rape

On the day Yu Zishi left Yangdi, he encountered the last heavy snow near the end of the year.Wrapped in furs, he led his thin horse and walked slowly on the avenue through the snow.After walking about half a mile, he saw a fish sitting under a tree, a young swordsman holding a sword box, and a long black coat dyed with snow.

He opened his eyes, stared at Yu Zishi who was gradually approaching, and suddenly threw the sword box in his hand.

Yu Zishi firmly caught the sword box, and pushed the box away.Inside lay a sword quietly, and the word "Chunjun" was engraved on the pure black scabbard in small script.Stretching out his hand to touch the sword, Yu Zishi felt his fingertips were bitingly cold, he almost immediately withdrew his hand, and after a moment's pause, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the sword.

The white blade wins the snow, and the sword energy roars.Yu Zishi's face paled in an instant, he felt the coldness of winter flowing along the long sword to his limbs, and he lost all feeling in his hands.

He didn't let go.

At this moment, the young swordsman stood up, pressed Yu Zishi's hand, and pushed the sword back with a swipe.He raised his eyes to look at Yu Zishi, "Ou Yezi died of exhaustion after making Chunjun. Chunjun is a deadly sword, you can't control it."

Yu Zishi looked nonchalant, rubbed his unconscious hands, put the sword back into the sword case, "Sima Yuyu, I'm leaving."

When Yu heard his name, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, and the aura of a master who had been holding it for a long time collapsed instantly.He folded his hands and said casually: "Are you going to Xianyang to be an official?"

"Yes." Yu Zishi hooked his lips into a smile, and said leisurely, "Be a high official."

Yu stared at Yu Zishi with sharp eyes in his laziness, glanced at his mouth and said disdainfully, "Just you?"

Yu Zishi was noncommittal, and tied the sword case behind his back. He patted Yu on the shoulder, squinted his eyes and smiled, "If you are rich, you will never forget."

Yu Zishi's eyes turned white, and the contempt in his eyes was almost unbearable. He reached out and knocked on the sword box, "Remember, don't abuse Chunjun, this level of sword energy is heartbreaking."

Yu Zishi didn't have the consciousness to listen at all, so he casually said, "Got it."

Seeing Yu Zishi's uneasy expression, Yu very doubted her husband's motive for handing over Chunjun to him. Chunjun is a sword of the dead, and if it is not used properly, it will really kill people.Yu Rare nagged again, "Don't try to use Chunjun to kill someone with a much higher level of swordsmanship than you. Even if you win by chance, you will die."

"Yeah." Yu Zishi said "I'm very measured." He took the reins back, "I'm leaving."

Fish nodded.Yu Zishi smiled at him, turned around and walked away leading the horse.

Yu is a swordsman, and spent most of his life stepping on the tip of a knife. A person like him can't say something like "precious", let alone hurt and parting. He just stands quietly watching Yu Zishi stepping on the accumulation Xue walked away step by step with difficulty.Yu held the sword and looked at it for a while, then suddenly called out.

"Yu Zi style!"

Yu Zishi, who had already gone quite a distance, pulled back his horse and turned around to see the young black-clothed swordsman holding his sword, behind him was the afterglow of the west wind, and Yang Zhai in heavy snow.Suddenly, the swordsman seemed to have a rare smile.

The long sword was unsheathed abruptly, and countless sword qi swept across the open mountains and fields, arousing the mighty young man in black.

Swinging his sword to cut through the heavy snow, the swordsman standing in the center of the sword energy pierced into the void with his sword.Thousands of layers of snow rolled up the ancient road in an instant, and the sword energy swept the snow all the way, forcing a magnanimous road.

The thick snow covered the sky and the earth, Yu Zishi raised his eyes and only heard an indifferent voice that was extremely simple.

"Go on."

The image of the young man uttering these two words with a cold face seemed to appear in front of his eyes, the frightened horse let out a long hiss, and there was a faint sound of thunder.Finally, Yu Zishi nodded and said with a soft smile, "Treasure."

This farewell has been going all over the world for many years.

The world is like the tide and people are like water, where does so much sadness come from?Yu Zishi smiled recklessly, got on his horse neatly, touched the old horse that had been bloody on the battlefield, and said in a low voice: "Let's go, the capital of the Great Qin King, Xianyang City."

The ponytail swept lightly, and the dark red mane spread out in the wind. It let go of its four hooves and galloped away along the flat road.

West wind, ancient road, afterglow, mausoleum.

That year, Zhao Gao rode away to Xianyang alone.

Zheng Guoxin Zheng.

The old man with white beard was sitting under the tree, he heard the chirping of the crane, he turned his head and waved his hand lightly, the white crane immediately quieted down.There was a boy lying on the stone in front of the old man, and the letter in his hand had been thrown to the ground long ago. The old man reached out and touched the boy's head lovingly.

However, the young man felt a movement, raised his head with great effort, raised his head for a long time, and fell asleep again with a snap.

The old man looked at the laziness of the young man, but there was nothing unusual on his face. He reached out to pick up the bamboo slip from the ground, caught a glimpse of the word "Art of War" engraved on a knife, and casually threw it aside.

"Fell asleep?"

"Ah."

"Still awake?"

"Ah."

The old man patted the young man's head, "I heard that the King of Qin was killed by Li Mu in Zhao State, and he packed up his army and prepared to attack South Korea."

The boy straightened up with a swipe, and stared straight at the old man, "What did you just say?"

"South Korea's Nanyang Shouteng descended to Qin and offered Nanyang land. Qin Wang Yingzheng took Nanyang to attack South Korea. The border war may have already started at this time."

The boy stood up abruptly, "I'll go back immediately."

"Ovary, sit down first." The old man stretched out his hand and tugged the boy's sleeve through the void.

"Old man, I really have to go back, you can't stop me." The young man wiped his face to calm down, but immediately held his hand firmly, "Nanyang is the hub of South Korea, once Nanyang is broken, South Korea is almost defenseless, When my family and country are in danger, I have to go back. My father was the prime minister of Korea for two dynasties, my mother was a princess of the royal family, and my grandfather was prime minister for three dynasties. The Zhang family has three generations of nobles and important ministers. When the Han family died, the Zhang family died. Do you understand, old man? ? I must go home now."

"You're back home, so what can you do?" Huang Shigong reached out and knocked on the boulder, "With Nanyang lost, the situation has long been irreversible. From Nanyang to the south of the river is Xinzheng, the capital of the king of Han. Within three months, the city of South Korea It must be broken. Die for your country is the best ending for you.”

"Am I like someone who is afraid of death?" The boy reached out and untied the sword from behind, and pressed it against the boulder, "Old man, I'm leaving."

Huang Shigong frowned slightly as he looked at the boy who didn't go back down the mountain.

The young man walked halfway along the mountain road, suddenly stopped, turned his head and shouted to Mr. Huang Shi, "Old man, you are a nice person, and the white crane you raised is also very fat. If Zhang Liang survives by chance, come back and call out sincerely." Say hello to sir."

After saying this, the young man who untied his sword and left never looked back.

The white crane with red crown and white feathers stared at the direction he was leaving, and carefully glanced at Huang Shigong.Huang Shigong stroked the white crane's feathers, and said slowly: "Are you reluctant to let him go? It's a pity, you can't keep him."

He said lightly, "Knowing that you can't do it, you do it, this son's reputation is overwhelming."

The second volume is full of clothes and snow