When the bell sounded in the distance, changes also occurred in Xianyang City.
A hanging bamboo slip immediately rose up in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It stretched out to a length of three thousand feet. It was transformed by magic power. There were thousands of handwritings on it, shining brightly.
The handwriting on the bamboo slip is exactly what Lu Buwei wrote about Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals, which contains tens of thousands of words.
It embodies Lu Buwei's many years of hard work and symbolizes the highest achievement of the Za family.
At this time, the bamboo slips were lifted into the air, but Zhao Huaizhong encountered interference. Lu Buwei quickly invested and came out to assist his prince.
He sacrificed Lu's Spring and Autumn Annals, recited them loudly, and also preached enlightenment, which was of great benefit to the saint's practice.
His voice matched that of Zhao Huaizhong and immediately suppressed the sound of the bell coming from the east.
However, outside the Qin Dynasty, in the far west direction, there was another sharp cry, which seemed to be emitted by some supernatural creature. It was like a rooster announcing the morning, but it was sharper and more ferocious, piercing the eardrums.
This sound was also sent far into the Qin Dynasty, and the ups and downs of the bells cooperated with each other, once again destroying and interfering with the preaching and enlightenment of the saint's voice.
But immediately afterwards, another war weapon rose in another mansion in Xianyang.
The Zhan Ge rose into the sky, turned into a phantom, and almost penetrated the heaven and earth. It made a metallic sound, killing evil and destroying evil, and competing with the cry coming from the west.
This is Wang Jian sacrificing his personal weapons, unleashing his military killing skills, and also speaking out to assist Zhao Huaizhong.
Then, in the direction of Xuangu Academy, a small cauldron also rose, rotating and enlarging.
A vision is projected in the cauldron. A middle-aged man with a fairy spirit and ancient temperament is sitting cross-legged in the void. He is also preaching education and teaching farming methods. His voice is also consistent with Zhao Huaizhong's. Every word you say to me merges into a torrent.
, suppressing the voices coming from the West.
"Shennong Ding."
The saints of Great Qin worked together and successfully suppressed the sharp cries that sounded in the west.
However, after a few breaths, a billowing green air suddenly appeared in the western sky, covering the sky and the sun.
First, a colorful-winged strange bird appeared in the green air, then a huge black crow appeared, and an emerald-green evil dragon appeared. The phantom of the Dharmakaya appeared from the sky and roared in the direction of Da Qin.
These three monsters appeared and competed with the voices of Zhao Huaizhong, Mu Yangjing and others, one after another.
These changes are condensed by the magical power and atmosphere, and can only be seen by those who practice Qi observation, but ordinary people are not aware of it.
They could only hear Zhao Huaizhong's voice, sometimes loud and loud, sometimes low.
When disturbed, the sound is almost interrupted, but when it has the upper hand, it is clear and thought-provoking.
At the moment when the demonic energy in the west surged into the sky, thousands of rays of light suddenly appeared in the palace of the Qin Dynasty, illuminating the heaven and earth.
The light dispersed the clouds, like a sun, unstoppable.
The national seal of Daqin Town rose through the sky and turned into a giant mountain. The light it released contained the power of national destiny, showing the mountains and rivers of Daqin.
Incomparably powerful, it suppresses all directions.
In an instant, the demonic energy in the west fell and was completely suppressed.
The bells ringing in the east also became fainter and eventually became inaudible.
puff!
In the Kingdom of Zhao, Pingyuan Lord Zhao Sheng's mouth was red, blood gushed out, and his body fell from the sky.
"Such interference could not prevent Qin Chu from being promoted and becoming an innate saint..." Zhao Sheng's face was filled with uncertainty.
Xianyang.
The light of the state-holding weapon converged, and instead of falling back to the main hall of the palace, it broke through the sky on its own and came to the stone hall where Zhao Huaizhong was.
It surrounded Zhao Huaizhong, trembling slightly, as if it was spiritually expressing intimacy.
And Zhao Huaizhong sat cross-legged in the air, his eyes lightly closed, as if he was wandering in the heavens, with a majestic treasure.
In the Xianyang Palace, King Zhuang Xiang discovered that the two parties were fighting with each other just now, and they were raising their necks like a crowd.
When he saw the state-suppressing weapon rising into the sky and falling towards the stone hall of the ancestral temple, in the direction of his son.
King Zhuang Xiang was inevitably a little disappointed and asked Zhao Ji who was beside him: "Do you think it's time for me to give way to the wise?"
Zhao Ji said in surprise: "Your Majesty is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period. In these years, Qin's national power has become increasingly prosperous under your rule. Everyone says that your Majesty is a wise king and wise master. How could you think of letting a wise man do it?"
King Zhuang Xiang frowned: "I feel that there are many things going on now, and I can no longer keep up with Zheng'er.
At the moment, Zheng'er is preaching enlightenment and enlightening the people. What is improving the destiny of our country is the national destiny of the Qin Dynasty. The weapon of state control is the foundation of a country. The choice it generates and makes should be the wise king of the country."
King Zhuang Xiang looked a little depressed, but he quickly suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and said with a smile: "Do you really think I am a wise king and wise master?"
Zhao Ji closed her twinkling eyes and pursed her lips lightly: "Of course, your Majesty has always been the best king in the world in my heart, and he is also my man."
"ha."
King Zhuang Xiang regained his calmness and calmness. He happily put his arms around Zhao Ji and said:
"The queen understands me best. In the future...if Zheng'er inherits the throne and I don't have other things to do, I can always accompany the queen, which will be a good thing."
"It's too early to talk about this now. Your Majesty, don't talk anymore." Zhao Ji twisted her body in the arms of King Zhuang Xiang (harmony).
"Zheng'er has half a year to go before he is nineteen...it's not too early." King Zhuang Xiang murmured in a low voice.
At this moment, deep in Xianyang Palace, Zhao Huaizhong's voice suddenly became louder and louder, and was pushed out from a distance, so that everyone in Qin could hear it.
Xuangu Academy.
In Huacaoju, Mu Yangjing has just recovered the Shennong Cauldron.
"Xiao Jingjing, is it Chu Qin who caused such a big commotion and attracted the evil spirits from the west to prevent him from breaking through?"
An old and kind voice sounded.
Not far behind Mu Yangjing, three old men and an old lady walked out of the house. They all had different appearances. What they had in common was that their expressions were restless, as if they had returned to calm after a storm and looked down upon the world.
In addition, everyone has an herbal aroma.
"Yeah." Mu Yangjing nodded, indicating that the old man was right.
"How long has he been practicing?" asked another thin old man holding a dragon crutch.
"It's only been three years now..." Mu Yangjing responded.
"That's amazing, none of the ancestors of Shennong were so fast back then." The third old man said lazily.
After he spoke, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Yangjing: "Let's marry Jiang Shu to our family. A saint is impeccable and his virtue must be good. If you can marry a saint, you will not disgrace our Shennong family."
"More than just humiliation, Da Qin brings together all the fortunes of the world. Our Shen Nong clan happened many years ago. We are the ones who have reached such a high level." The only fat old lady among the four was wearing a floral skirt and spoke politely.
soft.
Mu Yangjing ran her hands through her hair and nodded in agreement.
"What about you, do you want to get married?" Another old man suddenly asked.
The four old men stared at Mu Yangjing with eight eyes.
"What?"
Mu Yangjing's hand shook and he almost dropped the Shennong Cauldron that he had just taken back.
Although she has always been calm and has an ethereal temperament, she has been in contact with Zhao Huaizhong a lot in the past two years, and has been dragged down by Zhao Huaizhong from an ethereal style to a glamorous style. She has never looked ethereal in front of Zhao Huaizhong.
The same is true in front of several elders in my family.
Mu Yangjing almost lost her guard when the old people's questions exposed the secrets in her heart.
"What are the four clan elders talking about? Jiang Xi doesn't understand."
Jiang Xi is Mu Yangjing's clan name in the Shennong clan, so she is going to pretend to be confused.
"You don't understand if you don't understand. He just broke through and was interfered with. You don't hesitate to use your own essence to immediately activate the Shennong Cauldron to help him. You should ask your conscience and think carefully about this move.
I would say that in the second realm of the saint, it is the innate saint who can already look at the immortals and demons.
In three years, he has reached the second realm of Saint. Anyway, we think we should occupy him first, otherwise we can find the second one somewhere else."
"Jiang Shu is the body of immortal grass. It is just right to be combined with a saint. This girl has been blessed since she was a child."
"Let's go, let's go home. I don't know how my little Cuicui is being taken care of. Is it watered?"
Several old people talked to each other, and after spraying, they formed mist under their feet and flew away together.
Mu Yangjing reached out to cover her eyes and looked at the sun, then turned to look at Xianyang Palace, remaining silent.
The sounds in Xianyang Palace gradually became weaker and weaker until the evening, and finally became inaudible.
Zhao Huaizhong opened his eyes in the stone hall.
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