On the high platform, white clothes are better than snow.

Under the platform, there were a lot of guests.

Li Chunqiu, who was sitting cross-legged, completely ignored the world's hot eyes, and he never mentioned the so-called "Taiyin Academy".

Although the nobles sitting below were dissatisfied, they had no choice.

In the Warring States Period, the strong prey on the weak is the iron law of survival.

The man on the stage even Qin State was stabbing fish in front of him, so what could they do?

If you don’t want to be a chariot with a mantis arm, then you should just sit down and listen.

Li Chunqiu glanced over the crowd and slowly fell on Zhao Zheng.

This lord who he once regarded as a hero had now turned into his life-savior and sat on the lower seat.

Zhao Zheng was wearing silk clothes, embroidered with a seal of dragon patterns in the mountains and forests, and a crown on his head, which was extremely solemn.

The Qin people were still black, so the whole country was black.

Zhao Zheng is naturally no exception, and his silk long suit is also black.

At this moment, the boy seemed to have his childishness to retreat, and an inexplicable heroic spirit began to show his sharpness.

As Li Chunqiu's eyes moved, everyone's wooden light also moved to Zhao Zheng.

It is this young man who is about to worship the immortal.

Envy, jealousy, blessings and pride, countless emotions appeared in everyone's eyes.

In the distance, the two teenagers sitting beside Meng Wu looked at Zhao Zheng in the distance and said, "Father, is he the prince grandson whom grandfather let us get close to?"

"Well, he is the grandson of the King of Qin, the future King of Qin. The immortal once asserted that he would bear the fate of Qin. You must be respectful when you see him."

"promise!"

Meng Tian bowed.

Meng Yi looked at Zhao Zheng in the distance curiously.

Is this young man who is slightly older than him going to worship under the Immortal?

So does he have a chance?

Meng Tian supported her cheek with her hands and looked at Zhao Zheng in the distance and thought.

Everyone was waiting quietly.

Li Chunqiu's faint voice rang slowly.

"Zhao Zheng, a son of the royal family of the Qin Dynasty, was young and intelligent, and very talented. He would carry great fortunes in our China. Today I should accept him as his disciple, hoping that he would be self-disciplined and strong, and strive to improve himself to correct China and my family."

Li Chunqiu's voice was like thunder surging.

solemn.

Solemn.

It seems that someone beats the drums above the nine heavens, which is shocking.

At this moment, the rise of the Qin Dynasty has been a foregone conclusion.

When Cai Ze heard this, he closed his eyes and said in his heart.

This is the rise of the Great Qin Dynasty, or the rise of me.

The nobles present looked at Zhao Zheng in the distance in different moods.

"Zhao Zheng comes forward."

"Students are here!"

When Zhao Zheng heard this, he stood up and bowed to the high platform, then strode from countless nobles and young men to the high platform without any timidity.

His calmness and walking in the dragon made everyone feel a little lost.

It was not until Zhao Zheng walked ten feet in front of Li Chunqiu that everyone came to their senses.

At this time, the white clothes on the high platform looked at Zhao Zheng and said slowly:

"One of my veins requires no miscellaneous gifts to enter the door, and only three bows and nine bows will be my disciple from now on, so you can wish it."

"Students volunteer"

Zhao Zheng did not hesitate at all, and he naturally knew how many people in the audience wanted to stand up at this time.

Learn from an immortal, who was the previous one?

Xuanyuan Huangdi.

One beg.

Three kowtows.

Every time Zhao Zheng bowed his head, he had been waiting for a long time at this moment.

Two worships.

Six kowtows.

Zhao Zheng recalled the first time he met his master, and the man who was controlling the fire was truly unparalleled.

Three bows.

Nine kowtows.

The ceremony is over.

On the high platform, Li Chunqiu slowly stretched out his hand, and Zhao Zheng felt that there was an invisible force to lift it up.

Everyone was watching the figure standing up because they all knew that if nothing unexpected happened, the young man would be the future king of Qin.

After he became a disciple of the immortal, this was a foregone conclusion.

Li Chunqiu looked at Zhao Zhengdao who finally stood up:

"After entering my door, the rules of the door must be kept in mind.

First, respect teachers and respect the way

Second, integrity is not lost

Third, you must not kill fellow disciples indiscriminately.

The rules of the door are clear, can you remember them?"

"Disciple remember!"

"Get up and sit beside me."

"promise!"

Zhao Zheng moved when he heard this and sat quietly beside Li Chunqiu, in front of the White Tiger.

"Today, preaching is also your first lesson, so you must listen carefully."

"promise!"

Li Chunqiu's voice was clearly heard from the high platform and fell into the ears of everyone present, and it spread through the four thousand sharp men ten miles west of Xianyang Palace.

Everyone was instantly cheered up.

If we were the king who witnessed the future of Qin before, then now this is the highlight of everyone’s waiting.

The immortal preached.

What will you say?

Will the immortal Taoist Dharma be passed on?

Everyone's eyes were filled with deep expectations, and Meng Yi and Meng Tian also cheered up.

Li Chunqiu opened his lips lightly and looked at Zhao Zheng:

"Can you know the world?"

The world?

Cai Ze and others frowned.

Isn’t this usually the opening words of their lobbyists?

Immortals also want to control the world and govern the country, so is this different from the various schools of thought?

After hearing this, Zhao Zheng thought for a while and said:

"In the world, people will live in poverty. There should be a hero who will sweep the six worlds and spread the world."

A ten-year-old boy can still speak of the country.

Li Chunqiu smiled, shook his head and said:

"What you talk about in the Central Plains is not the world."
To be continued...