This day is worth remembering because it is the first day of the new year.
January 1, 227 BC.
On this day, a handsome man wearing a gold-plated black robe, holding a demonic sword, with white hair the same color as the ice and snow in the sky, a resolute face, and sharp lines like a knife came to the coast of the East China Sea and lurked in
Songhai.
The cold wind blew by, and his robes rustled and danced wildly in the wind. His long hair fluttered in the wind. Although his sleeves were fluttered by the cold wind, his body remained motionless.
In the pure white, that golden-black figure is so evil, charming and domineering.
Guigu Zongheng, Liusha leader, Wei Zhuang.
Suddenly, he moved.
As a disciple of Guigu, in addition to being world-class in swordsmanship and strategy, his Qinggong is also excellent.
And he's almost always getting stronger.
Fly over the eaves and walk over the wall, and leave no trace on the snow.
Soon, he found a place high enough.
Because he could observe the entire city from here, it allowed him to find a place where he could advance, attack, and retreat and defend.
I came to a strange city to lurk alone, and there were several forces fighting overtly and covertly in this city.
The situation is still unclear, so of course he chooses to lie dormant first and take advantage of the enemy's presence in the light and darkness, and his advantage in deeper areas.
Nowadays, the most powerful force in this city is Xiaoshengxian Manor. The current leader, Wan Zhang, is a disciple of Mencius. His skills have reached the limit of heaven and man, and it is said that he is no less than Mencius.
In today's world, he is one of the few people who can keep pace with their master, their predecessor Gui Guzi.
Xunzi is one of the scholars, and he is a rare master in the world.
At the same time, there were Fu Nian, Yan Lu, and Zhang Liang under them.
He didn't know much about the strength of Fu Nian and Yan Lu, but he knew Zhang Liang's strategy very well. If these two could be on par with Zhang Liang, or even above Zhang Liang, they must be superior.
He is very confident in his own strength, but that doesn't mean he is arrogant.
He is arrogant and crushes all enemies with absolute strength. This posture is for others to see, not to numb himself. Only he knows how much he has paid for all this.
At the same time, not long ago, he heard the news that Wan Zhang was accepting a disciple as his master.
A person named "Wei Yan".
A boy who was only fourteen years old became Mencius's disciple decades after Mencius' death.
Thinking of this, Wei Zhuang's lips curved with a hint of irony.
He didn't know the specific situation, but the name was not simple.
He remembered.
As for the specific situation, he didn't know yet, because Wei Yan seemed to have been conjured out of thin air, and he couldn't collect any useful information from Quicksand.
What kind of person is he?
Can an old gentleman like Wan Zhang not hesitate to invite his teacher who has been dead for decades to come out again?
He wasn't very clear.
So he planned to ask his old friend Zhang Liang directly after finding a place to stay with these questions.
According to the intelligence, the Yin Yang Family, Luo Sheng, and that person also came to the city in front of him to lie dormant and wait for opportunities.
It seems that these forces all come from the Qin State, and they are all targeting the Confucian Little Sage Village, but in fact they are internally fighting openly and secretly. Not to mention anything else, the top-ranked killer "Duan Shui" who was previously cursed by Concubine Yan of Yandu to Luo Sheng was killed.
, Zhao Gao will never let this matter go.
Sharks are always keenly aware of the smell of blood and will come and tear into pieces any target they can.
So does he.
He was keenly aware that even if he couldn't find the illusory "Cang Long Qisu", this would be another great opportunity to weaken the Yin Yang Family and Luo Sheng.
This time I have to give them a big enough "surprise".
As he was thinking a lot on one side, on the other side, he had arrived at his favorite place.
The prosperity under his feet fell into the eyes of the eagle. It came and went quickly, and nothing fell into his heart.
Soon, he found a dirty, messy place that looked like no one lived in a place similar to a "slum".
This place is not the best, but it is better than not attracting attention. Once he finds out the specific situation, he can find a better place.
This is a somewhat dilapidated building, built of stone, the windows have been nailed shut with wood, and there are overgrown weeds around it, exuding a sense of dilapidation.
As he approached the house, a musty smell hit his face, which was nauseating, but Wei Zhuang seemed not to notice it.
Wei Zhuang reached out to push the door, but found that it couldn't be pushed.
It seems to be blocked by something.
The crimson sword light flashed away.
The door opened.
Holding the scabbard in one hand and the shark-tooth sword in the other, he strolled into the dilapidated building.
But his sword was not sheathed. Under the moonlight reflected outside the door, the shark-tooth sword shone with a cruel cold light.
The sword sounds of "buzz" and "buzz" came from the shark-tooth sword. The demon sword in his hand was trembling with excitement, and bursts of cold killing intent came from the sword.
From the moment he walked in, Wei Zhuang knew from some clues that there was someone who had spotted this place before him.
What a coincidence.
Two of the best swordsmen in the world came to the same dilapidated house in tacit understanding.
In the darkness, another sword sound came.
Lines of red sword energy surrounded the shark-tooth sword, and another line of sword energy also rose up. Suddenly, the door behind him closed automatically.
The room fell into darkness without any light.
The collision between the two sword energies and sword intentions became more and more intense.
Suddenly, Wei Zhuang moved, the red sword light surged, and the sword energy was everywhere.
At the same time, another azure cold light also came, and its momentum was not weaker than that of Wei Zhuang.
Similarly, in the darkness, two sword lights collided.
In this dark little world, it seems that there are only two sword lights left, two long swords with the strongest sword intent in the world, each holding a side of heaven, colliding together.
Through the firelight caused by the friction of the sword, both of them could clearly see each other's appearance.
Sure enough it's you.
The sparks when the long swords collided, like this bright era, flashed away in the endless darkness...
Half an hour ago.
A man with white clothes and black hair, a delicate face, a tall posture, and an extraordinary bearing also came to this long-abandoned house.
He had just arrived in this city through the wind and snow.
He came here specifically for a special secret.
He seems to be a very ordinary person.
Just like the sword in his hand, it was very ordinary and had no characteristics of famous swords.
But he seems to have a special temperament that makes people remember him in their hearts the first time they see him.
Just like the sword in his hand, it burns with power like fire and meteors...