When Zhao Qing's original body was watching many sword scores in the Lu Family's ancestral library, taming the ancient sword with the "Steering Spirit Sword Skill" and counting nearly 100 billion yuan of harvests, her other clone in Changling took advantage of Ye Celen's identity and entered the Qin Palace Sword Library on the grounds of examining the famous swords required by the sword club and practicing "Sword Control Intention".
Because the stone ball attacked the military port, the sword meeting for nearly two days was interrupted by the death of Lilingjun. It did not ended hastily. Instead, it received high attention from Emperor Yuanwu. According to the insights in the "Suggestion Letter": Open gathering and communication is actually one of the best ways to improve your cultivation.
Xuanying Hall in the northwest corner of Changling Palace is hidden behind the nine-level eaves, and thin frost accumulates on the bluestone steps.
This seemingly ordinary three-story temple is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. The black iron layer is mixed with the "Spirit Lock Wall" refined with heavy lead. It is secretly poured into the blue brick wall. Even the wind chimes at the eaves are hung with black jade talismans engraved with the word "Zhen".
When the blue shirt envoy guarding the hall pushed open the sinking iron gate, the turtle and snake runes on the bronze lamp lit up one after another, illuminating the iron birch frames on both sides facing the dome - in the entire sixteen seven-layer grille, 36,000 volumes of "Han, Zhao and Wei Famous Sword Book" shone with a cold light in the dark blue phosphorescence.
Bypassing the nine green jade tables filled with bamboo slips, the entire wall behind was cast into a sword box, and dense grooves were filled with the master's swords seized after the fall of the three dynasties. The scabbards were either wrapped in dragon skins or embedded with star sand. The jade plaques on the tail of the sheath were engraved with the original owner's name: Han Zhaoli Hou, Wei Wuzhu Dazhu Shen Tuhei...
The sword of the Destroyer became a spoil here, and the sword spikes still had dried blood scabs.
The uppermost "Xingcheng Yue" is all green, the sword body is like a crescent moon, and the blade faces the phantom of butterfly dances. It is said that it is the natal sword of Han Jiangpeng, who once set up a seven-level maze on the Taihang Xing Road; the "Blood Chiwen" blade below is like a sawtooth, and the dark red marks record that the blood of Qin soldiers drank seven thousand Qin soldiers when the city of Handan was broken; the three pairs of scarlet pupils suddenly opened in the shadows, which should be the "six-eyed" magic sword wrapped in a cocoon by a spell. The main one is the last Zhongshan King who has refined all the relatives of the dynasty; the four-inch Zhao Jian "breaking jade" was awakened by the wandering sword energy, and the light green crystal condensed on the sword body was flowing down the hilt of the Kuilong pattern...
When Ye Celen, who was disguised as Zhao Qing, walked into the sword wall within five steps, the 473 ancient swords began to tremble at the same time. The buzzing sounds they made could cause the eardrums of cultivators below the sixth level to crack.
Between the eight-edged beams and pillars wrapped in black gold wire, the runes on the ground were wandering like living creatures. The seal scripts of Zhenling, which were portrayed in cinnabar mixed with malachite powder, were extinguishing with her breathing.
"boom!"
A dark and broad green sword suddenly burst out with a tiger roar. The two insects and birds on the "Yecheng" on the sword ridge are as bright as molten gold - this is the "tiger roar" sword of the general of Wei State Jin Bi. In the past, the Qin army flooded Daye, and Jin Bi personally led the dead soldiers to drill through the nine-layer deer fortress, and the sword tip drank all the blood of the eight hundred soldiers in Zhaowu Camp.
At this moment, the scarlet crystals condensed in the sword grid suddenly exploded, but were tied back into the sheath by the blood-colored chains transformed by the beams and pillars.
The roar of a sheathless dagger suddenly became sharp.
Zhao Qing raised his hand and pressed it quietly. The true energy ripples from his sleeve stroked across the sword body. The two-inch-long gap suddenly shone with a purple-green luster. A hundred years ago, a Korean grandmaster knocked with his finger bones before his death. There is still a cracked Xuanyin true fire remaining, which will last forever.
The rune lamp suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and seventeen golden locks hang down from the top of the palace, forcibly suppressing the restless sword group.
Zhao Qing took another step forward and saw that Zhao Kuo, who had shined with the nineteen cities, was still struggling in the diamond grid, revealing the unyielding pride of Qingyang Sword Tower. Countless natural golden threads overflowed on the surface of the sword hilt, forming a three-legged golden toad-like pattern, swallowing and spitting out the light like a corona.
The Hanjiang Qianxue Sword, which was also recommended by Xue Wangxu, was completely buried deep in pure ice crystals, and was extremely strong. It was difficult to see the pure white inside. It was like a sword body made of snow. You can only feel the extremely cold air like ribbons lingering around it.
These famous swords whose national name has been erased are like poisonous insects trapped in amber, and even the mirage beads embedded in the central pillar cannot reflect their peak at their peak - after all, each sword has penetrated through mountains and rivers and cut off the royal flag.
"All good swords, deeply remembering the traces of the previous masters. The imprint of the natal energy still exists, and they can all be used as nourishment for my cultivation... Four hundred and seventy-three swords are the memory fragments of at least four hundred and seventy-three masters, the essence of sword intent, and the rhyme of the golden road..."
Zhao Qing sighed lightly in his heart, but his expression was quiet. He just asked the blue-shirt worshiper for the past history and achievements of these famous swords with a calm expression.
He was not suspected of being a entrusted to the palace. After all, Ye Celen, as the head of the Supervisory and Heavenly Department, has a very high status in the Qin Dynasty and has outstanding achievements. He is far above the peak of the sixth realm of his ordinary sixth realm. He could have applied to the Palace Sword Library to observe and practice through compliant procedures. It is only strictly forbidden to bring these famous swords out of the palace.
In fact, considering that there are not many people who practice the skills of the Han, Zhao and Wei dynasties in the Great Qin Dynasty, the adaptation rate of these natal swords is quite low and their value is limited. Many times, they are even lent to Lingxu Sword Sect and Minshan Sword Sect, and are under the supervision of the elders of these two sects as the privilege of the dynasty to Gaozong.
Therefore, the blue-shirt worshiper did not always accompany "Ye CeLeng", but allowed her to visit herself in the sword library. She only told her about how to screen and check the corresponding biography of the famous sword, and said that she should not pull out multiple master swords at the same time, so as not to cause a riot of the sword will.
Amid the trembling sound of the faint blue phosphorus fire and the ancient sword, Zhao Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly.
When the footsteps of the blue shirt sacred disappeared into the third rune restriction outside the Shentie Gate, the true energy dormant in her sleeve suddenly turned into a thousand strands of gossip, spreading along the gap between the turtle and snake rune on the bronze lamp.
"Buzz--"
The moment the sword was unsheathed, the golden toad pattern of the hilt hilt burst out from thousands of golden threads. These light threads containing the supreme meaning of the "Sunwheel Light Heaven Sword Sutra" were climbing along the black iron beams and pillars, like the scorching sun, illuminating the entire sword wall like a furnace, and seventeen golden locks were stretched into a bow full of strings in the air.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The trembling frequency of the 473 ancient swords on the entire sword wall suddenly accelerated, and the cinnabar seal script wandering on the rune floor tiles was like a group of alarmed snakes, twisting towards Zhao Qing's feet.
The mirage beads on the top of the palace suddenly projected out of the seventh level of illusion, the mystery of Taihang Xingdao, the blood and fire at the head of Handan City, the floating corpse of Daye Shuize, the resentful soul of Changping's pit, and the crying before King Zhao Liu committed suicide to sacrifice his life to his country... The remaining memory fragments of the ancient sword boiled and rolled under the suppression of the magic circle.
Taking advantage of the disturbance of the sword intent, Zhao Qing's right fingertips passed by the ridge of the Yaoguang Sabre. The jade toad at the end of the sheath spit out a ray of golden light, just like the thin frost melting from the eaves dripping from the blue bricks. In the ripples of vitality that were stimulated in a moment, a blue-tailed magpie curled up in the shadow of the chubby kiss of the Xuanying Palace suddenly flapped its wings.
"call out--"
It gently patted its wings, quietly passed through the nine palaces, and flew towards the sanitary yard behind the northwest imperial kitchen workshop. Deep in the palace, several ditches led to a river nearest outside the palace. The source of the ditch stream was several square wells, and there were many clothes, bedding and other items that needed to be washed were piled up next to the well.
The sound of slurry and pounding beside the square well became increasingly dense, and the blue-tailed magpie gathered their wings and fell on a pile of plain yarn to be washed.
An elderly palace maid with dirty clothes on her body was beating a middle-clothed dress stained with medicine. Every time she raised the wooden pestle, the wrinkles reflected in the well water seemed to be deeper, until the magpie hovered over her scattered white hair, and the tip of her beak tapped out a rhythm of three long and two short.
"Tsk!" When the soapcorn water was flowing through her cracked ankles along the ditch and stream, a drop of ice water mixed with the sword evil fell into the trunk groove of the pounding clothes. The old palace maid's turbid pupils suddenly contracted. She pretended to bend over to rub the clothes, but the calloused palms accurately clamped the ice crystals thrown by the blue-tailed magpie.
The extremely cold crystal slowly melted in her body temperature, revealing a secret text outlined with silk-like sword energy.
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On the same long night, in the Liling Mansion, which still echoed with crying and sacrifices, in the study room with many classics on the eve of the previous year, Lu Siche stood silently in the position where he stood, touching the cold Lingxi jade talisman, his eyes turned to the empty seat of the Lord's Chair, and his heart couldn't help but feel sad.
As for now, he imitated his ancestors' actions to support the Qin Emperor ascend the throne and invested heavily in the strategy of Lilingjun, the Chu hostage, which can be said to be a complete failure. In order to silence him, he had to add the most critical fire to the death of the Lord.
"Crash--" Ye Feng rolled up half-open silk, awakening the strategist who was trapped in memories. He leaned over to pick up the scattered bamboo slips, and his eyes swept over the ink traces that "the loser is lost," "the profit is gone and the intercourse is sparse", and the corners of his mouth are holding a self-deprecating curve.
After nine years of operation, he used all his ancestors' skills to support the dragon, turning half of his wealth into dead soldiers raised in the Lilingjun Mansion, secret letters connected by the court, and lobbying cars by the various countries. However, he did not expect that the Chu prince's ability was even less than one or two of the old Qin Emperor.
Like Lu Siche, who plays the role of a major investor and a core staff member, controls the entire mansion and countless business in detail for the Lord. Naturally, he does not value Li Lingjun's true morals and ethics. He only needs to play a gentleman outsider to create a suitable political image.
But what he was most taboo in his heart was that the "June" recently showed the character of "destroying bridges across the river". Under the heavy pressure of external forces, he decisively broke with the disciples who had made achievements, and regarded him as a abandoned son without any emotion. His loyalty and hard work were so vulnerable in the face of absolute strength and interests.
Since then, Lu Siche has understood that Lilingjun is not a truly qualified politician after all. Whether he forgot to hide this cold and cold nature in front of him, or he has been ready to settle his own group of people afterwards, it shows his immaturity and lack of vision.
Therefore, this morning, seeing that the most "loyal" Zhong Zheng in the mansion was severely damaged by Xu Fu, while Li Lingjun could only be submissive and asked to kill Zhong Zheng later, Lu Siche finally made up his mind to choose to withdraw from this failed investment, while ensuring his safety and future as much as possible.
"Your Majesty, don't blame me for being cruel." Lu Siche whispered: "In this chaotic world, I am just for the survival of the Lü family." He raised his eyes and looked out the window. The sky was dark, but he didn't know where the future direction was. Liling Jun is dead, where should he go next?
The Qin Dynasty was still turbulent, and Yuanwu and Zheng Xiu were in endless ways, but the remnants of Bashan Sword Field were still hidden in the dark. He understood that he had to find a new support as soon as possible or re-arrange it.
Just as Lu Siche was in deep thought, a rhythmic knock on the door suddenly came outside the study. This sudden sound broke the silence of the night and also made his thoughts stop suddenly. His natal sword suddenly condensed in his palm: "Who?"
"It's me, Ye Xiao." The person behind the door said slowly: "Mr. Lu, it's better to drink a glass of warm wine than to soak your bones at night? Let's talk about the orphans of the protons and orphans who were fostered by a doctor in Qijing?"
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The peaks of Wushan pierced the night sky like iron halberds, and twelve turbulent streams roared and rushed among the canyons.
This natural chasm has been a forbidden area for the army since ancient times, and only the copper bells of the caravan can echo on the horse path chiseled between the cliffs.
At this moment, the eight hundred Qin troops guarding Wushan Pass were wearing black iron armor, and the yellow cotton coats on the back were shining with cold light under the torches. Since the fall of Yangshan County in the third year of Yuanwu, this pass more than 60 miles away from Hangu Pass has become the last iron gate in the southern border of the Great Qin.
It uses a city wall in the traditional sense: at the gaps on the beams on both sides of the mountain, a five-meter-wide iron-clad wood is connected to the mountain rock, and the crossbow platform on the top is poked out like the fangs of a giant beast; the seven-mile stone wall extends from the low ridge, and the sixteen long wind heavy crossbows set up between the arrows are shining with a dark blue and cold light under the moonlight.
On the fifth day of the night, the bronze watchtower in Guanchengjiao Tower suddenly trembled. The crossbowman on duty wiped off the frost between his eyebrows, and his pupils suddenly contracted: among the clouds in the direction of Chu, dozens of dark blue spots were drifting against the north wind.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He pulled the wolf teeth bell and suddenly burst into seven purple flames on the top of the city.
These specially made phosphorus fire signal flares are like elongated candles when fired out. When they are blown by the wind, they disperse like countless purple-red fireflies and fly up the sky - this is the highest night police recorded in the "Beacon Order".
The entire Wushan Pass suddenly became as excited as a tripod: "The crossbow machine with a size of B is tilted for two moments!" "The horse-faced wall on the west side of the guard team!"
The sound of the command collides into the metal tremolo in the corridor of the city. The lieutenant clutched the command flag tightly, staring at the hourglass of the timing, and the beads of sweat dizzy in the iron armor neckline. From the rise of purple fireflies to the first wave of arrow rain, the array transformation must be completed within a hundred breaths.
When the garrison commander rushed out of the bedroom barefoot, the heavy crossbow on the tower had already made a sour sound of a winch, and the three hundred god-arm crossbows on the mountain were brushing and pointing to the distant sky. In the tent of the outpost that was first warning, five garrison soldiers were rotating their brass orientation meter frantically: "There is no position, the distance is about..."
The Qin army, which has been dealing with ground threats for many years, never imagined an enemy coming from the air. Eight crossbows in the west wing were raised to an angle of 30 degrees in panic and fired in a hurry. The cluster of triangular armored arrows tore open and roared in the cold wind. But when they left the string, everyone was surprised to have miscalculated the height.
The Chu people's flying kite group has fully appeared at this moment. The iron bone and skinned giants with a wingspan of more than five feet are arranged in a wedge-shaped array, and the height is more than 70% higher than the maximum range of the crossbow arrows. The first round of volleys fell down thousands of feet away from the kite group, and penetrated into the solid soil on the northern foot of Wushan in vain.
"The parabolic trajectory has been corrected!"
The crossbowman quickly swung the bronze ruler to prepare for the second round of long shots, but before they could pull down the hanging knife, three thousand mulberry papers were pouring down like snowflakes. The abdomen of the giant kite in front was engraved with Dou Da Chu seals, and the phoenix head emblem drawn from the golden lacquer made people's eyes hurt.
The leaflets falling on the roof of the arrow tower still had the fragrance of pine smoke and ink, and were instantly blown away by frost at the moment of touching the ground, and it clearly stated:
"The Great Chu Secretariat's Office announced Qin Bang's letter - you and others sent 327 dead soldiers to burn our workshop arsenal on the night of October Bing and assassinate my important minister, the emperor's heir. Such ghost tricks only make the world laugh..."
"The heaven and earth have a foundation, and human relations are in order... In the past, the alliance between Lushan is still in my ears, but I even abandoned my blood and swore to abandon my old shoes... Now I sent Tianyuan to issue an edict to pay 120,000 taels of gold and 3 million pieces of silk within a few days. If the deadline is exceeded, the thunder and fire in the sky will fall to Changling. Don't say that you are not prepared for what you say!"
Guan Chengshu's knuckles holding the leaflets clattered, and the golden phoenix patterns on the corners of the paper were shining coldly under the torch.
The east sky has turned white, and the flying kites who have submitted their proclamations are climbing rapidly with the help of the morning rising airflow and hidden into the depths of the clouds and fog. The wolf smoke at Hangu Pass has not yet been lit, and the sound of the rushing water of Wushan seems to have mixed into the sound of the caravan's copper bells.
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Happy Lantern Festival
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