The seventh year of the first emperor, the first month.

"Strange Version: I/VII"

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Just after the wax sacrifice, the holy metaphor was transmitted in the Lieyang Palace.

The First Emperor will have a new round of parade, this time the direction of the parade is to the north, and the rhetoric on the surface is to inspect the northern counties, but in fact it is to deter the turbulent wind and clouds in the rivers and lakes.

The Shenji City, which was attacked by the Mo family, was in the north of Lieyang City.

And when the spring flowers are blooming this year, hundreds of families in the world and the old clans of the six countries will gather in Shenji City to discuss the anti-win plan.

Ying Shi Huang naturally didn't want to see such a thing happen, and at the same time as the northern tour, Dengxian Tower, Babel Tower, Iron Clothes Pavilion, and a large number of masters in the army were all gathered in the Divine Machine City.

As for the court, there have been some subtle changes.

With the exile of the eldest son Ming Xuan to the border, the ninth prince Hulai, who had never had a place in the court, actually boarded the court and began to participate in political affairs with the acquiescence of the first emperor.

There is always a person standing next to him, the CRRC Mansion Commander Gaoyao.

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The third day of the first month.

The city of the scorching sun is still filled with the flavor of the new year.

Chu Ci walked out of Yongliu Lane, this time he stayed at home for three days.

A large number of masters of Dengxian Tower had already left Beijing and headed north in advance, and Chu Ci, as an alchemy elder, completely avoided this task of cutting people.

The light snow was fluttering, and Chu Ci was dressed in a sable coat and walked alone on the street near nightfall.

When he walked past a stall, the picture was obscured for a moment, and there was one more person walking with him.

Confucian robes and green clothes, gentlemen are like the wind.

An oil-paper umbrella to support the increasingly heavy wind and snow.

"If the seniors don't rush to Shenji City, what does it mean to find the next."

Chu Ci walked forward, and Jun Ze held an umbrella for him.

The falling snow gradually took on the trend of goose feathers, and the only pedestrians on the road were walking briskly, all wanting to get home before it was dark and snowy.

"Don't you think that fire lingzhi is not enough, and you want to give Chu some more gifts?"

If that's the case, Chu Ci really doesn't mind.

"Dripping grace, when the spring reciprocates, let alone the love of saving lives."

"No matter how much Junze thanks Engong, it is not enough."

Jun Ze smiled, and then his tone was slightly dark.

"Engong, Junze came this time, in fact, he asked for something, and asked Engong to help save one person."

Chu Ci's footsteps stopped slightly.

The person Jun Ze said in his mouth is most likely the woman who was caught in the Tower of Babel in New Peach Villa and then rescued.

It's been a month since the woman was rescued.

So far, the injuries have not healed, which shows that there are many doctors who have done it, and they have all failed.

"The predecessor is one of the three swords of Confucianism, the master of the ultimate way, the person who stands at the pinnacle of this river and lake, and is just a nobody."

"If you want to save people, there are many good doctors in the world, why bother to find the upper and lower."

After speaking, Chu Ci stepped out of the paper umbrella and stepped into the snow alone.

Jun Ze stood in place, staring at the back of Chu Ci leaving.

"If Engong makes a move, as long as Engong speaks openly about everything in this world, Junze will definitely give it with both hands."

Chu Ci didn't look back, and still walked forward.

When the distance between the two was close to three feet, Chu Ci's footsteps stopped.

"I have heard that Confucianism has a sword."

"Bring the sword, I'll save people."

"There is another premise, whether it is alive or dead, the sword will not be returned."

Regarding Chu Ci's conditions, Junze hardly had any hesitation.

"Okay, that's a deal."

"On the fifteenth of this month, we'll see you here."

Chu Ci walked away.

Looking at Chu Ci's distant back, Jun Ze was silent for a long time.

He has been walking the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and he has never seen such a business-oriented person.

This reminded him of the time when he saved himself before, and he opened his mouth with a sentence of 'reward'.

"The rivers and lakes are huge, and there are thousands of strange people I have seen, but this guy really can't see through it."

"Alas... Those two guys, it's hard to do. ”

Jun Ze turned away, holding an umbrella in one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other.

For him, the next thing is a headache.

The reward for Chu Ci is the sword sealed by Confucianism.

The name of this sword, the karmic fire red lotus, is also known as the magic sword.

The departure or stay of this sword, even if it is Junze, a gentleman's sword, cannot make the decision on its own, and it must be recognized by the Confucian sword master and the sword master of the world.

At night, ascend to the immortal tower.

Chu Ci wore a silver mask and a sable coat, and walked in the small courtyards of the building.

"Karmic Fire Red Lotus, Demon Sword."

"I didn't expect that guy to be so cheerful."

Originally, Chu Ci just said casually, thinking that Junze would lower the price, but he didn't expect to be so happy to agree.

It is said that men are not suitable for bargaining, and it seems that the gentleman among men is even more unsuitable.

The Karma Fire Red Lotus is a special sword that Chu Ci saw on the Hundred Swords Spectrum, which is listed outside the Hundred Swords Spectrum.

This sword was cast 60 years ago.

It is rumored that it was slaughtered by the people of Yingguo in the past, and the grandson of Wu'an Jun was cast, and the sword body was extraterrestrial iron, and the sword furnace was infused with human blood.

On the day of the formation of the sword, the karmic fire red lotus used the blood of hundreds of thousands of enemy soldiers as the sword on the battlefield.

It is even rumored that those who hold this sword will fall into the devil within three days.

Therefore, this sword has another name, the magic sword.

Even if he was a sword-forging person, Wu Anjun, who had slaughtered countless people, did not dare to wear a sword after the sword was completed.

After Wu Anjun was demonized, he was ordered to die by the then King Ying, and this sword also disappeared without a trace.

Until 30 years ago, a Confucian disciple appeared in the world with a karmic fire red lotus in his hand, and defeated the three swords of Confucianism at that time with the power of one person, and the whole world was shocked.

But after that battle, this Confucian disciple was demonized in public, and was besieged and killed by more than a dozen Extreme Dao Grandmasters, and finally sealed the Karma Fire Red Lotus in the Confucian Holy Land and the Academy.

"I'm very afraid of others falling into the devil."

Just like the Tongxian Urn, in the eyes of others, this is a cautious and cautious demonic exercise, but in Chu Ci's hands, it is a plug-in given away for nothing.

After Chu Ci fought with Wangdonglai's demonized body, he also realized one thing.

Without a sword in hand, the combat power will be very limited.

As for whether Jun Ze can really bring the Karma Fire Red Lotus out of Jixia Academy, that is not what Chu Ci needs to consider.

and whether he can really save the woman, Chu Ci is not sure.

Anyway, Boss Chu does business, never loses money, collects money first and then works, and never accepts the quality acceptance.

This is true for Luo Zhiyu Luo, and it is also true for Jun Ze, the Extreme Dao Grandmaster.

Walking leisurely, Chu Ci came to the front of the small courtyard.

As soon as Fang pushed the door open, Chu Ci frowned.

"What is this?"

Chu Ci closed the courtyard door and came to the tree.

"Cocoon?"

Half-human-tall, the gray-white cocoon rests beside the tree, and the body of the cocoon and its surroundings are covered with layers of snow.

"Xiaobai?!"

Chu Ci's brows furrowed a little tighter, and the aura emitted by this cocoon, he was sure that it was Xiaobai.

Monster cocoon?

Rummaging through thousands of books is also unprecedented.