On the day of early autumn, the long wind is gradually rising,

Ten miles long street, countless black robes were blown by the long wind.

In the crowd, Bai Qi, who was cold to the bone, looked at Lu Buwei in front of him, and the body of the stone statue seemed to set off Bai Qi even more with the courage of a soldier in the world.

"Thou art a merchant who saved strangers in distress in the past. ”

Bai Qi said lightly.

"It's the villain. ”

Lü Buwei had met Wu Anjun.

In the past, when he fled from Zhao State with his son-in-law Chu, he met Wu Anjun, who was secretly replaced by Qin State to take charge of the Qin army, because of a coincidence.

Lü Buwei sighed at the time: Wu Anjun holds the armor, Zhao will be defeated, and the country will be destroyed overnight.

However, he never thought that the Zhao State was indeed defeated, but he never died, but not long after the Battle of Changping, Wu Anjun was given to death by the king.

Fate is unpredictable, nothing more than this.

"You're good!"

Bai Qi smiled, then gently patted Lu Buwei's shoulder and said.

Lü Buwei was photographed stumbling.

Bai Qi shook his head, then turned to leave.

In Xianyang City, what should be seen has been finished.

It was also time for him to see how the great world that the immortal said was laid out.

Seeing Wu Anjun coming, the people on both sides of the street slowly made way for him.

A soldier who had served in the military and fought under Bai Qi looked at the stone statue in front of him with a complicated face, and finally bowed to the end:

"Welcome Wu Anjun back to Qin!"

It was like a little fireworks lit in the darkness of the night, and then sporadic sounds rang out from the crowd, and one soldier fell down.

"Welcome Wu Anjun back to Qin!"

Bai Qi walked out step by step, and everyone on both sides of the blue mud slate bowed down one by one.

"Welcome Wu Anjun back to Qin!"

The voices of the crowd grew louder and louder.

Along the main road of Xianyang City, it passes from south to north.

The sound is like a tide, and wave after wave overshadows the wave.

It's like the ups and downs of the waves, and after all, the layers are stacked into endless waves.

The entire city of Xianyang was caught in the big waves.

And the people who bowed down also went from the soldiers to the people, and rows of people bowed down.

Countless nobles walked out of their mansions when they heard the voice.

Zichu and King Qin were no exception.

"He's finally back!"

King Qin sighed and said.

"Father, is the son wrong?"

Zi Chu looked into the distance a little confused, Bai Qi's power far exceeded his imagination.

A man who has been dead for six years is still so powerful.

King Qin's face became solemn.

"Zichu, I want you to remember: your king is also, the king is not wrong. ”

"The king is not wrong?"

Zi Chu muttered to himself.

"There is nothing wrong with a king, and he must not be wrong!"

Throwing down this sentence, King Qin's gaze looked into the distance, where the voice of the person shook the sky.

Wu Anjun is finally back.

As the son of the year, only he knows why his father killed Bai Qi back then.

The reason why his father killed Bai Qi was because he was afraid that he would not be able to control Bai Qi.

Therefore, even if you don't attack Handan, you have to kill Bai Qi.

In the affairs of the military state, internal worries are far more important than external troubles.

King Qin looked into the distance, his lips lightly opened but he didn't make a sound.

Wu Anjun, the King of Qin has failed you, but the Qin people have not failed you.

Daqin, it's still your home.

In Xianyang City, the leaves and weeds trembled with the call of everyone.

After all, the people of Great Qin have not forgotten this god of war of Great Qin.

Ten miles long street.

For a moment, Bai Qi had an illusion that he seemed to have returned to the era of his southern conquest and northern war.

He returned triumphantly, and the king of Qin went out of the city for ten miles to greet him, and the people of Qin greeted him on the road.

It's just that they shouted "Great Qin Wansheng", and now they are shouting "Welcome Wu Anjun to Qin".

Bai Qi looked at the people who bowed down on both sides, and his heart was like a tide.

He suddenly smiled.

"Daqin has finally returned, and he has never forgotten my white rise. ”

"Your Majesty, Great Qin will not forget us, whether we die or not. ”

"Perhaps when I return, it will be the mercy of the heavens, and I will do all the things I have not done. ”

In the midst of all the people, in the long wind, Bai Qi stepped into the distance, just as he came triumphantly.

The generals are not old, and the martyrs are not twilight.

Heroes do not grow old in people's hearts.

On the blue mud stone slab, Chang Wei silently followed behind him, respectfully accepting the worship of all the people, trembling.

He slowly took a few steps behind Wu Anjun.

The glory of this moment only belongs to the person in front of you.

"In the hearts of the Qin people, no matter how many people in the world are named Wu Anjun, there is only one Great Qin. ”

Lu Buwei watched Wu Anjun get up and go away.

He is a great minister, and his merits are high.

The name goes down in history, and it is also in the hearts of everyone.

With his fierce military exploits, this Wu Anjun has achieved what many people want to do but can't.

If no immortal had come into the world, this would have been his life's desire.

"When Nai changed his ambitions, Wu Lu Buwei has always asked for it, and he is no longer a secular duke. ”

Since he, Lu Buwei, had the opportunity to pursue that chance of immortality, he always had to try.

Although he may not be able to be the Yellow Emperor of the Dragon Ascension, it is also excellent to be able to ascend to heaven.

Lu Buwei smiled, and he looked at the battle armor in the distance.

"But I don't want to respect Wu Anjun at this time. ”

At the end of the long street, Lü Buwei bowed down.

"Welcome Wu Anjun back to Qin!"

"Welcome Wu Anjun back to Qin!"

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Over and over again, and over again.

In the entire Xianyang City, the voices of people are like thunder, and the city walls seem to shake with the voices of people.

Bai Qi walked away step by step.

The more he walked, the more solid he became, and in addition to his descendants, he suddenly found that he had a new guard.

He took the soldiers who guarded Daqin in white and swore an oath with a long sword.

In the distance, above Li Chunqiu's mansion, Zhao Zheng had already finished reading the three volumes of sword books, and at this time he was no longer reading the scrolls.

And Zhao Xicheng also put down the knife and pen.

The entire courtyard was also drowned by the sound of mountains and seas.

Under the sound, Da Bai hid in with his daughter-in-law Erbai and son Bai Geng.

As a beast that lives in the mountains and wilderness, Dabai doesn't know what else can make this kind of sound other than an earthquake.

Could it be an earthquake?

In the middle of the wave, Zhao Xicheng couldn't help but speak:

"Wu Anjun, that's the case with men. ”

Who doesn't want to be on the battlefield and become famous.

But there is only one Wu Anjun in the world.

Zhao Zheng was also uneasy in his heart, and he looked up at Li Chunqiu.

"Master, can Wu Anjun get along with Great Qin?"

On the stone platform, Li Chunqiu was still walking like a dragon, and when he heard Zhao Zheng's question, he smiled and said:

"Before today, there may be this possibility, after today, Wu Anjun will be the Wu Anjun of Great Qin. ”

"Master, what do you mean?"

"Life in the world, there must be something to seek, at this moment, the cloth of the Great Qin, the soldiers of the Great Qin, the soldiers, will be asked for by Bai Qi. ”

"It should be a sword as a wall, and guard the Great Qin for eternity. ”

Zhao Zheng was stunned and muttered to himself: "It should use the sword as the wall and guard the Great Qin for eternity?"

Zhao Zheng raised his head and looked at the place where the voice came from.

"This Wu Anjun also. ”

At this time, Li Chunqiu had just finished writing the final inscription of the "Martial Classics": those cast by the scriptures have millions of soldiers;