Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Chapter 13: The dragon sings and the sword sings, shaping the gods!

'brush! '

'brush! '

The stars and the moon hang high.

In the quiet foothills, several slight sounds rose.

A sleeping bird was startled by the sound of walking through the forest. After taking a look in the moonlight, it fell asleep again.

"Be careful, it should be around here, search quickly." The leader spoke in Daqin Mandarin with a Qi accent.

"Yes."

Everyone nodded, wearing dark night clothes, shuttling through the dense woods.

They are agile and nimble, and all of them are covered by black night clothes, with only two eyes exposed, which are as sharp as eagles under the moonlight.

They passed through one layer after another of defense lines silently, walking among the mountains and forests, as if they were walking on flat ground, without arousing anyone's attention.

A group of five people didn't know how far they had traveled through the dense jungle. They spread out in a fixed area and searched carefully.

The silver moonlight tore through the dark clouds and fell on them, stretching the shadows very long.

After an unknown amount of time, a black figure finally stopped and found the specific location based on a broken branch on the ground.

"Come here."

"almost."

"It's near here."

Following the words of the black shadow, several people who were wandering in the distance rushed forward at the same time, then scattered and searched in all directions.

After just half an hour.
"found it."

"It's just under the foothills not far to the right."

A black figure came back quietly and reported respectfully.

"Walk."

Everyone moved forward all the way, and soon came to the foothills.

The jungle is dense here, the vegetation is lush, and a mountain stream is constantly flowing in the distance, making a ding-dong sound.

Everything looks completely different from a thousand years later, but if Ying Zheng is here, he can definitely recognize it at a glance-this is the place where he ordered the guards to bury the wonder relic and the Ding Qin sword yesterday!
Crouching down, with the help of the moonlight, he picked up a stubble on the ground that was obviously trampled off, and the scout narrowed his eyes.

"That's right."

"This is the place that the Prime Minister mentioned."

Almost without any hesitation, the people in night clothes quickly took out their tools and started digging towards the cave ahead.

That's right.

These five scouts are none other than others.

It is the current Prime Minister of the Great Qin Dynasty, one of Lu Buwei's many disciples!

As Lu Buwei, one of the two great forces in the Great Qin Dynasty, Lu Buwei naturally had many followers.

He naturally knew everything that Ying Zheng did in the eldest son's palace.

He is also very clear about Yingzheng secretly burying the ruins of the wonders he built in the soil.

However, even though he didn't pay much attention to Ying Zheng's forging of iron, it was a bit weird to bury it in the soil after the iron was forged.

Therefore, Lu Buwei, who is cautious, still sent his followers to investigate.

Although the guards sent by Ying Zheng had been carefully handled when they left, they still couldn't escape the eyes of these top scouts.

After digging the cave, the two guarded the outside, and the others walked in quietly after making sure that there was no danger inside.

However, after walking in, the scouts narrowed their eyes.

In the huge cave, there are pieces of utensils.

The first thing that catches the eye are two large bronze vessels with a height of two people. According to the appearance observation, it is indeed the Sword Smelting Pool and Sword Casting Platform in the information.

According to the intelligence of the Prime Minister, these were all built in the official workshop of the palace. After they went forward to investigate carefully, they did not find any problems.

In addition, there are dozens of broken sword blades.

They were inserted on the ground, and according to intelligence, these were personally forged by the current eldest son of the Great Qin Dynasty, Zizheng.

They are inserted into the ground like this, together with 36 copper bells hanging around the bronze vessel, guarding the most central sword.

"What is this doing?"

"Gong Zizheng built the iron sword for a long time, but finally found a cave and buried it in it?"

Several spies had some doubts. They stepped forward, but found that there was nothing worth noting around.

The bronze wares are ordinary bronze wares, the style is the most standard sword-casting platform and sword-smelting pool in the Qin Dynasty, and the copper bells are also brand new.

There is nothing special about the broken sword embryo inserted into the ground, except for the long sword that is guarded in the center, which seems to be quite sharp.

But... nothing special.

Everything was unremarkable.

This made many guards a little confused.

What is this prince who is about to ascend the throne doing?
Is it okay to hammer and iron a sword, and then bury it in the mountain?
They searched the surroundings carefully again, but no matter how they searched, they found nothing!

Not sure why.

What is this doing?
The sword-making platform, the sword-melting pool, and a pile of junk, guarding a broken sword here?
After carefully checking it several times again and making sure that there was absolutely nothing tricky, the Wuji scouts shook their heads and retreated, and restored the dug cave to its original state.

"Go back and report."

"I really don't know what this young master is doing."

"The dignified eldest son of Qin, the soon-to-be king of Qin, is actually forging iron"

"Hey, King Qin, he's just a puppet."

"Hush! It's good to know about this kind of thing, but you can't say it."

Several scouts retreated silently, carefully restoring the original damaged hole to its original state.

And just when they recovered everything and slowly retreated away.
What no one noticed was that the sharp long sword that was originally guarded in the middle of the Broken Sword Copper Bell and Bronze Ware suddenly let out a series of vague sword cries.

'Zheng~'

'Zheng~'

The sound of the sword's cry was not loud, but it was clear and pleasant to the ear, like a brilliant dragon's chant, echoing in the ancient cave.

And almost at the same time as the sound of the sword reverberated, it seemed to arouse the ripples of time. Among the mottled by the years, there was a faint phantom of a modern woman, which flashed away in the time in the cave.

The sword cry was fleeting.

The afterimage of time and space interlaced also dissipated.

The ancient Dongfu fell into darkness again.

And the next second.

A thin and complicated golden pattern appeared out of nowhere on the hilt of the sword, and spread out, slowly covering the body of the sword inch by inch...

Due to the influence of later generations, the bronze sword began to gradually manifest its holiness.

(End of this chapter)