After listening to Wang Orion's words, Zhao Yue felt a burst of disappointment in his heart, but he would not give up, after all, he had not personally explored, if he gave up lightly, he would be really sorry for the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty, and even more sorry for the great achievements they had established.

At night, the stars are shining outside. Wang Orion steamed some game caught in the mountains for Zhao Yue, and Zhao Yue smelled the fragrant barbecue, and it was a feast.

According to Wang Orion, other people could not eat this meat in the troubled times, but their village was close to the Songshan Mountain Range, so they could eat wild game every day by taking advantage of the geographical advantage.

The sky outside the house gradually darkened, and it was another night, and there were lush woods nearby, and the temperature was cool, not hot, but there were a lot of fireflies and flying insects here, and the buzzing sound was constant, which made Zhao Yue unable to sleep peacefully.

Lying on the bed, he kept imagining in his mind the scene when Qin Shi Huang swept away Yuyu and ruled the world; I thought that it had been a year since I was born, but I had no achievements except for being a soldier of the ** extermination team, and I was sad in my heart.

Carrying the moonlight on her back, Zhao Yue sobbed softly a few times, but clenched her fists again and made up her mind.

He was still young, only seventeen years old, and he was determined to find the Montessori descendant anyway and ask him to assist him. Zhao Yue knew in his heart that if he wanted to be a ruler, he was not qualified enough, and he still lacked a lot of necessary knowledge and skills, but he had patience and could also learn.

As long as someone teaches him the words.

The urgent state of mind prompted the young man to quickly fall asleep, and in the dream, it was the earnest teaching of Emperor Qin Yingzheng and Prince Fusu and Ziying and others, telling him not to live up to the blood flowing in his body.

Early the next morning, Zhao Yue woke up and quickly got up, packed up, brought drinking water and food, and prepared to enter Songshan.

Seeing this, Wang Orion hurriedly persuaded: "You stupid young man, why don't you listen to persuasion, the mountain is very dangerous, and that person doesn't know where he is, you break in alone, I'm afraid that if you don't say anything, you may die in it!" ”

With a resolute expression, Zhao Yue resolutely said: "Brother Wang, I know that you are for my good, but this person is very important to me, I must find him, and I hope you can support me and don't stop me." ”

Seeing that Zhao Yue was so stubborn, Wang Orion was also moved by this persistence, so he had to go to the house and take out a curved bow and an arrow bag, which were given to Zhao Yue as gifts, and took some rabbit meat and venison from the meat stored at home, and gave them to Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue thanked Wang Orion for his kindness, and drew his bow in the open space in the small courtyard in front of the house, feeling good, but he had never shot an arrow, and he didn't know what the power was when he really used it.

Seeing this, Wang Orion hurriedly said: "Little brother, you don't have to worry, as long as you can pull this bow, you will be able to shoot the scissors out, I originally wanted to give you a sword, but seeing that the sword you carry with you is a new sword that has just been built, so there is nothing else to give you, so you can take the bow and arrow, and then take some meat for food." ”

Zhao Yue's heart was very grateful, and he hugged his fist at Wang Orion, took all his things, and set off looking at Songshan Mountain in the clouds.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, in fact, he also considered that the hundred people under Dong Zhuo had been on Shaomu Mountain before, but they returned in vain, indicating that the probability of that Montessori descendant living in Shaomu Mountain was very small.

Moreover, I heard Wang Orion say that Shaomuro Mountain is steep, and Taimur Mountain is lying down, which is relatively easy to climb, and from the point of view of habitability, the descendants of Montessori should also live in Taimur Mountain.

With the attitude of giving it a try, Zhao Yue climbed the mountain road leading to Taimur Mountain.

It was the height of summer, the mountain was as Wang Orion said, the grass and trees were lush, the greenery was verdant, and in the process of climbing, Zhao Yue's nose could smell a unique smell emitted by the sun shining on the green leaves, and the smell was a little warm and charming.

In particular, some scattered sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, sporadically hitting the ground, and the feeling of staggered falls makes people feel that this place is definitely a good place to settle.

In less than an hour, Zhao Yue came to the position at the height of the center of Taimur Mountain.

There is a small pool nearby, the blue waves in the pool, the clear water can see the low stones, stacked in rank, the body is as small as a hair swimming fish can freely shuttle between them.

Zhao Yue picked a relatively large stone, sat down to rest, and by the way, drank some water and ate something in order to continue the journey.

Although this Taimuro Mountain is inaccessible, it is not quiet. In addition to the rustle of leaves in the wind, birds flying in the sky from time to time also chirp, presumably passing through the beautiful mountain scenery and complimenting them constantly. Not only that, Zhao Yue's ears could also vaguely hear the sound of falling water, crackling, giving people a feeling of turbulence, which should be the sound of Shuiluotan Creek not far away.

"What a great place!" Zhao Yue thought to herself, and a happy smile appeared on her mouth.

He stood up and moved his muscles and bones, feeling that it was not a way to just look for it so headlessly. The young man frowned slightly, then stretched his eyebrows, hugged his hands into a circle, closed them in front of his mouth, and shouted loudly at the valley: "Is there anyone here!" Under Zhao Yue! Ask to meet the descendants of Qin Shi Mengshi! ”

After shouting a word, a burst of birds were startled in the woods next to him, and Zhao Yue's voice echoed leisurely between the valleys, which did not disperse for a long time.

After stopping for a while, the echo disappeared completely, Zhao Yue nodded secretly, he thought this method was good, so he smiled lightly, packed up his things, and continued on the road, while climbing the mountain, he shouted loudly, so that the descendants of the Montessori could hear and come out to appear.

Somewhere on the top of Taimuro Mountain, beside a bamboo forest, two inconspicuous thatched huts still stand beside the cliffs, like two loyal guards, overlooking the beautiful scenery like an ink painting scroll at the bottom of the mountain.

The old man with a childish face was sitting peacefully playing chess in front of the bluestone chess table, and he was playing against a boy named Meng Shi. The quaint rattan cane is quietly leaning aside, and there are two cups of tea on the chess table, the smell of tea is far and clear, like a girl's jade hand, gently scratching the tip of the nose of the two.

The old man was sitting precariously, closing his eyes to recuperate, while the little boy leaned over, carefully examining the chess board, his eyes constantly changing positions at various chess points, and holding a black spot tightly in his hand, almost wanting to fall, but he never knew where to go.

There was a faint sound in the valley, and although it quickly dissipated, the content of the words was faintly discernible.

The old man's ears moved, and he pursed his lips and smiled, but he still did not open his eyes, and he did not say a word.

Meng Shi obviously heard the echo of the shout, and quickly looked up at the old man, and then asked tentatively in a slightly immature voice, "Sir, do you hear someone shouting?" ”

The old man's whole body was like an immovable golden body, and after a while, only his lips moved, but he only spit out two words: "Play chess." ”

This voice is like an immortal spitting mist, although it is not big, but it is leisurely, lingering in the ears for a long time, and it cannot be eliminated.

There was a look of disbelief in the little boy's eyes, and he cautiously poked his little head and asked, "Sir, that man shouting like this will definitely attract the beasts of the mountains, do we really care?" ”

This time, the old man nodded, his mouth didn't open, only a voice came out of his nose: "Hmm." ”