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

Chapter 156 Newton: Don't bother everyone!This coffin board, I lift it myself!

"What is the law in Mr.'s mind?"

Ying Zheng held a copy of "Five Beetles" by Han Fei in his hand, but the book looked crumpled. It was filled with densely packed annotations with a red vermilion pen. There were few blank corners, and almost every page There are slightly yellowed fingerprints on the foot of the book, and there are also deliberately folded corners in many places.

And the material of this book is paper made of green sandalwood.

With the participation of the inksmiths of the Mohist school, the paper making process has been continuously improved and optimized, which has greatly surpassed the paper invented by Zhang Ji.

Cheap paper is getting cheaper and expensive paper is getting better.

And this is why Zhang Ji dared to disclose the general process of the papermaking process.

People in all countries are making paper, but no matter who they are, the paper they make is far inferior to the paper introduced by Mohism. The market is firmly controlled by Mohism, coupled with the public opinion controlled by Confucianism.

When the quality, price, and advertising effect are far superior to other competitors, it is difficult to think about success.

Of course, the existence of these competitors is also necessary, and their existence stimulates ink craftsmen to continuously innovate their crafts, reduce costs and improve quality.

Therefore, although the "Five Beetles" in Yingzheng's hands is still made of green sandalwood, it incorporates more materials, such as straw and special mountain spring water. In the hands of the Mohists, there are already some of the four treasures of later generations. It is reasonable to say that it is difficult to produce wrinkles and corrosion marks on the embryonic form of Yi Xuan's rice paper.

But this "Five Beetles" has left a lot of wrinkles, and the fingerprints are obviously caused by turning the pages with sweat-stained hands, which shows how much Ying Zheng loves this book and how often he reads it .

Han Fei also noticed this, but his expression was a little complicated.

In South Korea, although he is the chief criminal officer in charge of the criminal law, he cannot be reused.

It's not easy to meet a confidant who appreciates him, but fate is so tricky that the person who appreciates him the most is his greatest enemy, the king of Qin.

Han Fei took a small sip of the remaining wine that could have been drunk in two sips. The sweet blue and white wine seemed to temporarily suppress the depression in his heart, and murmured, "Is there a way in my heart?"

However, it seems that after all it is just a seem.

Although Han Fei had always been gentle and optimistic, he knew that nothing could suppress the depression in his heart.

boom!
Han Fei threw the hip flask with the last sip on the ground. He was obviously not drunk, but his face was flushed because of the depression in his heart.

A series of black shadows surrounded the pavilion in an instant, and six sword slaves appeared beside Han Fei at the same time, and a famous sword arrived at every vital point of Han Fei. As long as Han Fei dared to act recklessly, they could kill Han Fei here at any time .

The ultimate killing intent seemed to trigger some mechanism that should not be opened. There was a small whisper in the air without warning, and the people present couldn't tell whether the owner of the voice was a man or a woman, and they couldn't even tell who was speaking. Whether the voice is far or near... It is not even known whether the voice is real or not.

The surrounding air seemed to be still, and a net killer fell into a strange situation where he couldn't move, as if he had been cast with a legendary immobilization spell.

Zhang Ji quickly took out a special bamboo whistle from his sleeve, and blew the whistle to represent enemy attack.

A well-known killer-level snare killer all flocked to this pavilion, and Zheri and Six Swordsmen even guarded Yingzheng's body together. While guarding Yingzheng, the startled salamander also quietly pulled Zhang Ji towards her. beside.

"there!"

Duan Shui in the Six Swords Slaves "looks" at the roof slanting upwards. Although he has white beard and hair and a slightly hunched back, he is blind in both eyes and "sees" by hearing and internal force perception. He has hearing and perception far beyond ordinary people. , and instantly caught the direction of the sound.

On the roof, a figure of a man appeared as silently as a ghost, exuding an aura like a beast, quietly entrenched on the top of the stone pillar.

Although there was no wind around him, there were two living black auras floating behind him, like a pair of black wings.

The man had long white hair, and covered his eyes with two blue cloth strips printed with strange patterns.

Those present who could still move were at least first-rate masters, so it was clear that the white-haired man in front of him was a master master.

Zhang Ji looked at the white-haired man with some strange eyes, especially the sword hilt with the pattern of a fierce beast in the white-haired man's hand.

The part that was supposed to be the body of the sword was so dilapidated that it was broken into fragments of different sizes strangely, floating in the air in a posture that completely violated the laws of things, forming a simple and simple sword that still exudes a cool light even under the dazzling sunlight body.

Zhang Ji's tense body instantly relaxed. It was Han Fei's Reverse Scale Sword Spirit.

Both teacher and friend, the sword of Nilin.

A sword is a murderous weapon, and famous swords are more spiritual. You need to choose a strong master, so that you can kill more lives and drink blood for the sword. Among the previous masters of this sword, the sword spirit is the most powerful and most suitable an undead.

Han Fei's Ni Lin Sword is hosting a powerful sword spirit, who will rescue Han Fei when he is in danger.

Apparently, because of Han Fei's abrupt actions just now, he attracted the murderous intent of Six Swords Slaves and a group of snare killers, and then the Nilin Sword Spirit appeared to protect the Lord.

It's just... this broken sword floating in the air...

Forget it, not to mention that Newton was born more than 800 years ago, even if he was born more than 800 years earlier, and he had already developed a series of laws that would cause headaches for later generations of middle school students, but in the world of high martial arts like Qin Shi...

Imagine the six-fingered black knight of Mohism, Xunzi of Confucianism, Beimingzi of Taoism, Donghuang Taiyi of Yinyang family, Guiguzi of Zongheng family and many other schools of thought surrounded a blond Newton. Do you dare to beep beep more in the future?

Newton: Don't bother you!This coffin board, I lift it myself!

The Nilin Sword Spirit standing on the roof seemed to have noticed the "gaze" of Duan Shui, and the two who also couldn't see with their eyes just "looked at each other" from the air, and neither of them made a move first.

Ni Lin Sword Spirit casually stuck the Ni Lin Sword in his hand on the roof to support his body.And the sword body is broken to such an extent, naturally there is no clue what's inside, but one can clearly feel the ancient and distant aura emanating from the sword body.

And his actions also proved that he really did not intend to be an enemy to everyone, he just "looked at each other" with Duan Shui for a while, and then disappeared into the air.

However, Han Fei could clearly feel the resentment coming from Nilin Sword Spirit's heart.

Three master-level fighters, more than twenty first-class snare killers, and a hundred Mohist god-killing swordsmen... Even if he, as a sword spirit, has an immortal body before exhausting his strength, he will never die again. Might be able to overwhelm these guys.

Having such a big oolong, and being complained by his sword spirit who is also a teacher and a friend, Han Fei was full of depression just now, and he was also suppressed in the bottom of his heart by embarrassment. He rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly and smiled awkwardly. .

And everyone present looked at Han Fei at the same time. In order to ease the embarrassment, Han Fei cleared his throat, pretending that nothing happened, and generally speaking to Ying Zheng about his definition of "law".

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