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

Chapter 22 The layout of Xianyang, the wind blows to Daqin!
Dark as ink.

In the luxurious palace, Ying Zheng sat cross-legged.

The cold moonlight fell on the Dingqin sword, shining bright cold light. Ying Zheng closed his eyes tightly and was holding the Dingqin sword, practicing quietly according to the operation route recorded in the dead wood sword formula in his mind.

The candle flickered.

Silent.

In the empty bedroom, Ying Zheng's chest rose and fell rhythmically according to a certain frequency.

He breathes calmly, looks dignified, there seems to be a faint fluorescent light flickering around his body, and it seems that he can vaguely feel a mysterious and mysterious aura, which is gradually spreading on Ying Zheng's body
After an unknown amount of time, Ying Zheng finally opened his eyes.

"call"

Slowly exhaling a foul breath, Ying Zheng looked down at his hands, and clenched them lightly.
"This dead wood sword art is really extraordinary."

Feeling his obviously stronger body, Ying Zheng's eyes showed a bit of joy.

Just now, Ying Zheng practiced for two hours according to the record on the Dead Wood Sword Art.

Since it is the foundation of his own power, he naturally has to check it himself.

After two hours of research, Ying Zheng has researched many characteristics of the Dead Wood Sword Art.

One of them is the dead wood sword art, which is indeed a genuine cultivation method.

Although it came with Ding Qin Jianzhong, it was not as simple as he imagined, and the threshold for cultivation was not low.

When performing the Dead Wood Sword Art, a puff of qi will first be condensed in the body, and then flow through the various meridians and acupoints in the body one by one.

As a person who practiced martial arts since childhood, Ying Zheng could easily feel the existence of qi according to the reminder of the dead wood sword art.
But feeling it is not the same as being able to use it.

No matter how Ying Zheng urged the Dead Wood Sword Art, the Qi in his body would not move at all, as if he had fallen asleep, as stable as an old dog.

At this level, Ying Zheng was stuck for half an hour.

And just when Ying Zheng felt that he could succeed tonight, the little pagoda in his body suddenly began to light up.

The rich emerald green light radiated, instantly filling his body!
And under the shroud of these emerald green rays of light, the qi that seemed to be sleeping to death suddenly began to move slowly!

And at the same time, the Ding Qin sword in front of him also trembled!

A wave of faint sword sounds resounded, which improved the operation of the Dead Wood Sword Art by a bit.

The two forces acted at the same time, finally allowing the Dead Wood Sword Art to run in Ying Zheng's body for a week.

"With the help of two treasures, it took such a long time to get started. Is this talent too bad?"

Rubbing between his brows, feeling the dead wood sword art that was constantly running in his body, Ying Zheng sighed helplessly.

In fact, Ying Zheng has already done a good job, even with the help of two great treasures, his talent can already be regarded as extraordinary.

After all, the Dead Wood Sword Art is a genuine cultivation method. Although it is the most basic, it cannot be easily practiced by any normal person.

"Forget it, don't think so much, at least this sword art is genuine."

Lowering his head, Ying Zheng's eyes were shining brightly, feeling the obviously stronger strength in his body.

Although the dead wood sword art is not as simple as imagined, its effect is still immediate! !
Just one Zhou Tian made his body stronger than before!

Although it is not a lot, it is far from being reborn, but it can definitely be called terrifying!

Feeling the changes in his body, Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes.

"This is still a sword formula. It's not that the cultivation method in the true orthodox sense is so strong. How powerful will it be when the real cultivation method and the real supernatural power are reflected in the wonders behind?"

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng felt a little anticipation in his heart.

But that expectation didn't last long.

Yingzheng is still very clear-headed. It is simply impossible for him to reflect such a spectacle of relics. This is destined to require unimaginably huge national fortune, manpower and material resources.

"The most important thing at the moment is to establish your own power first."

"If you can't even control Daqin, how can you talk about the fate of the country?"

Sighing, Ying Zheng kneaded the center of his brows lightly, thinking silently.

After a long time, Ying Zheng raised his head again and called four guards.

These four guards are all Yingzheng's absolute confidantes, his personal guards, selected after these days of observation and previous memories, and can be regarded as his absolutely safe confidantes in the entire Great Qin.

"See Your Highness, I don't know what your Highness ordered us to come here."

The four guards spoke respectfully, with solemn expressions.

Ying Zheng didn't say much, and shook his hands directly, throwing out a roll of bamboo slips, which recorded the first three levels of practice formulas of the Dead Wood Sword Art.

"This is." The guards were puzzled.

"open to take a look."

"Yes."

The guards stepped forward, spread out the bamboo slips carefully, and began to watch them carefully.

But looking at it, the expressions of the four guards changed slightly.

To be able to be Ying Zheng's personal guard, in addition to absolute loyalty, force value is also an indispensable part. After all, he is the eldest son of a country, and he is also the one who will inherit the throne.

Each of these four guards is a rare expert, proficient in everything with knives, guns and sticks. Although they are not as good as the generals of the Qin army like Mengtian Wang Jian, they are definitely considered top-notch experts in the ordinary human world. Above is half warrior.

Just looking at the words recorded on the bamboo slips, the breathing of the four guards became slightly disordered.

This is absolutely rare for experts of their level. It is conceivable that everything recorded in the bamboo slips in front of them has an impact on them.

"Your Highness, this is" a guard raised his head excitedly.

"Withered Wood Sword Art, given to you."

"Of course it wasn't given for nothing. I have a mission."

"Your Highness, please give me instructions, I will definitely die!" The four guards said excitedly. Only a real first-class expert can understand how precious the bamboo slips in their hands are.

This is a practice technique that was once elusive!
(End of this chapter)