, he let the young man go, stared at Bai Xiaosheng and asked blankly,"Is he... a hostage?"

"That's right. Bai Xiaosheng answered very easily, as if he was completely unaware of the deep blood feud between Qin and Zhao.

Back then, in the Battle of Changping between Qin and Zhao, Bai Qi, the Marquis of Wu'an, killed 400,000 Zhao prisoners, which made Zhao unable to recover and completely lost the qualification to rule the world.

The blood feud between Qin and Zhao was not small. And the hostage Zheng was the eldest son of King Chu of Qin, and he was very likely to be the future King of Qin.

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill him?" Li Mu said coldly, not hiding his murderous intent.

"You dare not." Bai Xiaosheng remained calm, and immediately began to turn the Spring and Autumn pen again, steadily and without disorder. On the contrary, Li Mu's sword, Zhenyue, trembled without any warning, as if it was afraid of the pen.