In the palace of King Qin, in a dark secret room, Zhao Ji, the king of Qin, withdrew his usual black gold silk trimmed python robe and put on a linen robe that ordinary people would wear. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "In the dark secret passage, there is only the footsteps of Zhao Ji, the king of Qin.

Zhao Ji bent down slightly, holding a torch a little awkwardly, and slowly walked along the secret passage.

This secret passage was secretly built since Xiaogong moved the capital to Xianyang, for the secrecy of the secret passage, it took not much manpower, but the time was very long. The only person who has always known this secret passage is King Qin, and even when Empress Dowager Xuan was in power, he did not know about this secret passage.

The secret passage is paved with bluestone, which is extremely strong, and every Qin monarch will do some restoration work on the secret passage. Of course, the people who built the secret passages were all death row prisoners, and even the overseers were all dead soldiers secretly cultivated by the Qin State. In other words, when the repair of the secret passage is completed, both the death row prisoner and the overseer will die. Although it is cruel, it is necessary as the last secret way to protect the Qin royal family.

The bluestone road is not easy to walk, because it is underground, and the bluestone is contaminated with a lot of water vapor, which is not only wet when walking, but also very easy to slip.

However, after all, Zhao Ji is a strong man in the late congenital stage, even if he is in the twilight of his body now, he still has a strong demeanor, and he will not go wrong in this small secret passage.

"Buzz!" With a turn of the mechanism, a bright light appeared in front of the secret passage.

"Whew!" Zhao Ji breathed a sigh of relief, he had been taking medicine for a long time, even if he still had a bit of the strength of an innate master, but his body still couldn't keep up after all.

The exit of the secret passage is located on a small hill in the west of Xianyang City, and the exit is a small mound on the hill. Moreover, there are many other mounds, large and small, that look like the ancestral graves of a small family.

Qin King Zhao Ji walked out of the tomb, and then the tomb ** was closed again in a burst of mechanical sounds, and there was nothing abnormal at all.

Although the dozen or so mounds are not connected, it is a little scary to be in this quiet valley.

"Goo!" Suddenly, a birdsong came from the branches of the grave, and then a large number of birds flew up.

"Hehe, people really get older and worse!" Zhao Ji loosened his vigilant heart and shook his head a little bitterly. I think that at the beginning, he was also a person who could carry a sword and go straight to the battlefield. Now I can't even feel a few birds, and I can't help but feel a little indescribable.

Zhao Ji shook his head and walked towards the place he remembered. He was dressed in shabby clothes, with gray hair, and calloused hands. Even if some woodcutters occasionally pass by on the mountain, they can't see anything unusual, they will only think that they are passers-by, and they will not think that the old man in front of him who is dying is their king.

After walking for about half an hour, dozens of small thatched houses suddenly appeared halfway up the mountain, looking like a small village.

Zhao Ji walked into the village and said in a hoarse voice, "May I ask anyone?" ”

A plainly dressed woman walked out of a room, looked at Zhao Ji with some confusion, and asked gently, "This elder, who are you looking for?" ”

"Old decay, passing by here, I came to ask for saliva to drink." Zhao Ji said with a smile.

"Well, wait a minute." Although the woman was a little puzzled about where the old man came from, in the spirit of the kindness of the people at the bottom, she still walked into the house and fetched water for Zhao Ji.

However, Zhao Ji did not wait for the woman to come back with water. Restraining the smile on his face, Zhao Ji looked at one of the several rooms in the distance with a somewhat solemn face, and walked towards it.

Inside the house, two old men were chatting, and outside the door, several young men wearing swords were meticulously guarding the door. From time to time, there would be a few sounds of laughter in the house, but this harmonious atmosphere was instantly broken by the sound at the entrance of the village.

"Do you want to see him?" An old man in slightly luxurious clothes asked.

"Huh! Why not? Since he is here, is there any reason not to see him? An old man dressed like an ordinary person on the other side sneered.

Although he was ridiculed by his old friend, the richly dressed old man was not angry. As one of the few people who know the inside story in this matter, the old man is also aware of the grievances in the hearts of his old friends.

"Then, you two talk slowly, I'll leave first......" The old man in Huayi finished speaking and was about to leave.

"Beiming, what are you going. Just stay here, he owes not only me, but also you! The plain-clothed old man said indignantly.

This person, who was called the Northern Underworld by the old man in plain clothes, was naturally the current head of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, the Northern Hell Son. However, the head of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, who claimed to be far away from the world and devoted himself to cultivation, actually came to the Qin State without a sound. If it is known by the people of the six countries of SD, there will be a storm of wind and rain.

"Uncle Shizu!" Outside the door, there were several respectful salutes.

Zhao Ji walked into the house in response, and in the house, the three of them stood looking at each other.

"Senior brother!" In the end, it was the North Hades who broke the silence between the three.

"Well, junior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time......" Zhao Ji replied with some feelings.

The head of Taoist Tianzong, Bei Yingzi, is actually the junior brother of Zhao Ji, the king of Qin! Such news is estimated to make a large number of people drop their eyes. The Taoist actually accepted a monarch as a disciple, and he is still known as the Heavenly Sect who ignores the world!

In fact, as early as more than fifty years ago, when Zhao Ji was not the monarch of Qin, he was sent to Yan by his brother Zhao Dang, who was also King Wu of Qin.

And the Yan Kingdom happens to be the hidden place of the Taoist Heavenly Sect. The head of Taoist Tianzong at that time, when he saw Zhao Ji, who was living on the street and even had to dig out bird eggs to eat, he took pity on him and took him in. But just a few days after the head of Tianzong got along with Zhao Ji, he suddenly discovered Zhao Ji's extraordinary.

The Taoist Heavenly Sect accepts disciples, and it only accepts disciples with extremely high talents. Comparatively, the number of disciples of the Heavenly Sect was naturally much smaller. Many masters of the Taoist Heavenly Sect can't even find a disciple who is completely in line with their hearts to inherit the mantle in their lives.

In this way, Zhao Ji became a disciple of the head of the Taoist Tianzong. If it weren't for later, King Wu of Qin would have smashed his foot to death. Zhao Ji needs to return to China to compete for the throne, and he may really inherit the orthodox mantle of Taoist Tianzong.

"It's been a long time since I've seen each other for a few years. You're much older......" After greeting Bei Yingzi slightly, Zhao Ji set his eyes on the plainly dressed old man again.

"Thank you for your concern, everything is still the same!" The old man replied in a sonorous voice, and his words were full of military demeanor, as if he alone was an army.

"Hehe, you're still resentful of the widow!" Listening to the old man's answer, Zhao Ji couldn't help but sigh.