Every time the heavenly demon descends into the world, there are many changes in heaven and earth.

I just don't know what it will look like.

At this moment, in Xianyang City, the autumn is high and refreshing.

But the sky above the Qin Palace was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. The pouring rain poured on the Suwa of the Qin Palace, and it poured it on the hearts of everyone outside the palace.

All of a sudden, a few families were happy and some were worried.

Joy to win people, with a straight face. Worried people, smiling slightly.

A few days ago, the sound of flies outside the city was still in my ears. At this moment, no one in Xianyang dared to discuss the vision of the Qin Palace.

It's just that there is a private rumor in the eunuch's house that Wu Anjun is Bai Qi summoned by King Qin today, and it has been half a day since he entered the palace.

The hall of this Great Qin Deliberation is different from the complexity and luxury of other countries, and the entire hall is extremely empty all year round, except for one person, a table, and a few bronze beasts, it is a heavy curtain.

Sixteen giant trees carved from the lives of the ancestors of the Qin State supported the slender and somewhat pitiful beams.

But even on these extremely slender beams, there are still a lot of secret guards all year round.

The Qin State has worshiped the Sword Saint for generations, and these secret guards are all sword masters, close to hand-to-hand combat, and they can completely fight with the second-grade masters of that realm.

What's more, with that stealth form, even the dark guard doesn't know how many alchemists there are.

And King Qin, who was sitting behind the only low table, was even more of a master among the masters. Under the low table, there is a perennial famous sword ranked seventh in the Qin State: Qianfu Finger.

It was enough to make King Qin comfortable most of the time.

Plus the formation mechanism secretly laid out in this hall.

In this hall alone, it can be described as Longtan Tiger's Den. Not to mention the layers of guards inside and outside the Great Qin Palace.

The courtiers of the Qin State were never afraid to go to the harem of the Qin State to talk secretly, but they were only afraid that the King of Qin would be summoned here alone.

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At this moment, in the hall, there were two people sitting opposite each other, busy with their own affairs, and they didn't care about the thunder in the sky.

Behind the low table, with a circle of white cloth wrapped around his hands, he was wearing a black water snake robe. Holding a sword in his right hand and a deerskin in his left hand, he rubbed it unhurriedly.

Kneeling in the middle of the hall was a coarse linen robe. Holding a pot in his right hand and a bronze jue in his left hand, he drank it without hurrying.

Today, the king of Qin summoned him and entered the palace for half a day, just to give wine, a pot of six jukes, a total of 16 pots of ninety-six jukes.

King Qin didn't say anything, and Bai Qi continued to drink.

As the saying goes, courtiers need to figure out what they want, but Bai Qi is an exception, King Qin doesn't say it, Bai Qi doesn't ask.

The king of Qin ordered the city to be captured, but Bai Qi never shirked. The King of Qin ordered to kill the people, but Bai Qi never refused. Bai Qi is the sharpest sword in the hands of King Qin. Bai Qi knows very well that the sword only needs to obey orders, and a thoughtful sword must not be a good sword.

Taiwei is the best example, although he is a high and powerful person, and the house is full of ears and eyes, but it is not as good as the cool room where he lives.

Although there are only three maidservants, a pair of boys, and a porter. But also at ease.

Don't accumulate armor soldiers, don't raise beauties, and don't have a good sword, the only thing is that there is something in this cup, and there is love in the pot.

Every time there is a reward, it is most likely to be spent on a few days. If you say that in this Xianyang City, who is the poorest, I am afraid that it is this Lord Wu Anjun Baiqi.

It is said that it can raise soldiers, fight battles, and get the people to gather, so that it is Wu'an.

I am afraid that Wu Anjun of all countries, only Bai Qi can do it alone.

Therefore, whenever there is a major military event, the king of Qin summons Bai Qi first.

At first sight, you can feel at ease, and thousands of horses and thousands of troops will laugh and talk.

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By the thatched hut, by the flowing water, the early sun rises slightly cold.

Butterflies stain a few flowers, and delphiniums are often accompanied by boths.

Outside Xianyang City, in the small valley, there are a few fewer buildings and a few more pavilions.

There is that beautiful woman who is picturesque, and her clothes are flying, exhausting the ink of thousands of families in Xianyang City.

There is that chivalrous man like a dragon, dancing with a sword, how many fragrant boudoirs are entrusted to dreams.

It's a scene of immortals, how can you tolerate the contamination of the laity.

On the road to fame, there are mostly fresh clothes and angry horses.

On the road to money, there is mostly Zhumen wine and meat.

Only the iron-blooded road is full of troubles and sorrows.

I have lived in this iron-blooded residence for a few days, although it is a simple thatched hut, it is much better than the original sunset pass, at least the wall does not leak wind, and the top does not leak rain.

Catching insects and repelling rats is already a habit.

The so-called laundry mattress has long been familiar.

Every day, he follows the sunrise and rests at sunset, although he is not as free and easy as those on the road of fame and money, but he is not as cautious and humble as the group of people on the road of iron and blood.

This is up and down the martial arts hall, but Xu Ao is an outlier.

On this day, it is also the day to ask questions and solve doubts, and it is rumored that the sword immortal under the Sword Saint Sect will come to the mountains to give a lecture.

I don't know how many people have been able to realize a little bit of charm.

I don't know how many people are searching for the way but can't hear it.

When Xu Ao arrived at the nameless lake where he was teaching today, he had already piled up a human wall on the third floor and the outer three floors.

Most of the people riding rare birds and beasts in the air are high-ranking on the road to fame.

Most of the people sitting in the covered bridge by the lake are protégés on the money road.

Only those who sit on the ground on the bluestone on the shore and on the grass by the lake must be disciples on the iron-blooded road.

The class is distinct, and it is a barrier that can hardly be crossed.

As soon as Xu Ao greeted the pair of sisters and brothers, he was dragged into the pile of people on the money road by Sun Xiansheng and others.

In mid-air, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old man riding Bi Fang glanced at the crowd at his feet with a little disgust, patted Bi Fang, and flew a few points higher.

In the center of the lake, there is a hexagonal pavilion, in which a woman's pink dress is like a piece of peach blossom, and it looks like snow.

On the table, there is only a guqin and a jade pot.

Presumably, she is the disciple of the Sword Saint who taught today.

Wait for the sun to rise, and the mist on the lake will dissipate. The woman looked up and drank a pot of wine, showing off her graceful posture.

The slender jade hand plucked the strings, sometimes like a plantain drizzling, deep boudoir to tell the intestines. Sometimes it is like thunder in the world, and the road is full of golden iron horses.

When the bullet hits the Xing, the lake is churning for dozens of miles. The love is strong, and I don't smell the cicadas.

After the song is finished, the aftermath lingers.

After the tea, everyone came back to their senses.

"This sister, since she talks about swords today, why does my sister only stroke the piano but not dance the sword?!"

The man riding the blue-eyed golden-eyed beast coughed lightly, not loud, but as if it were in his ears. Everyone pointed and looked.

The lake is like a blood-colored peach blossom, and all the fish and dragons in the lake are dead.

"From the day Rouge was given away, I stopped wielding my sword. After the woman got up, she bowed slightly to apologize: "What I taught today is for the sword intent, which is a little profound. If the concubine makes another move, how much she can comprehend depends on creation. ”

The woman, flying across the lake, tapping her toes. Provoke thousands of jade beads.

With a coquettish shout, the droplets of water turned into ten thousand sharp swords. The woman controlled the sword array in the sky and aimed at Xianyang. The hands loosened and clenched, after all, there was a sigh, and the sword qi was dispersed.

For a while, it rained heavily on the lake, and by the time everyone saw it, the woman had already left.

There was only a lot of discussion in the sky and on the ground.

Only the man riding the blue-eyed golden-eyed beast was thoughtful.

Great Qin's eleventh sword, Rouge.