I will live forever in the martial arts world

The people of Qin are still black.

Even the palace is dominated by black and gold colors, and the whole thing exudes a deep sense of depression, as if the dark clouds on the day were not only covering the land of Guanzhong, but also tending to sweep towards the entire world.

In the stern Xianyang Palace, with black columns and black bricks, it looked like a black picture scroll, but there was a tall young man in white standing in the main hall with his hands behind his back.

This year, he was twenty-one years old.

Looking at the map of the Seven Kingdoms hanging above the main hall, the young man standing in the center of the Qin Kingdom could not help but recall the afternoon of the day he left Handan.

"Master."

The sixteen doors of Xianyang Palace were wide open, and the wind blew from outside, ruffling Ying Zheng's white clothes and making a sound, but he whispered:

"Twelve years have passed. Where are you now? How are you?"

beside him.

It was Gai Nie, a young man dressed in commoner clothes with a plain and gentle temperament. He looked outside Xianyang Palace, looking into the distance, and said:

"The teacher is in his prime, Your Majesty, don't worry."

Ying Zheng turned around and looked at the undulating mountains of Xianyang City outside the palace gate, and said softly: "It's just that I miss it a little bit."

Gai Nie's voice was calm: "Even if we are separated by Guanshan Mountain, Teacher will definitely be thinking about you and me in other places. If His Majesty can really go that far, Teacher will be proud."

Hearing this, Ying Zheng felt a deep look in his eyes:

"I have been preparing for twelve years. Thanks to you and Xiang Aiqing, I have been preparing for so long, and the time is almost here."

Gai Nie was calm, knowing what it meant that the time was coming.

Although the King of Qin has been on the throne for eight years, he is still not able to take charge because there is still a big mountain in front of him.

This mountain also blocks the path in Gai Nie's heart.

The war in this world has been going on for seven hundred years.

The people were also displaced for seven hundred years.

Disciples of the Guigu Sect need to find answers for all sentient beings, and he has already found the answer.

That is the young man in front of me.

He will help Ying Zheng and unify the world.

Before that, it is necessary to unify the Qin State first and let Zheng'er truly and fully control all the power of the Qin State.

Ying Zheng turned around.

Six figures flashed in from outside Xianyang Palace.

"Six Swordsmen pay their respects to King Qin!"

The leader, "Zhen Gang", raised the sword box in his hand above his head.

"The black and white Xuanjian has been restored."

Ying Zheng looked at the 'sword box' in front of him and said: "The black and white Xuanjian and these six swords were gifts given to me by the master back then. The six swords have been repaired long ago and now they have found their new owners. Only the black and white Xuanjian was most seriously damaged by the master back then. I found the swordsmith of Gongshujia, and it took ten years to complete the repair. These two swords caused you and Wei Zhuang a lot of trouble back then, and they are just right now. You are here to use it.”

Gai Nie said: "I am not suitable for these two swords. Your Majesty, you can find another sword master."

Ying Zheng looked at Gai Nie and saw that he didn't seem to be trying to push back, so he said:

"Since you don't like it, forget it. However, a swordsman is imperfect if he doesn't have a sword that suits him. Don't worry, I will definitely find the most suitable sword for you. It will be yours. weapon."

Gai Nie said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Storm is coming in Xianyang City.

In the Taibao Mansion in the city.

"Calculating the time, it should be within these six months that Ying Zheng will completely take control of the Qin State and bring down the mountain of Lu Buwei in one fell swoop."

Xiang Shaolong was lying in the arms of his beautiful ladies, staring at the communicator in his hand, thinking bitterly:

"More than eight years have passed since Ying Zheng ascended the throne. Why, there is still no response from the communicator. Could it be that... I can't go back at all? Or should I really wait for Qin Shihuang to wipe out the six kingdoms?" Only by establishing a great unification?"

In fact, he already felt that there was little hope in his heart. After all, all conjectures were blind guesses.

However, if he loses even this little bit of hope, that would be true despair.

And after eight years, what made him feel speechless the most was that the bellies of the ladies had no reaction at all.

It's okay to say that one of them didn't respond, but several of them didn't respond.

This made Xiang Shaolong doubt himself.

When the ladies saw his gloomy look, they all guessed what was going on and started crying:

"It's all useless to us. We can't give you a child, Shaolong."

Xiang Shaolong probably guessed that it was his own problem, so how could he blame others? At this time, he naturally wanted to comfort him and said: "It doesn't matter if we don't have children. I don't really value bloodline. Even if we can't give birth to children ourselves, From now on, we can just adopt one. I have so many brothers, Teng Yi, Jing Jun, and Wu Zhuo, and we will raise their children as our own."

Thinking in his mind, he felt that this matter could really be done, especially after Teng Yi followed him to Xianyang and introduced him to a woman from Chu who seemed to be a good childbearer.

…………

Twelve years have passed, and time does not stop for anyone.

The children of those days became adults, and the adults became old.

Time can change many things. For example, Zhao Mu, the Juluhou who once dominated the city of Handan City, has now completely become a loner.

After the death of the old King Zhao six years ago, his status plummeted. After the new prince Yan came to the throne, it was even harder for him to enter the palace again.

Among them, Zhao Mu certainly used many methods to make a comeback, and even wanted to seize power. However, due to fate, only he knew how he failed.

Unwilling to fail, but unable to do anything, he could only anesthetize himself every day and became a frequent visitor to the Xuefeng Pavilion.

Every time he drank drunkenly, Xuefeng Pavilion would hear Zhao Mu muttering to himself:

"Back then, this place under my feet was more difficult to walk than the palace. Even if I passed here, I would have to take a detour. As a result, more than ten years later, this place that was regarded as a thunderstorm and I dared not cross it, I come here every day, and the palace …But it’s no longer easy to get in.”

He was so drunk that the purple and gold crown could not restrain his gray and white hair. It fell down, lying on the table and whispered:

"Guiguzi, Guiguzi, I am finally not afraid of you anymore. I dare to come to your place, but I still want to vomit in your place... Wow..."

a mess.

The moonlight is like water, shining in the snow-filled pavilion with lights like daylight.

No one knows.

Thousands of feet underground.

Jiang Taiyi quietly opened his eyes.

Twelve years of seclusion.

He finally used that period of ordinary life as inspiration, and with the help of the energy from the center of the earth, he completely condensed the nine bright red and blood-like evil spirits in his soul, forming nine blood-red circles in front of him, like stars orbiting. Seeds as bright as pearls.

"These nine evil spirits have hindered my transformation into immortals. Now I have condensed them into demon seeds. Next, as long as these nine demon seeds break out of their shells and germinate, and cultivate the Taoist heart, they can transform into gods and voids. "

Jiang Taiyi said to himself:

"Nine demon seeds require at least the realization of nine kinds of heavenly ways to completely transform into reality. However, if one can cultivate the origin of nine kinds of heavenly ways, this has never been done before even in the world of immortality. It is extremely difficult. If you are not careful, you will have a conflict between your Tao and your heart, maybe..."

He thought of a practice of "viewing the Tao" that he had heard of in the world of immortality.

Once upon a time, when a mortal was striving for a wonderful life, a person came and promised to give him a great dream of spring and autumn, but he had to remember that the moment he woke up from the dream, he had to harvest something.

This is the practice of observing and enlightening through other people's lives.

For example, if you sow the seeds of Tao in a person with the most profound emotions and nature, and let them grow naturally, when that person dies, the seeds of Tao watered by his wonderful life will naturally blossom and bear fruit, and you will be able to harvest and realize them at that time.

This move is used by all the righteous and demonic monks.

There are those who forcibly sow seeds and turn them into cauldrons, and forcibly sow demons and watch Taoism.

There are also those who use kindness to satisfy what they want and make people willing to pawn their lives. This is practice and trading.