Xianyang suburbs
Black air lingers on the mountain trails, and blue demonic fires often appear in the dead trees on both sides of the road.
There is a barren mountain at the end of the road. Whether it is day or night, passers-by will often hear screams coming from the mountain.
I heard some elderly Qin people say that it was a haunted mountain. During the time of King Huiwen, some people heard screams coming from the mountain.
It is hard to imagine that there is such a haunted barren mountain near the capital of Qin, and neither the internal history of Qin nor the Xianyang Order took action to deal with it.
Some scholars who entered the Qin Dynasty from the Six Kingdoms of Shandong felt that the internal history and the Xianyang Order were derelict in their duties. After entering the Qin Dynasty and obtaining an official position, they petitioned for impeachment, but they were always suppressed by the successive Qin kings.
Smart people all know that there are either ghosts and gods on that mountain that even King Qin dare not provoke, or there are some secrets hidden there.
In this world, there will always be people who do not believe in ghosts and gods and have some martial arts skills. They may be rangers with a righteous mind or agents sent by a certain country. Naturally, there will also be no shortage of people who claim to be smart. idiot.
They ignored the advice of the old man who had lived around the barren mountain for generations, and insisted on going into the mountain to find out what was going on when the old man sighed.
Of course, there is no then.
They often have no chance to continue deep into this forest path and enter the Jianghuang Mountain, because they will die in the hands of the old man who was trying to persuade them just now.
When the dagger with the cold light cut through their throats and pierced their hearts, they realized that this barren mountain... had never been haunted.
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Inside the barren mountain, the mountain has long been hollowed out. Copper, wood and other materials are used as supports to support the entire mountain. The supports are connected in series to weave a rigid " "Spider web" supports the entire barren mountain. I don't know what kind of genius can design such a structure.
In a hut in a barren mountain, seven candlesticks were lit one after another, and the candlelight flickered, reflecting seven skinny figures.
There were seven old men, each kneeling beside a candlestick.
But their seats are not necessarily connected. There are two unlit candlesticks in the middle, and the white candles look paler under the light of the fire.
As for the burning candlesticks, although the candlelight cannot illuminate the faces of the people beside the candles, under the candlelight, their exposed pale arms have dry skin covered with wrinkles, and blue veins are like thin threads wrapped around their arms. Snakes look like well-preserved mummies dug out of the ground.
"Not even dead."
An old man spoke first, his voice hoarse.
His body was covered with bandages, and even his eyes were covered with bandages. There was a bitter smell of medicine coming from the bandages. No one would suspect that he had just come out of the coffin.
"Jie Jie, you old bastard is not dead yet, how can we be willing to die?"
A sharp and evil voice came from the other side, but there was silence for a while.
The remaining five old men seemed unwilling to say more. They just looked at the blind old man who was covered with bandages and urged him to get down to business.
Standing here are a group of old guys who can be called Renrui in the outside world. They may die in the next moment, so most of them don't like to waste time saying useless words.
Of course, they don't like this auspicious title, because they are born in darkness and will only die in darkness. Words with auspicious meanings should not appear in those of them who escape from darkness. On people.
"Business... Luo Sheng is going to be destroyed. Is this business?" The blind old man wrapped in bandages suddenly laughed, coughing and jokingly "looking" at the other people.
However, no one seemed to have any shock or dismay on their faces, as if Luo Sheng's demise was just a trivial matter.
Of course, it's not that they don't care, it's just that their judgment and experience tell them that the snare is impossible to destroy.
The initial founder of the snare was Zhang Yi, the former prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, the Wuxin Lord of the Qin State, but the real organizational structure was built by Zhang Yi's wife, the legendary Princess of the Qin State, the cousin of King Qin Huiwen's mother. Sister Hua Ying.
It was this legendary princess of Qin who presided over Luowang, an organization responsible for spying on the intelligence of the Six Nations and planning to break up the Six Nations. As Luowang grew, she further improved the details of recruitment, training, rating, grouping, etc. , and the net was truly spread to every corner of the Qin State and other countries in the world, and Zhang Yi was only the founder and the controller of the overall policy.
It was precisely because Princess Hua Ying personally controlled the sharp sword Luo Wen that King Qin Huiwen could safely let Luo Wen weave the huge web around Qin.
And relying on the giant web woven by Qin State, as long as the wall of Qin State does not collapse, this giant net cannot be cleared.
So no one believed this joke.
He was a little disappointed when he noticed that the remaining people did not show the expressions he expected, but what happened next seemed to be more interesting than Luo Sheng's demise.
"Zhang Yi... ahem... the descendants of that old bastard... have come to Qin. You... should all... know, right?" The blind old man, covered in bandages, spoke slowly and slowly. Coughing and speaking seemed to be extremely difficult.
"Water cutoff, if you waste any more time, I'll take off your head... Hey, I just need a bigger urinal."
A rough voice came out of another old man's mouth, obviously impatient.
"Zhen Gang, you still have such a bad temper." The blind old man, who was covered with bandages, was about to continue mocking, but he saw the old man called "Zhen Gang" leaning forward with his hands on the ground, although his body was thin and weak. , but it gives people the momentum of a tiger pouncing on its prey.
"Okay, okay, let me get to the point."
"Duan Shui", who was covered in bandages, waved his hands repeatedly and sighed helplessly.
It seemed that he was afraid of "Zhen Gang", but... well, he was indeed afraid of Zhen Gang.
However, this fear was not that he was really afraid that "Zhen Gang" would take off his head and use it as a urinal, but that he was afraid that his meridians would burst and die as soon as Zhen Gang took action.
Everyone here is over one hundred and thirty years old.
They are the first group of old people in the trap.
These seven people are respectively "Duanshui", "Zhengang", "Luanshen", "Shenshi", "Zhuanpo", "Xuanjian" and "Jingshao".
Yes, they were the earliest first-class killers of Luo Wang, who were masters at the peak of Luo Wang, and only when they reached the realm of masters could they live to be over one hundred and thirty years old.
In the world of the Qin Dynasty, the higher the level of martial arts, the longer the natural life span. If a person who has entered the first-class level is free from disasters and diseases, the natural life span is at least seventy or eighty years old. A half-step master can barely exceed the threshold of one hundred years old, and a master can live for more than a hundred years. If he enters the legendary realm of the unity of heaven and man, he will be able to achieve the status of an ordinary person like Zhuangzi. It is simply difficult to explore the length of its long life.
One hundred and thirty years old is not the end yet for the Grandmaster.
However, as the original grand masters of Luo Wang, they had suffered too many injuries during the era of King Qin Huiwen, when there were so many masters from all over the world. It was precisely this that caused the first generation of "covering the sun" to even reach the 100-year-old threshold. He died of an old injury before he could get through it. The first generation of "Destroying Souls" also died of illness before he reached the age of 110 because of old injuries.
Since they turned a hundred years old, in view of the example of the first generation of "covering the sun", these old immortals have stayed in different cellars in this barren mountain, using the turtle breath technique and the thousand-year black ice sleep to extend their lifespan as much as possible. Luowang will only briefly wake up when faced with a major decision or crisis, and this is also the purpose of their existence.
Today, they face an important choice.
"Luo Wang, how about giving it to that boy from the Zhang family?"
After the words of the first-generation "Broken Water" fell, the room was silent. No one spoke, but they all looked at him in unison.
Among the nine Tianzi first-class killers at that time, only the first-generation "Zhidian" and the first-generation "Duanshui" were the ones who made suggestions, so the others habitually obeyed their orders.
With the death of the first-generation "Sun Covering", the first-generation "Shui Shui" has become their backbone, but for this proposal... several people have some slight objections for the first time.
The first generation "Zhen Gang" had a hoarse voice and said, "You should know what time it is now."
"Lao Ai conspired to rebel, and all the countries united." The first generation "Duan Shui" said it slowly, as if these eight words were nothing in his eyes.
"Then you still..."
"I agree."
"I agree."
Before the first generation "Zhen Gang" finished speaking, the first generation "Jing Salamander" and the first generation "Xuan Jian" said these three words in unison.
The two of them looked at each other, a flash of light flashing in their dull eyes, and they suddenly felt helpless and understanding.
And the first-generation "Duanshui" who suddenly gained the support of two companions suddenly took up the support of nearly half of the seven people. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He reached out and patted the first-generation "Zhen Gang" on the shoulder next to him, and said with emotion: "Most of this generation's first-class killers have average talents."
"Yes, when did the Six Sword Slaves have to work together to fight the Grandmaster?" The first generation "Duanshui" smiled. Although his eyes were blind and still wrapped in bandages, he could hear it from his words. With a strong sense of reminiscence, "The six of us worked together back then, but Zong Zheng, who was in the heavenly and human realm and killed Zhou Shi, took away Zhou Shi's last trump card and caused Zhou Shi's complete decline."
"The 'Xuanjian' of this generation was originally quite promising, but as a result, this boy was trapped by love and lost his 'way of protection', and his 'way of killing' went astray again, wasting his great talent and ruining himself. It's a mess." The first generation "Xuanjian" criticized mercilessly, even if Xuanjian had the potential to touch the realm of heaven and man.
Which of the first-generation Luowang Tianzi first-class killers didn't have the potential to reach the realm of heaven and humans? It's just that potential is potential. To truly step into the realm of heaven and humans, you must find the "Tao" that suits you.
This is the experience they have figured out for future generations, but it is a pity that by the time they figured out these experiences, they were already over a hundred years old.
"These young people today... none of them are good enough."
The first-generation "Duanshui" sighed with emotion, but as soon as he finished speaking, the first-generation "Shocking Salamander" who had just lamented the average talent of the "Shocking Salamander" jumped out again.
"Hey, this generation of Jing Salamander is actually pretty good." The first generation "Jing Salamander" suddenly changed his rhetoric, "The talent is great. We didn't seem to have seen a genius who became a grandmaster at the age of twenty, but this little girl is still I haven’t found my own way.”
"However, now she seems to have begun to find her own way. It seems that my decision to send this little girl to the Zhang family's bastard was correct."
"You fart, then Xuanjian of this generation still has potential."
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A discussion meeting to discuss the choice of the master of the snare inexplicably turned into a scene in Versailles where successors were compared. Of course, the only one injured was the first-generation Six Swordsman.
After all, compared to them, this generation of Six Sword Slaves are too far apart, and they really have no shame to speak out. The first-generation "Zhidian" was long gone, so no one spoke for Zhidian. It was more of a group of people listening to the first-generation "Xuanjian" and the first-generation "Jing Salamander" bickering with each other.
Perhaps because he couldn't stand being beaten anymore, the first-generation "Duanshui" finally broke the quarrel between the two and roared: "After all, which one of them can be worthy of commanding the net!"
Hearing this, the first generation "Xuan Jian" and the first generation "Jing Salamander" remained silent.
For a first-class killer with a famous sword, swords and martial arts are the foundation of his career. Only Zie Ri, who is responsible for planning and using resources among the Six Sword Slaves, has the spare energy to learn these command methods. .
"Whether you are still complaining in your heart that the old immortal really left Qin and joined Wei that year, or you are resenting him for giving up the net, you all have to admit that this little guy from the Zhang family is indeed the most suitable to lead the net. people."
"Among the current generation of Tianzi first-class killers, Jingyu is already that boy's partner, and Xuanjian is also willing to obey his orders. Both Six Sword Slaves and Zhanri are impressed by that boy's ability. He has already popular."
"What's more, under the management of this guy, the Korean branch has already acquired combat power and equipment comparable to the Qin National League in just half a year. What's there to worry about?"
"Moreover, as long as this crisis is overcome, the unification of the Qin Dynasty will be unstoppable. And that also means that the snare will come out of the darkness and stand on the bright side. At that time, we will need someone who can bring the snare out. people."
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
The first-generation "Duanshui" kept panting, breathing rapidly, inhaling the air greedily, while the first-generation "Sprite" on the side gently patted his back to help him breathe.
"A leader who is a close friend of the king, has a high status in the Mohist family, has a close relationship with the Mohist emperor, is recognized by the nobles and the people, and has Zhanlu, the sword of benevolence, as a guarantor. Luo Wang has no reason to refuse."
Rarely, the first-generation "Shui Shui" released its own coercion, almost at the cost of burning their lives to scare the rest of the people, and shouted in a low voice.
"Vote now to decide who is in favor and who is against!"
Although the blind eyes were wrapped with bandages, everyone felt as if they were being stared at by a pair of sinister eyes. The feeling of a light on the back was uncomfortable.
After a while, seven people walked out of the house.
Among the high-ranking officials waiting outside the house, no one knew how the first generation "Shui Shui" persuaded the other six people. They only knew that the first generation "Shui Shui" ran out of energy and died on the second day after the meeting.
According to the usual practice, he was buried somewhere on the outskirts of the barren mountain, without trees or seals, and not even a tomb was erected.
It's just that someone didn't know who carelessly inserted a stone tablet on a piece of land, carved seven words with sword intent, and outlined them with blood.
"The Tomb of My Friend Zuo Buyi"
The place where the stone monument was erected was the place where the other six first-generation Tianzi first-class killers personally turned over the ground.
As for who "Zuo Buyi" is, no one knows.
Because it is a name that has been forgotten by the world, and even the owner of that name has long forgotten his own name in the long years.
Or maybe, the person who put up the monument just looked in the wrong place.
Or maybe...
The bleak autumn wind blew by, bringing with it a few yellow leaves flying from a distance, and a white-haired figure wearing a wooden crown and black and white clothes standing in front of the stone monument.
The lonely autumn wind blew by again, leaving only a copper bottle filled with warm wine, puffing out hot air in front of the stone monument.
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PS: To pave the way for the following plot, and calm down for a day.
Every day, I am afraid that the editor will come to visit me with a knife.
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