Volume 2: The Storm Rises Chapter 3: The Mysterious King of Qin (I)

At this moment when the whole world did not wake up, Zhao Jin had already practiced halberd. He couldn't help but think of an old stalk in his previous life.

"Have you ever seen Los Angeles at four o'clock in the morning?"

I'm sorry, Zhao Jin just wanted to say, "What is Los Angeles?" I'm tired of seeing Xinhai City at two o'clock in the morning, okay. ”

In the light of dawn, Zhao Jin was constantly waving his halberd, what he didn't know was that a window in the wing room not far away had been opened, and a tall figure had been watching him for a long time.

"Talent alone is not enough, you have to have perseverance beyond ordinary people to have the slightest possibility to climb to the top of the supreme."

The figure muttered silently, his eyes couldn't help but be confused, and there seemed to be another more domineering figure in his eyes that coincided with Zhao Jin.

"Huh? Brother Tiger, are you back? ”

Sensing the movement, Zhao Jin turned his head to look, and what caught his eyes was the familiar figure, and surprise instantly appeared on his cheeks.

"Well, come back."

Brother Hu walked out and nodded with satisfaction, he recognized his apprentice physically and mentally.

"Come, come on."

Brother Hu took out a pair of dark blue inner armor from his hand, as well as a palm-sized jade bottle, and gently threw it to Zhao Jin.

"Brother Tiger, what is this?"

Zhao Jin took it and looked at each other with some doubts.

"For you, the blue-scaled water armor, what I got in my early years, was taken from the scales of a blue-scaled sea snake that was about to turn into a dragon, as long as it wasn't a guy from the upper three realms, it would be no problem to save your little life. It's stronger in the water and it also makes you faster, just because you're a water attribute. The inside of the bottle are three Blood Spirit Great Pills, which are also the accidental results of this trip, which can help you break through the realm and enter the middle three realms. ”

After listening to Brother Tiger's words, Zhao Jin was overjoyed, this is about to take off! Now he is about to start the trip to the bottom of Shuiyun Lake, which is more certain.

"Thank you boss!!"

Zhao Jin can't wait to hug Brother Tiger at this time, of course he will not be polite, the master-apprentice relationship and communication method between him and Brother Tiger are different from the general master-apprentice relationship, if Mr. Big sends it, he still has to come with a sentence "The elder gives, dare not resign".

"Well, you're welcome, it's my graduation gift for you. Did well in the exam, my champion! ”

In the face of Zhao Jin's funny, Brother Tiger smiled slightly, under his teasing, Zhao Jin did not feel shy, but was very confident.

"Haha, Brother Tiger, do you know? Isn't it necessary for me to take the college entrance examination? It's all in your hands! ”

He accepted his master's praise calmly. This is a fact, why can't you accept it, and have to say something humble like "no, it's lucky"?

You don't have to!

The rising sun has sprinkled its brilliance, the sun shines into Brother Hu's room through the window, and on the table by the window is a newspaper that has just been printed today, with the title "The whole world celebrates, and the students of Xinhai No. 1 Middle School won the top prize in the college entrance examination in Suzhou Province!" ”

And under this title, attached is a photo of Zhao Jin, in which he is sitting by the window of the classroom reading a book, the sun shining on his smiling face, looking full of youthful vitality.

Maybe Zhao Jin himself doesn't know when this photo was taken, right?

Next to this news, it was "Shocked, the champion, Bangyan, and Tanhua are from the same school!" ”

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Somewhere in the world exists a thick and solemn palace, an ancient building full of historical vicissitudes, standing on a green plateau, as if telling a story of a thousand years.

The sun is rising, and the golden sunlight shines on the glazed tiles of the palace, reflecting a dazzling light. The towering palace wall, like the backbone of the earth, carries the vicissitudes of time. On the walls, the mottled stone bricks seem to tell the history of the past. The gates of the palace are heavy and solemn, carved with intricate and delicate patterns, which are still clearly visible despite countless storms.

On the main entrance of the palace, a huge plaque is erected, on which three big characters are written "Qin Wanggong", which is written for the Qin seal, exuding endless brilliant heavenly might.

Walking into this palace, it is like passing through a tunnel of time and space, back to that glorious dynasty.

Inside the main hall, huge stone pillars support the high dome, giving people a strong sense of oppression. The murals in the hall are colorful and finely painted, depicting the glorious history of the Qin Dynasty. There is a dull and ancient atmosphere in the air, and if you feel it carefully, you can still hear the echoes of history.

And the owner of this Qin Palace, who was thinking about the future of this world in his study at this time.

The light in the study is soft, and it exudes a faint scent of ink. The sunlight outside the window shines on the delicate wooden bookshelves and inkstones, which look serene and elegant. King Qin sat on a finely carved sandalwood chair, his back straight, his expression focused, and the table in front of him was piled with bamboo slips and silk books, revealing a faint quaint atmosphere.

He held a delicate black jade brush in his hand, and was intently reading the folds. His brow furrowed at times, stretched at other times, clearly thoughtful. In the corner of the study, a pot of emerald green bamboo swayed gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, adding a sense of tranquility and solemnity.

The whole study is filled with a calm atmosphere, full of symbols of power and wisdom.

The folds were piled up like a hill, but King Qin's eyes did not have the slightest boredom and exhaustion, but instead revealed a kind of confident confidence, which radiated from the inside out, and anyone would feel at ease in front of him.

On the other side of the desk, there is a tall golden bronze statue, with a majestic and invincible expression on its face, as if silently guarding the master of the study.

A small incense burner sat quietly in a corner of the study, and the sandalwood in the stove burned gently, giving off a faint aroma that filled the air. Then, King Qin put down the brush in his hand and closed his eyes and concentrated, as if savoring the aroma.

Here, the King of Qin could briefly get rid of the tedious government affairs and immerse himself in his own thinking and reading. The study is not only his safe haven, but also a source of wisdom.

"Tuk tuk..."

Suddenly, there were a few slight knocks on the door, and a tall, heavily armed herald entered, his armor rustling as he went.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Big has news!"

"Well, let's leave it here."

King Qin did not have any trace of annoyance because the herald disturbed his peace, but only looked at the soldier kneeling in front of the desk calmly, and nodded faintly, not showing any joy or anger.