When I was in Qin Dynasty, I lost contact with the wave

Chapter 151
The descendants of Guigu Zongheng have always practiced two different inner strength methods.

The horizontal sword practice connects the horizontal heart method, and the vertical sword practice combines the vertical heart method. The internal forces produced by vertical and horizontal practice are like brothers born from the same birth, and can clearly perceive each other's existence.

Feeling the fleeting breath, Wei Zhuang rushed to the North City of Xinzheng.

He had read a complete map of Xinzheng through Han Fei, and noticed a watchtower in Xinzheng North City.

It can be advanced or attacked, retreated or defended, can be advanced or retreated, can be vertical or horizontal, and is the pivotal position of the entire Xinzheng City.

Sure enough, this place, and only here, is worthy of the reunion place of Ghost Valley's descendants.

Holding the curved hilt of the sword, Wei Zhuang looked at the figure in white clothes holding the long sword upside down, the excitement in his eyes almost overflowed his sockets.

"Master."

"Little village."

Judging from the stern faces of the two who have not expressed any expressions for almost ten thousand years, it seems that Guigu Zongheng's reunion does not seem to have much joy.But whether it's the excited look in Wei Zhuang's eyes or the slightly soft corners of Gai Nie's eyebrows, it can be seen that this horizontal and vertical mind is not at peace.

Choke!

Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie pulled out their long swords almost at the same time, and started fighting on the watchtower.

A burst of crisp sounds came from the top of the watchtower, sometimes crisp and sometimes dull, as if someone was ringing the chime on the watchtower for the reunion of Guigu Zongheng.

The sound of chime bells seems to be getting more and more intense, as if it is about to reach the climax of the music score, and two extreme sword intents also rise to the sky, as if pulling this area into a world with only swords.

One of the sword intents is calm and introverted, like the kingly way coming from the surging river, while the other sword intent is violent and fierce, like the domineering coming from the raging fire.

The soaring sword intent clashed in the air, and streaks of orange-yellow sword energy and ice-blue sword energy spewed out from the sharp swords in the hands of the two, as if venting the fighting spirit in their hearts.

The sword qi clashed from the top floor to the bottom of the watchtower, following the two figures, one black and one white, to leap up for the last time on the watchtower that had already been riddled with sword qi. , ended with the collision of the horizontal sword technique of crossing all directions and the vertical sword technique of the hundred-step flying sword, and the watchtower completely collapsed beside the two.

"You still like the position of Tianshu so much, brother."

"Heavenly pivot, the way of heaven and man, against it, even if you succeed, you will fail."

"First of all, Yuanfang's door, although it can be restored, is not the way to go. Master's teaching, you have not neglected."

However, I don't know whether it was a coincidence or deliberate, one after another fire sulfur stones were shot into the sky under the command of Tang Qi, the master of Qijue Hall, turning this dark night into day.

Two figures, one black and one white, fluttered in their clothes under the strong wind, looking at the direction where the fire and sulfur stone pierced the sky and went straight to the sky, and they looked at each other as if they felt something in their hearts.

"The common people are smeared, and the world is in a mess."

"There are hundreds of schools of thought, but I am the only one."

As the voices of the two fell, one after another firestones also exploded in the air, sputtering out bright lines of fire.

Well, the successor of Guigu can be accomplished without writing, but the cards cannot be dropped.

Perhaps the successors of this generation of Guigu are not as good as the successors of previous generations in terms of martial arts and martial arts, but in terms of cards... definitely meet the evaluation of "the most outstanding successor of Guigu in the past 300 years".

And in Zilanxuan in the distance, looking at the northern city as if it were daytime, the original watchtower was turned into ruins, and the dignitaries nearby were also terrified.

Han Fei and Li Si looked at each other, took a sip of Zilanxuan's specialty cold dew orchid brew, and couldn't help but think of that sentence.

"A chivalrous man breaks the ban with martial arts", the words are indeed true.

However, Han Fei was still hesitating about one thing.

Should he, the South Korean Sikou, lead his troops to arrest those two guys who openly destroyed military facilities and put them in the prison of the Sikou Mansion at this moment?

And at this moment, in Zhang Ji's mansion in Xinzheng North City
The stars are twinkling tonight, there is no cloud in the sky, and the snow-white moonlight falls on the courtyard covered with petals and leaves, giving people a hazy sense of confusion.

The autumn wind was rustling, and a fallen leaf fell to the pond in the courtyard.

The golden-yellow fallen leaves entered the water silently, stirring up a layer of slight water waves, which made ripples on the surface of the water.

The ripples slowly dissipated, and a white figure was also reflected on the water.

Zhang Ji walked slowly across the small bridge over the pond, and came to the white figure.

It was a slender figure, dressed in white, with Su Peng on the outside,

Hair not tied.A white dress with a Su Peng on the outside and a sword on the waist. The clothes look extremely simple, but if you look closely, you can notice that the white cloth is embroidered with light silver dragon patterns.

Noticing Zhang Ji's movement, the figure in white turned around slightly, his manner was elegant, his spirit was extraordinary, revealing the aura of a potential dragon.

The only pity is that the owner of this figure is wearing a silver mask to cover his face.

Zhang Ji looked at the familiar but unfamiliar figure, with a hint of excitement hidden in his eyes.

Because, the person standing in front of him is Ying Zheng, the present king of Qin, and the future first emperor, who is also an emperor through the ages!
Although Ying Zheng at this moment does not seem to have the domineering and arrogance of the later Emperor Shihuang, but is a bit young and immature.

However, it is precisely because of this youthfulness and immaturity that Ying Zheng at this moment gives people a more sunny feeling, or more affinity.

Originally, he never thought that Ying Zheng would appear in his house, but after thinking about it carefully, it was very reasonable.

Everyone knows that the place where Gai Nie, the chief swordsman and guard of the King of Qin appears, is likely to be the place where Ying Zheng, the King of Qin, appears, so all spies from the six countries who have heard the news of King Qin's departure from the palace will keep a close eye on Gai Nie. .

And Zhang Ji's mansion is the safest place in Xinzheng.

First of all, with Zhang Ji's mansion as the center, the half a mile radius has long been wiped out by snares.Secondly, Zhang Ji's mansion not only gathered a large number of snare killers, but also hundreds of Mohist god-killing swordsmen gathered. It can be said that there is no place that is safer than this place.

While Zhang Ji was looking at Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng was also looking at Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji's name was no stranger to Ying Zheng.

In other words, in today's world, anyone who can read and write will not be unfamiliar with this name.

Because of Zhang Ji, the carrier of writing has changed, turning the bulky bamboo slips into light, cheap and portable paper.

If Yingzheng was still hesitating about whether to take the risk of going to Korea to invite a Korean son to join Qin, then after learning of Zhang Ji's existence, Yingzheng completely resolutely decided to come to Korea.

Ying Zheng turned around slowly, smiled slightly, and bowed to Zhang Ji.

"Mr. Zhang Ji, Zheng, we have been friends for a long time."

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(End of this chapter)