It's dawn all night.

The overflowing cold wind is shining with the newborn sun.

The mottled ancient city walls became warmer again.

In the courtyard, Bai Qi and Sima Jin were sitting in the corner, gathering endless yin energy.

A faint layer of cold mist had already condensed above the stone statue.

On the side of the stone platform, Zhao Xicheng picked up the pen and engraved the script in his hand, while looking at the figure who was scanning Wu Anjun with his own light.

Wu'an Jun is really resurrected.

Although, Mr. Chunqiu said that he only lived halfway.

But Zhao Xicheng looked at it and it was clearly not much different from living.

Even because he was a stone man, the stone man was tireless and powerful. In addition, Mr. Chunqiu taught him the method of practicing Taoism, and the Lord Wu'an would definitely be better than the past.

"What are the pros and cons of this for Daqin?"

Zhao Xicheng's emotions were complicated.

On the stone platform, Li Chunqiu continued to write on the bamboo slips and outlined them wantonly.

Among the thousands of years of memory he has obtained, there are 129,600 methods of practicing Taoism that are not as good as the stream. He cannot write down all the interesting ones in it.

As for the details, there are countless swords, fists and feet.

What Li Chunqiu is now writing is the general outline of the two martial arts schools in the world compiled by the Second Emperor Dynasty.

The "Martial Classic" captures all the martial arts and techniques in the world, and lists various weapons and Taoist techniques.

This is a complete record of Li Chunqiu's memory.

Just as Li Chunqiu wrote, Zhao Zheng and the Meng brothers walked in.

Compared to the Montessor brothers, Zhao Zheng's face was much paler, but his face still had a smile.

Because he succeeded.

His sword of the emperor has found its charm.

When he was holding the sword yesterday, he really found the feeling of "waving the sword to strike the clouds, and the princes came to the west."

"Meet Master!"

"Meet sir!"

The ink brush in Li Chunqiu's hand kept saying lightly:

"Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi, the sword path has not been completed, and we will continue to go out of the city to practice swords today."

"promise!"

The Montessori brothers bowed and then turned around and left immediately.

Seeing Zhao Zheng's power of his sword yesterday, they became more concerned about practicing swordsmanship.

In the courtyard, Zhao Zheng was the only boy left.

Li Chunqiu glanced at Zhao Zheng and said:

"Zhao Zheng, come forward."

Zhao Zheng took a step forward after hearing this.

Li Chunqiu dipped ink with his right hand and pointed his left hand at the side of his tired book:

"Today, you need to read all these thirty-six sword scores."

"You have already seen the path of swordsmanship, but you need to learn hundreds of swordsmanship to get to the next level."

"Students obey orders!"

Zhao Zheng walked to the wall-like Shujian and sat down. Only then did he notice that there were two stone statues standing beside him, gusts of cold wind blew out from the stone statues, disturbing the fog in the courtyard.

That's it?

Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment, and he glanced at his master in confusion.

After seeing that the master did not respond, he slowly picked up a volume of the book from the pile of books. He glanced at the name of the book engraved on the book.

"Fengyu Sword Book!"

Zhao Zheng stretched out the bamboo slips and read them.

But Zhao Zheng and Zhao Xicheng were like that, while watching the work in their hands, they looked at the two stone statues in the distance.

The sound of wind surging above the stone statue.

The sound of seal carving of swords and pens and bamboo slips.

The sound of writing between a simple brush and a simplified calligraphy.

There is also the sound of flipping the book.

For a long time, there were quiet but not noisy sounds in the courtyard.

Until Bai Qi slowly opened his eyes again, a wave of air overflowed, disturbing the tranquility in the courtyard.

The momentum around him became more and more solid, and the yin energy was bursting.

The already majestic stone body is surrounded by cold air.

He stood up slowly, Bai Qi bowed to Li Chunqiu and said, "Mr. Chunqiu, the years have no trace, so I want to see Xianyang City."

Li Chunqiu kept muscular pen in his hand, just glanced at him.

"Chang Wei!"

As Li Chunqiu's voice slowly rang, Chang Wei, dressed in a long robe, walked in.

Li Chunqiu raised his hand that had not held the pen and pointed to the stone statue and said:

"Take Wu'an Jun to see Xianyang City!"

Wu'anjun?

Chang Wei's heart thumped and he turned to look at the stone statue.

Zhao Zheng also suddenly raised his head.

There is only one Wu'anjun in the Qin Dynasty - Bai Qi.

Li Chunqiu took a light breath and dipped it ink again.

"Life and death, the past is gone, and grudges cannot be found again."

"Get up, know!"

A worship of the stone statue.

"Go!"

Li Chunqiu started writing again.

At this time, Chang Wei, who was beside the stone statue, bowed and made a gesture of invitation.

Bai Qi walked out of the courtyard with the clouds and mist.

The sun shines on his body.

The iron armor is still there, and the killing god will never grow old.

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The wind blew across the streets of the ancient city.

Bai Qi followed Chang Wei on the main road of Xianyang City, and the public men and Guizhou heads on both sides looked from afar.

Chang Wei, the head of the servant of the immortal mansion, brought out another stone man.

However, it seems that this stone man is much smaller than the nine stone man in the west of Xianyang City.

Bai Qi completely ignored everyone's gaze and landed step by step on this familiar street.

In the past, every time he returned from a victory in the war, the King of Qin would welcome him back on this avenue.

But now the King of Qin has been lost.

Looking up, I picked up flowers in the morning and evening, it was really a change of things and people.

"The King of Qin has passed away?"

Bai Qi's voice was hoarse and vigorous.

“It’s been more than two months.”

"It is difficult to achieve karma, but it is difficult to obtain virtuousness; it is difficult to obtain virtuousness, but it is difficult to use; it is difficult to use it, but it is difficult to take responsibility."

"Your Majesty, if it were the Battle of Changping in the past, you would never hesitate, and the world would be one."
To be continued...