Meng Wu led the army attacking Korea and returned to Xianyang. In Korea, a general named Nei Envoy Teng was left to guard it. Most of the Korean nobles remained in Xinzheng and waited for the Qin king's order to deal with it.

"Dangdang, dangdang."

The morning that was supposed to be peaceful was shattered by a burst of knocking sounds.

Gu Nan walked out of his room with a dark face, wearing a slightly thin white shirt, holding Wuge in his hand, looking out of the courtyard wall.

This voice made her sleep badly early, and there was nothing going on in the barracks these days.

Although the battle with Li Mu's northern cavalry caused a lot of losses to the trapped army, she was not ready to replenish it now.

During this time, it is better to let those boys rest for a while, of course, this does not rule out that she herself is also suspected of wanting to be lazy.

It was supposed to be an early morning where I could have had a good night's sleep, but I was woken up by this dangdang sound.

Thinking of this, Gu Nan's face became a little gloomy again.

The voice was not far away, it should have been the voice from next door.

"So who is so immoral that he doesn't let people sleep in the morning?"

"Dangdang, dang."

The edge of Wu'an Jun's Mansion was originally uninhabited, but I heard Xiao Lu and Huaxian say that one has moved in recently, and I heard that it seems to be a palace swordsman.

They were smiling when they spoke, and they didn't know what they were laughing at.

She doesn't know why the swordsman in the palace doesn't live in the palace.

But even the palace swordsman is not such a reason to toss in the courtyard early in the morning.

"Click."

I casually tied the belt on my clothes and put my visor on my face.

Gu Nan climbed over the wall, stood on the wall, and jumped over the path between the two houses.

It landed on the wall of the next room and called out to the people in the courtyard.

"This brother."

In the small courtyard, a man dressed in gray was standing in front of a wooden stake in front of the courtyard, holding a bronze sword in his hand, and was practicing whether the sword move was aimed at the stake, but it was only a hit, and the stake was not directly cut off in order to use his strength.

But it's also because of this dull tapping sound that it's even more uncomfortable.

Gai Nie stood in front of the stake, holding the bronze sword in his hand, frowned, he just weighed it when he bought it, and when he really used it, he felt that the sword was still a little lighter.

His sword fell on the battlefield, so after returning to Xianyang, he bought another one, and now he is testing the sword.

Hearing someone calling him from behind, he turned his head.

"Senior sister?"

Looking at the white-clothed man standing there wearing a mask on the courtyard wall, Gai Nie was stunned for a moment.

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Gu Nan was also stunned for a while, before raising his eyebrows and saying.

"Xiao Nie."

She kind of knew why Xiao Lu and the painting fairy were smiling when they told her that a swordsman from the palace had moved next door.

He touched his forehead and said to Gai Nie, "What are you doing here?" ”

Gai Nie looked at the sword in his hand: "Try the sword, my original sword fell on the battlefield." ”

As for how it landed there, Ganie didn't say.

Gu Nan coughed.

"Even if it's a sword test, you can't beat like this, how do you let the neighbors on the side rest?"

"You must know that no one has woken up in the morning, what do you look like when you are so noisy?"

"But for the sake of you also doing the right thing, forget it this time, pay attention next time."

Gai Nie looked at Gu Nan and nodded.

hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Gu Nan seriously and said, "Senior sister, there are no neighbors around here, and besides, it's noon now." ”

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"Xiao Nie."

"Huh?"

"You really haven't changed at all······"

"Thank you for the compliment."

"No, I'm not complimenting you."

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In the mountains and forests outside Xianyang.

There is a small waterfall nearby, and you can hear the sound of the water washing over the stones.

From the depths of the empty mountain forest came the distant chirping of birds, and the rustling of forest leaves.

There was a sound of footsteps in the woods, of someone stepping on fallen leaves and dead branches that had fallen on the ground.

Sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves of the trees, illuminating the man's appearance.

It was a grim-faced man, dressed in a black shirt and with eye-catching pale hair.

He carried a wooden box on his back, and a long sword with a strange shape hanging from his waist.

Standing by the stream, watching the stream fade away, he coughed a little and then walked on silently.

He didn't stop until he reached an open field.

There were dead leaves in the clearing, and between the dead leaves, a piece of wood stood alone.

Three small figures are carved into the wood, one large and two small.

I seem to remember the words of that year.

"Okay, when the time comes, come back and see."

Standing in front of the wood, the corners of the white-haired man's mouth were slightly hooked, and he stretched out his hand and put his hand on the wood.

It's like talking to yourself.

"I've been back, and it's not a breach of trust."

As he spoke, he drew the long sword at his waist, plunged into the earth, and dug slowly.

He didn't stop until a cloth bag appeared in the dirt.

Standing his sword aside, he sat cross-legged on the ground without thinking.

Carefully remove the cloth bag from the soil and untie it.

But there were three boards of wood in the cloth bag.

He first picked up the first piece, which was his own. Looking at the words on the board, he raised his head, half loudly, as if chuckling, shook his head again, and lowered his head again.

The second piece belonged to another person, and he was silent for a moment, did not look at it, and set it aside.

His hand was on the third piece, and he slowly picked it up with some hesitation, and he looked at the words on it.

There are four words engraved on it, but unfortunately the first two words seem to be unclear, and only the back two words can be seen clearly.

"Taiping ······"

Sitting on the ground, the man opened his mouth and spoke softly.

He looked at those two words and remembered the person who wrote them.

The world called her a mourning general, called her a murderer, regarded her as ominous, and avoided her.

But it is such a person, fighting in the battlefield, killing a bloody road that is difficult to plan, but what he asks for is these two words.

Is this all there is to bear the name of this world?

After a long time, a soft question came from the forest: "Is it worth it for such a world?" ”

Maybe he was asking the person who carved the word, or maybe he was asking himself.

The forest was getting dark, but it was almost night, and the wind was quiet, and the man who sat in the forest was still sitting there.

After a long time, he picked up the cloth bag in his hand and buried it back in the soil.

Picking up the piece of wood that fell to the side, his eyes fell on the three villains, one big and two small, and the carving was really ugly.

The figure left with the sound of footsteps, his robe swinging lightly.

The fallen leaves in the forest flew down, and between the fallen leaves, only the wood was left standing there.

It's time to wait for the next person.

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Well, there is a book friend group, and the group number is in the introduction. I'm not very good at chatting, and I may not be bubbling for a long time, but if I have a question, I will reply as soon as I see it. Thank you.