Qin Shi-Zhang Liang's Sacred Conspiracy

The wind and snow are about to end, and Wanshan is depressed.

Five months and three days after Old Man Huang disappeared, Tian Wen, who was hanging on Huang Shi's bedside, suddenly changed.

Huang Shi didn't understand what happened to the sword, so he squatted on the bed and watched it cry for three days and three nights, until it lost its temper, whimpered, and flew out of Huang Shi's room by itself.

The Nanhuang family has been living in Lantian, Wangchuan for 130 years since the old man Huang. No matter how the outside world changes, they can stay in the valley quietly without being disturbed, and their people live a long life.The Nanhuang family has been handed down from the ancient emperors, and it has been 700 years since the present. In every troubled time, the people in the clan were either buried in the chaos of fire and smoke, or died of a short life. When he took the position, there were no more than a hundred members of the Southern Emperor's clan.

The snow-capped Yingshan Mountain reflects a light blue halo under the sunlight.

When Huang Shi chased after Tianwen, he realized that it was not losing its temper, but paying homage to it. Old man Huang passed away...

Everyone in the Nanhuang family understands that if the holy sword recognizes its master, if it is not the day when the soul returns, it will not open the "Tao of Heavenly Questions" and choose the next hidden place to hide.

After all, old man Huang couldn't use the straw mat that Huang Shiu personally wove for him, and even the burial place chosen for him by the holy sword was not blessed.

Except for Huang Shi, no one can pass through the entrance of the barrier.

This was Huang Xiao's first time entering this cave, it was warm and humid, with the sound of gurgling water splashing down.

The cave is wide and full of wonders, colorful glazed jades are sprinkled throughout the cave, and white stalactites, like strange peaks hanging upside down, are shining sharply with silvery white light.

In the center of the cave is a pool, which is covered with colorful jade stones, dyeing the entire pool in colorful colors, making it colorful and flowing, making people feel like they are in a fairyland.In the pool, there is a crystal boulder, and the dazzling white light dispels the light of the jade, illuminating the entire cave like daytime.Next to the boulder is a crystal frame overflowing with glaze, on which is a scroll of dilapidated jade slips, faintly emitting green light, intersecting with the light of the crystal.

Tianwen hovered above the book of heaven, whimpering, and reflecting each other with the crystal boulder in the pool.

The Heavenly Book Holy Sword has returned to the Southern Emperor Clan. It is time for them to leave this place and find the next paradise!

The cold snow fell, the mud was crushed to make dust, and only their shadows remained on the snowy cold river.

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The grass and trees are withered and yellow, and the orchids are frosted...

The snow-capped mountains of Heron in Yunchuan are so crystal clear that everyone's silhouette can be clearly reflected.

Zhang Liang never thought that he would see Ying Zheng again one day, nor did he think that the first thing he said when he saw him would be, your Great Qin is dead!

The exquisite and small eaves, the sound of ticking snow melting into water, fell on the puddle in front of the door, making an empty sound.

Ying Zheng's complexion was still very bad, paler than the snow in front of his eyes, Zhang Liang looked at the severely emaciated face, and looked a little more energetic because of the black hair neatly tied on the top of his head. He sat in the hut On the wooden chair in the center, thick fox fur was padded under his buttocks, allowing him to sit a head taller than others. With his slender fingers, he gently held the chair rails on both sides, and looked at Zhang with cold and deep eyes. Liang, and then smiled faintly and said, I know...

"You..." Hearing the hoarse voice, Zhang Liang suddenly didn't know how to react. He was suspicious, strange, and moreover, at a loss.

Along the way with Mr. Xiang, his mind was blank. He wanted to think about his expression when he saw Ying Zheng, but he always chose to shrink back when his thoughts came together.

"It was the teacher who saved me?" Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Liang with a smile in his dark eyes, and understood what he wanted to ask at a glance. What was it?

"You know you won't die?" Zhang Liang suddenly thought of the tears he had cried in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

"I don't know..." Ying Zheng shook his head slightly, and said with sadness in his eyes: "If you know, make sure that moment comes a little later, so that I can hear your last words..."

"You..." Zhang Liang didn't expect that Ying Zheng would mention those things in such a grand manner, and suddenly remembered the heartfelt words he said in Ying Zheng's ear, and a burst of heat rose from his body, and his fair face suddenly changed from The top of the head is red to the base of the neck.

"Hmm..." Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Liang with a half-smile, seeing his blushing face, and said with a deeper smile, "Almost everyone who has seen that scene has described it to me in detail... "

"They..." Zhang Liang suddenly seemed to have thousands of insects crawling on his body. He frowned uncomfortably and stared at Ying Zheng, "It's so troublesome..."

"However, I still want to hear from you..." Ying Zheng chuckled, seeing Zhang Liang staring at him, he seemed to realize something in his heart: "Zifang...I am no longer the emperor of Daqin, would you like to... ...accompany me?"

The faint wind and snow, outside the quiet hut, brushed against the eaves, and there was a rustling sound.

Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Liang's demeanor and did not turn for a moment. Behind him was flying snow dancing wildly in the sky, chilling to the bones, just like Ying Zheng's state of mind at this time. The more Zhang Liang remained silent, the colder his heart became. .

"Teacher...buried under the mulberry tree in the southwest, if you want to see him, I will ask Meng Yi to take you there..." Ying Zheng slightly suppressed the disappointment in his eyes, and said to Zhang Liang with a smile.

"Okay..." Zhang Liang nodded lightly, his clasped hands trembled a little, but only he understood.

He actually wanted to nod to Ying Zheng, but he was timid. All this happened too fast and too unreal, so he hadn't figured out how to face it.

"Ovary..." The people peeking outside the door really couldn't see the appearance of the two of them. They were all secretly worried that their former emperor's face was not thick enough. Fortunately, Meng Yi had some skills in the study of face, so he jumped first. After coming out, he winked at Ying Zheng and coughed dryly: "We... have some very important things to do, and we are leaving Heron tomorrow, can you... can you... help take care of His Majesty for a while..."

"Are you going to leave?" Zhang Liang looked suspiciously at the crowd outside the door with only a few heads exposed, feeling strange in his heart.

"That's right... I'm leaving..." The unanimous response made Zhang Liang hesitant to speak for several times, but finally he nodded and said, "Okay..."

He simply answered a word, but Zhang Liang heard several people let out a sigh of relief one after another. The loudest sound came from Ying Zheng, not surprisingly.

Qingshan Yinhui, surrounded by wind and snow

Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Liang Qingjun's figure carefully, and the smile on his face gradually spread into his heart.

No matter what the reason was, Zhang Liang chose to stay, and Ying Zheng was very happy. In the future, he would have plenty of time to let him slowly untangle his knots and entangle with him to the death...

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The prosperous but short-lived Great Qin Dynasty was like a flash of fireworks, leaving a beautiful trace brilliantly. No matter how the history books record that emperor, it will never erase his colorful legend in the torrent of history.

The mausoleum of the first emperor of Qin, full of suspense, is there really that emperor. Maybe he is still perfectly preserved under the underground palace, or maybe, he is simply crawling in a certain mountain, river, peak and forest. The long river of time will eventually weather everything After swallowing clean.

完结

2015, 1, 11

The author has something to say:

It's finally over!Although the ending is a bit rushed, it's still a full stop! ! !