Chapter 1 A Xue VS Sister Rong

Time flies, and before you know it, the scroll of time has turned three years into it.

The era that lasted for a thousand years is over, and there is one more ruin in everyone's heart. The once vast and glorious plains of memory have been reduced to dust in the shadows of the new world.

Those stubborn resistance to the death crumbled one by one under the merciless iron hoof; The heroes who were once chaotic and divided have been melted into a complete territory; What was once a deafening noise finally fell silent into a single voice.

Ying Zheng, the master of this empire, was the first emperor of China, known as Qin Shi Huang in history.

On the rubble of the old times, he began to build a dream of unprecedented grandeur, a dream that belonged only to himself.

At the same time, in the depths of the land, construction of a huge mausoleum was being built for him. He is constantly expanding his army, whether on land or underground, he has to be the overlord of conquering a qiē.

For the sake of this ambitious dream, he had to remove any obstacle that would be detrimental to the Empire.

However, there is a place that seems to have never changed, it is still so quiet and peaceful, and the people there still have their own writing, their own traditions, and their own unique customs.

For the first time, when she walked in here, she still couldn't believe that there was such a place in this world where she didn't have to endure the tyranny of Great Qin, because for Yingzheng, the people of the Six Kingdoms of Kanto seemed to be inherently inferior to the people of Qin.

In his impression, only the old Qin people in the land of Sanqin can be regarded as his people, and the people who grew up in the homeland of the six countries of Kanto in the past are regarded by him as potential enemies, because they still have the blood of the six countries flowing in their bodies, which is the blood of revenge.

The Afang Palace, the Great Wall, the Imperial Mausoleum, and the Mirage were all forged by the hard work of the people of the Six Kingdoms in the past, but they did not get the slightest return, because they were not craftsmen but prisoners who went there, and all the craftsmen were Qin, and they were just prisoners who toiled under the whip of the soldiers, and when they fell, that is, when they closed their eyes, and before that they had to work endlessly.

When all the objective factors of this qiē were gathered, the status of the Mojia Organ City was particularly prominent, and people who could not bear the tyranny of the Qin State gathered here, including many elites with outstanding talents and strong martial arts.

Faintly in the rivers and lakes, the momentum of the Mo family is becoming more and more prominent, and it seems to overshadow the momentum of Confucianism!

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Today doesn't seem to be any different from the past, the only difference is that today, the city has welcomed two new guests.

The skin is as white as snow, rich and graceful, the long snow-white hair is like flowing clouds, a blue dress is swaying, wearing many exquisite ornaments, the delicate skirt is flying fairy and falling into the dust (the melon seed face, the sea blue almond eyes, the slender and delicate autumn wave eyebrows, the playful pink lips, the gray-blue eye shadow, the corners of the eyes are inlaid with three gems, and the heavy makeup is not glamorous.

The Snow Girl still hasn't changed, but compared to the coldness of the year, there seems to be a wisp of playfulness between the eyebrows, and the once closed heart door seems to have been released, and her side is still dressed in white, and hanging from her waist is the famous sword [Qin Jian Shui Han] given to him by Master Xu.

But the most noteworthy thing is not these, but the Snow Maiden actually has a long sword hanging from her waist, which seems to be unknown, but since the Snow Maiden appeared in everyone's eyes, this sword has taken away most of the attention.

"His sword, how can it be here with you-?!"

a bunch of thin ponytails tied up; pale blue turban; bangs fluttering in the wind on the forehead; light as the moon, thin and long ink eyebrows; Thin pink lips. Only her eyes have never been casual. The black eyes are fresh and bright, and they are moving.

Mojia Jinghu Medical Immortal, Duanmu Rong; Today was originally the first time that Xiao Gao and Snow Maiden came to the Organ City after joining the Mo family, and all the leaders came to welcome these two new friends in their busy schedules, but everyone had already noticed this sword at first sight.

Finally, the Duanmu girl, who is the most silent on weekdays, can't control her feelings at this moment, and blurts out such a sentence.

The Snow Girl was a little stunned, and Gao was also a little confused; But when the two of them noticed everyone's gaze, they suddenly realized that they were referring to the same sword - Longquan!

"This ...... It was indeed his sword, but it was the ...... he handed it to me with his own hands."

"Uh-?!" Obviously, everyone has questions in their hearts, thieves, sledgehammers, Xu Fuzi, and, Duanmu Rong!

"This matter, the giant and the class master, saw it with their own eyes, please believe us!" This sentence was taken over by Xiao Gao, he was also a participant in the events of the year, as long as he waited for the giant who went out and the master of the class to come back and testify, the misunderstanding would be solved.

"Okay, since it is a kind of trust for the giant to let you come here, and the commander is willing to hand over the sword to the Snow Maiden for safekeeping, which is also a kind of trust, then we won't ask more, two of you, please-!"

In the end, Master Xu, who was the oldest and most senior in the scene, came forward to expose this matter, and the subsequent Mo family ceremony naturally did not need to be mentioned......

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On the second day, on the cloister of the Organ City.

Two shadows stand side by side, one is bright and moving, dazzling; One is beautiful, quiet and elegant; Such two women should have attracted the attention of countless people, but at the moment the surroundings were quietly empty, as if everyone had specially created a secluded space for them.

"Ayuki ......"

"Sister Rong......"

The two spoke in unison, and only after they opened their mouths did they look at each other in surprise, and after a long silence, they actually spoke at the same time.

"Can you talk to me...... Is there a story between you and him? The voice was faint, but the Snow Girl could hear a few wisps of sadness and sorrow from the mouth of the sister beside her.

He ...... What is the intersection between Sister Rong and him? After a pause, the Snow Girl also asked the question she was most concerned about.

"...... he? Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, I haven't seen him for nearly ten years since I was sixteen, and now I don't know what his appearance has become. It seems to be an indifferent tone, but the thoughts in it can be explained in a few words.

"Three years ago, in order to save me, his life and death are still uncertain, and this sword is a memorial he left me, I remember he said, if I see you before he comes back, let me bring a word......"

"What are you talking about...... turned his head suddenly, facing a pair of equally bright eyes, the difference is that the snow girl's eyes show this memory, but Duanmu Rong has tears on her cheeks.

"Ten years of life and death ......"; I don't think about it......"

The Snow Girl said word by word, there seemed to be a hint of envy in her tone, she didn't need to say more, and Duanmu Rong took the other half in an almost murmuring tone.

A gust of wind blew, and under the morning sun, two thin purple feathers came from; The necks of the two beauties floated slightly, thinking the same and feeling strong......