Xianyang. Qin Palace. At this moment, Xinghun and Yueshen were preparing to meet Qin Wangzheng together with several secret shadow guards.
For some reason, Ying Zheng, who has always been diligent in his work, actually found time to summon two country-protecting mages from the Yin Yang family today.
And the person who went to deliver the order was the Shadow Secret Guard. Star Soul turned his head and glanced at Moon God, who remained expressionless and walked forward with an upright posture, as if he didn't feel Star Soul's gaze.
Luna is like a robot, with no emotion at all, and naturally no expression. It is difficult to get any information from her face, but Xinghun speculates that the other party will not know more than him.
Not long after, the two followed the Shadow Guard to a palace. Luna's face remained expressionless, and the tulle covering her eyes gave her a somewhat unpredictable meaning. Her courage, as if a mountain had collapsed in front of her, without changing her expression, made her like a celestial being.
There was a slight arc in the corner of Xinghun's mouth, although he was doing something similar to
The expression of "laughing", but there is no smile at all. At a glance, the boy-like figure can make people shudder involuntarily.
Xinghun recognized it at a glance, this was the palace of King Qin. What is the purpose of King Qin in calling us two here for an audience? Xinghun would not think that Yingzheng was idle and had nothing to do, so he summoned him and Yueshen to chat about household matters. People in high positions hold supreme authority, and are surrounded by the wealth and wealth of tens of thousands of people. With every gesture, they can , naturally it must be infinitely profound.
What happened to the Yin Yang family recently? The biggest thing is a piece of jade with carved railings. Various buildings are located on different terrains, and they are fighting each other. The secret guard guarding the gate skillfully opened the gate for the two of them.
After the two of them entered side by side, they closed the door again. The few shadow guards who led the two people here were with others. The guards were outside the door, guarding the main hall so airtight that not even a fly could fly out.
...the same somewhere in Xianyang. The residence of Tingwei Li Si. In Li Si's study. Volumes of letters are neatly placed on rows of bookshelves.
In front of a plan, Li Si sat in front of the case, with a roll of documents spread out on the table. He was writing in one hand, but he could not finish writing for a long time.
He didn't start writing until the ink on the tip of his pen was almost dry. He stared at the bamboo slips on the table for a long time, as if he wanted to see flowers from the bamboo slips.
Until a servant came in, knelt down on one knee, and wanted to report to Li Si.
"What's the matter?" Li Si was deep in thought. He was startled by the sudden entry of his subordinates, and his thoughts were disrupted. Although he was subconsciously unhappy, he still maintained his composure and asked.
"Sir, Mr. Zhao Gao, the commander of CRRC, is here." The servant reported truthfully. ... Songhai. There is an inn.
In a private room, Wan Zhang is sitting on the main seat, with Tian Yan and Xun Qing on his left and right. The private room is not luxurious, it is just an ordinary room, quite decent, but very clean. There are some ordinary dishes on the table for three people. Although the dishes are ordinary, they are all delicious and delicious, which shows the chef's superb skills.
"Two senior brothers, please." Tian Yan raised his glass and said to the two of them.
"Junior Brother Wei Yan, please." Wan Zhang also raised his glass. In fact, he had some guesses about Tian Yan's true identity, including his relationship with the farmer, but... he was old, and his end was approaching. I'm an old man and can't control that much anymore.
Sometimes taking too much care is a disaster rather than a blessing. Be a little confused and leave the clear things to Fu Nian and the others. All the ties of cause and effect have been left behind. Between hundreds of schools of thought, among temples and rivers and lakes, it depends on God's will whether the future will prosper or decline.
No matter how strong the manpower is, it will eventually be exhausted. His master is like this, his ancestors are like this, and so are countless sages from hundreds of schools of thought.
Today, there are countless geniuses, in the temples, the King of Qin holds the sword, the military strategists attack the enemy, and the Legalists issue orders. In the rivers and lakes, ghost valleys are everywhere, the magic of yin and yang is perfect, and the nets are used to kill people. They are all just heroes for a moment.
No one can escape the word time.
"Junior Brother Wei Yan, please." Xun Qing also raised his hand and raised his glass to Tian Yan. Compared with Wan Zhang, he lived a lot longer, and in this life, he wrote many works, had disciples walking around the world, and made many achievements.
That's enough. Although there were only three people at the banquet, and it was not too lively, for Tian Yan, the kind of peace and joy it brought was really difficult to describe on paper.
In the lobby, the chef found a table and sat down, staring in the direction of the private room, with a thoughtful look on his rough face.
He didn't dare to go near the room where the three of them were. All three of them were extremely skilled, and even his own Mozi wouldn't be able to make a mistake under the noses of the three of them, let alone him.
But... although the Confucian and Mohist families have been feuding for a long time, these recent Confucian
The "Confucian Xia" did a lot of things to relieve the Mo family's anger, such as various beatings and snares. They, the senior officials of the Mohist family, remembered the fact that many killers of the emperor's rank were trapped in the past to assassinate their Mohist giant.
After another period of time, people dispersed in the wine market. Wan Zhang was the leader, Tian Yan and Xun Qing were by the side, and the three of them returned together.
When he was approaching Little Saint's Village, Tian Yan used Qing Kung Fu, his figure flickered, and his shadow disappeared almost instantly, like a ghost.
"Alas." Xun Qing sighed involuntarily, his expression gradually becoming serious. He could understand Junior Brother Wei Yan's caution, but seeing his Junior Brother being so cautious in front of his house made him feel uncomfortable for a moment.
Zhang Liang's family has been in the Han Dynasty for five generations. Didn't their Xiaoshengxian Village still protect him? But when he thought about the time when the Snare Killer came to his door, he still didn't say anything. He just regretted not being more careful at that time. If he hadn't been hit by the Corpse God Curse Gu, he would have had to remove something from the sun and star soul. .
Do you really think that we scholars have no temper? ! Wan Zhang on the side was opposite to him, smiling, looking at the direction Tian Yan was leaving, stroking his gray beard with one hand, and nodded.
"Senior brother, you?" Xun Qing looked at Wan Zhang with some confusion. Although there were occasional differences between the two, he really couldn't understand the senior brother's behavior at this moment.
"We haven't seen you for a long time. Junior brother Wei Yan has made great progress in his skills. If Luo Wang and the Yin Yang family come again, I'm afraid it won't be so easy.
It slipped out of "his" hand. "Wan Zhang smiled and still looked in that direction. Xun Qing, the great sage known as Xunzi, was stunned when he heard this.
"Yes, junior brother, this skill is indeed becoming more and more powerful. I really don't know how junior brother practices. It is not an exaggeration to say that this progress is a thousand miles." Xun Qing then remembered, and after thinking for a while, he said.
Is this genius?
"It's just a pity..." Just as Xun Qing was thinking
"Junior Brother Wei Yan" was happy and excited about his progress when he heard another lament from Wan Zhang.
"What's a pity?" Xun Qing asked in surprise.
"It's a pity that I'm old, I'm really old..."