It's dawn again.

In the morning breeze, the noble carriages and horses of the Gongzi's mansion drove over the fired stone slabs on the streets of Xianyang again.

The neighing of the horse and the squeaking of the wheels play unique music in the quiet morning.

Zhao Zheng, dressed in black, sat in the car and gently stroked the bronze box in his arms.

The bronze box in his arms was engraved with the image of a mysterious bird. This was not something that the royal family could not find, and it showed its grandeur.

Inside the bronze box is a calligraphy slip of Shang Jun, all of which were written by Shang Jun himself.

These books are all lonely works that Zichu dug out from the royal family’s collection.

Zhao Zheng, who cherished the bronze treasure chest in his hand as if he was cherishing the treasure, asked Meng Tian beside him with his head tilted.

"Meng Tian, ​​what kind of person should Shang Jun be?"

Meng Tian, ​​who was holding Wu'an Jun and Bai Qi's sword repeatedly wiping, was now smiling. After hearing Zhao Zheng's inquiry,

Meng Tian carefully placed the sword in his hand on his knees. After confirming that he would not fall, he looked up and said:

"I have heard people say: Qin State is prospering from Shangjun, and it is also dominating from Shangjun."

"The Qin Law was passed down for a hundred years. The Qin Dynasty will last forever, and the Shang Jun will not die for a day."

"He is the ancestor of Qin's law and will be passed down for generations."

After saying that, Meng Tian gently touched Wu Anjun's sword and asked softly:

"Prince, do you say I can see Wu'anjun?"

Meng Tian’s eyes were full of admiration and yearning.

Wu'an Jun, this is the most anticipated title of all those who are determined to be military generals in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

In Qin State, Bai Qi gave his unique meaning with his record of not losing in 37 years.

To ensure the world with Wu is to ensure Wu'an.

How many soldiers and nobles in the Qin Dynasty did not want to meet this god of war?

When Meng Tian thought that he might be about to see Wu Anjun, he couldn't help but feel excited.

"See Wu'anjun?"

In Zhao Zheng's mind, his master was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform like a god and a demon.

If the master wants to do it, he can naturally do it.

In his eyes, his master should be omnipotent.

"It's impossible!"

"May I?"

After receiving a positive answer from Zhao Zheng, Meng Tian, ​​who had always been steady, suddenly became a little uneasy again.

"I'm a little timid when I see Wu'anjun."

At this time, Meng Tian saw Meng Yi sitting opposite him.

"Meng Yi, why are you not moved?"

"Not that's true, but you can't let it go, I can't take it!"

Meng Yi shook his head and waved his hands as if helpless.

One is the eldest brother and the other is the prince.

Who can he snatch?

Looking at Meng Tian pretending to be pitiful, Zhao Zheng and Meng Tian looked at each other and smiled, and then Zhao Zheng asked:

"Meng Tian, ​​Shang Jun and Wu An Jun, who do you look at more than that?"

"It's all dragons and phoenixes, how can you judge fish and shrimp?"

"Master, if you know that you call yourself a fish and shrimp, you may never hear the lesson in the future."

"Don't scare me."

Meng Yi made a look of fear.

Then the three of them laughed loudly at the same time.

With the laughter of several boys chasing their idols, the carriages and horses were getting farther and farther away.

Young people should set their goals, and those who set their goals will live up to the kindness of the young people.

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In the foggy courtyard.

Li Chunqiu was sitting cross-legged on the stone platform, writing about the Taoist scriptures for practicing Taoism.

As the brush in hand rises and turns, the ink is sprinkled on the bamboo slips.

Li Chunqiu wrote quickly, and soon finished writing a book and then placed the bamboo slip beside him.

Looking around, the stone platform was almost covered with book scripts.

On the side of the stone platform, Zhao Xicheng took off new bamboo slips from time to time and carved them with a knife and a pen.

On these bamboo slips, all of them are written about the methods of practicing Taoism, some are profound and some are simple.

But it is much more simple than Professor Li Chunqiu and Zhao Zheng.

Just as Li Chunqiu finished writing another volume of bamboo slips, Zhao Zheng and the other two walked in.

"Meet Master!"

"sit."

Li Chunqiu said lightly, and then slowly placed the simplified book he had just finished writing next to him.

"promise!"

After the three of them sat down, Zhao Zheng and Meng Yi stepped forward and presented the bronze box and the long sword.

"Master, this is the book of Shang Jun."

"Sir, this is the sword of Wu'anjun."

Li Chunqiu pointed his right hand and the long sword and the bronze box both rose out of thin air and landed on the stone platform.

Then Li Chunqiu's eyes fell on Wu'anjun's sword.

A sword has three feet and three feet, and its energy can swallow mountains and seas.

"Zheng!"

The sword was unsheathed, and Li Chunqiu bent his fingers and shot it.

The long sword roars gently, the cool breeze kills.

"There is only Wu'an Jun's sword with such a solemn aura."

"I'm afraid that it won't take too long to achieve a killing soldier in this courtyard with abundant spiritual energy."

Li Chunqiu slowly lowered his sword, as if feeling touched him:

"Today, I will teach you swords."

At this time, Zhao Zheng raised his head and said, "Master, I want to stay tonight and witness the resurrection of Shang Jun and Wu'an Jun."

“Resurrection is too early.”

"It's too early?"

"You will understand after that."

Li Chunqiu slid down from the stone platform and flicked it casually, and all the mist under his feet dissipated.

Three wooden swords stuck on the ground were exposed.

Li Chunqiu waved his sleeves, and three wooden swords flew backwards, and each of the three young men followed with a sword.

"Bring the sword and follow me."

In Xianyang City, Li Chunqiu rode a white tiger out, and three young men ran wildly behind him.

The three of them ran all the way outside the west of the city and stopped slowly for a few miles.

After the three of them rode on their horses, Li Chunqiu jumped off the white tiger, and a wooden sword fell from his long sleeves and started talking lightly:

"Swords are the holy products of ancient times, the supreme and noble, and all humans and gods respect each other."

"The way to learn swords is simple and holy."

"One person, one sword, one stroke."

Li Chunqiu held the sword, and his whole body suddenly changed. In an instant, it seemed to be revealed and turned into a long sword.
To be continued...