The people in the shops on both sides of Handan Long Street last night were frightened, and they didn't dare to open the doors and windows to go out to look, only to hear the rumbling tremors outside, and the earth was shaking, like a dragon turning over.

From time to time, there was the screaming of more than one person, and at the same time, there was a violent air stream that blew on their doors and windows like a torrential rain, making a loud noise.

It's as if there was a ghost crossing the border outside last night.

When the people on both sides of the street woke up the next day, they were even more shocked, the bluestone slabs on the street had all become powder, the city wall had broken a big hole, and the ravines were like fairy paper and pen splashing in the world, each of which was more than ten zhang wide.

Julu Hou Mansion.

"Master Hou, the king sent someone to inquire about what happened on the street last night, did he report it truthfully?"

Listen to those who come up from the court.

Zhao Mu's face turned pale, and he said: "Whatever you report, you are about to die, so it doesn't matter what he thinks......"

What made his face blue was not from the inquiry of the king of Zhao in the court, but a bamboo slip in his hand, which was written in a simple sentence:

"Lian Jin and other twenty-nine people defected, and left Handan last night, and they don't know where to go."

Click!

Zhao Mu clenched his five fingers, crushed the bamboo slip in his hand, and gritted his teeth: "Traitor, what a traitor." ”

But in fact, if you look closely, in addition to anger in his eyes, there is also a trace of fear that others cannot detect, because only he knows what happened last night.

"Six Sword Slaves, Xuan Jian ...... In one breath, four dead, two injured and one wasted. ”

That's the strength of the liquor store.

Terror!

Horrifying!

Such a person lives in Handan City, not to mention him, even King Zhao is equivalent to a sword hanging over his head.

"It's really ......"

Zhao Mu thought of the sentence that described the Zongheng family:

"When you are angry, the princes are afraid."

He laughed miserably.

Who can not be afraid of this kind of strength.

……

At the entrance of the wine shop, more than a dozen horse-drawn carriages came and went like a painting boat, and finally stopped here.

In-store.

Zheng'er looked at the carriage outside, full of goods, guilty, sad, bowed his head and said, "Master, these are all the savings of you and Uncle Gai for more than ten years, how can you let me take so much." ”

"The poor family is rich, and our family is not poor."

Jiang Taiyi arranged for someone to load the coins and all kinds of precious things obtained from the operation of the wine shop over the years into a carriage for Ying Zheng, and stood at the door and said leisurely:

"You are going out this time, and I can't use these things that you bring to you, but you can use them, especially those few swords, although a few of them have been broken, but when you arrive in Xianyang, you will become the prince of Qin, as long as you find someone to repair it, you may not be able to cultivate your own six sword slaves and do things for you......"

The six-fingered black man looked at the swords, his expression was a little complicated, only he saw clearly how these swords were broken, except for Zhengang, who was actively stretched out by the person in front of him and broke it, the rest of the swords were all broken by themselves after being cut on this person.

Even the two deaths and one injury that turned the soul and destroyed the gods were all slashed on the person in front of them, and they were shocked to death.

The six-fingered black man can't understand, what kind of existence is this in front of him?

Xiang Shaolong is in a different mood, he always has a third-party mentality for this era, but at this time, he saw that Jiang Taiyi's carriage full of bags for Zheng'er was stuffed with all kinds of things.

I can't help but think of my parents in my eyes.

Every time I go home and go out, the car and body are always stuffed.

No child can leave his parents empty-handed, and adults always have to stuff all kinds of things on them to feel at ease.

He looked at Jiang Taiyi again.

I found that the owner of the wine shop in front of me didn't look like a master at all, and some were just ordinary and ordinary.

An ordinary, plain, and ordinary "father".

Zheng'er asked again: "Master, are you really not going to accompany me to Xianyang?" ”

Jiang Taiyi sat on the bench of the wine shop, looked at the wine bowl in front of him, picked it up and said to himself: "Do you know why, I haven't taught you any swordsmanship?" ”

Zheng'er replied: "The Guigu faction has only accepted two people in the past dynasties. ”

Jiang Taiyi shook his head and said: "The so-called 'Guiguzi' identity on my body is just to pass on the art on behalf of that Taoist friend back then, and the Guigu faction can only accept two people, so how do you call me master?" ”

Zheng'er pondered: "That ......"

Jiang Taiyi looked at Zheng'er and said slowly: "You have not been in good health since you were a child, martial arts swordsmanship is not a good thing for you, it will only further wear down your life, and it will make you die early, so I have been thinking for many years that I am a teacher, maybe you are not suitable for the swordsmanship of the Guigu faction, but another more powerful swordsmanship, and this kind of swordsmanship, I can't teach you, I can only send you on this road, let you cast it yourself, and realize it." ”

Zheng'er was stunned and said, "Master, I don't understand. ”

Jiang Taiyi said: "Then what do you want, do you understand?" ”

Zheng'er raised his head and said with a firm look in his eyes: "I want to give this world a heavy snowfall, cover the mountains and seas, and make the plants and trees new, there is no longer a colorful difference, and the vast sea is the same color." ”

Jiang Taiyi said softly: "Then this is the swordsmanship that is more suitable for you, you are the son of King Qin, and you are born with the qualification to practice this swordsmanship, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang are not good, only you can, as long as you refine it, it will be the strongest sword that will surpass Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, and even any swordsman in the world, it represents the whole world, and it will be in your hands." ”

Zheng'er knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "The disciple understands, I hope that when the disciple sacrifices to the sky with this sword, the master will come." ”

Jiang Taiyi looked at Gai Nie and said, "Protect him well, until one day, he no longer needs your protection, this is also a kind of cultivation for you." ”

Ganie nodded:

"As long as I'm by Zheng'er's side, no one will cross me and hurt him."

The six-fingered black man looked.

Shocked in my heart.

"After last night's battle, this young man actually stepped into the innate realm, such a terrifying talent......"

I heard that last night, when this son was not yet congenital, he could already fight with the congenital, and now that he has stepped into the congenital, I am afraid that even the grandmaster is not afraid.

The point is that he is only fourteen years old now.

If you reach the age of twenty-four??

And how powerful it should be.

…………

Parting is always sad, like a fledgling flying away for the first time.

Jiang Taiyi stood at the door, watching the two children who had grown up by his side sit in the carriage and leave, and faintly the evil qi in the primordial spirit was refined a little more.

"Is this the love of the world......

He looked up at the sky, and the feeling in his heart became clearer and clearer.

……

The red leaves and red maples, the wind blows, and the rain pours down, scattering under the eaves of a palace.

Four bodies, two seriously injured and one maimed.

The corpses and remnants of the Six Sword Slaves and Xuan Jian lay in the main altar of the net.

Lü Buwei looked at several corpses, looked in the direction of Zhao Guo, and sighed:

"Brother Jiang, you really shocked Lu......"

Turn around, leave, leave a sentence before leaving:

"Prepare to welcome the son of King Qin back to the capital."

"Obey the Prime Minister's Decree."

Dressed in a scarlet robe, tall and thin, Zhao Gaobei, who was wearing a high crown, sent Lu Buwei away, until Lu Buwei left, he didn't look up, but looked at the four sword slaves and the corpses of Xuan Jian on the ground.

Sweat called "trembling" slid down his face.

But he knew that the death of several sword slaves in Luo Wang was nothing compared to the shock of the Qin State today.

Even standing here, I seemed to hear the voice of the noble and cold young man outside the palace:

"The twenty-sixth generation of descendants of the Great Qin ancestor Xianggong."

"The great-great-grandson of King Gaozu Huiwen."

"The great-grandson of King Zhaoxiang."

"The grandson of the ancestor An Guojun."

"The concubine of King Qin."

"Yingzheng."

"Returning from Handan."

"Worship the spirits of the ancestors of the Great Qin Dynasty."