Under the night.

After the young mansion among the nine ministers walked out of the mansion of Prince Zichu, his clothes were soaked.

He stumbled into his car, and kept repeating the word "resignation" in his mouth.

"Resignation! Resignation! Resignation..."

The Shaofu seemed to be laughing, and also seemed to be crying.

The young mansion was destroyed in the five years. The King of Qin was clearing the way for Prince Zichu to ascend the throne!

As for why the King of Qin himself had not officially ascended the throne, he had already begun to pave the way for the young master.

The young mansion dared not think about it.

I am afraid that the world will know about the matters in the imperial palace.

But the Shaofu knew that his career had come to an end.

Both the King of Qin and the Young Master’s reflection on him were probably extremely bad.

This is true for the career of officialdom. The slightest mistake in power will be infinitely magnified.

Especially when the old and new alternate, if you stand in the right team, you will live; if you stand in the wrong team, you will die.

The older generation of kings will not leave behind disobedient ministers, he will use his butcher knife to pave the way for the new king.

Even if it is a white bone!

Even if it is the mottled ghost rain!

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At this time, in the camp outside Xianyang City, the craftsman who was looking at the complete scroll in front of Lu Buwei slowly raised his head, his eyes full of shock.

The things recorded on this scroll are simply unheard of.

Is such a thing actually there in this world?

What kind of genius is that he has such a clever idea?

The craftsman asked subconsciously:

"I dare to ask, where does this scroll come from?"

"Don't ask if you don't know."

Lu Buwei's expression was very cold, and the warning in his words was beyond words.

The more you know, the faster you die.

Military and national affairs cannot tolerate any flaws.

The craftsman quickly lowered his head when he heard this.

"The villain has been usurped."

"If you know how to be arrogant, don't speak!"

Lu Buwei's voice was very light and light.

But he has never served as a real power person, but he has an indescribable temperament.

It makes people feel timid.

"I ask you, are you sure about the above-mentioned things on this scroll?"

Upon hearing this, the craftsman replied carefully:

"Sir, the items on this scroll, such as steam engine, printing technology, metallurgy, gun manufacturing, etc., can try it out, but papermaking and gunpowder technology, we should ask Taoists and Yin-Yang sorcerers."

"Soter?"

Lu Buwei frowned.

Those who are medical divination and magicians have always been unwilling to interact with them.

Actually, it's too weird.

"Only the warlock may know what the material is used!"

The craftsman lowered his head and said.

In today's world, craftsmen are extremely good at armour and carpenters.

But what involves chemistry is the specialty of a warlock.

These people who refine alchemy and seek immortality are the first people in the world who have seen the power of gunpowder.

Even though the first time I saw the power of gunpowder, I almost died.

People who refine alchemy and refine gunpowder are basically equivalent to using their faces to connect grenades the size of a copper furnace. How can they live?

"A warlock?"

Lu Buwei murmured.

It seems that I have to meet these warlocks.

He glanced at everyone present and said lightly:

"You can do it first."

"promise!"

Lu Buwei glanced at everyone and walked out slowly.

In the night, warlocks in the entire Xianyang City moved one after another.

No one knew that Daqin had already begun to develop rapidly with a pair of big hands gently tugging.

Li Chunqiu wanted to use his general momentum to suppress the six countries. When all the people of the entire six countries were facing Qin, it would be when one soldier and one soldier were not used to conquer the six countries.

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The night passed quickly.

When the first ray of sunshine in the world breaks through dawn.

Zhao Zheng had already walked to the palace of Wuji Palace, and he slowly stepped into the palace.

Yunyin Immortal, Wuyin Palace.

In the Wuji Palace, which is like the ever-changing one, Zhao Zheng bowed gently.

"Master!"

"Here you come!"

On the stone platform, Li Chunqiu slowly opened his eyes, with a sense of relief in his eyes.

“Yesterday is good!”

Li Chunqiu's voice was very soft.

"Thank you Master for the praise!"

Zhao Zheng bows again.

"I said I would give you a gift."

"Of course I won't go back on my word, let's take a look!"

Li Chunqiu waved his sleeves, and the copper box placed beside him stirred out and flew gently in front of Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng gently touched the copper box with his hands. The copper box was extremely thick and solid, like a solid forged by pure copper.

With a "bang", Zhao Zheng opened the copper box.

In the copper box is a sword, which seems to be cast by indescribable darkness, and all the light is swallowed by it.

Perhaps it seems to others as an unknown sword.

But in the eyes of the Qin people, there is nothing more dazzling than this sword.

The Qin people are still black, and black is the most auspicious color.

"This sword is called Mo Yuan."

Li Chunqiu's voice echoed in the hall.

"The Abyss of the Extreme Ink!"

"Mo Yuan?"

Zhao Zheng murmured.

He picked up the long sword with both hands, and Mo Yuan was heavier than the bronze sword in the daily life.

The sword is three feet six long, extremely sharp, and it blows hair and breaks hair.
To be continued...