Langya Palace in the eastern coastal area of ​​the empire.

This palace, built for His Majesty the Emperor's third Eastern Tour, is in full swing.

The black armored soldier in the supervisor held a long whip in his hand, and his fierce eyes kept scanning the scene back and forth.

The men who were doing hard work on the construction site were all wearing brown and dark brown clothes, the blackness after the blood was dried up, and they were covered with mud and dust. They couldn't see anything clearly.

If someone slacked off a little, the supervisor would be able to make the skin fragile with a whip.

There are also construction-use beasts on site, all of which are technical people with special uniforms, and are affiliated with the Imperial Master Gongshu Qiu.

Just a short distance from this construction site, a military camp stands.

"Mr. Songlong, what is the empire building? The patrols nearby are so tight that even people like Gongshuqiu came to preside over the presidency."

In the dark of the jungle, someone was lurking in it, peeping at the military camp with a somewhat gloomy color style.

This man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, thick cloth, and a sword around his waist. It was Zhuansun Xun.

The Zhang School, the Confucian son, had some similar ideas to the Mohist school. Most of the disciples in the sect were swordsmen, and they were also the steadfast anti-Qin school in Confucianism.

With the defeat of the Three Kingdoms Alliance, the world was returned to the empire. The sect of Zizhang Sect had been destroyed by the Qin army, most of the disciples were killed, and the entire sect's headquarters was burned completely by a fire.

The most important collection of works and classics collected by the sect were also wiped out in the fire. The only comfort is that, influenced by Lu Yan's inspiration to create papermaking and printing, the mainstream classics of the Zizhang School have been backed up in this world, not completely severing the inheritance.

Now this man, who is called "Mr. Songlong" by Zhuansun Xun, looks quite old, with his hair, eyebrows and long beards all gray and white, and his pair of phoenix eyes are sharp but not without a peaceful demeanor.

He is, Xiaoyaozi.

However, there is no such person as Xiaoyaozi in this world. The head of the Taoist sect is Chuan Xuzi, who holds the famous sword Xueji in his hand and ranks sixth in the Fenghuzi Sword Book.

In order to facilitate walking in the world, Xiaoyaozi used the identity carefully set by Lu Yan for him twenty years ago - the Guanzhong hero Songlong.

This is a person who was active thirty or forty years ago, and a famous swordsman. He is generous and loyal, helping the danger and the needy, and then suddenly disappeared. (It was dead)

Lu Yan created Song Long's second half of his life, and his disappearance was because he had some understanding. He ran to the deep mountains and old forests to retreat. When he came out of the mountain, he was already a master of the dual cultivation of Taoist swords.

Songlong was once under Lu Yan, and he was a hero in Guanzhong, so he was undoubtedly a Qin man.

But now he is also a very respected elder in the world. He is a hero. It is not a bad spot to defect to Lu Yan.

Ten years ago, Lu Yan became infamous in the Three Kingdoms Alliance, forgot his ancestors, killed his senior brothers, designed wars, and helped the evildoer...

Ten years later, if Lu Yanzi was alive, how could he tolerate the empire's tyrannical and harsh rule? The world is the world of the world. What the empire, which has been clearly unified, should bring peace and rest and recuperation to the people!

Why is this change?

Because the people really miss Lu Yan, they can not only accuse the empire of being injustice, but also win over the hearts of the people.

Therefore, whether it is the nobles who are eager to subvert the empire and seek to restore their motherland, or the benevolent and righteous men who have truly understood in the tragic historical process, they all "recognized" Lu Yan.

"The domineering mechanism is an important help for the empire to unify the world. Gongshu Qiu was named the empire's master craftsman for his merits, and his status is extraordinary. Moreover, he is old and many things about mechanisms were taken over by his son Gongshu Yi. The buildings here were personally presided over by Gongshu Qiu, which is definitely a major secret of the empire. There is also this military camp..."

Songlong stroked his gray beard, looked at the gloomy military camp with a phoenix eye, then turned to Zhuan Sun Xun and said, "Brother Zi Luo, after all, you can only guess out of thin air when you and I are peeking outside like this. Why not, after night, we will go to find out what happened."

"Well~" Zhuan Sun Xun glanced over the guard post in front of the military camp gate, narrowed his eyes and nodded, "That's right. Since that's the case, let's observe the rules of the Qin army's patrol. When it's night, we will lurk in and explore."

"Can."

After brief discussion, the two of them hid themselves.

Soon, night fell. Songlong and Zhuansun Xun looked at each other and disappeared from the spot.

"Brother Zida, from now on, I will use the secret technique of Tianlai sound transmission to talk to you. This technique is a secret technique of Taoism, direct dialogue between spiritual consciousness, and there is no possibility of internal power condensation sound being eavesdropped by experts."

"This is the secret technique of transmitting sounds in heaven, it's really magical."

Zhuansun Xun looked at Songlong with a marvelous look as he sneaked forward.

"The effective range of this technique is only three zhang, so we should try to keep a good distance. If it is not necessary, don't separate three zhang."

"Understood."

Song Long is a master at the peak of Dacheng. He may not be as pure and powerful as Gai Nie when only discussing swords, but his dual cultivation of Taoist swords is not only a good player in front of the battle, but also a rare auxiliary position in the world.

I saw him holding a red single-edged sword while sneaking, and pinching a seal in his hand, "Wanhuanless breath."

Silently, within three feet of Songlong, the steps, breathing and breath of the two men perfectly merged into nature.

They easily passed the military gate and sneaked into the inner world.

...

The scene in the military camp was somewhat beyond the expectations of the two of them. It was not as strict as they imagined, but rather like a summer resort on vacation.

Zhuan Sun Xun patrolled vigilantly, temporarily let go of his hand holding the sword, and said in confusion: "After the cherry blossoms, the spring waves are filled with the rain. From the outside, the military camp looks gloomy and terrifying, and the inside is so beautiful. What is it for?"

"Hmm?" Songlong stopped and looked around at the pink flower balls and the hot spring pool where smoke was floating. Suddenly his white eyebrows shook, "Brother Zi Luo, be careful, there is a Yin-Yang family's art array here."

"Yinyang Family, why are they here?"

Before the two had time to communicate more, their faces changed at the same time.

Footsteps!

"Brother Zida, you and I will lean aside. With the breathless transformation I have shown, the people who come may not be able to detect our existence."

"Um."

...

Huh~

The wooden door was pushed open and a man came in.

A mysterious suit is covered with a three-legged golden crow, and the bright red waist seal seems to be burning, and it is like the moon god and star soul guardian of the Yin and Yang family. There is also a high ring decoration behind the clothes, which looks like the sun.

He is, Yin and Yang Family, Dongjun.

A woman following behind Dongjun had blood-red high heels, long black stockings, plump legs and buttocks, and her snake waist was graceful while walking.

She shook a drooping bangs, her usual cruel eyebrows, and her eyebrows were frowning lightly, her eyes were as charming as silk. She brushed her and wrapped around Dongjun's waist.

"Mr. Dongjun, you are so ridiculous here. If Lord Donghuang knows, I'm afraid..."

"Haha, then, will he know? Come here!"

"Uh um~"

Dongjun grabbed one of the woman's hands and pulled the woman into his arms with force. He sniffed the woman's hand with his nose, slender and slender, bright red as blood.

"Beauty, I really can't let go of your hands~ hahaha~"

While sucking the woman's fragrance, he suddenly picked up the woman up and laughed and prepared to walk towards the hot spring.
Chapter completed!