Xianyang Palace.

There is a scroll of bamboo slips placed in front of Qin Wangzheng. He holds a brush in his right hand and is writing something on it with ink.

It took quite a while.

After Qin Wangzheng recorded half of the things on the bamboo slips, he put down his brush and looked up and down again. Then he turned his head and suddenly said to the eunuch Zhao Gao who was standing not far away: "Look for

A few people will come and practice with the things above to see if there are any problems with it."

After saying that, he threw the scroll of bamboo slips to Zhao Gao, and Qin Wangzheng stood up and headed towards the palace where Li Ji was, accompanied by his guards.

"..."

Bow your head, congratulations.

Holding the scroll of bamboo slips in both hands, Zhao Gao lay prone on the ground. It wasn't until Qin Wangzheng's footsteps completely disappeared from the door that he raised his head and his eyes fell on the scroll of bamboo slips written by Qin Wangzheng himself.

The bamboo slips spread out.

The contents inside were revealed.

Just the first glance made Zhao Gao's brown pupils shrink involuntarily.

Is this true or false?

With Zhao Gao's eyesight, he couldn't tell the depth. But one thing, he was sure that this was an extremely profound skill. Although it was only part of it, it did not hinder his understanding. This was King Qin

A deal with Donghuang of the Yin-Yang family?

It's just the level of martial arts, but it also represents the level of a person's vision.

He, Zhao Gao, couldn't see through Donghuang, nor could he see through whether there were any traps in this technique.

After thinking about this, Zhao Gao already understood Qin Wangzheng's thoughts. After making a decision, Zhao Gao decided to find a few people to practice this skill to test whether there was anything wrong with it. Although it was an inspection,

Zhao Gao didn't dare to think about if

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If there was really a problem... then what exactly would happen to the empire? He couldn't imagine that kind of scene.

"Well..."

After pondering for a long time, Zhao Gao had a plan in his heart. Although this skill seemed to be extremely advanced, Zhao Gao himself did not dare to try it. Even if he wanted to try it secretly, it was not at this time. It was an incomprehensible method.

It is very easy to cause problems if you practice the basic martial arts incorrectly. Besides, his master's martial arts... there is no room for error.

Zhao Gao, who had a plan in mind, decided to put the book on death row prisoners in the prison to conduct experiments first. Anyway, these death row prisoners were the ones who were going to be executed. It was their blessing to make a contribution to the empire at this moment.

After making up his mind, Zhao Gao immediately took action.

Get up.

leave.

But just when the person walked outside the door, he suddenly stopped.

There is no other reason.

There was a person standing in front of him, a child to be precise, less than ten years old, but he showed a different kind of aristocratic charm. His hands were wrapped in his sleeves like a little adult, and his whole body was so upright.

He stared at Zhao Gao who was walking out of the door.

"Slave, Zhao Gao has met the young master."

Zhao Gao was stunned, why did the eighteenth prince Hu Hai come here? But there was no compromise in his movements, and he bowed with great respect.

When the eighteenth prince Hu Hai saw this, he nodded as if he were a young adult, as a return gift to Zhao Gao. He glanced at the bamboo slips in Zhao Gao's hand, his eyes showed confusion, but he asked: "Where is my father?"

Zhao Gao, who had his head lowered, could not help but raise his sword eyebrows slightly when he heard this, but because his lowering of the head was not seen by others. In the Xianyang Palace, the eighteenth prince was quite popular with King Qin Zheng.

People have been extremely alert since they were young, but they suddenly came here at this moment. Why?

Hmm...

Li Ji, young master Tianming.

With his eyes focused, it was clear that Zhao Gao had analyzed the purpose of the eighteenth prince Hu Hai's visit in the blink of an eye. But did Hu Hai come here because of his mother Hu Ji's instructions or because of himself? His mind was spinning.

Zhao Gao cupped his hands and said, "Reporting to your Majesty, the king has gone to Li Ji's palace."

"oh!"

A trace of depression flashed in the eyes of the eighteenth prince Hu Hai, and the jealousy that his most beloved thing was taken away flashed away. He nodded, turned his attention to other aspects, and asked: "Huh?

What is that in your hand?"

"This is what the king ordered the slave to do." To this, Zhao Gao gave a direct answer, "Ah, please forgive me, sir, and I will retire."

Suddenly, Hu Hai had nothing to say.

Everyone knows what kind of temper Qin Wangzheng is.

Watching Zhao Gao leave, until the other person's back disappeared from his sight, the eighteenth prince Hu Hai took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards his palace, only the man caged in his sleeves

His hands were tightly squeezed.

Young Master Tianming...

Bamboo slips...

No one knows what Hu Hai is thinking in his heart, only he himself knows.

far away.

When Hu Hai left, the figure of Zhao Gao who had disappeared reappeared here. He stared at the direction in which Hu Hai left, and the corner of his mouth could not help but raise a slight smile. At such a young age, he has an impressive city.

It's quite interesting.

The smile faded, and Zhao Gaoren finally left Xianyang Palace.

Xianyang.

Yin Yang family.

Donghuang Forbidden Palace.

track

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The star soul of the Taoist Tianzong finally returned to Xianyang. The first thing he did after returning to the Yinyang family was to see Donghuang and report back to him the information he had investigated.

Room.

Xinghun, who had a body like a young boy, sat there on his knees with great respect, looking at Yue Yuan above.

"..."

Yue Yuan didn't pay much attention to the young man's adoring gaze. At this moment, he was thinking about the long sword that he had broken off by Jing Ke in Xianyang Palace. The murderous aura was very strange and seemed to be aimed at

Specially made.

However, the broken sword was taken by Qin Wangzheng to be recast as a reward to Gai Nie.

Yue Yuan didn't think it was that surprising at all.

after all.

For a top swordsman, a sword is the best reward.

The King of Qin knew this very well, so he would not focus on the rewards of money and the like. Those were just incidental. The real focus was the sword forged by the State of Qin, which was made from Jing Ke's sword.

That's a trophy.

Putting this question to the back of his mind for the time being, Yue Yuan turned his attention to Xinghun and said gently: "Tell me about your situation."

"yes!"

First he bowed in response, and then Xinghun spoke slowly. At this moment, there was no arrogance or scornfulness on his body, only respect and humility. Following Xinghun's words,

After telling his investigation, Yue Yuan's expression under the mask was normal at first, but as another thing was mentioned, his eyes finally changed.

"Monk?"

Yue Yuan felt that he must have heard correctly, as the word "bald" was mentioned from Xinghun's mouth just now.

Monk?

Similarly, being treated by Yue Yuan

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Xinghun, who was stunned by these words, was also startled, and then continued: "Are those people monks? But the leader calls himself Arhat." After saying this, Xinghun pondered for a long time and kept pointing his fingers.

He held his chin, seeming to be trying hard to remember what the other person's name was.

It took quite a while.

After recalling to no avail, Xinghun finally gave up on this meaningless matter and said: "They are from the West. Some of them talk to themselves about gods, but the leader calls himself the so-called Arhat..." There is no need to say what follows.

The title of God gave Xinghun enough reason to take action.

Not to mention that kind of missionary attitude also made Xinghun, a senior member of the Yin Yang family, very wary and wary.
To be continued...