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

Chapter 19 comes from the shock after a thousand years, and the progress has been greatly increased!

How much strength can a frail woman have, whose thighs are not as thick as that man's arm?

But it was such a frail woman who held the Ding Qin sword and directly cut the knife to kill people, almost cutting the opposite person in half on the spot!

Even if it is an adult male, it is impossible to have such strength. Obviously, this is because the sword is too sharp!
Seeing the surveillance, some crew members rushed to the vicinity of the crime scene and observed the fragments of the Damascus knife.

The incision is smooth as a mirror.

And the Dingqin sword, which is a two-piece broken thing, still stands quietly in the pool of blood.

There is no wound or blood on the body, exuding a majestic and simple aura!

Seeing all this, almost all crew members were dumbfounded!

Is this sword really an antique?
Even if it is a modern-made weapon, I am afraid it is not so sharp, right?

Cutting iron like mud is not such a way to cut it!

"This should be considered an emergency escape, right?"

After a long time, the assistant director spoke in silence.

"Should be. Is it?"

"Stop talking so much, hurry up and call the police, and let the relevant personnel come over quickly!" The fat director said in a deep voice.

"Keep the scene of the crime from being destroyed, but...take out the Ding Qin Sword first, there can be no problems with this thing!"

"Probably some thieves who don't know where they came from saw the antiques and wanted to steal them. Thanks to Miss Tang Yuer, if they were really stolen, even if there was surveillance, we wouldn't be able to clean them up by jumping into the Yellow River!"

"Go to a few people to comfort Miss Tang Yuer, this matter has nothing to do with her!"

"There's one more thing, today's matter, give me a strict tone!"

"understand!"

"Yes!"

As the fat director issued orders one by one, many crew members also quickly moved into action.

After waiting for about half a day in a panic, the policemen who had received the alarm and came to manage the relics and antiques finally arrived.

However, as soon as they arrived, they were suddenly stunned.

? ? ? ?
Isn't it the antique relic that you said?

What does this dead man mean?
After they watched the surveillance video and saw what happened, they immediately felt dizzy!
Moreover, what is the situation with this sword?
Is it really an antique?

The sharpness after thousands of years is too outrageous!

Looking at the corpses and antique treasures around them, the police officers hurriedly collected evidence and took pictures, and then reported all this to the local authorities.

Time flies, years vicissitudes.

The blood-stained sword stands on the ground, and after thousands of years of wind and frost, it is still outstanding. Just showing its majesty for the first time, it makes people tremble.

In the dense jungle, figures are busy running around because of the Qin sword, time fluctuates, the stars and the moon rotate, thousands of years ago in this land, there are also figures busy
"Have you heard? Chu State and Zhao State seem to be a bit uneasy recently. Just those cities near Chu State, just, what? Anyway, there are some cities in the nearby cities. Ready to move."

"Really? Are these two countries not afraid of being beaten? Is your news accurate?"

"Who knows, didn't they hear the gossip, and His Royal Highness Gong Zizheng is about to ascend the throne recently, so they are likely to launch an attack because of this."

"It's really troublesome, destroy these two countries as soon as possible, so that they don't jump around every day."

Thousands of years ago, stretches of mountains and trees disappeared, replaced by the ancient and magnificent city of Xianyang.

In Xianyang under the darkness of night, the lights were brightly lit, and the streets were dotted with stars. Soldiers with gongs were walking on the empty streets, discussing in low voices while working, and the sound of gongs resonated all around.

"It's dry, be careful with candles~"

Breeze blows.

The nights of spring and early summer are dark and cloudy, which makes the inland air also bring the humidity of the wind and rain.

Xianyang Changgongzi Hall.

The study room of the Hall of Meditation.

Bright lights.

Several delicate maids held incense in their hands and gently placed them in every corner of the room. Several guards patrolled outside the hall with long knives in their hands and sharp eyes.

A weak fire dispelled the chill in the air.

Wearing a long gown, Ying Zheng was still in the center of the hall, flipping through rolls of bamboo slips, but this time the bamboo slips were not the same thing as the previous Chronicles of the Six Kingdoms, but various government affairs from Qin State.

But what is different from imagination is that these government affairs are not major national affairs, they are all trivial matters.

After reading it for a while, Ying Zheng smiled and put the bamboo slips aside.

"Ah."

"The whole Great Qin is full of these trivial matters? That is really a blessing, most of them were taken away by Lu Buwei and Empress Huayang, right?"

With a sneer in his heart, Ying Zheng didn't react too much on the surface, and casually ordered the maid to prepare some warm soup and food. Ying Zheng grabbed a chronicle that recorded the geography and figures of the two countries of Zhao and Chu, and continued to watch.

After watching at home for a day and night, Ying Zheng still has a lot of new understanding of the world.

Although the various records and records seem to be ordinary, the differences can be seen from the subtleties. This is not the complete ancient Qin era, but a world where there are Qi refiners, alchemists, and even immortals.

Although these people are few, they do exist, and many clues can be seen from the records in the many scrolls and bamboo slips.

"I'm afraid that among the many generals in Daqin today, many of them are warriors, right? I just don't know to what extent."

"The Ding Qin sword was used for the first ruin test, and I really chose the right one..."

Muttering to himself, Ying Zheng was going to continue reading at night.

After all, in the Warring States period, it was a time when talents were born in large numbers, and there were too many famous people who lived through the ages. Not to mention Han Xin, Xiao He and Zhang Liang, the three heroes of the early Han Dynasty, there were too many other celebrities who left their names in history.

If they can get their help, it will definitely be a big help for Ying Zheng.

And just when Yingzheng recorded Han's bamboo slips and was about to find out Han Xin's whereabouts...

The little pagoda in his mind suddenly vibrated slightly without any warning.

Then, the originally vague and almost indistinguishable shadow of the sword in the little pagoda trembled suddenly, and the light shone slightly, obviously a few times more dazzling than before!

"Ok?"

"In later generations, the influence brought by the ruins has increased again?"

With bright eyes, Ying Zheng looked at the little pagoda in his body, "Very well, if the influence of future generations develops according to this trend, it shouldn't take long before this first miracle relic can be fully manifested."

"I don't know what it will be like when Qin Jian is really solidified."

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