The night is over.

The overflowing wind is dispelled by the newborn morning sun.

The mottled walls of the ancient city are warm again.

In the courtyard, Bai Qi and Sima Jin sat in the corner, gathering endless yin energy.

On top of the stone statue, a faint layer of cold mist has condensed.

On the side of the stone platform, Zhao Xicheng picked up the pen and engraved the book in his hand, and looked at the figure of Wu Anjun with his spare eyes.

Wu Anjun really came back to life.

Although, Mr. Chunqiu said that he was only half alive.

But Zhao Xicheng looked at it, and it was clear that it was not much different from being alive.

Even because he is the body of a stone man, the stone man is tireless and infinitely powerful, and Mr. Chunqiu gave him the method of cultivation, Wu Anjun will inevitably be better than in the past.

"What are the pros and cons of this for Daqin?"

Zhao Xicheng had mixed emotions in his heart.

On the stone platform, Li Chunqiu continued to put his pen on the bamboo slips, sketching wantonly.

In the thousands of years of memory he had obtained, there were 129,600 methods of non-streamed cultivation, and it was impossible for him to write them all down, only to record them interestingly.

As for the side details, there are even more swords and fists.

What Li Chunqiu is now writing is the "Martial Classics", the general outline of the two schools of martial arts in the world compiled by the Second Dynasty with the power of one dynasty.

"The Book of Martial Arts" summarizes the world's martial arts and techniques, and lists various weapons and Taoism.

This is a complete classic in Li Chunqiu's memory.

In the process of Li Chunqiu's writing, Zhao Zheng and the Montessori brothers walked in.

Compared with the Montessori brothers, Zhao Zheng's face was much paler, but he still had a smile on his face.

Because he succeeded.

His sword of the Son of Heaven has found its charm.

When he held the sword yesterday, he really found the feeling of "swinging the sword to break the clouds, and the princes will come to the west".

"Meet the Master!"

"Meet the sir!"

The ink pen in Li Chunqiu's hand did not stop, and he said lightly:

"Meng Tian, Meng Yi, the way of the sword has not been completed, and today I continue to go out of the city to practice swords. ”

"No!"

The Montessori brothers bowed, then immediately turned and left.

Seeing the power of Zhao Zheng's sword yesterday, they became more attentive to sword practice.

In the courtyard, only Zhao Zheng was left.

Li Chunqiu glanced at Zhao Zheng, and then said:

"Zhao Zheng, step forward. ”

Zhao Zheng took a step forward when he heard this.

Li Chunqiu's right hand was dipped in ink, and his left hand pointed to the tired book on his side and said:

"Today, you need to read all the thirty-six volumes of the sword book. ”

"Your sword path has first glimpsed the door, but you need to dabble in a hundred swordsmanship before you can go to the next level. ”

"Students obey!"

Zhao Zheng walked over to the wall-like book and sat down, only then did he notice that there were two stone statues standing next to him, and a cold wind blew out from the stone statues, disturbing the fog in the courtyard.

Is that?

Zhao Zheng was stunned, and he glanced at his master suspiciously.

After seeing that Shizun did not react, he slowly picked up a scroll from the pile of scrolls, and he glanced at the title engraved on the scrolls.

"Feng Yu Sword Codex!"

Zhao Zheng stretched out the bamboo slip and read it.

But Zhao Zheng and Zhao Xicheng were the same, looking at the work in their hands while looking at the two stone statues in the distance.

The sound of the wind surging above the stone statue.

The sound of carving seals with knives and pens and bamboo slips.

The sound of writing between a simple brush and a book.

There is also the sound of the flipping of the book.

For a long time, the courtyard was quiet and not noisy.

Until, Bai Qi slowly opened his eyes again, and a wave of air overflowed, disturbing the silence in the courtyard.

The momentum around him became more and more condensed, and the yin qi was bursting.

On the already mighty stone body, the cold air is entangled.

Standing up slowly, Bai Qi bowed to Li Chunqiu and said, "Mr. Chunqiu, the years have no trace, get up, I want to see Xianyang City." ”

Li Chunqiu kept clumsy in his hand, just glanced at him.

"Chang Wei!"

As Li Chunqiu's voice slowly sounded, Chang Wei, who was dressed in a sackcloth robe, walked in.

Li Chunqiu's hand, which had never held a pen, was gently raised, pointing to the stone statue and said:

"Take Wu'an Jun to view Xianyang City!"

Wu Anjun?

Chang Wei's heart jumped, and he turned his head to look at the stone statue.

And Zhao Zheng also raised his head suddenly.

There is only one Wu Anjun of Great Qin - Bai Qi.

Li Chunqiu took a light breath and dipped the ink again.

"Life and death, the past is gone, and grievances can no longer be found. ”

"Up, know!"

Bow down to the stone statue.

"Go ahead!"

Li Chunqiu began to write again.

At this time, Chang Wei on the side of the stone statue made a gesture of please.

Bai Qi carried the clouds in the courtyard and walked out of the courtyard.

The sun shone on his body.

The iron armor is still the same, and the killing god is not old.

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The wind blew through the streets of the ancient city.

Bai Qi walked on the main road of Xianyang City with Chang Wei, and the cloth clothes on both sides watched from afar.

Chang Wei, the head of the servants of the Immortal Mansion, brought out another stone man.

However, it seems that this stone man is much smaller than the nine stone men in the west of Xianyang City.

Bai Qi completely ignored everyone's gaze, and he landed on the street he was familiar with step by step.

In the past, every time he returned from a victorious battle, the King of Qin would welcome him back on this avenue.

But now the King of Qin has been lost.

Looking up, picking up the flowers at sunset, it is really a thing or a person.

"King Qin has died?"

Bai Qi's voice was hoarse and majestic.

"It's been almost two months. ”

"It is difficult to succeed in a career, it is difficult to get virtuous, it is difficult to use it, it is difficult to use it, it is difficult to use it, it is difficult to let it go. ”

"Your Majesty, if it was the Battle of Changping in the past, you would never hesitate, and the world would be the same. ”

Bai Qi shook his head, and then walked towards his own Bai Mansion.

Walking through the bluestones in Xianyang City, Bai Qi and Chang Wei slowly walked in front of Baifu.

At this time, Chang Wei could basically be sure that the person beside him must be Wu Anjun.

The trees are falling and scattered, and the mansion of the former Great Qin God of War is no longer as prosperous as it used to be.

Bai Qi stood in front of the mansion and stopped for a long time before he slowly spoke:

"My descendants, how?"

"Although the monarch has passed away, Daqin has not embarrassed the descendants of the monarch. ”

"That's it, what can I do about it?"

Wu Anjun shook his head.

"It's better not to be!"

At this time, there was a voice of surprise beside him.

"Dare to ask, the foot is the majesty of Wu'anjun. ”

Wu Anjun?

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar.

This stone man is Wu Anjun?

Bai Qi slowly turned around and glanced at the visitor in front of him: "Who are you?"

"The villain Lu Buwei, who used to have a relationship with the king, is now the teacher of the son. ”

Lü Buwei bowed his head.

This worship is not only to worship Wu Anjun in the past, but also to worship Wu Anjun who is now arguing with the Spring and Autumn Immortals.

Coming back to life is really not a lie.

That immortal could really do it.

"Is it really Wu Anjun?"

The crowd on both sides of the street was stunned.

Wu Anjun lived.

Can the monarchs of the six countries still live on the couch?