How many people in the world can touch immortality?

And how many people are not willing to die of decay?

Zhao Xicheng, who was already mottled, knew that there must be countless people here, who had been annihilated in the flood of history since ancient times, leaving no trace.

And what everyone covets is the words carved in his hands.

Brushing the handwriting in his hand, Zhao Xicheng can now touch this supreme secret that many people can't see.

What exactly did that immortal want to do?

Zhao Xicheng couldn't guess.

He could only silently do the work of seal carving.

In the courtyard, in the mist, Zhao Xicheng put down the pen tube, picked up the knife and pen, and carved it out on top of the existing words.

Little by little sawdust rose and fell, one after another.

One seal after another appeared on the bamboo slips.

And beside Zhao Xicheng, Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in silk black, was carefully studying the acupuncture points on the top of the wooden skull in his hand, and he still had words in his mouth.

"Baihui Acupoint, Houding Acupoint, Fengmen Acupoint, Dumb Gate Acupoint, Wangu Acupoint, Fengchi Acupoint, Tianzhu Acupoint, ........."

On Zhao Zheng's right hand, Meng Tian stood beside Zhao Zheng and carefully looked at the acupuncture points on the wooden man's chest and abdomen, constantly remembering it in his heart.

"Tiantu Acupoint, Tanzhong Acupoint, Dove Tail Acupoint, Juque Acupoint, ......"

Meng Yi was standing on the other side, carrying the acupuncture points behind the wooden man.

"Da Shi Acupoint, Tao Dao Acupoint, Body Pillar Acupoint, Shinto Acupoint, ........."

The so-called scholars, if they have ambitions, they will not be discouraged from learning.

Although the three of them are young, they are all ambitious people, not unambitious, and they don't need to be supervised by others.

Zhao Xicheng, who was sitting under the weeping willows, was carving words on the bamboo slips while looking at the three teenagers in front of him.

Today's people study, and the people of the past seek also.

If he guessed correctly, the young man in the middle was the grandson of his nephew, and he was also the person who was in charge of the great Qin national fortune asserted by the immortals.

Zhao Zhengke didn't know that the old man in front of him would be twice as big as his great-grandfather, and his mind was now all on the wooden figure in his hand.

At the beginning of monasticism, the slightest deviation is enough to kill you.

He didn't dare to take it lightly.

Looking at Zhao Zheng's focused expression, Zhao Xicheng couldn't help but praise: There is the legacy of the Qin royal family.

Elders always look at their juniors, the more pleasing they become.

This is called a treasure in his house.

Carving the last word on the bamboo slip, Zhao Xicheng stood up, sorted out the scattered sawdust on his body, and walked to Zhao Zheng's side.

"Boy, hard learning is better than wisdom. ”

Zhao Xicheng's voice was hoarse, with a sense of vicissitudes of time.

The three people who were wrestling with the wooden man raised their heads when they heard the sound, but saw that the old man who was still writing just now had already walked to their side.

Zhao Zheng looked at the old man with a trace of intimacy in his heart, and he bowed and said:

"Dare to ask what is wisdom, sir?"

The sleeves of the teenagers, the students are diligent.

Zhao Xicheng took his hand behind him and said:

"Wise scholars, one-third of mechanics is ten points of merit, and half the work is twice the result. ”

"Ask for advice. ”

"The three of you put the pen on the bamboo slips, painted the appearance of the wooden man, and wrote ten times more than the strong memory. ”

Zhao Xicheng took out the pen tube, spread out the bamboo slip, and put the pen down.

Casually drew a picture of the front of the wooden figure, and then dotted it with a thin pen, and then drew the name of the acupuncture point.

"Familiar and able to memorize. ”

Zhao Zheng and the three of them looked over.

The place where the pen is written is lifelike and very subtle.

I'm afraid that no one would have thought that a generation of clan elders would have such a wonderful pen.

"Kid teachable!"

Zhao Zheng also took the bamboo slips and pen tubes, and sketched them on the bamboo slips with the Montessori brothers.

The immortals preach, and the avenue is free to be absorbed by those who sit down.

But Zhao Xicheng naturally wanted his juniors to learn more.

In the courtyard, one side of the people bowed to learn.

In the mist on the other side of the courtyard, Li Chunqiu, who was dressed in white and had short hair, looked faintly at the drifting clouds and mist in the distance.

All the clouds and mist were in all directions of this courtyard, and there was not the slightest spillage.

It's like there's an invisible wall in the void, blocking everything.

"It seems that my idea can be put into practice. ”

Li Chunqiu looked at the clouds and mist in the distance and said lightly.

Since Reiki is still subject to gravity, irrigation is feasible.

Let's start with this Xianyang!

He, Li Chunqiu, wants to build the world's first earth-level immortal city.

After a little thought, Li Chunqiu's voice resounded in the courtyard.

"Chang Wei, come to see me. ”

Li Chunqiu's voice spread throughout the courtyard.

And the servants are already surprised by this.

As domestic servants, everyone tried their best to leave an impression in front of the head of the family, but the head of the family was an immortal, and it was difficult for everything to leave the slightest reflection in his eyes.

Only Chang Wei was given a name by the immortal.

Everyone was also envious.

Soon Chang Wei appeared in front of Li Chunqiu.

Li Chunqiu pointed to the courtyard and said:

"Take down the bamboo slips from the four sides of the courtyard and stand on the four sides of the mansion. ”

"No!"

Chang Wei bowed, and then slowly retreated.

The so-called retainers can figure out everything, but they must not ask.

Chang Wei has long been familiar with it.

He soon sent ten strong men up the wall and away from the bamboo slips.

At the moment when the bamboo slips were taken down, it was as if some invisible wall had collapsed in an instant.

In the courtyard where Li Chunqiu sat for a long time, it was like a bursting, and endless mist poured out.

In Xianyang City, endless fog swept out.

But in an instant, on the side of the ancient road in Xianyang City, ten miles of grass are like spring.

Countless birds and birds tossed and turned.

Chang Wei was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly sped up his speed, so that people hung the bamboo slips in all directions of the mansion.

At the moment when the bamboo slips are hung, the whole courtyard seems to have new supports, and the fog is slowly suppressed in them.

At this time, Li Chunqiu flicked his fingers, and in the world of Lingtai, the light blue streamer on the stone tablet that penetrated the sky and the earth turned.

Above the courtyard, a one-zhang wide wormhole appeared on top of it, and endless mist poured out of the wormhole.

After a while, the entire mansion was like a cloud of mist in the fairy palace mansion.

The aura soaked the bodies of all the domestic servants, and people suddenly felt tired.

Everyone above the immortal's mansion knew that the mist in the immortal's courtyard could make people disappear.

Originally, this was only in the courtyard of the immortals, and I didn't think they could enjoy such treatment.

A faint mist overflowed along the eaves of Li Chunqiu's mansion, like a kind of overflowing water from a swimming pool.

The mist that overflowed from the eaves spread through the ancient road of Xianyang and brushed the green silk on the ground.

Where the fog is filled, whether it is Qianshou Buyi or the prince of the prince in Xianyang, they all feel light.

A faint white mist passed through the city gate of Xianyang and drifted away in all directions.

It's not just the fog that drifts away, it's the foundation of a turbulent world.

"Immortal Qin, let's start with this Xianyang City. ”

Deep in the fog of the courtyard, Li Chunqiu whispered to himself.