Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Master, we're here!"

Outside Xianyang City, a young man in a soap-white robe, holding an umbrella in his hand, followed behind the carriage with a very solemn expression.

"Oh! I'm here?"

In the carriage, Wang Xuebin, who was writing something seriously, came to his senses when he heard Zhao Zheng's words.

"call!"

Wang Xuebin got off the carriage and let out a long sigh. He felt a little reluctant to leave easily and felt a little bit of reluctance. His feelings were quite subtle.

"I'm here... Let's go, enter the palace!"

As he said that, his long sleeves flapped, and the carriage disappeared instantly.

The old horse who had been with Wang Xuebin for many years felt a slight sniff, and his temples were squirting, splashing water stains on him.

"Wow, how old, you're still so naughty!"

Wang Xuebin patted its head gently and smiled dotingly.

The ancestors of Qin were originally horsemen who raised horses for the Zhou emperor. In addition, Qin was located in the northwest, so the quality of the horses in Qin was the best in the six countries.

Wang Xuebin's horse was presented to King Zhaoxiang of Qin back then, and it was the best breed after the King of Qin.

A pure black dress, like black satin, without a trace of miscellaneous hair, a strong figure, tall and powerful, although the speed is not top-notch, but the temperament and endurance are among the best

"I'm leaving. Let's go to the city to give you some good food and reward you!"

After saying that, Wang Xuebin didn't hold the horse, and walked forward with his hands on his back.

The dark horse was extremely spiritual and did not run around. Behind Wang Xuebin, he followed the city step by step.

Only Zhao Zheng saw his master using a magic trick in public, he looked around carefully, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he felt relieved.

"Why are you standing there? Let's go?"

"Oh. Come on!"

Zhao Zhengying said with a word and hurriedly followed.

"Master, where are we going first?"

"Go to the palace, go by yourself, be alert, don't be fooled!"

Wang Xuebin's voice was not loud, but it caused huge waves in Zhao Zheng's heart.

"Teacher...Master, what about you..."

Wang Xuebin heard the wrong tone of Zhao Zheng, stopped, turned his head slightly, and said lightly:

"I have something to discuss with Wen Xinhou to discuss the direction of Qin's reform and see if this person can be appointed.

If you can, this person will be a sharp blade in your hand. If you can't, I will send him to see the King of Qin to clear obstacles in the court for you.

I will accompany you to finish this ceremony of ascension. After the ceremony of ascension, everything will be left to you!

You must always remember to do your best to make plans for the world, for the people, for the Chinese, and for the people. Don’t let down the expectations of the people in the world for you!”

“Master~”

Zhao Zheng could not stop crying as he listened to his master's words.

It has been three years since he left Zhao State, he did not cry when he left his mother, he did not cry when he was scolded by his master, and he did not cry when he was injured on the battlefield.

Until this moment, when he heard the master really say that he was leaving, the grievances in his heart could no longer be suppressed and he cried out.

"Go, don't be this little daughter's posture. Be stronger, your road is still long!"

"Yes!" Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth, wiped his tears hard, and said solemnly:

"Master...Don't worry..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Zheng couldn't help but swallow it even more.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin sighed slightly and said softly:

"Go, don't look back, this is a path where glory and thorns coexist.

I believe that you will get out of your style and create a legend that belongs to you.

At that time, Master can also show off your deeds and proudly introduce you to others that this is my Wang Guanlan’s apprentice, so that he can also benefit from your honor!"

Zhao Zheng nodded fiercely when he heard this, but said nothing.

He bowed to the ground with both hands, and bowed to the ground with a thud. He kowtowed three times regardless of the mud and water all over the ground, got up and looked at the master deeply, turned around and left firmly.

The heavy rain had just stopped, and rays of sunshine spread on his body, and spots shone on his white robe, making the whole figure look very majestic.

"Leave..."

Wang Xuebin sighed lightly and snapped his fingers silently.

Zhao Zheng's clothes in front of him instantly became dry and clean, and all the mud and blood stains disappeared without a trace.

After doing all this, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly and walked towards the Wenxin Hou Mansion with Xiao Hei.

Zhao Zheng, who was walking towards the palace silently, suddenly felt something strange on his body. He raised his hand and looked at it, tightened his fist, and continued to walk forward without turning back.

He didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that once he turned around, he would no longer have the courage to walk on his own.

In front of the palace, Zhao Zheng was wearing a white filial piety dress and a white filial piety belt. He was alone and looked sad.

Zhao Zhengjiu stayed in Hangu and rarely returned to Xianyang. When the palace guards saw this person standing at the gate of the palace, they were very alert.

The leader took a step forward, held the hilt of the sword, looked at him with a serious expression, and drove him out loud:

"Who is this? This is the important place of the royal palace. Idle people are not allowed to stay and leave quickly!"

When Zhao Zheng heard this, his dim expression disappeared without a trace. He raised his head and looked at the palace guards coldly, his voice very indifferently.

"Gu is the descendant of the 26th generation of the ancestor Duke Xiang, the great-grandson of King Huiwen, the great-grandson of King Zhaoxiang, the grandson of King Xiaowen, the prince of Qin, the Zhao clan of Ying, and the son Zheng, you dare to stop Gu?"

When Gong Jin heard this, his body was shocked. He looked at the person in disbelief, bowed his hands and said respectfully:

"Please show your body letter to check. Please forgive me if you have the responsibility!"

Zhao Zheng didn't comment when he heard this. He took off the jade-like post from his waist, threw it over, and said without hesitation:

"This is a letter of solitary body. Please give me some advice!"

Gong Jin took the post in a hurry, carefully examined it, and then took out a jade talisman from his arms to match it.

The two jade pendants are tightly matched together, and they are not bad at all.

Seeing this, Gong Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly presented his hands with his upper body, bowed respectfully, and said loudly:

"The inspection is correct, the young master is polite!"

Hearing this title, Zhao Zheng glanced at him lightly, nodded slightly, and walked into the palace.

In the palace, a group of Ying clans gathered in the mourning hall, and the atmosphere was quite solemn.

......

Wenxin Hou Mansion, Wang Xuebin, who was alone in a horse, came here like a walk. Seeing the gate being closed tightly, he didn't care. He looked at the gate and said softly:

"Would Marquis Wen Xin be here? Wang Guanlan is here to visit, please come and see him!"

The sound passed through the gate, leaped through the wide courtyard, passed through layers of barriers, and rang directly in Lu Buwei's ears.

When Lu Buwei heard the sound, he was shocked and quickly got up and looked around to find where the sound came from.

Wang Xuebin seemed to notice Lu Buwei's panic and immediately spoke and comforted:

"Don't be afraid of the Lord. Wang is now using a strange technique of sending voices from thousands of miles away from the Lord's Mansion. Please forgive me if you take the liberty to visit!"

When Lu Buwei heard this, he felt a little relieved when he felt panic. He bowed out of thin air with his hands and said sincerely:

"It is Wei's honor to visit there, and how can he be a presumptuous statement?"

Outside the mansion, when Wang Xuebin heard what Lu Buwei said, he smiled meaninglessly and replied softly:

"Haha, Wang is here outside the mansion, and I hope that Marquis Wen will see him!"

When Lu Buwei heard this, he nodded quickly and said:

"I'm rude, I'm rude. I didn't expect that Mr. will come. I'm welcome. I hope Mr. forgives me!"

Lu Buwei said, jogging towards the mansion gate, while running, he also called his servants to prepare refreshments and fruits and vegetables for guests.

The door opened, and Lu Buwei ran out barefoot. He saw a man and a horse outside the door. He took two steps forward regardless of the wet ground, bowed to the ground, and cried with a sad face and wailed sadly:

"Sir, you made Wei wait so hard!"