Gao Zimu thought about it again and again, but he still planned to go to Huiji Wuzhong to defect to Xiang Yu first.

As long as the "Xuantian Catalogue" is not exposed, there will not be too many people eyeing him, and he should not attract those fierce men who stand at the top of the weapon spectrum, and the prestige of his righteous brother Xiang Yu is enough to deter the rest of them.

When he was about to reach Taihu Lake, Gao Zimu suddenly turned to enter Zhangjun and made a gesture of westward expansion. He planned to settle the person hiding behind the scenes first, and try not to leave the trouble to his brother-in-law, this person is too capable of doing things.

Zhangjun, Jiuzi, on the bank of the Qingyi River, Gao Zimu stood in front of an abandoned mansion. The gate of the house was already in a dilapidated state, and the two wooden doors were tilted to one side, so that from the outside you could see the courtyard and hall inside.

Jiuzi belonged to the State of Wu in the Spring and Autumn Period, and successively belonged to the State of Yue and the State of Chu during the Warring States Period.

The vassal states fought back and forth for hundreds of years, causing the people to live in a difficult situation and the people were displaced.

But at this time and at that time, after the unification of the Qin State, there has been no war in Zhangjun for many years, and most of the people live and work in peace and contentment.

It was getting dark, and it was already dusk.

Although the courtyard is dilapidated, it is better to be quiet in the place, and it is a good place to stay overnight.

Gao Zimu nodded with satisfaction and walked in with his hands behind his back.

The courtyard was a little cold, giving people an eerie feeling, making him feel a little uncomfortable, and this uncomfortable feeling became more and more obvious the more he walked inside, and when he entered the hall, the cold chill was already like substance.

If an ordinary person is in such an environment, it won't be long before he will get seriously ill, no wonder no one lives here. The ancients believed in witches, especially in Zhou, and Qin.

There is no Qin people who do not worship the ancestral spirits and fear the ghosts and gods, and Gao Zimu is of course no exception, so he couldn't help but have a hint of retreat, and shook his head self-deprecatingly: "If you are cowardly, what can you do." ”

When Gao Zimu was a child, he was very timid, and whenever he was frightened, he would cry and knock on his grandmother's door, and his grandmother would open the door and take him into her arms, kindly ** his head, and help him wipe the tears from his face. The warm embrace gave him a sense of security, and each time he fell asleep in the crook of her arm.

Such a heartwarming scene came to an abrupt end when Gao Zimu was seven years old, and his father no longer tolerated his tears, and whenever he cried, he would be beaten badly.

Father actually loves him very much, but the children of the Gao family can only bleed, not tears, and cannot be afraid, because what they want to do, if they are afraid, it is equivalent to death.

It is his fate to assassinate Ying Zheng, but Ying Zheng is so easy to kill.

In the past, the first emperor traveled eastward, and the powerful man struck Bolangsha, and it was rumored that he hit the deputy car by mistake, and Ying Zheng was lucky to escape. Gao Zimu knew that it was just the remnants of the Six Nations who put gold on their faces, and there was no deputy car in the real version of the story.

Lux cast very accurately, and the big iron spine weighing 120 pounds accurately hit Yingzheng's car. Then Lux saw a finger, Yingzheng stretched out a finger against the iron vertebrae, and the big iron vertebrae trembled desperately, as if full of unwillingness, but he couldn't move in an inch.

With a flick of Yingzheng, the big iron spine flew out and hit a car transporting goods.

Later, the first emperor was angry and corrupted, and he asked for the world and begged for thieves, which was true.

Ying Zheng's favorite bronze drinking utensils happened to be installed in that car, and it was smashed into a copper lump by the big iron vertebrae.

Since he had made up his mind to stay, Gao Zimu went out with his sword, first patrolled around the house, and then went to the backyard to check. At this time, it was already winter, and the backyard was full of murderous intent, the cloister had already collapsed in half, and thick dust had accumulated on the ground, and the courtyard was covered with dead branches and leaves, and the courtyard walls were also crawling with withered vines.

Except for the same coldness, there was nothing else unusual.

There was no shortage of fire-starters in the yard, and Gao Zimu gathered some dead branches, took them back to the house and lit a fire.

The flames brought some warmth and dispelled a little chill. He sat down cross-legged next to the fire, took out two spirit stones and held them in his hands, and began to practice every day.

The spirit stone dragged the surrounding spiritual energy to slowly gather towards him, slowly flowing into his body, entering the dantian, and then dispersing to the limbs and hundreds of remains. The "Xuantian Atlas" was different from ordinary exercises, and he was not afraid of being interrupted in the middle of the process, so despite the dangers, his cultivation did not fall for a day.

He had a sense of imminent crisis, and Shang Li's unbridled laughter seemed to have been echoing in his ears, always reminding him that as long as he didn't practice to the Triple Heaven, no matter how hard he tried, he would just be an ant.

This cold chill seemed to be beneficial to his cultivation, Gao Zimu unconsciously circulated his spiritual power to resist the cold, and soon he found the benefit, the exercises became more and more round, and he simply got up and put out the fire.

It was already completely dark, Gao Zimu closed his eyes, and gradually entered the realm of forgetting things and me.

I don't know how long it took, he seemed to touch a hint of a breakthrough again, his heart moved, and he hurriedly gathered spiritual power, wanting to seize this fleeting opportunity to break through the shackles in one fell swoop.

He slammed into the Second Heaven Realm several times in a row, and each time he was only one line short, but after all, he was one line behind.

He understood that if he wanted to hurry, he could only give up, collect his mood, get up and walk out of the house.

In the dark night sky, the stars have thinned, and the moon hangs high in the sky, I am afraid that the time has long passed.

Gao Zimu suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten all night, and he was really a little hungry, so he took out half a hard cake from his arms and took out a water bag from his waist.

The hydration bag was very light, opened the lid and raised it to his mouth and poured it, there was not a drop of water, and sure enough, it was already empty.

I just saw a well in the backyard, and I don't know if the water in it can be drunk, so I tried my luck.

When I came to the backyard, I saw a well, which was half covered by dead leaves, and the moonlight sprinkled on it, vaguely revealing half of the well circle.

The scenery was a little weird, as if something in the well was attracting him, and a voice kept calling in his heart: "Come closer, get closer, and there will be there." ”

Gao Zimu was horrified and wanted to flee with his legs, but he held back. He used the Xuantian Divine Skill, his whole body was on guard, and he walked forward step by step.

When he finally moved to the well, the voice in his heart became more and more restless, and there was a strong guide that clearly pointed to the well, asking him to jump into the well.

His heart was beating violently, and out of nowhere, he slammed forward and fell onto the platform.

There was a pool of water in the well, and the surface of the water was as calm as a mirror, and the moonlight shone on it with a silver light, reflecting a hideous face.

Gao Zimu screamed in fright and fell to the ground, gasping for breath in his mouth, and immediately realized that it was his face. "It's really useless, scare yourself, so you don't scare yourself to death."

Is it a chance or a trap? Do you want to go down and find out, or do you turn around and leave?

Cultivation is originally a rugged and bumpy road, if you can't let go of how to change your life against the sky, blindly seeking stability will eventually achieve nothing.

Thinking of this, Gao Zimu turned his heart sideways, pulled out his sword, and jumped into the well.

The well water was cold to the bone, and the tall wood was facing down and the feet were up, sinking against the sword.

This well is a little deeper than the normal well, and after a few breaths, there is a slight touch from the sword, which seems to be in the end. Gao Zimu pulled a sword flower, stirred up a burst of water, and dared to flip his body and fall to the bottom of the well.

By the faint glimmer of the moon, Gao Zimu noticed a bulge near the wall of the well, stuck obliquely in the mud. Stretching out his sword, he gently picked it up, vaguely in the shape of a sword.

Gao Zimu groped at the bottom of the well for a while, but didn't find anything else, it should be it.

He carefully peeled away the mud that had wrapped around him, revealing an ancient sword inside.

The darkness under the well is not very real, Gao Zimu grabbed the sword, stepped on the wall of the well, and jumped out of the well in a few columns. Facing the moonlight, he raised his sword high and slowly drew it.

He vaguely felt that this sword was not simple, maybe it was related to the "Xuantian Catalogue", and there was some kind of resonance between him and his Xuantian Divine Skill. When the sword was unsheathed, a great joy instantly filled the chest, and the sword seemed to be happy to see the light of day again, and let out a cheerful crisp sound.

The body of the sword is neither gold nor copper, but it has a faint golden yellow.

The blade of the sword is engraved with an inscription, and Gao Zimu Wenwu Shuangquan also has a lot of knowledge of ancient characters, and vaguely distinguishes the word "Shaohua".

"Shaohua is easy to grow old, and the years pass by." Could it be an ancient god like the Passing Water Sword? I was even more happy.

Gao Zimu danced a few times with the Shaohua sword in his hand, only to feel that there was no place to take advantage of the weight, the shortness and the length.

The solid touch coming from the hilt of the sword has a kind of realization connected by blood, like a part of the body. Shaohua Sword seems to be responding earnestly, this feeling is the so-called unity of human and sword.

Thinking back to the duel with the assassin in the woods, it was extremely reluctant to drive the sword-keeping technique with only one-day cultivation, so he took a trick and first used the sword move to confuse the assassin's mind, and then used the sword-fighting technique, and finally took him down with a calculation.

If the Shaohua Sword was used at that time, you only need to sacrifice the flying sword directly, where will it be so difficult to win. Thinking of this, my heart jumped with joy, and I immediately tried to sacrifice my sword.

Injecting a trace of spiritual power into the sword body, the Shaohua sword trembled slightly.

Suddenly, there was a sudden change, and Gao Zimu only felt a huge and incomparable suction coming from the hilt of the sword, followed by the uncontrollable crazy catharsis of the spiritual power of his whole body, and rushed towards the Shaohua Sword along the palm of his hand.

He secretly said: "Not good! ”

The five fingers were about to abandon the sword, but the sword was firmly attached to the palm of the hand.

He hurriedly took out a spirit stone and held it in his hand, the spiritual light shone, but in a moment, the spirit stone turned into powder. When I tried to pull out another one, I couldn't move.

Not far away, there was the sound of rustling footsteps, and a figure was approaching quickly, and then stopped behind him, as if watching.

Gao Zimu's whole body was close to collapse, but his heart was like a mirror, and he could guess without looking back that this person was most likely the person who was hiding behind the scenes, and he had been waiting for him for more than half a month, and he didn't expect to jump out at this critical juncture, and he would really pick the time.

The vitality is passing little by little, and the Shaohua Sword absorbs not only spiritual power, but also his natal essence.

His legs could no longer support the weight of his body, Gao Zimu knelt on the ground weakly, death had never been so close, and he regretted it in his heart at this moment: "Creation makes people, could it be that I, Gao Zimu, am I going to die here today?" ”

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