Daqin: Start as a thief and pick up the corpse Empress Dowager of Qin

The old man in sheepskin rubbed his back on the tree before replying, “One of you will learn horizontal swordsmanship, and the other will learn longitudinal swordsmanship.” ”

“The sword art is different, why do you want to keep your hand?”

The cold man looked directly at the old man and spoke, “My talent is stronger than him, if you don’t keep your hand, why can’t I kill him?” ”

The old man smiled slightly and did not answer.

“I came today not to argue with you, I came to ask you to use trigrams to divinate the position of the Empress Dowager of the Qin Kingdom.”

The old man still did not speak or look at him.

Just looked up at his free-range sheep.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth and shouted: “Female doll, don’t move those sheep, be careful of hurting!” ”

Next to those white sheep there was a red figure.

Long whip wrapped around the waist, long charming.

When the woman heard the old man shouting at her, she stopped driving the sheep.

Walking behind the cold man, he smiled charmingly: “Don’t worry, old man, I won’t hurt your sheep.” ”

The old man touched his beard and smiled and nodded.

“Let’s go!”

The cold man did not say it a second time, turned around and left.

The woman in red hurriedly chased after him: “Master Wei Zhuang, he hasn’t helped you divination, why did he leave?” ”

Wei Zhuang’s footsteps did not stop, his head did not turn back, and his speed did not decrease: “If he agrees, he will not talk to you!” ”

The woman in red thought thoughtfully, nodded and left with her.

Suddenly, Wei Zhuang spoke again: “Those sheep, don’t touch them next time, you can’t beat them!” ”

The woman in red was stunned in place, and stiffly looked back at the docile white sheep and the old man who was asleep again.

The land of Qilu, the city of Songhai, the Little Sage Zhuang.

The estate faces the sea.

An old man in a Confucian robe sat alone in the courtyard, holding an old roll of bamboo in his hand and looking at it carefully.

The old man has a childlike appearance and a goatee.

The eyebrows are extremely long and have reached the sides of the cheeks.

The whole person sat there as if he was one with the surrounding environment.

People don’t feel his presence.

This is the power of the avenue!

The whole person seems to be integrated with the avenue.

He’s sitting there, and you can’t spot him.

He wasn’t there, but he seemed to be everywhere.

The bamboo simple is no more than a hundred words.

He held it in his hand and had been looking at it for a whole day.

“Uncle Master.”

A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe walked over with a tired face.

He saluted the old man respectfully.

The old man in the Confucian robe put down the bamboo Jian and looked up at him.

That moment!

This look!

The surrounding dead grass was reborn, and the leaves fell in the air.

The middle-aged man felt that the fatigue of many days had been swept away, and he was suddenly energetic.

“What’s the matter?”

After taking a look, the old man lowered his head to carefully study the bamboo stick in his hand, and said softly.

“Uncle, the Empress Dowager of the Qin Kingdom has disappeared, and now the whole world is looking for it, do we also send some people?”

The old man in the Confucian robe collected the bamboo Jane and slowly stood up.

With his movements, the trees in the courtyard bent down, and the hundred grass bowed their heads.

The sound of the waves in the distance.

It was as if his every move could resonate with heaven and earth.

“Fu Nian.”

“The disciple is here.”

The middle-aged man answered.

“Remember, meditate, speak, walk, ask.”

The old man said four quiet words in a row.

The middle-aged man named Fu Nian muttered repeatedly, and said clearly: “The disciple understands. ”

The old man nodded, seemingly extremely satisfied with his understanding and character.

“To fight is not to fight. If you don’t argue, you will fight. I have no dispute with Confucianism, do you understand? ”

“The disciple understands.”

The old man nodded lightly: “Well, go, do what you have to do, take care of what you should manage.” ”

“Yes! The disciple withdrew. ”

Fu Nian saluted and walked out slowly.

As soon as he left the hospital, he saw a young and handsome Confucian-robed boy leaning against the inside of the pavilion, looking lazy and casual.

Fu Nian walked over and persuaded him: “Zifang, pay attention to your posture, otherwise Uncle Junior will reprimand you again when he sees it.” ”

When the young man heard this, he directly put his legs on the seat, and said indifferently: “Uncle Junior has not trained me for a day or two.” I just flew in the sky, and if he wanted to train me, he could still find a way to train me. Since they are all training me, why don’t I make myself comfortable first? ”

Fu Nianguan smiled and shook his head helplessly: “Your mouth can’t talk about you for your brother.” ”

Zhang Liang was not proud, but said: “Uncle Master’s way of Confucianism has improved again. ”

“Good.”

Zhang Liang said again, “Can there be an image of entering the saint?” ”

Fu Nian shook his head slightly: “This is not something I can see through now.” ”

After saying that, the two turned back together and looked at the old man in the courtyard who seemed to be integrated with heaven and earth.

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