Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Zilan Villa, the coachman waved his whip, and the two horses trotted away, gradually moving away from the villa.

Li Changqing was lying in the carriage, the sapphire sword case was his pillow, his legs were crossed, and he hummed a little song: "... I folded flowers to the south of the Yangtze River, and my love for the spring breeze and red wax is always as romantic as I love the world."

"There are seven or eight lucky people who are willing to meet a bosom friend"

"Invite me to shoot the altar to get drunk and see the smoke of thousands of pipes"

"..."

"Drinking horses to the north of the river, to the west wind and yellow sand, as ruthless as I cut peach blossoms to the bottom of the sword"

"..."

Yanling Ji Yu fingered her hair, her beautiful eyes were half closed, listening to Li Changqing humming a ditty, for some reason, she, Zi Nu, and Nong Yu all felt that these ditties seemed to be magical and fascinating.

After Li Changqing finished humming, Yanling Ji smiled and said, "This little song seems to suit you quite well."

Li Changqing said with a smile: "You mean—people and things are willing to meet each other, confidantes are lucky to have seven or eight?"

Yan Lingji blinked her eyes, and said in a gentle voice: "No, what I'm talking about is—for Chunfeng and Hongwa, I always love the world like I love the world."

"You're still a little self-aware."

Li Changqing: "..."

After a while, Li Changqing sighed and said: "Because, I probably have no way to look at, nor do I want to look at Zinu, look at you, and watch beautiful and outstanding women like you fall into the arms of other men."

Yan Lingji's expression was slightly startled, and she said without sadness or joy: "Oh, man. This is the reason for your greed."

There was silence in the carriage.

After a while, Yan Lingji asked: "Did you just leave like this? Don't you worry that the startled salamander will..."

Li Changqing said firmly: "Absolutely not."

Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes rolled, and she said, "Oh, that's why you trust her?"

Li Changqing said: "If a person doesn't even trust his own friends, then who can he trust?"

"You have become friends?" Yan Lingji asked.

Naturally, friends are also bosom friends, men and women become bosom friends, it always seems to be so ambiguous.

Yan Lingji sneered and said, "It seems that any pretty girl can be your friend."

Li Changqing smiled helplessly, touched his nose, and ordered: "Drive faster and leave Xinzheng tonight."

"Yes."

The coachman is a disciple of the Kuangfeng Sect, the peak of the seventh rank of martial arts, and he is driving for Li Changqing on this trip.

The place Li Changqing is going to - the border between Qin and Han, border Wusui.

Wusui is located in the northwest of South Korea, in the extreme east of the Qin State, and is a military fortress of the Qin State. Its geographical location is very important.

Once South Korea breaks through Wusui, it can take down twenty or thirty cities of Qin State in a short period of time, and can take back the territory that South Korea ceded to Qiang Qin in the past.

The calculation before the night and the net was exactly the same. Wang Ji calculated Meng Tian, ​​Meng Tian killed Yingzheng, the Qin State had no leader, and the 30 Meng family army was regarded as rebellious.

Yemu seized this opportunity, conquered Wusui, seized a large area east of the Western Qin Dynasty, recovered the territory, recruited soldiers and civilians, and suppressed all changes in South Korea with the momentum of a great victory.

Once Wang Yu succeeds and Ye Mu succeeds, the frontier army in Bai Yifei's hands will skyrocket by tens of thousands, and with Ji Wuye's military power, 20 soldiers in a country will be in Ye Mu's hands.

At that time, quicksand can only survive in the cracks and avoid its sharp edges.

Going to Wusui here, starting from Xinzheng, the journey is thousands of miles (500 kilometers).

Therefore, when Li Changqing arrived at Wusui City, it was already at dusk on the sixth day; the road was still unimpeded, and someone along the way prepared fast horses, otherwise, it was possible to walk for seven or eight days.

The plate of quicksand is getting bigger and bigger. In South Korea, every city has a caravan or certain intelligence personnel stationed there. They prepare horses for Li Changqing and his party in advance along the way.

At sunset, the gates of Wusui Barracks opened slowly.

Dressed in white clothes, she floated out and stood outside the door.

Behind Ying Zheng, Gai Nie, Meng Tian, ​​and Li Si followed, and the three remained silent.

Meng Tian secretly said: "Who the hell? He can make the king condescend to greet him."

"Not long ago, the admiral Wang sent two letters to Xinzheng, the capital of Han. Could it be that this person is from the capital of South Korea? Could it be the strange person that Mr. Gai mentioned?"

"Here we come!" Meng Tian stared into the distance.

Outside the Pingjun Fortress, a chariot and horse slowly came into view.

Swish!Swish!
Gai Nie and Li Siqiqi took a closer look.

The axles were rolling, the horseshoes sounded crisply, and the horses and chariots were getting closer and closer.

"Shut up!"

"Sir, we're here." The coachman said.

Swish!
The curtain was lifted, and a graceful figure walked out, with beautiful eyes like water, overwhelming the country, with slender jade legs, a graceful figure, exquisite facial features as cold as frost, and wearing a fiery red battle robe.

Meng Tian frowned and said, "Could it be that she..."

Swish!
The curtain on the front of the car was lifted, and Li Changqing stepped out, wearing a green shirt, with slender temples, long black hair and a crown, handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, and a mysterious and beautiful sapphire sword box on his back.

Li Changqing swept his body, came to Ying Zheng, clasped his fists and saluted, "Young Master Shang, Xinzheng Yibie is doing well."

"Mr. Changqing, Ying Zheng has been waiting for you for a long time."

With a smile on his face, Ying Zheng took three steps forward, grabbed Li Changqing's left hand with his right hand, and said, "The camp has prepared a banquet to welcome you."

The two stepped forward and left first.

When Li Changqing and Gai Nie passed by, they nodded slightly to each other to say hello.

Meng Tian looked surprised and asked, "This is Li Changqing?"

Gai Nie nodded and said, "It's him."

Meng Tian commented: "Sure enough, he has the demeanor of being a banished immortal."

Yan Lingji stepped forward, and then walked into the management gate together, and the gate was slowly closed.

Li Si clenched his fist secretly: "Li Changqing, Li Changqing, why did you come? Why did you come?"

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At the same time, eight hundred miles away, the Qin capital is Xianyang.

The mansion of Lv Xiang in Daqin, Marquis Wenxin of the Qin State, is a vast house that can accommodate thousands of people, including guests, retainers, servants and family members. The building area is the largest in Xianyang.

In the attic of the study room, at dusk, the setting sun is shining.

Lu Buwei is about sixty years old, with gray hair on his temples, and he is processing volumes of files. The west window is where the last ray of light from the setting sun at dusk slantly shines into the room.

At a certain moment, Lu Buwei glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw wisps of black air filling the west window, covering the entire west window in an instant, and the room fell into darkness.

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Footsteps could be heard from the corridor outside the attic of the study. Xuan Jian, dressed in black, with a black scarf on his head, and a long sword hanging from his waist, stepped forward. His eyes slightly lifted, and the scarlet aura flashed away. .

Lu Buwei said lightly: "It seems that you have awakened; Ba Linglong's real mission has been completed."

Xuan Jian stepped in, slowly raised his hands holding the hilt of the sword, clasped his hands in a salute, and said calmly, "Master Xiangguo, Xuan Jian is here to return."

Lu Buwei put down the bamboo book and said, "You have failed."

Xuan Jian lowered his head slightly, he didn't make any excuses, and there was no need to make any excuses, a defeat is a defeat.

Lu Buwei's face was calm and unwavering, his eyes were extremely deep, and he said slowly: "He is coming back, the bloody storm has just begun."

"Go down, I want to see you in the sun, he has prepared a new mission for you."

Xuan Jian cupped his fists and said, "Yes."

After Xuan Jian left, an old sigh came from the bookstore, in a leisurely tone: "You... have grown up after all!"