I made up stupid exercises in Da Qin, and Ying Zheng succeeded in practicing them?

Chapter 113 112 Disciple pays homage to Master, Master is above!
Under Zibai Mountain, the setting sun is like blood, and the afterglow falls, covering the entire mountain range with a golden-red glow, like a fairyland.

This mountain has quietly witnessed countless changes from ancient times to the present, but now, it is about to become the starting point of another legend.

At the foot of the mountain, amidst the flying dust, a mighty team appeared in sight.

The leader is a graceful young monarch with firm and deep eyes. He is wearing a gold-rimmed battle robe, a purple and gold cloak on his shoulders, and a crown on his head, just like a god descending from heaven.

He is none other than Ying Zheng, the King of Qin who unified the six kingdoms and achieved eternal hegemony.

Behind him were the important ministers and elite cavalry of Great Qin, each of whom was a warrior who moved the wind and rain on the battlefield, but at this moment, their eyes were full of awe and expectation.

At this moment, Ying Zheng slowly rode to the front of the team. His eyes traveled across the long mountain road and looked straight at the towering Zibai Mountain.

At an order, all the people, whether they were distinguished ministers or majestic cavalry, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and lowered their heads, as if they were worshiping the most sacred existence.

In the valley, the echoes one after another suddenly fell silent. Ying Zheng used all his strength to make a sound like a bell, echoing throughout the Zibai Mountain: "Master, please come down from the mountain!"

This call was loud and exciting, like a yellow bell, shocking people's hearts.The sound waves rolled and echoed among the rolling mountains, lingering for a long time.

The people far away in Hangu Pass were all startled by the sudden huge sound. They walked out of their homes one after another and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a huge cloud of dust rising from there, like a yellow dragon rising out of the sea. It was shocking. People's hearts.

"The Immortal is actually in this mountain!" Someone exclaimed, their voice full of disbelief.

"Prince Qin is actually the apprentice of Immortal Ji Chen!" Another person continued, also shocked, but more complicated emotions.

The news spread quickly to every corner of Hangu Pass as if it had wings.

People were talking a lot, with shock, ecstasy, doubt, awe...all kinds of emotions surging in everyone's heart.

The immortal who was originally just a legend actually existed, and he was also the master of their King Qin!

On Zibai Mountain, Ji Chen heard the call coming from the bottom of the mountain, and he slowly opened his eyes.

There wasn't much expression change on his face, just a faint smile.

"Go up the mountain."

These three words do not seem to be uttered with ordinary people's voices, but seem to condense the mountain wind and the pines. They contain the indescribable power of nature, ethereal and distant, as if they are gently spoken from a corner of the world. It rippled, dispersed in the wind, and resounded throughout the sky.

The moment King Qin Yingzheng at the foot of the mountain felt the sound, his whole body seemed to be shaken by a huge vibration.

This is not only because of the mystery of the sound, but also because it represents the end of a kind of waiting and searching.

at this moment.

King Qin Yingzheng's face couldn't help but show a mixture of excitement and awe, and his eyes were shining with light that was almost overflowing.

"Master!" He murmured to himself, his voice full of complex emotions: "You are indeed here."

Meng Tian and Meng Yi beside them, as the closest generals to King Qin, naturally felt the extraordinary voice coming from the top of the mountain.

They looked at each other, a look of shock flashed in their eyes.

"This is Master's fairy sound..." Meng Tian said softly, his voice full of excitement and disbelief. As a general of a country, he was usually calm, but at this moment he could not hide the turmoil in his heart.

Meng Yi clenched his fists, took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and said excitedly: "Unexpectedly, we actually saw Master again during this trip!"

Ying Zheng turned his head, looked at them, and said with a smile: "Meng Tian, ​​Meng Yi, I feel extremely honored to have you two traveling together on this trip... Why don't we climb to the top of the mountain together."

When he said this, the voice suddenly stopped.

Then, he turned to look at Kuzhu beside him and smiled slightly.

"Junior brother, and you...if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to see Master again."

Kuzhu bowed and said nothing.

He was put down on the mountain by his master for training, and now he returns to the top of the mountain before his training is complete. This will definitely be blamed by his master.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled bitterly.

"Brother, you go up first. I don't dare to climb up without Master's order."

"This……"

King Qin Yingzheng was stunned when he heard this.

I wanted to give him some advice in time, but I suppressed the words that came to my lips.

"Ok."

He also understands the specific situation.

It’s hard to say anything more about this.

Meng Tian was even more emotional when he heard what Qin King Ying Zheng said. He knew exactly what going up the mountain meant this time.

"Ever since we said goodbye to Wu'an Mountain, I have been thinking about Master every day. Now I can finally see Master again."

"Brother, I am the same." Meng Yi echoed, "Ever since I separated from my master, I have always dreamed of seeing him one day... I didn't expect that this day would come so quickly."

Ying Zheng looked at their excited expressions and had mixed feelings in his heart.

He knew that the appearance of his master not only meant guidance for his practice, but also related to the future of the Qin Empire and even the pattern of the entire world.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the path leading to the top of the mountain.There, his master is hidden, and the hope of a country is also hidden.

"Let's go up the mountain." Ying Zheng waved his hand, his voice full of determination.

At this moment, whether it was Ying Zheng, Meng Tian, ​​or Meng Yi, their hearts were filled with an emotion called "expectation". It was the desire for the unknown, the pursuit of strength, and the endless admiration for the master. .

They set foot on the mountain road, and every step was filled with heaviness and expectation.The air seems to be filled with an indescribable sacredness, which is a call from the top of the mountain and a call from the heart.

The mountain road is rugged, but everyone’s footsteps are extremely firm.

As the group slowly climbed up the mountain road, the surrounding scenery gradually began to change.

At first, what they passed was just an ordinary mountain forest trail, lined with lush trees, and the occasional cry of wild beasts could be heard. But as they continued to rise, everything around them began to seem unusual.

At some point, the trees on both sides of the mountain road gradually became sparse, replaced by a strange plant - their leaves were like transparent jade, emitting a faint blue light, as if they contained some mysterious power.

These plants are not dense, but each one is several people tall, and there is faint light flowing between the branches and leaves, like a star river flowing in the night sky.

"These are..." Meng Tian pointed to the huge plants in surprise. Although he had been on the battlefield and had seen many rare and strange animals, this was the first time he had seen such strange plants.

"Fairy grass." King Qin Yingzheng had a profound gaze. He learned from ancient books that this plant, which is only found in the fairy mountains, is said to be able to connect the air of heaven and earth and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

As they continued upward, the air around them began to change.

Originally, the climate in the mountains should be cool, but now they felt a surge of warmth, and the air seemed to be filled with an invigorating aroma.

Meng Yi took a deep breath and said in surprise: "Why does this air... feel so refreshing?"

"This is immortal energy." Ying Zheng looked forward, his voice was calm, but every word seemed to contain a deep meaning, "According to legend, where immortals live, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is more intense, which can make people forget the world. worry."

Just as they were marveling at the strange plants and fairy spirit, an even more incredible sight appeared.

The mountain road ahead gradually became wider, and at the end of the road, a waterfall appeared.

But this waterfall is not an ordinary thing - it is actually composed of countless purple rays of light, which pour down from the cliff like flowing water, emitting a faint purple light and illuminating the entire valley.

"That's..." Meng Tian's voice was trembling. The waterfalls he had seen were all made of clear water. He never imagined that there would be a waterfall made of light on this fairy mountain.

"Zixia Waterfall!" Ying Zheng couldn't hide his excitement in his voice. This Zixia Waterfall is the symbol of the Immortal Mountain, and according to legend, only the Taoist masters can see it.

"Legend has it that this waterfall is composed of Zixia Fairy Qi, which is condensed from the Fairy Mountain Qi. Anyone who comes into contact with it will have the effect of greatly increasing their spirituality and cleansing their souls."

Meng Yi was stunned. He no longer knew what words to use to express his shock at this moment.

Along the way, everything they encountered seemed to challenge his understanding of the world.

Just when they stopped to watch the Zixia Waterfall, suddenly, a burst of melodious music came from the depths of the valley. The music was clearer and more melodious, as if it came from the sky, which made people fascinated.

"Is this... fairy music?" Meng Tian held his chest. The music made him feel a tranquility and purity far away from the hustle and bustle that he had never experienced before.

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and listened quietly. The music made him feel a kind of baptism of the soul, and all the worries and pressure seemed to dissipate in the music.

But the music didn't last long. Soon, it disappeared into the valley, leaving only the three of them standing there, facing the incredible Zixia Waterfall, falling into deep contemplation.

Time seemed to have stopped flowing at this moment, and the three of them seemed to have entered another time and space, feeling the shock and revelation brought to them by this fairy mountain.

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Ying Zheng spoke slowly: "Let's move on."

The three of them got back on the road and continued climbing along the mountain road.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the mountain road became steeper and steeper, and the surrounding scenery became more and more peculiar.

The stones in the mountains are all colorful, as if they have been tempered thousands of times, exuding colorful light.

And the fairy grass has become more and more dense, like a natural maze, making people easily lose their way.

But Ying Zheng, Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Yi were not confused at all. They seemed to have a guide and could always find the right direction and continue moving forward.

Finally, they came to an open flat land, surrounded by rolling mountains, and in the center of the flat land stood a huge stone monument.

This stone tablet is dozens of feet high, with ancient words and symbols engraved on it, and it seems to record some ancient secret.

Ying Zheng walked to the stone tablet and stared at the words, his eyes shining with excitement and curiosity.

Meng Tian and Meng Yi also came over, and they were attracted by the words on the stone tablet.

"This is..." Meng Tian tried to decipher these words, but he found that these words were not the words he was familiar with, but an ancient and mysterious word.

Ying Zheng took a deep breath and said in a calm voice: "This is an ancient fairy text that records the secrets of the fairy mountain."

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the stone tablet, as if he wanted to feel the aura of the fairy mountain from it.

Ying Zheng's fingers gently slid over the stone tablet, and the ancient immortal texts seemed to be awakened and began to emit a faint light.

His brows were furrowed, and as time passed, his expression gradually changed from surprise to contemplation.

"This technique..." he muttered softly, "Shadow Soul Art."

Meng Tian and Meng Yi both held their breaths. Seeing Ying Zheng's expression, they knew that this technique must be of great importance.

"Shadow Soul Jue takes the essence of heaven and earth and absorbs the energy of the sun and the moon. The practitioner's body is like a shadow and his mind is like a soul. He can condense a real clone. The power of this clone is no less than the real body. It can be said to be a double cultivation." Ying Zheng explained word for word.

A trace of shock flashed in Meng Tian's eyes, and he asked: "Brother, is this technique...could it be the legendary technique practiced by the Shadow Man organization that almost destroyed the Huns?"

Ying Zheng nodded slightly, the shock in his eyes not diminishing: "Judging from the content of this technique, it is exactly like this."

Meng Yi asked in shock: "Brother, what's the formula for this technique?"

Ying Zheng took a deep breath and began to recite:
"The shadow and soul are between heaven and earth; the soul absorbs the power of the sun and the moon; when the mind has thoughts, the body will go there; the clone is like a shadow, the authenticity is difficult to distinguish; the shadow follows the shape, the soul and supernatural powers; one mind and two cultivation, power Like a rainbow.”

After reading aloud, Ying Zheng explained: "Although this mantra is short, each sentence contains profound meaning... It requires practitioners to first understand the connection between heaven and earth, understand the operation of the power of the sun and the moon, and then condense the true The clone, this clone is as powerful as the real body, the authenticity is difficult to distinguish."

Meng Tian was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He seemed to have seen the magnificent scene of the shadow man's organization sweeping across the Xiongnu. He said: "If there are several people in my country in Qin who can practice this skill, wouldn't it be easy for the Xiongnu to get it?"

Ying Zheng shook his head and said: "This skill should not be underestimated... On the one hand, it requires extremely high talent and cultivation foundation. Not everyone can practice it successfully. On the other hand, there are huge risks in practicing this skill."

Meng Yi took a breath and said, "Sure enough, danger and opportunity coexist."

At this time, Ying Zheng, Meng Yi and Meng Tian had already been deeply immersed in the ancient immortal texts and shocking techniques, and seemed to have lost their perception of everything in the outside world.

But at this moment, a faint fragrance came leisurely, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, gentle and with a bit of indescribable attraction.

The aroma seemed to have some strange power, making the three of them turn around involuntarily.

What they saw made them feel like they were in a dream for a moment.

I saw Master Kuzhu sitting on a beautifully carved stone chair, with several smiling brothers beside him.

His eyes were gentle, like the warm spring sun, shining on the three of them. What was even more surprising was that the stone table in front of them was filled with spiritual dishes that were both delicious and delicious.

These spiritual dishes exude an alluring luster, and each one seems to contain the essence of heaven and earth, making people yearn for them just by looking at them.

The aroma is tangy, not something you can find in the mortal world, as if it is delicious food from the fairy world, which can purify people's soul and wash away the troubles of the world.

Ying Zheng, Meng Tian, ​​and Meng Yi were extremely excited at this moment.

next moment.

The three of them knelt down in unison, kowtowed deeply, and then said in unison: "Disciple has met Master."

(End of this chapter)