In Beiguo City, in the palace of the First Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng received a letter sent by Lu Buwei from Xianyang City and slowly opened it.

"Master?"

Looking at the contents of the letter, Ying Zheng couldn't help but frown. Since the establishment of the Taiyin Academy, his master has almost never interfered in the Qin Dynasty. How could he take the initiative to ask him to find different myths and legends this time?

"And let me not take the initiative to contact me after discovering it. Are there any risks?"

This made Ying Zheng think deeply. He was no longer the boy who fled from Zhao State. Although he was still young, he was already the emperor who controlled an empire.

Ying Zheng had thought about the origin of his master. He had his own guesses, but in the end he ended up because of insufficient evidence.

Ying Zheng always believed that his master would not harm him, so Ying Zheng would not pursue his origin.

This is also the only person he would not pursue, because in Ying Zheng's heart, he was always the one who saved him that night.

That night, all the masters who assassinated him became the only place where Ying Zheng could show his weaknesses.

Ying Zheng put down the letter in his hand and pressed one hand on the envelope.

"Um?"

Ying Zheng pressed his hand on the envelope, but found that there was a letter in the envelope.

He reached out and took it out. The signature on it was not Lu Buwei, but Li Chunqiu.

"Master's letter?"

He pulled out the letter and Ying Zheng unfolded it. Compared with the long comments on Lu Buwei's letter, Li Chunqiu's letter was very concise.

I just said that abnormal myths may be related to evil gods, and even if the evil gods of this level are in contact with them, they may be crazy if they lack cultivation.

Some people even die when they see it and become sacrifices to the evil gods.

So, let him just collect information and not probe it.

"Evil God?"

Ying Zheng tapped his fingers on the table. He had never heard of this word, even in Langhuan Palace.

But Ying Zheng knew that his master would not lie to him.

"Maybe when the matter in this life is over, I should go back to the Taiyin Academy to ask my master."

Ying Zheng turned over the envelope in his hand and found that there was a paragraph of text behind it.

The text describes the information of the "Burning Legion".

He described the matter about Fang Zisheng, but the blood sacrifice was finally blocked, and Li Chunqiu did not write about the matter of going to that world.

Because Li Chunqiu felt that if he had more knowledge of those evil gods in this world, it might have allowed those evil gods to sense the existence of this world.

"The Burning Legion supported by the evil god claims to be burning will to slaughter countless worlds and invade other worlds through blood sacrifices?"

Then he looked down and Ying Zheng couldn't help but take a breath.

"There are believers of the Burning Legion in this world, and fortunately they were discovered and imprisoned by their master."

Li Chunqiu wrote at the end: If you encounter the Burning Legion, leave immediately and then close that world, the Burning Legion is difficult for Daqin to fight against.

Finally, Li Chunqiu explained that this evil god would deal with it soon, so that Ying Zheng would not be too worried.

"Is there such an existence in the heavens and all realms?"

"The weird evil god and the weird 'burning legion'."

Ying Zheng came here for a long time to calm down, and then waved his hand and said:

"Please come here!"

But after a while, Meng Yi appeared in the palace where Ying Zheng handled affairs. As the imperial guard of the Qin Dynasty, he was always not far from His Majesty the First Emperor.

"Meng Yi pays homage to His Majesty the First Emperor."

Ying Zheng gently tapped the envelope in his hand, and the pure black light wrapped around the envelope and headed towards Meng Yi, and finally fell into Meng Yi's hands.

"Follow what the Master said."

………

In the vast Wuji Palace, Li Chunqiu fell into seclusion again.

The azure blue light shines brightly on the entire Wuji Palace, making the divinity of Wuji Palace even more dazzling.

I don’t know how long it took, but the azure blue light suddenly restrained and the dazzling light gradually faded away.

Li Chunqiu on the high platform slowly opened his eyes.

This seems to be something... wrong.

Li Chunqiu has been in seclusion for three days, but his cultivation has not improved at all, as if he was stuck with something.

But there was a thought that kept gushing out in his mind.

It was as if something was constantly seducing him.

"This technique does not seem to be practiced like this. I have been diligent when I used to fight with others. At this time, I went to retreat and practiced without any diligence."

Li Chunqiu looked at his hands, thinking.

The martial arts in his mind are not so much a set of martial arts as a seed. This seed will only appear when the Tongtian Stone Monument, the red long sword and the armor meet.

In the past, on Zhenwu Mountain, he obtained the seeds from the three, and this seed also swallowed all his skills.

Every time he fights or uses his magic power, he feels that his magic power seems to be improving, but now he has achieved nothing in his hard work.

Obviously, before, he was unstoppable when he practiced Taoism.

"Is it because I chose the wrong path? This technique is not suitable for me at all?"

"No, there is another possibility, that is, I used the wrong method."

"If I'm wrong, what about the mistake?"

Li Chunqiu looked at his hands and felt as if he was trapped in some misunderstanding.

"Maybe this technique never requires practice."

"If the man in white was really a creator, how would he practice this technique?"

“Create the world?”

Li Chunqiu recalled that day when he transformed the rules of the world of Zhenwu Mountain, his magic power was constantly increasing.

Is the basis of practicing this method of Taoism the creation of the world?

Thinking of this, Li Chunqiu stood up out of thin air, and the next moment, he disappeared from the Taiyin Academy.

In a world of martial arts, Li Chunqiu emerged out of thin air and landed in a remote mountain village.

The time here is still during the day and the sun is very dazzling.

Li Chunqiu was at the entrance of the mountain village at this time, looking at the village in front of him. He raised his head and saw the three big words "Lijia Village".

"Where did the guests come from? But do you want to stay here?"

The old man who was grazing cattle at the entrance of the village rode the cow from a distance and took off the straw hat on his head and asked politely.

Li Chunqiu smiled and said:

"Yes, I'm going to live here for a while."

"If the guest doesn't dislike him, he can make do with the old man's house."

"No, I can build a house."

"Build one? How long will it take!"

The old man said in a daze.

"It won't take long."

Li Chunqiu replied lightly.
Chapter completed!