Museum of Demons

The huge black dragon's luck gradually dissipated. The young warrior raised his arms, his clothes were pierced, and even his physique was pierced with teeth marks. His face was pale due to blood loss, and he staggered and fell to the ground. The old man in sackcloth with a gentle smile said:

Is this what you said, harmless luck?

The old man blinked and said, If you don't participate in it, wouldn't it be harmless?

The young warrior: ...

I'm sorry, sir.

I really want to tie him up and smoke him.

The old man stroked his beard and laughed out loud, feeling that what he saw and felt along the way with the young man was incomparably vivid, far more interesting than that at the library guard in the capital of the Zhou Dynasty. After bandaging the young man, he sat On the ground, on both sides of the bonfire, ask questions casually, as a test.

This has also been tried in the past.

It's just that today is particularly long, and after one night, when the sun rises in the sky, in this important place in Hangu, Da Zhou's book collector and his master and disciples are sitting opposite each other, and the luck of Da Qin's black dragon has dissipated. Under the influence of the air mechanism, a ray of purple air flowed out from the east, and then spread out in an unprecedented vastness, vast and majestic.

The old man in front of Hangu Pass stroked his beard and suddenly asked:

These days, I already know what you have learned.

There is only one last question left.

Yuan boy, let me ask you, people should be like water, flowing erratically, taking advantage of the situation and not competing with the world, so the strong cannot overcome it, how?

The old man smiled.

The young warrior noticed the solemnity of the old man.

Sitting on the ground, with a solemn and quiet expression, he replied:

No, people's hearts are as strong as steel, and they cannot be changed.

This heart is not water, neither retreat nor avoid.

What if there is a calamity of life and death, and the world is turbulent?

The young man replied: If you kill your body to achieve benevolence, if you don't live, you will harm benevolence.

The old man was stunned, and immediately let out a long laugh, shaking his head freely, and there was a trace of emotion in his words:

Confucius, you have a good disciple.

The boy was silent for a while, then said:

We have already reached the Hangu Pass, and the next step is Hudi.

Where are you going?!

The old man didn't look back, and said with a smile: Go ahead and leave the customs, before my old guy dies.

I still have to see a child.

The boy was stunned: Huh?

The old man sighed: The world is as dark as a long night. I have seen Confucius, and Confucius has seen me.

Knowing my way is not alone.

In this era of broken rites and music, there is darkness everywhere, and there are only a few people worth seeing.

I originally thought that it would be a good thing to leave the world alone, but after this incident, I suddenly felt that it would be cruel to leave the child alone in the dark world alone. I at least want to see him .”

The young warrior didn't understand, but he knew that in the eyes of the old man, there was someone who was worthy of guidance and was alive.

It's like the master finally instructed himself to find the old man.

It seemed that the old man had also figured out something and was going to point out another person.

Immediately, I suddenly realized that what the old man said was me, not us.

He looked up in astonishment.

With a flick of the old man's sleeve, a rope flew out suddenly, using a mysterious method to directly tie up the young rider. The young man was stunned and struggled violently. The rope he brought, with his own physical strength, could not struggle. Open, or maybe the cause and effect are all doomed, blood flowed out from the bite marks of dragon teeth on his arm, touched the bones and tendons, his strength poured out suddenly, he couldn't break free, and was tied up forcibly.

The old man directly opened the chain of the bullock cart.

Leaving the part of the car behind, he sat on the back of Qing Niu, and Qing Niu stepped forward.

The young man said in astonishment: Old man, what are you going to do?!

The old man rode on the green bull, shaking his head with regret and satisfaction:

You have attained the Tao.

Then he laughed freely and unrestrainedly, but his tone was decisive:

The way is different, don't conspire with each other!

Yuan, the fate of you and me has been up to now. You enter the Western Qin Dynasty, and I leave Hangu. Farewell, farewell.

If you want to tie the old man, the old man will give you a fate...

By the way, in order to prevent future fluctuations in fate, this memory will be sealed for you first.

The old man laughed just as he did when he was young.

The old man rode a green bull, came out of Hangu, and sang songs in his mouth. The young rider wanted to struggle, but the foundation cultivated by his master was difficult to break through after being bitten by a black dragon transformed by the luck of a country. I can watch the old man walk out unsteadily.

Ziqi travels thirty thousand li from the east.

The Master's disciples were left behind where their destiny was. The old man was shattered in the world, staggering towards a distant direction. The world was in darkness, and the world was in disarray. At the end of the Age of Gods, it was brilliant, beautiful and absurd. , or maybe not so long later.

A young man who was practicing asceticism saw an old man from the east under the bodhi tree.

The bodhi tree in ten miles is in full bloom.

The most brilliant encounter in history.

This era has happened twice, and the other time will have to wait for a thousand years.

The intertwining of poetry immortals and poet saints.

Only that time, Sheng, who represented the highest honor in China, was half a step behind.

………………

The sound of thunderous explosions interspersed continuously.

The cold sweat on Bai Ze's forehead kept falling, and the battlefield behind him was almost at a fever pitch. By the time he realized Bai Qi's strategic goal with hindsight, he had already lost. For a few bucks.

Probably the difference is that the loss is so bad that the underpants are gone.

It's the difference between losing and being left with nothing but underwear.

However, it seems, seemingly, that there is actually not that big of a difference?

Finally, Bai Ze took a look, and saw that with the collapse of the pottery figurines and the dissipation of Bai Qi's battle spirit, the power of the battle formation began to fall at a speed visible to the naked eye. Time, then the battle formation will be directly defeated.

That's too late!

Bai Ze gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to push open the door.

Then he found that the door couldn't be pushed open, and the corner of Bai Ze's mouth twitched.

Dong Yuefeng said: What's going on?

Bai Ze said in a daze, Part of the consciousness of Emperor Shihuang has awakened... Now he is the only one who decides whether to take action... This is unbelievable... What kind of past has he experienced to be able to quickly wake up from this situation?

Inside the inner hall, the handsome king Moran was dressed in black clothes, with sharp brows and a handsome face.

He has regained a trace of consciousness.

Control the blockade of the Daqin Palace.

Then, he started to slowly move his fingers, controlling his body with that wisp of consciousness. He was used to such things a long time ago. He thought he would forget, but he never forgot. He didn't trust anyone.

He didn't even trust his successor.

He has no empress, he wants to shape the world and the country he sees in his own hands.

The enemy is coming.

After Bai Qi has exhausted his opponent, he should be able to accumulate strength and take advantage of the situation.

No, you should take action now, at the cost of losing 30% of your soul, to protect Lord Wu An.

The advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

The emperor, who had been in exile since childhood, calculated silently.

The palms also started to move.

He is actually very used to the feeling of death pressing in his heart.

Let go of something, calculate something, use something.

Alone overlooking the whole world.

On the throne, one is lonely and cold.

He remembered the last time he was the closest to death.

If it wasn't for the people sent by Yan Dan, he wouldn't have let Jing Ke get close.

Time and time again, trust is destroyed.

That time, none of the officials stepped forward.

outside world--

Bai Qi grunted and backed away.

The speed of his own soul's decline has already...he miscalculated the completeness of the pottery figurines in the imperial mausoleum.

The terracotta warriors here have already gone through a fight with a peerless famous general.

Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, this lack of information, even if Lord Wu An made up for it in an instant, his opponent was not Zhao Kuo's generation, but Xia Guan who was once under the command of Emperor Zhuanxu, and a general under the command of the Emperor of Heaven. Forcefully resist Bai Qi's murderous intent.

Pressing Bai Qi's shoulders, he charged forward directly, intending to smash Wu Anjun directly on the hall.

Slam the door of the hall open.

The First Emperor forcibly manipulated his body, and slowly clenched his five fingers together. Thirty percent of his soul began to spill out to the outside. His body slowly stood up, and an invisible sword rose majestically. I will choose to bow my head.

boom! ! !

At this time.

Bai Ze raised his head abruptly, his eyes widened.

A hole was dug through the sky above the imperial mausoleum. It was completely unreasonable and unreasonable. It was simply a reckless act after getting tempered. Bai Ze could find a thousand reasons and ten thousand reasons to denounce the absurdity of this behavior. but--

But it works!

The domineering evil spirit smashed down.

Chong's thoughts froze for a moment, and Bai Qi immediately seized the opportunity and broke free.

And at the next moment, a figure slammed down, its knee hit heavily on the heavy spine, smashing him to the ground, the figure jumped up, retreated, and the Iron Eagle Sword in its palm screamed fiercely like never before. Incomparable.

Dao was furious: Who is...?!

Bai Qi was stunned.

The first emperor's palm stopped, and finally, his five fingers slowly let go of the hilt of the sword. The last ray of consciousness fell into the inside, and he fell into the deep sleep that he should have been in.

Great Qin · Qin Wangzheng twenty years, the palace.

Jing Ke laughed loudly, and none of the officials dared to get close.

Even if it is covered with wounds, its power is still the same.

Only a figure came from bottom to top, as a guard outside the hall, it was not summoned.

Holding the Iron Eagle Sword in his hand, he stabbed into the heart of the ancient assassin.

Qin Wangzheng was dazzled for a long time, and asked: You are my Daqin's son, who are you?

Outside the main hall, in memory, the tone of a young man who seemed a little immature in history seems to be mixed with the heroic young man walking slowly with a long sword slanted. The dim yellow wind and sand in the vast history, answered in this way——

Da Qin, the man who holds the halberd.

deep.

And in that distant and vague memory, there seemed to be a smile that was about to be forgotten.

I will protect you.

PS: Today’s fourth update………Thanks to the leader of Shuiyue Qiujiang, the saying of turning a tiger into a Buddha appeared in the Western Jin Dynasty. Of course, it is basically considered a fake.

Both left and right, cut Jing Ke. King Qin was dazzled for a long time——Historical Records/Warring States Policy

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I feel that I have entered the old age mode. Although I am very happy to write, I am very exhausted after writing. I want to press myself to death who is planning to change the fourth time, and then lie back under the covers and turn into a salted fish. Take it with salt, the number of words will shrink significantly tomorrow.