The Sword Saint of Daqin is in the Shape of the Moon Daqin

It's a pity, but sure enough, let's go back!

Wu Zhang shook his head, turned around, and returned to the way he came,

Zhao Gao was stunned.

Looking ahead, and then at Wu Zhang who was leaving, he frowned slightly.

"This road...doesn't work?"

Since Wu Zhang, who is a dragon seeker, has chosen to give up, he knows that he has nothing to do.

It's a pity, and even more disappointing, but...

"Sure enough, let's go!"

He shook his head and followed suit.

Anyway, he still has the transfer order of Qin Wangzheng in his hand. Sending a letter will allow Da Qin to send a dark guard to assist him.

——At worst, he will be scolded by King Qin.

It's better than dead.

Thinking of this, the footsteps of the CRRC Commander couldn't help but relax.

go away.

In the original place, the passage covered by the peaks on both sides, the shadows of the trees swayed, and fell into silence for a while.

then……

There is wind, blowing suddenly.

Accompanied by rustling footsteps, a figure walked slowly.

An old man.

Wearing a high crown, wearing ancient robes, pale beard and hair, majestic and simple.

——He is Xunqing, Master Xun.

At this moment, the disintegration ceremony of Jixia Academy has been completed, and after the dismantling of the foundation, Xuanmiao is no longer gathered together, but scattered between the heavens and the earth, developing separately.

Whether it survives or perishes, it all depends on itself.

And he,

After fulfilling its duties,

As he had imagined before, he stepped down from the Jixia School Palace's wine offering position and left the school.

And then here.

——For Chi Yuan's departure, he was still a little uneasy after all.

That girl, after all, he had watched grow up.

and……

Xunzi was also very interested in that sword master.

"Ghost Valley formation has been opened—"

The last great master of the era stroked his beard, stared ahead, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that the inheritance of Mr. Guigu has been determined, will it be the sword master?"

He pondered for a while, and turned around.

It's not that they can't break through.

But don't think about it.

after all--

"The time has not come!"

Master Xun stepped on the weeds with his boots, and his figure swayed away.

Push the book——

"The Self-cultivation of Master Rocket"

Introduction: My name is Gin Sakagi and I am 12 years old.I live in Joban City in the Kanto region, and the boss of Team Rocket is my father.

I help my dad with a lot of things and share his stress.

I entered the alliance as an undercover agent and worked diligently. Two years later, the security rate in the entire Kanto region reached a new high.

I developed a number of new business routes for the Sakagi Foundation, and successfully made our Shilufu company the largest exporter of otaku culture in the Kanto region.

As a qualified young master of the Rockets, I am still keen to share the worries of my father, and never leave fatigue and stress on my father.My dad asked me why I didn't die.

——"You guess how strong I am"

At the entrance ceremony, the chief student of Shuiyue High School summoned a fragile looking crane.

"Hey, there is no information about this spirit beast in the spirit beast book. Could it be that the high-level spirit beast has undergone an atavistic mutation?" Someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked at the graceful and charming crane in front of them and took a deep breath.

"The mutant beasts are usually stronger than the original," someone whispered.

Everyone took another breath.

"Aren't low-level spirit beasts not listed in the spirit beast illustrations?" Someone asked weakly.

Everyone was angry and said in unison.

"The chief has black hair and black pupils, is the posture of the emperor!"

Chapter 48 Star and Destiny, Not the First Encounter

It is night, and the shadow of the moon is swaying.

Deep in Ghost Valley, there is a cave.

Although it seems to be formed naturally, there is an empty space inside the cave entrance.

Courtyards, promenades, houses...

The top is even directly open, with transparent glazed crystal stones as a barrier, shielding the wind and rain, but allowing the brilliance to shine, reflecting a piece of clarity.

day and month.

Stars and clouds.

As if within reach.

At this moment, Su Nie was sitting in the courtyard below where the moonlight was directly facing, the surrounding green grass was swaying, shaking slightly under the evening wind.

now--

Both Kua Hinako and Chi Yuan had already returned to their respective rooms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Although the girl seemed rather unwilling when she returned to the room, unwilling to "sneak" into Su Nie's arms to sleep.

But she is also very clear that Su Nie has her own affairs to deal with.

So go very simply.

As for the red kite...

Go back to the room, lie on the bed, close your eyes, and fall asleep.

There is no fluctuation in the whole process.

Just like a machine that has already been set up.

Of course, in fact, the room where they rested was not too far from the courtyard, and Su Nie could still see them through the window when he was here.

But Su Nie doesn't have that leisure right now.

Right now, he was sitting in the courtyard with his eyes closed.

in mind,

It is the "information" that keeps emerging.

——That was given by Guiguzi's residual will, where the true "core" of the Strategist lies.

Not too many things.

Just a simple "ten".

One vertical and one horizontal, vertical and horizontal, this is the inheritance of the vertical and horizontal family.

What Guiguzi teaches is not "skills", not a specific method of practice, or knowledge that has been delimited.

It is the way, the direction.

Su Nie was just about to dip into it...

"Sword Saint Gai Nie, I have known you for a long time."

A voice rang in my ears, low, old, majestic and heavy.

Su Nie "opened" his eyes.

In front of the eyes is a torrential river, the river is tumbling, and the setting sun is setting in the distance, reflecting the red light and shadow.

It also reflects the figure standing by the river.

An old man.

"Old man, Xun Qing."

He looked at Su Nie and stroked his beard.

Is it... consciousness space again?

Su Nie also reacted in a blink of an eye, and he slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Of course, it is impossible for him not to have heard of the name Xunzi.