Morning clouds, twilight.

The sunlight of the distant sky shines on the main hall of the Taiyin School Palace, Wuji Palace, and is refracted with seven colors.

The Infinite, Boundless, Endless, Infinite, Endless.

It is the ultimate posture of the Tao.

It is also what Li Chunqiu seeks, the supreme realm.

On the Wuji Palace, there is an endless aura that keeps falling, and it slides down the glazed tiles on both sides of the palace, making up for the aura in the entire Taiyin Palace, and the Changtian Waterfall is just that.

In the tall and dignified palace, Li Chunqiu sat quietly on the high platform of white marble, his shoulders were like the sun and the moon hanging in the air, and his majesty was indescribable.

In front of Li Chunqiu is the virtual image in the Zixiao Palace, the virtual image is connected with the pillar of the Wuji Palace, three zhang high, six zhang wide, and slight.

In the picture, Zhao Zheng, who was dressed in black in the Zixiao Palace, stood on the glazed platform and pointed out the country, full of spirit.

Li Chunqiu's desolate eyes were rippling with bright moon and stars, and looking at his apprentice, he couldn't help but show a smile of relief.

Accept apprentices when Qin Shi Huang, and have ambitions like mountains and dragons.

Maybe it's because their children are beautiful no matter how they look at it.

In Li Chunqiu's eyes, Zhao Zheng is perfect.

The discussion of Zixiao Palace is still ongoing.

But when Zhao Zheng slowly said the sentence "Everyone is like a dragon for Zhuxia", Li Chunqiu knew that all the situation was settled.

There is no contention among the hundred schools, and the enemy of the hundred schools is not a person who will step on the throne of the Son of Heaven in the future.

Their opponents are the people of the hundred schools.

It's like beggars don't envy how much the Son of Heaven earns, but they are jealous of the beggars in the neighboring street who earn more than them.

It's inappropriate, but it means the same thing.

Li Chunqiu, who was sitting on the high seat, waved his sleeves slightly, and the picture connected to the main hall in the Wuji Palace slowly disappeared.

Turned into dots of light and scattered in the air.

"Mr. Dan, are you still satisfied with Langhuan Palace?"

Li Chunqiu asked softly, but there were many echoes in the palace.

Sitting under the high platform, Zhao Xicheng, who was dressed in brown and yellow linen, put down the bamboo slip in his hand when he heard this, he had already gone to tie the crown and wore a shawl with long hair.

Like a hermit in the mountains, he can no longer see the authority of the patriarch.

"Back to Mr. Chunqiu, Mr. Tan is very satisfied. ”

Zhao Xicheng's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, and full of respect.

Li Chunqiu nodded when he heard this, seemingly satisfied.

Lao Dan is a wonderful person who oppresses hundreds of schools.

Lao Tzu is like water, only these sharp hundred schools of thought in the water will not be able to roar with long swords.

Li Chunqiu raised his head and looked at the Zixiao Palace in the distance.

"Tomorrow, it's time for the old man of Langhuan Palace to meet his colleagues!"

"My library is not a book-bound official. ”

"He should also be the head of the world. ”

After the words fell, Li Chunqiu turned his gaze to Zhao Xicheng, who was dressed in sackcloth.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

In the past, the clan was old, and today it is a knife and pen customer.

Is it bitter?

He couldn't help but ask with emotion.

"Zhao Xicheng, can you regret it now?"

Zhao Xicheng did not move, and the long wind blew his pale hair.

"No regrets!"

People are born with their own beliefs, and Zhao Xicheng's belief is: born without regrets!

In his heart, all regrets are a man's shame.

Therefore, if you do it, you will not regret it, it will be wrong, and you must be wrong to the end.

"It's kind of interesting!"

The indifferent voice echoed throughout the palace.

Li Chunqiu didn't comment on it, but just took out three scrolls from his side and threw them away.

The scroll seemed to be pulled by an invisible silk thread, and gently fell from the air into the hands of Zhao Xicheng, who was dressed in sackcloth.

Zhao Xicheng quietly glanced at the bamboo slip in his hand, and saw that it read: "Industrial Volume, Deleted Version", "Agricultural Volume, Deleted Version", and "Medical Volume: Deleted Version".

This is a secret scroll carved out of Zhao Xicheng's seal in the past, and the secret technique of the book, why did he give it to him today?

Zhao Xicheng looked puzzled.

"What do you mean by the immortals?"

On the high platform, Li Chunqiu closed his eyes.

"This thing, after today's discussion, will be handed over to Zhao Zheng. ”

"Tell him to hand it over to his father, Zhao Zheng intends to sweep the world, as his master, I have to lay a foundation for him. ”

"And the bamboo slips are too cumbersome after all, and the papermaking technique should also be present. ”

"Xie Xianren!"

Zhao Xicheng bowed.

Even if he lost his identity as the patriarch of the Qin State, what he lost was only his identity.

He is still from Qin, and he is still Zhao Xicheng.

still has a heart that hopes that Daqin will be strong.

"Thank you, not for you. ”

Li Chunqiu glanced at Zhao Xicheng.

"Of course, you can't give it for nothing, let that guy Zichu take a pound of good jade and send it. ”

"There are gains and losses in everything, and no one can get a bargain out of thin air. ”

"No!"

Zhao Xicheng bowed.

That's a huge bargain.

Jade is always valuable.

Agriculture, medicine, and industry, these three volumes can be changed.

To be precise, all the books in Langhuan Palace are not easy to win and are important treasures of the country.

Whoever gets it in the world can go in and out.

If it is a country, it can take one-twelfth of the tenth, and the four seas should be subdued.

Zhao Xicheng looked at the bamboo slip in his hand, and secretly said in his heart: Qin has Zhao Zheng, and he should be happy.

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In the Zixiao Palace next to the Wuji Palace.

The argument is still continuing, but the focus is not on Zhao Zheng.

Everyone is subject to Zhao Zheng's humane theory, and tacitly acknowledges that the way of a hundred schools of thought is covered.

The controversy is no longer on it.

Zhao Zheng quietly watched the people in front of him debating.

What he didn't expect was that he talked about it himself, and there were no waves.

On the contrary, the debate between the sons, from humanities, national politics to human nature, this group of well-mannered people, if Zhao Zheng did not sit on the high platform, I am afraid that many people would have to turn the literary fight into a martial fight.

In this era, we are talking about hundreds of schools of thought, and we are talking about swords, guns, and sticks.

Confucianism has six arts, ink has rangers, Taoism has swordsmen, and no one in the Warring States is martial.

did not become a full martial artist, but also gave Zhao Zheng face.

In the Taiyin School Palace, after the eighth drum sounded in the Zixiao Palace, everyone slowly got up.

Zou Yan sighed and said:

"Such a grand scene, but it's a pity that the Legalists and soldiers have not arrived. ”

As soon as the words fell, a hoarse voice sounded.

"When will we not come?"

The two stone sculptures seated beside the Montessori brothers stood up.

The stone sculpture on the left side of the armor looked around at everyone around, and in his deep eyes, everyone seemed to see thousands of troops.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't expect that the stone statue sitting in the Zixiao Palace could be spoken.

"I am white, or can I be worthy of the words of a soldier?"

Is this Wu Anjun who is rumored to be resurrected by the Spring and Autumn Immortals?

The crowd was speechless for a moment.

Only Xunzi, who had already seen Bai Qi, said softly:

"General soldiers, it is difficult to have two people in a thousand years, it can be called!"

Then Xunzi turned his head and looked at the people beside him:

"Who is this?"

Compared with the slightly weaker elegant stone statue of Bai Qi, he arched his hand to everyone and said:

"A certain martingale!"

"Shangjun?"

The crowd was in an uproar again.

"I may be called a Legalist. ”

"Shang Jun naturally can. ”

Xunzi only smiled bitterly, every time he thought of that immortal who had resurrected Shang Jun.

"Tomorrow, you are going to meet the master of the Taiyin Academy, so get ready!"

Bai Qi finished his words and walked towards the outside of Zixiao Palace.

Everyone looked at his figure with a lot of thoughts.

Wu Anjun and Shang Jun both resurrected to assist the young son of heaven.

Six countries are still playing!