Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

The sun rises slowly, and the clouds cover it, making it look a little dim, giving people a depressing feeling.

In the room, Bai Chenzhi sat down on the sofa. Even when he thought about it now, he still had a lingering feeling of fear and almost got cold.

He took a deep breath and felt the air pouring into his chest. It was cold and even a bit chilly. It was uncomfortable, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

Feeling uncomfortable? It's okay to feel uncomfortable. Only dead people don't feel uncomfortable. Besides, these days, dead people don't necessarily feel very comfortable.

Looking at the ceiling above his head, Bai Chenzhi couldn't help but sigh, "It's so good to be alive..."

Jiang Zheng, who didn't understand why, had just swallowed his water when he heard these words, which made him choke. He patted his chest and cursed, "What's wrong with you?"

Since coming to this Nether Ruins, the relationship between the few of them has been quite good, and they often make jokes in private.

The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and Lu Zhongming slowly said, "Instructor Jiang, actually... we lost..."

"What! Did you lose?"

Jiang Zheng was stunned for a moment and was at a loss, but he quickly came to his senses and said with a smile, "Don't make trouble, this joke is not funny at all."

"Instructor Jiang, we really... lost." Du Yue raised her head with a calm face, a trace of gloom flashed in her eyes.

This time it was Jiang Zheng's turn to not be calm. She still knew a little about Du Yue's character. To sum it up in one word, he was a serious person.

"real?"

Jiang Zheng still couldn't believe his ears. This was like someone saying that a muscular man in his twenties was defeated by a ten-year-old child. Anyone would subconsciously deny it.

"real…"

Then Du Yue talked about what happened at that time, the magic circle, the yin and yang fish, the holy sword...

It sounds very exciting, but compared to Jiang Zheng's expression, it is still a little bit inferior.

Jiang Zheng was sitting on the sofa in despair, holding his head with both hands, recalling what he said in the morning. Now he understood that Brother Underpants always looked at him and snickered. It turned out that the clown was actually me...

In a room inside the city wall, Zhao Wenlong looked at the information in his hand and didn't know what to think. He saw and heard everything that happened in the magic circle. The current genius was really a bit beyond his expectation. .

Flying General Li Guang, Ming God of War Lan Yu, and four unknown but epic heroic souls, how could their membership be unknown? Zhao Wenlong probably guessed something...

On top of the city tower, Li Bai raised the gourd of wine, drank a few sips happily, and laughed, "Hahaha, I didn't expect that so many heroes have gathered here..."

Qin Ye smiled slightly, and at this moment, the figure of the First Emperor appeared in his mind.

I saw the First Emperor sitting on the dragon chair, taking a glass of wine from the long table with various delicacies, and took a sip, with great enjoyment written on his face.

After taking a sip, the First Emperor slowly said, "I really didn't expect it. I don't know if there are any generals from my Great Qin."

Li Bai: "The Qin Dynasty is powerful and has many elite soldiers and generals. It will definitely reappear in the world as a heroic soul."

The First Emperor: "Hahaha, you are indeed the Taibai Immortal who is known as the Poet Immortal. I love hearing this. If you were born in our great Qin Dynasty, I would definitely make you a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households..."

Li Bai smiled and drank the wine vigorously without saying anything else. After the death of the Second Emperor of Qin Dynasty, it was not easy to be a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households. It would be better to have a pot of wine.

Qin Ye squinted his eyes and just listened quietly, unable to say anything. What's more, with a gap of several thousand years in life, the world was not so easy to talk to...

Outside the city wall in the distance, there is a bit of black smoke, a few houses standing, and a few evil spirits appearing from time to time. The realm is not high, most of them are at the peak of latent spirits. I guess it is also part of the special training...

On the way back to the dormitory, Qin Ye happened to bump into Shen Moxuan and said hello with a smile, "What a coincidence..."

Shen Moxuan nodded, "Let's talk?"

Qin Ye's expression paused, another fortune teller...

In an illusory space, countless golden spells circulated around it, blocking out outside exploration.

Qin Ye sat on the transformed chair with his legs crossed. He felt comfortable as he pleased, but after taking a look at Shen Moxuan who was sitting opposite him in a wheelchair, he quietly retracted his legs.

"Why are you looking for me?" Qin Ye still asked tentatively, even though he already had a rough idea in his mind.

Who is Shen Moxuan? The fortune teller and formation player could see through Qin Ye's thoughts with just one glance. He smiled, and then a man with golden light all over his body appeared.

With his long, disheveled hair, vicissitudes of face, floating body, and the aura that exudes from his every move, he is a master, a proper master in the novel.

"Junior Qin Ye, I have met my senior." Qin Ye did not dare to neglect and quickly stood up and bowed.

The man observed Qin Ye carefully, and there was a flash of shock in his eyes. He couldn't see clearly, not at all.

After a long time, the man could see nothing and said with a smile, "Haha, I am not a senior. You should call me Sun Boling."

Sun Boling?

Qin Ye was stunned. After awakening from Li Bai, he began to cram in historical knowledge, but he really couldn't remember this name.

The man spoke again, "You can also call me Sun Bin. Later generations seem to call me that..."

Qin Ye was shocked. The military sage Sun Bin was a military strategist of the Qi State during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. His real name was Sun Boling. He was framed by his fellow disciple Pang Juan and had two patellas dug out, hence his name Sun Bin.

"I've met Senior Bo Ling," Qin Ye said solemnly.

"I wonder what Senior Bo Ling is doing?" Qin Ye raised his head and spoke respectfully.

"Has anyone ever mentioned destiny to you?" Sun Bin asked.

Qin Ye thought about it, shook his head, and said, "I never..."

Sun Bin squinted and smiled, then waved his hand, and a golden picture appeared in front of Qin Ye's eyes.

In the picture, people are living and working in peace and contentment, and a group of little golden people are talking and laughing. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a peaceful and prosperous age.

As soon as the scene changed, large black clouds suddenly appeared in the originally calm sky, covering the sky. Immediately, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the seawater reversed...

In the city, in the mountains and forests, or on the sea, the space is distorted, and the evil spirit sweeps out. Countless evil spirits exuding black energy appear in the world, devouring and slaughtering all living things they see.

Many people wearing various costumes appeared, some desperately killing evil spirits, and some wielding butcher knives at unarmed people or people around them, sucking away life and plundering the source, just like a picture of purgatory on earth.

The screen jumped again, and the charred earth was covered with corpses and rivers of blood. A figure exuding a sacred aura appeared...

The scene ended. Qin Ye was shocked and couldn't recover for a long time. Is this true? Who is that person?

After being stunned like this for a long time, Qin Ye said, "Senior, are these all?"

Qin Ye didn't dare to ask carefully. To be honest, he was really scared. As far as he could see, no one survived. This was true for cultivators, but what about ordinary people...

Sun Bin sighed and slowly said, "Do you know the golden formula?"

Qin Ye shook his head, he really didn't know this.

"Liuren, Taiyi, and Qimen are the three great magical arts handed down from ancient times, including destiny, deduction, magic formation, and art of war..."

"The Golden Secret Formula was adapted by me based on Liu Ren's secret method. It summarizes the principles of Liu Ren's Tao and inherits its deduction techniques.

Ever since I woke up, I have never made any mistakes based on the results deduced from the golden formula..."

Qin Ye's heart dropped and he staggered back a few steps. His eyes were blank and he seemed a little at a loss. After all, he was just a young man who had just graduated from high school.

If the outcome has been doomed from the beginning, then the effort spent in the process is nothing...

"But... I made a wrong deduction today."

Sun Bin suddenly spoke, and these words seemed to give Qin Ye a surge of hope. He stared at Sun Bin with a hopeful face.

"That magic circle requires at least eighteen people to activate it. In my deduction, I don't have to enter the game...

It’s strange to say that since I came to this underworld, there has always been a mysterious force covering up the sky, but I have never found the reason. It was only just now that I was sure that the reason was you..."

"Me?" Qin Ye was a little confused.

Sun Bin turned his back and said, "Yes, before I met you, I had never seen someone's luck be so majestic. Maybe you are the destiny..."

"Destiny is unpredictable..."