Time flies, and before I know it, the sun above my head has set in the west.

In the sunset, Zhao Zheng's shadow was very long, but the long sword in his hand was still constantly picked up and slashed.

But apart from the dripping sweat, only the grass and trees in front of the sword swayed slightly.

However, Meng Tian drew his sword and slashed out a faint sword energy, which had already cut off the grass before the wooden sword.

However, Meng Yi was no longer obsessed with chopping, and a wooden sword almost danced out of his hands.

Meng Yi and Meng Tian are ultimately from the general family. Both of them are six years old and their toys are all kinds of weapons.

Slashing, snatching, snatching, smearing, wiping, lifting, and snawing are all extremely skillful.

Meng Yi's sword skills in this world can indeed be called a long sword like the wind.

Unfortunately, perhaps because he had been practicing sword skills before, he had too deep memory, so he was not as obvious as Meng Tian's progress.

In the distance between the three, Li Chunqiu leaned against the white tiger and sat in the grass, blowing the cool breeze above the twilight curtain.

"how?"

Li Chunqiu gently touched the white tiger with his hand and pointed to the three people in the distance and said.

"roar!"

Baihu rolled his eyes, looked at his master helplessly, and roared in response.

Li Chunqiu smiled. The tiger has become more and more skilled recently, and his expression has become more and more humane.

If it weren't for its still timid and unpredictable past, Li Chunqiu would have thought this guy would become a spirit.

"It's a pity that they are all a lot worse."

Li Chunqiu looked at the three people in the distance, then pinched down a blade of grass and shot out.

Grass leaves shot down the long sword in Zhao Zheng's hand, and the wooden sword was inserted into the ground.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Zheng and the other two stopped and turned to look at Li Chunqiu.

Li Chunqiu stood up and pulled up the wooden sword inserted at his feet.

"Swords cannot be studied hard, and understanding is very important."

"If you understand thoroughly, you can open mountains and break rivers with one sword."

Li Chunqiu slashed out with a casual sword.

The same weightlift was light, but in an instant, it tore a yellow-brown line from the green ground.

Li Chunqiu gently turned the sword in his hand and said:

"The sword in a person's hands is unique, and everything he learns is outsiders, and only those who realize it is their own."

Then he turned his head and looked at Zhao Zheng:

"Have you ever remembered that when you came here to study, I asked you: Why do you want to?"

Zhao Zhengyi said:

"Disciple, remember it."

Li Chunqiu smiled faintly, then inserted the wooden sword in his hand to the ground and said:

"Is it clear today?"

Zhao Zheng nodded and looked at Li Chunqiu carefully and said:

"If the disciple wants to learn the art, he should pacify the country of the world, conquer the stars and seas at his feet, open up the foundation of the Qin Dynasty for hundreds of generations, live forever, and suppress the generations."

His voice was neither loud nor small, but those present could hear the seriousness.

The long sword in Meng Yi and Meng Tian's hands fell at the same time.

This ambition!

For a moment, the air was very quiet.

It was not until the white tiger lying on the ground that he roared and broke the tranquility.

After hearing the sound, Li Chunqiu patted Baihu's head and said lightly:

"Think about it?"

His voice cannot hear joy or anger at all.

"This should be a lifelong ambition."

Zhao Zheng's voice was loud and loud.

"It's interesting!"

Li Chunqiu smiled, and waved his sleeves and inserted the wooden sword beside Zhao Zheng and walked upwards.

Zhao Zheng grabbed him with his backhand.

"Remember, what you ask for is the sword in your hand!"

Li Chunqiu's voice sounded.

"What you ask for... is the sword in your hand."

Zhao Zheng lowered his head and looked at the pale yellow wooden sword in his hand. The wooden sword was very light, and he couldn't even feel the feeling of galloping on the battlefield when he picked it up.

"The sword is dead, the man is alive. If a person holds a sword, the sword is a man."

Li Chunqiu said last, and then patted the white tiger again.

The white tiger stood up and came.

"If you can't figure it out, go back and think about it carefully, and try to return to the city with three swords."

Li Chunqiu jumped onto the white tiger and said lightly with the three of them on their backs.

"Forget what Master taught, the sword and the spirit are combined, the energy and the will are combined, and hold my own sword?"

Zhao Zheng only felt that something seemed to appear in the dark, and he was a little short of the unpredictable enlightenment.

He held his hand and swung it out again.

But nothing happened except the wind worn by the wooden sword.

"No, no, no..."

“It’s a little worse.”

Zhao Zheng took a breath and calmed down.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, and for a moment, it seemed that the whole world was different.

Zhao Zheng spoke slowly:

"My sword should be the sword of the emperor."

His voice was neither sad nor happy, but it seemed to have endless majesty.

Li Chunqiu looked at him sideways when he heard the sound.

"I've got it done!"

But Zhao Zheng did not stop at all. He slowly drew his sword and slowly drew his index finger and middle finger of his left hand across the sword body.

"This sword should be made with Yanxi stone city as its edge, Qi Dai as its edge; Jin Wei as its ridge, Zhou and Song as its Tan, Han and Wei as its siege; wrap with the four barbarians, wrap with the four seasons; wrap with the Bohai Sea and carry with Changshan; control the five elements, and discuss the punishment of virtue; open with yin and yang, hold with spring and summer, and move with autumn and winter."

The long sword was raised high, and the three-foot wooden sword seemed to have the power of an emperor in an instant.

The Montessor brothers quietly looked at the long sword raised by Zhao Zheng.

If there is really such a king, I will guide the way for his long sword.

The two brothers thought to themselves.

At this time, what Zhao Zheng had gathered in his hands had reached its peak.

"This sword is straight and has no forward, it is lifted with no superiority, it is a case of no inferiority, and it is unobstructed. The clouds above are cleared and the Jedi Chronicle below."

Zhao Zheng turned the wooden sword in his hand and slashed it down with one sword.

"When using this sword, it will help the princes, promote all directions, and power China. It will conquer the stars and seas and open up the foundation of the great Qin Dynasty for hundreds of generations."

If Li Chunqiu was a person who was not good at ease and had no power.

Then Zhao Zheng's sword was, and when he drew the sword, he was already showing his sharpness and full of energy.

The might of gloriousness is born to be an emperor.

When the long sword falls, it is like the Yellow River breaking the dam.

The plants and trees in all directions swept across, and a sword energy emerged vertically.

Countless grass clippings rose up, and the sword energy sank into a bluestone, which exploded instantly.

For a moment, grass clippings and gravel fell all over the sky.

Li Chunqiu in the distance looked sideways, then smiled faintly, "Well, nothing wrong!"
To be continued...