Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Han Qiancheng clasped his fists and said, "Si Ye must have a reason for doing this."

Han Yu turned around and said, "Qiancheng, between you and me, I don't want a simple subordinate relationship. You have to understand that you are my adopted son."

"Yes."

With a sword hanging from his waist, Han Qiancheng saluted with both hands: "Since that's the case, Qiancheng will have the guts to guess what fourth master is thinking."

"I think... Fourth Master should have two plans to find the trace of Tianze."

Han Yu said: "Oh, tell me."

Han Qiancheng replied: "The first point is to test whether these people are worth using? How to use them? Who is suitable for the bottom? Who is suitable for the leader?"

"Tianze is the test for them. People with different visions, patterns and abilities will have their own solutions to the same problem."

Han Yu nodded in relief: "Continue."

"Second point, I guess the fourth master is for the Baiyue treasure." Han Qiancheng raised his head slightly, and glanced at Han Yu from the corner of his eye.

Han Yu nodded and said: "The treasure of Baiyue is not only missed by the night, but also by Tianze, and I am also very concerned. It is a huge treasure, enough to support tens of thousands of soldiers and horses."

Han Qiancheng echoed, "And Tianze is the closest person to the Baiyue treasure. As long as you know his whereabouts, you will be able to know where the Baiyue treasure is in the end."

Han Yu said with a smile: "Qiancheng, you really did not disappoint me, you have become your own style, and you have a big picture."

Han Qiancheng bowed respectfully, and said: "All the achievements of Qiancheng are due to the cultivation of the fourth master. The kindness of nurturing, the kindness of nurturing, Qiancheng can only repay it with death."

Han Yu smiled when he heard this.

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At dusk, Zilan Villa.

The villa is located in the east city of Xinzheng, built on the hillside, with a first-class location, good feng shui, not far from the downtown area, about 300 steps from the gate of the villa to the downtown area (over [-] meters away).

At the corner of the downtown area, there is a beautiful woman holding an umbrella.

She has a delicate and fair face with melon seeds, and she wears a light yellow dress with a gentle and charming temperament. Her eyes are very gentle, her figure is perfect, and her legs under the skirt are very slender.

The woman was very young and beautiful, and seemed to be in her twenties.

She was carrying a wooden strip wrapped in coarse cloth, about three inches wide and more than three feet long, holding an oil-paper umbrella in her left hand, and holding a small hand with five fingers in her right hand.

This little hand is white and clean, small and soft. The owner of the little hand is a two or three-year-old girl with pale golden eyes and a childlike face.

The little girl is well-behaved and pleasant, not only looks quiet and sensible, but also reveals a sense of agility and alertness.

The beautiful woman smiled softly and said in a gentle tone, "Ah Yan, let's go."

The young girl nodded lightly: "Yes."

The girl is still very young, she seems to be less than three years old, but she seems to know a lot of things. Since she can talk, walk, and understand memory, she has been walking, walking, and walking with her mother.

She didn't know why her mother kept walking with her, non-stop, across the seven kingdoms and all over the world.But she seemed to know that her mother did this for her.

It seems that she has become the whole of her mother, and likewise, her mother is the whole of her life.

Today, especially now, little Ah Yan's heart surged with joy. This is her first time helping her mother, so she must succeed, Ah Yan.

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At the same time, thousands of miles away, the Qi State of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period.

The land of Qi and Lu, the capital of Qi, Linzi

On the coast of the East China Sea, Confucian little sage village.

Outside Xiaoshengxian Village, a dilapidated carriage stopped slowly, and the old slave said, "Young Master, Confucianism has arrived."

The curtain of the old car was lifted, and a young boy about 12 years old came down. He was dressed in light blue and light blue long clothes, and his eyes revealed a maturity and a touch of melancholy that shouldn't be at this age.

Under the long sleeve, in the right hand, it seems to be holding a light blue hilt, which seems to have only the hilt but no blade.

The little boy looked up at the blue sky, and said to himself: "Master, it has been more than three years, and I have come to Confucianism safely. You can rest assured."

More than three years ago, Master Wuming, master of the Sword of Lightning, chose to end his own life in order to keep his three lives alive.

As for those three lives, I am one of them, the startled salamander is one of them, and the other little life... I don't know if it has successfully come to this world.

The little boy walked to the gate of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, presented an object, and said: "I also ask you two gentlemen to give this object to the head of Confucianism, so that the old man will come to visit later."

Gentleman, this is the highest compliment for a Confucian disciple.

A Confucian student smiled kindly, nodded and said, "Wait a moment, little brother."

Not long after, the disciple who had left hurried over, looked at the little boy with a surprised expression, bowed his hands and said, "Master, please."

"Thank you, brother." The little boy bowed back, and then led the old servant to the door.

In an elegant courtyard, two white-haired old men are playing chess. They seem to be over [-] years old, and one of them is close to [-] years old.

Side by side of the two old men is a young man about twenty years old, wearing a brocade robe. This man has a good figure, gorgeous and elegant clothes, mature and solemn temperament, and his facial features are full of majesty and righteousness, revealing a "sage king style". .

A Confucian disciple stepped forward and led the young boy to the gazebo.

In the gazebo, the two white-haired old men stopped their actions at the same time, slowly looked at the young boy in light blue and light blue, and then looked at the sword on the young boy's right hand.

The oldest man let out a long sigh and said, "Unexpectedly, a peerless swordsman like him would choose to end his life in such a way."

"Mencius said: Life is what I want; righteousness is what I want. You can't have both, and those who sacrifice life for righteousness."

The old man admired the white-haired crown, the Confucian scarf on his head, and the wrinkled face full of peace and admiration. He said: "A person like him should not practice swords, but should come to my Confucian school to study."

The other old man had a rigid face. Anyone who saw his face would think that he was a strict, rigid and difficult elder.

"Brother, how do you plan to arrange him?"

The older man, the contemporary head of Confucianism, asked, "Does Brother Xun still lack disciples?"

Xun Kuang: "..."

"Haha, the younger brother's expression is really interesting." The old head of the Confucian school chuckled, this is really a lively, kind, peaceful and generous old man.

After the old master smiled, he said to the little boy, "What's your name?"

The little boy replied: "My name is Lu, Yan Lu."

"Yan Lu, good."

The old master said: "From today onwards, you are the old man's second disciple."

Hearing the words, the little boy knelt down on both knees and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Yan Lu, bow down to teacher."

The old master pointed to the old man who was playing chess with him, and said, "This is your Uncle Xun Kuang."

Yan Lu bowed respectfully: "Disciple Yan Lu, I greet my uncle."

Xun Kuang nodded slightly with his old-fashioned face.

"Son, get up." The old master smiled kindly.

Yan Lu stood up and looked at the young man who was eight or nine years older than him.

The old head introduced: "He is your elder brother, named Fu Nian."

Yan Lu cupped his hands and bowed: "Junior Brother Yan Lu, I pay my respects to Senior Brother Fu Nian."

Fu Nianduan replied politely, and said, "Junior Brother Yan Lu."

The old master smiled and said: "Fu Nian, let me go on. Three days later, the old man will accept another good apprentice. Hold a formal apprenticeship ceremony for Yan Lu."

Fu Nian clasped his fists to accept the order: "Yes, teacher."

The old master looked at the light blue and light blue hilts in Yan Lu's hands, and said, "Don't use this sword until you step into the realm of comfort."

"Hanguang, although it is a sword that does not kill people, many people have died because of it!"

Yan Lu nodded and replied solemnly, "Yes, teacher."