It's dawning again.

In the early morning breeze, the noble carriages and horses of the Prince's Mansion drove over the burned stone slabs on the streets of Xianyang again.

The neighing of horses and the squeaking of wheels make for a unique set of music in the quiet morning.

Zhao Zheng, dressed in black, sat in the middle of the car and gently stroked the bronze box in his arms.

The bronze box in his arms is engraved with the image of a bird, which is not available to the prince and noble, and it is full of atmosphere.

Inside the bronze box is Shang Jun's book slips, all of which were written by Shang Jun himself.

These books are all unique items that Zi Chu turned out from the royal family's collection.

Zhao Zheng, who cherished the bronze treasure chest in his hand as if he was cherishing a treasure, turned his head sideways and asked Meng Tian beside him.

"Meng Tian, what kind of person should Shang Jun be?"

Meng Tian, who was holding Wu Anjun's white sword and wiping it repeatedly, was smirking at this time, and after hearing Zhao Zheng's inquiry,

Meng Tian carefully placed the sword in his hand on his knees, and after making sure that he would not fall, he raised his head and said:

"I have heard people say: Qin is also prosperous in Shangjun, and it is also hegemonic in Shangjun. ”

"The Law of Qin has been passed down for a hundred years, and if Great Qin is immortal for a day, Shang Jun will not die for a day. ”

"It is the ancestor of Qin Law and will be passed on for eternity. ”

After speaking, Meng Tian gently touched Wu Anjun's saber again, and asked softly:

"Wang Sun, you said that I can see Wu Anjun?"

Meng Tian's eyes were full of admiration and yearning.

Wu Anjun, this is the title that all those who are interested in military generals in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period are most looking forward to.

In the Qin State, Bai Qi gave it a unique meaning with his record of 37 years without a single defeat.

To Wu'an in the world, is for Wu'an.

There are a few Great Qin soldiers who don't want to see this god of war.

Thinking that he might be about to meet Wu Anjun, Meng Tian couldn't help but be excited in his heart.

"See Wu Anjun?"

In Zhao Zheng's mind, the figure of his master sitting on the stone platform like a god and demon appeared.

If the master wants to do it, he can naturally do it.

In his eyes, his master should be omnipotent.

"Nothing to do!"

"Is that okay?"

After receiving an affirmative answer from Zhao Zheng's mouth, Meng Tian, who had always been steady, suddenly became a little uneasy.

"Seeing Wu Anjun, I am a little timid. ”

At this time, Meng Tian saw Meng Yi sitting opposite him.

"Meng Yi, why aren't you moved?"

"If that's not the case, but you can't put it down, I can't grab it!"

Meng Yi shook his head and waved his hand helplessly.

One is the eldest brother and the other is the grandson of the king.

Who can he rob?

Seeing Meng Tian pretending to be pitiful, Zhao Zheng and Meng Tian looked at each other and smiled, and then Zhao Zheng asked:

"Meng Tian, Shang Jun and Wu Anjun, who do you look at?"

"All dragons and phoenixes are also, how can they be evaluated as fish and shrimp?"

"Master, if you know that you boast of being a fish and shrimp, I am afraid that you will never be able to listen to the class again in the future. ”

"Don't scare me. ”

Meng Yi made his own expression of fear.

Then all three burst into laughter at the same time.

At the laughter of several teenagers chasing idols, the carriage and horses went farther and farther.

Teenagers should be determined, and those who are determined to live up to the grace of teenagers.

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In the midst of the mist-shrouded courtyard.

Li Chunqiu was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform at this time, writing the Taoist scriptures of cultivation.

With the brush in his hand, the ink is swaying freely on the bamboo slips.

Li Chunqiu put down his pen quickly, and after a while, he finished writing a volume of slips, and then put the bamboo slips on his side.

As far as the eye can see, the stone platform is almost covered with books.

On the side of the stone platform, Zhao Xicheng took out new bamboo slips from time to time and carved them with a knife and pen.

On these bamboo slips, all of them are written about the method of cultivation, some of which are profound, and some of which are superficial.

Compared with Li Chunqiu's professor Zhao Zheng, it is much more obvious.

Just after Li Chunqiu finished writing another roll of bamboo slips, Zhao Zheng and the three walked in.

"Meet the Master!"

"Sit. ”

Li Chunqiu said lightly, and then slowly put the book that he had just finished writing on his side.

"No!"

After the three of them sat down, Zhao Zheng and Meng Yi stepped forward and presented the bronze box and long sword.

"Master, this is the book of Shang Jun. ”

"Sir, this is Wu Anjun's sword. ”

Li Chunqiu pointed a finger on his right hand, and the long sword and bronze box all rose out of thin air and landed on the stone platform.

Then Li Chunqiu's gaze fell on Wu Anjun's sword.

The sword has three feet three, and the air can swallow mountains and seas.

"Zheng!"

The sword was unsheathed, and Li Chunqiu snapped his fingers.

The long sword groaned softly, and the cool breeze killed.

"With such a murderous aura, there is only Wu Anjun's sword. ”

"I'm afraid that in this courtyard with abundant spiritual energy, it won't be too long before it will be enough to make a killing soldier. ”

Li Chunqiu slowly put down the long sword, and seemed to be touched by it:

"Today, I will teach you to wait for the sword. ”

At this time, Zhao Zheng raised his head and said, "Master, the apprentice wants to stay tonight to witness the resurrection of Shang Jun and Wu Anjun." ”

The resurrection is premature. ”

"Too soon?"

"Then you will understand. ”

Li Chunqiu slipped from the stone platform, and with a flick of his hand, all the fog under his feet dissipated.

Three wooden swords stuck in the ground were revealed.

Li Chunqiu waved his sleeves, and the three wooden swords flew upside down, and the three teenagers each took a sword.

"Take your sword and go with me. ”

In Xianyang City, Li Chunqiu rode out of the white tiger, while the three teenagers behind him galloped wildly.

The three of them galloped all the way to the west of the city, and only came to a halt for miles.

After the three of them galloped over, Li Chunqiu jumped down from the white tiger, and a wooden sword fell from his long sleeves and started it, and said lightly:

"The sword, the holy product of the ancients, is supreme and noble, and the gods and gods are worshipped. ”

"The way to learn swords is also simple and sacred. ”

"One man, one sword, one also. ”

Li Chunqiu held the sword, and the momentum of the whole person changed suddenly, and in an instant, it seemed to be sharp, turning into a long sword.

"Today I will only teach you to wait for one split. ”

Just teach a split?

Zhao Zheng and the three raised their heads, a little puzzled.

Master and Professor have always been meticulous, why only teach one sword today.

"Look!"

Li Chunqiu held the wooden sword and slashed from top to bottom.

The moves are mediocre.

But in an instant, a loud bang rang out.

The mountains and forests west of Xianyang City collapsed in an instant.

In front of the wooden sword, the land of ten zhang is vertical and horizontal.

Before the long sword, they were divided into two.

Li Chunqiu's backhand sword wooden sword was stuck on the ground, and he taught again:

"The so-called sword, the sword and the god are combined, the qi is in harmony with the will, forget the feeling of my sword, find the sword of yours, it is what you want to realize. ”

"Enlightenment, the way of the sword is a thousand miles a day. ”

Meng Yi felt a little confused.

"What if you can't understand it?"

Li Chunqiu turned around and patted him on the shoulder, bowed his head and said:

"If you can't understand it, you can only learn a little bit of skin. ”

"Huh?"

Then when he turned his head, Zhao Zheng and Meng Tian had already picked up the wooden sword and walked into the distance.

"I Zhao Zheng don't want to just learn from the skin. ”

The Young First Emperor held the long sword and slashed it again and again.