I will live forever in the martial arts world

Last night, the people in the shops on both sides of Handan Long Street were so frightened that they did not dare to open their doors and windows to go out to see. They could only hear the rumbling tremors outside, and the earth was shaking, like an earth dragon turning over.

Occasionally, there were screams from more than one person, and at the same time, violent air currents hit their doors and windows like heavy rain, making a rattling sound.

It was as if a ghost had passed by outside last night.

When people on both sides of the street woke up the next day, they were even more horrified. All the bluestones on the street had turned into powder, a big hole was broken in the city wall, and there were ravines one after another, like the paper and pen of an angel splashing wildly on the human world. Each line is more than ten feet wide.

At the Juluhou Mansion.

"Master Marquis, the king sent someone to inquire about what happened on the street last night. Did he report truthfully?"

Listen to the people coming up from the court.

Zhao Mu's face was livid and he said: "No matter what the retribution is, a person who is about to die does not care what he thinks..."

What made his face turn livid was not the question from King Zhao in the court, but the bamboo slip he held in his hand, which read a simple sentence:

"Twenty-nine people including Lian Jin defected. They left Handan at midnight last night and are nowhere to be found."

Click!

Zhao Mu clenched his fingers tightly and crushed the bamboo slips in his hand to pieces, gritting his teeth: "Traitor, what a traitor."

But in fact, if you look carefully, in addition to anger, there is also a trace of fear in his eyes that cannot be noticed by others, because only he knows what happened last night.

"Six Sword Slave, Xuan Jian... in one breath, four died, two were wounded and one was crippled."

This is the strength of the guy in the wine shop.

fear!

Horrible!

Such a person lives in Handan City. Not to mention him, even King Zhao has a sword hanging over his head.

"Really..."

Zhao Mu thought of the sentence describing a political strategist:

"When you are angry, the princes are afraid."

He smiled miserably.

Who can be unafraid of such strength?

…

At the entrance of the wine shop, more than a dozen carriages came and went like a sailing boat, and finally they all stopped here.

Inside the store.

Zheng'er looked at the carriage outside, which was full of belongings. He felt guilty and sad. He lowered his head and said: "Master, these are the funds you and Uncle Gai have saved for more than ten years. How could you let me take away so much. "

"A poor family has a rich life, and our family is not poor either."

Jiang Taiyi arranged for people to load all the coins and various precious things in the wine shop over the years into the carriage for Ying Zheng. He stood at the door and said leisurely:

"You are going on a long trip this time. Master Qin, I can't use the things I brought you, but you can use them, especially those swords. Although some of them were broken by the shock, you have arrived. Xianyang has become the prince of the Qin Kingdom. As long as you find someone to repair it, you may not be able to train your own Six Swords slaves to work for you..."

The six-fingered black man looked at the swords with a somewhat complicated expression. He was the only one who could see clearly how these swords were broken. Except for Zhen Gang, who took the initiative to reach out and flick it, the other swords were all cut. After it fell on this person, it broke on its own.

Even the two fatalities and one injury of the soul-turning soul-destroying and chaotic gods were all struck on the person in front of them, and they were shocked to death.

The Six-fingered Black Man couldn't understand, what kind of existence was this person in front of him?

Xiang Shaolong was in a different mood. He always had a third-party mentality towards this era, but at this moment, he saw Jiang Taiyi filling the carriage with all kinds of things for Zheng Er. .

He couldn't help but think of his parents in his eyes.

Every time I go home and go out, my car and body are always full.

No children can leave their parents empty-handed. Adults always have to stuff them with various things to feel at ease.

He looked at Jiang Taiyi again.

I found that the owner of the wine shop in front of me didn't look like a master at all, but was just ordinary and ordinary.

An ordinary, plain, and ordinary "father".

Zheng'er asked again: "Master, are you really not going to Xianyang with me?"

Jiang Taiyi sat on the long bench in the wine shop, looked at the wine bowl in front of him, picked it up and said to himself: "Do you know why I never taught you any sword skills?"

Zheng'er replied: "The Guigu sect has only accepted two people in its history."

Jiang Taiyi shook his head and said: "My so-called 'Guiguzi' identity is just to pass on the skills on behalf of that Taoist friend back then. The Guigu sect can only accept two people, so why did you call me master?"

Zheng'er thought: "Then..."

Jiang Taiyi looked at Zheng'er and said slowly: "You have been in poor health since you were a child. Martial arts and swordsmanship are not a good thing for you. It will only further wear down your life and make you die early, so I have been a teacher for these years." I'm thinking, maybe the swordsmanship of Guigu Sect is not suitable for you, but another more powerful swordsmanship. And I can't teach you this kind of swordsmanship. I can only send you to embark on this path and let you forge it yourself. , to realize.”

Zheng'er said in a daze: "Master, I don't understand."

Jiang Taiyi said: "Then what do you want, do you understand?"

Zheng'er suddenly raised his head and said with firm eyes: "I want to bring a heavy snowfall to this world, covering the mountains and seas, making the vegetation new, so that there will no longer be any differences in colors, and the vast sea will be all the same color."

Jiang Taiyi said softly: "Then this is the swordsmanship that is more suitable for you. You are the son of King Qin, and you are born with the qualifications to practice this swordsmanship. Neither Gai Nie nor Wei Zhuang can do it. Only you can. As long as you master it, then It will be the strongest sword that will surpass Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, and even any swordsman in the world. It represents the entire world and will be in your hands."

Zheng'er knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying: "Disciple understands, I hope master will come when the time comes when I use this sword to sacrifice to heaven."

Jiang Taiyi looked at Gai Nie and said, "Protect him until one day he no longer needs your protection. This is also a kind of practice for you."

Gai Nie nodded:

"As long as I am by Zheng'er's side, no one will cross my path and hurt him."

The six-fingered black man looked over.

Shocked in my heart.

"After the battle last night, this young man unexpectedly entered the innate realm. Such a terrifying talent..."

I heard last night that this boy was already able to fight with Xiantian before he entered Xiantian. Now that he has entered Xiantian, he may not even be afraid of the master.

The key is that he is only fourteen years old now.

What if you reach the age of twenty-four? ?

How powerful it should be.

…………

Parting is always sad, like a chick flying away for the first time.

Jiang Taiyi stood at the door, watching the two children who had grown up beside him sit on the carriage and leave, and the evil spirit in his soul was vaguely refined again.

"Is this mundane love..."

He looked up at the sky, and the feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer.

…

The red leaves and red maples, the wind blowing and the pouring rain, dispersed under the eaves of a palace.

Four corpses, two seriously injured and one maimed.

The corpses and remains of Liujian Slave and Xuanjian lay like this in the main altar of Luowang.

Lu Buwei looked at the corpses, looked in the direction of Zhao Guo, and sighed:

"Brother Jiang, you really shocked Lu..."

Turn around and leave. Before leaving, leave a sentence:

"Get ready to welcome King Qin's son back to the capital."

"Follow the Prime Minister's orders."

Zhao Gaobei, who was dressed in a gorilla robe, tall and tall, and wearing a high crown, walked away from Lu Buwei. When Lu Buwei left, he failed to raise his head, but looked at the corpses of the four sword slaves and Xuanjian on the ground.

Sweat called "shivering" slid down his face.

But he knew that the deaths of several sword slaves in Luo Wang were nothing compared to the shock in Qin today.

Even standing here, I seemed to hear the voice of the noble, cold, and gloomy young man outside the palace:

"Twenty-six generations of descendants of Duke Xiang, the ancestor of the Qin Dynasty."

"The great-great-grandson of King Huiwen, the great ancestor."

"The great-grandson of our great-grandfather, King Zhaoxiang."

"The grandson of our ancestor An Guojun."

"The legitimate son of King Qin."

"Ying Zheng."

"Returning from Handan."

"Sacrifice the spirits of the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty."