In the courtyard, the bright light shines on the Lang Lang.

The moon is bright in the sky, and the silver light is thousands of miles away.

The waves of Xianyang City have fallen into tranquility.

But Bai Qi's heart did not calm down.

Under the breeze of night, he leaned under a willow tree, holding the long sword that had been fought with him in his hand.

The fighting spirit and murderous aura are entangled.

Bai Qi raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, as if thinking.

The moonlight shone quietly, and the clear light shone on his stone face.

Life is endless for generations, and the stars, moon and year by year look similar.

In the courtyard, everyone had retreated, leaving only Li Chunqiu sitting cross-legged on the stone platform with his eyes closed, and Sima Jin was still gathering endless yin energy.

Bai Qi, who was holding the long sword, suddenly laughed. He stood up with the sword, as if he had thought it through.

"Is it transparent?"

Li Chunqiu's voice sounded softly.

"How can you understand life? You just need to just live it."

Bai Qi held the scabbard and turned the sword in front of his chest, saying:

"I just thought through the point of my sword."

Gently putting down the long sword, Bai Qi bowed to Li Chunqiu, who was sitting on the stone platform and meditating:

"The immortals in the Spring and Autumn Period, after their lifetime, all their skills were learned on the battlefield."

"The immortal made Bai Qi come back to life after death, so why would he send him away?"

To create a great world, Bai Qi finally wanted to see how to create this great world.

On the stone platform, Li Chunqiu, who seemed to be decorated with silver edges by the bright moon, slowly opened his eyes, with stars in his eyes.

"The Zhou Dynasty has been exhausted, and the world has been in chaos for a long time."

"If you count the Central Plains, one in the world will be one of the seven kingdoms."

"However, the number of the seven kingdoms is only a drop in the vast ocean."

Li Chunqiu waved his sleeves, and under the stone platform, piles of bamboo slips were built up, and a roll of animal skin fell before Bai Qi.

Bai Qi, who had turned into a stone man, slowly unfolded his animal skin.

"This is?"

Above the animal skin is Li Chunqiu who painted the world in the past.

All the earth on the planet is on it.

Li Chunqiu looked at Bai Qi with a smile.

"What I want is that the Supreme One is only six kings and one in the four seas."

"The next one is the world."

"In addition, it is impossible to speak of at this time, you will know in the future."

Before Li Chunqiu, Bai Qi slowly drew the map above the animal skin with his cold index finger, touching the earth from east to west from the capital of Qin in the Central Plains.

It seemed that he had led his troops to mount it at this time.

"Is this the world possible?"

The emotional fluctuations could not be heard in Bai Qi's voice, but his longing eyes had already exposed his emotions.

There is no war on the frontier, and the general is alive.

The meaning of Bai Qi's birth in the world is to spread the land thousands of miles away.

"Can!"

Li Chunqiu fell from the stone platform, and he stood in front of Bai Qi and pointed at the map and said:

"This world should be a great struggle, and the heroes of the world emerged. All the countries in the Central Plains were fighting. However, to the west of Hetao, the Western Rong, Hulin, and the Xiongnu also fought. Thousands of people fought for the crossing. After the two sides fought, there would inevitably be a battle between dragons and tigers."

"Millions of creatures suffer."

"How do you treat Wu'anjun?"

Bai Qi smashed the scabbard in his hand into the earth, and heard a "clang" sound, and the long sword was unsheathed.

The sword is cold and shining.

"When you start, you should sharpen your weapons and expand your territory and boundaries, how can the Central Plains be invaded by the army and the barbarians?"

Li Chunqiu was behind one hand and backwards.

On the stone platform behind Li Chunqiu, six bamboo slips rose out of thin air and slowly fell into Bai Qi's hands.

"I'll wait for your weapons."

Bai Qi frowned and opened one of the books.

"The Martial Classic·Military Formation"?"

Li Chunqiu nodded.

He paced with his hands behind his back, pointed to the bamboo slip in Bai Qi's hand and said:

"The Song of ** is the method of self-cultivation; if you have the ambition to travel thousands of miles, this method must be read, just because the world will change."

Then Li Chunqiu turned around and looked at the bronze box on the stone platform, as if thinking:

"Bai Qi, why do you regard Shang Jun?"

Bai Qi took the bamboo slips in his hand and thought for a while:

"We are all the way."

He is very similar to Shangjun, both of which are at the time when the new and old dynasties alternate, and the new king is in trouble.

But Shang Jun also struggled symbolically for a while.

Li Chunqiu smiled, he glanced at Sima Jin and said:

"I want to know how you and the other two will be resurrected?"

"I dare not ask for what I wish!"

On the stone platform, Li Chunqiu's index finger gently flicked.

A bronze box opened.

A scroll of bamboo slips that have been very old are displayed.

Li Chunqiu took out one of the bamboo slips and said:

"Life and death are the separation of yin and yang."

"However, even though people die, they can summon souls into the sun."

"The ghost enters the yang world and must have its own support, and your stone body is also supportive."

The blue smoke lingered, the soul-summoning bell rang, and the cold air was bursting.

The yin energy flowed, and the people in Xianyang City were awakened again.

In the courtyard, in an instant, the whole world changed in Bai Qi's eyes.

He is a yin man, and he can see those wandering souls without opening his vagina.

From his perspective, looking up, there were endless wandering souls standing under the earth.

They wandered expressionlessly.

Under the earth, only Bai Qi and Li Chunqiu were empty.

It was like those wandering souls who realized that there was a danger and avoided them.

The spiritual tide slowly flowed past the two of them.

"Ju An, Feng Xiao, Wei Wu..."

Bai Qi looked at the wandering souls around him with a complicated expression and said a person's name.

Obviously he knew all these wandering souls.

They are all his former soldiers.

Don’t talk about being a marquis, and one general will succeed and get rid of thousands of bones.

Below the body, not only the corpses of the enemy, but also the corpses of brothers and sisters.

Under the sad night sky, the unheard songs of the world sounded again, accompanied by the sound of the bells.

In the endless sea of ​​spirits, all the wandering souls moved for songs and spoke, and seemed to wake up from confusion.
To be continued...