Qin Dynasty Novelist

"As long as Tianming still calls the widowed father king, he will always be the noble son of Daqin, and this will not change at any time."

Qin Wang gave a soft sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to hold Li'er in his arms, feeling the refreshing fragrance, just a child, Li'er underestimated her own heart too much.

I can accommodate many rebellions from the Shandong countries, but how can I not accommodate a child.

Besides, for so many years, Tianming has always referred to himself as father and king, and he also watched Tianming grow up, deep in his heart, he is the same as all the young masters.

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Ding!Ding!Ding!

Xianyang Palace is located in a remote palace, and there are clear and clear voices, like the touch of sharp blades. Under the void, the shallow sword energy flickers, already has a unique style.

A man in white and plain robes, holding an iron-wood blunt sword, looks about twelve or thirteen years old.

A man in a plain black robe, holding a strange black long sword like wood, looks no more than eight or nine years old.

At this moment, in a wide field, they can't stop fighting, moving back and forth, you come and go, it's quite interesting, one after another sword moves, falling into the eyes of a young man not far away.

Confucian robes and a crown, with calm eyes, holding a scroll in one hand, quietly watching the two young men fighting in front of them, today's homework is over, and all the princes and princesses have left.

"Taoist swordsmanship!"

"..., Mohist's swordsmanship, Mohist's supreme weapon! In Tianming's hands, it seems to have a special spirituality, and... King Qin has never liked the Mohist school, so there should be no one to teach Tianming the Mohist swordplay."

"But the swordsmanship he is using now is indeed the Mohist's inherited swordsmanship, it is very pure!"

In the depths of the eyes, the swordsmanship performed by the two young men clearly emerged. What Mr. Fusu used was the Taoist yin and yang infinity and mysterious swordsmanship. However, if one achieves great success in cultivation, unless one transcends a large level, one will be safe.

I'm afraid it was passed down by Tianzong Xuanqingzi. I have never seen this kind of swordsmanship before. Even in Tianzong, I'm afraid it is an extremely good swordsmanship. In addition, Mr. Fusu's cultivation is in line with the swordsmanship. Quite famous.

And the swordsmanship that Young Master Tianming wields with the supreme weapon of the Mohist school was at first the same Taoist Tianzong swordsmanship as Mr. Fusu, but later...it was directly transformed into the inherited swordsmanship of the Mohist school.

Supreme Wufeng, restraining but not attacking, is also a sword technique with extremely strong defense. It would be fine if other people used this kind of sword technique, but when this sword technique appeared on Young Master Tianming, everything is not that simple .

The spiritual sense spread, and he felt Tianming's aura carefully. Fu Nian raised his brows involuntarily. Even his internal strength was no different from that of a Mohist. This...how could this be? In recent years, Tianming has been receiving lessons in front of him of.

It is even more impossible for Mohist disciples to appear in Xianyang Palace.

Where did Master Tianming practice from?

And the supreme weapon of the Mo family, in the hands of Young Master Tianming, is extremely spiritual. Although Tianming's internal energy is not inferior to Young Master Fusu at this moment, the power of the sword energy is not bad at all.

After a hundred breaths of fighting between the two, there was even a trace of strangeness on the strange sword of the supreme black that was all over the body, which really made Fu Nian curious.

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"Tianming, your strength has improved rapidly, and the supreme weapon of the Mo family seems to be even more powerful in your hands."

After another dozens of breaths, with another clear sound of collision, Fusu jumped out of the battle circle holding the wooden sword, with a trace of surprise on his face, looking at Tianming in front of him.

Many years ago, I was personally taught by Marquis Wu Zhenhou and Mr. Gai Nie, whether it is the practice of "Thirteen Forms of Tai Chi" or the practice of "Tai Chi Sword Art", they have reached a considerable level.

Mr. Gai Nie once said that if he continues to practice step by step, it will not be difficult to reach the innate peak level in the future, and he will be a first-rate master in Zhu Xiajian.

But... Tianming has not been in the palace for a long time, and he has not accepted the teachings of Marquis Wu Zhen. In the collision just now, he was vaguely equal to him. His real essence is not very strong, but that supreme weapon is... ...somewhat strange.

It was given to him by Marquis Wu Zhen, and he said it was the supreme weapon of the Mohist family, but... he turned it over and over again and didn't find anything precious. Tianming wanted to borrow it, but he didn't hesitate.

"Brother is overrated."

"However... this supreme weapon of the Mohist school is indeed a bit miraculous. When I practiced swordsmanship with it, I felt very comfortable."

Tianming is also happy on the face, looking at the supreme weapon of the Mohists that has turned into a sword body in his hand, this thing... really has spirituality, practicing martial arts with it every day, not only the internal strength is improved very quickly.

Also... there seems to be a different kind of information coming out, incomplete sword moves?What kind of incomplete mentality is there?There is no harm in practicing a little, and it has been like this.

Fighting with Brother Fusu really made progress, Yuluo, holding the Supreme Weapon tightly with one hand, can vaguely feel the jump from the Supreme Weapon, which is really impressive.

"Marquis Wuzhen once said that there are some things in the Xia Dynasty that are based on fate. It seems... this supreme weapon is very suitable for you, but it is not very useful for me."

"I'll send it to you."

Fusu shook his head and sighed, then smiled, when Marquis Wuzhen taught him how to practice, he also explained various principles, this supreme weapon is obviously very suitable for Tianming.

Rather than putting it in his own hands to collect dust, it is in Tianming's hands, which is not unique.

"This..., this...brother, are you serious?"

Tianming was overjoyed, having stayed with this supreme weapon in his hand for a long time, but he was still a little worried. After all, this supreme weapon belonged to Brother Fusu, or Wu Zhenhou Song and Brother Fusu.

It is my brother's thing, no matter how long I use it in my hands, it will still belong to my brother in the end.

Now, wouldn't it be a pleasant surprise that my elder brother would give this thing to me!

"How can there be jokes?"

Fusu smiled slightly, walked to a place, and put the iron-wood sword in his hand on the shelf.

"Tianming, thank you brother!"

Tianming is very happy.

"Mr. Fu Nian, I heard that Confucianism also has a good swordsmanship of benevolence and courtesy. I wonder if I can open Fusu and Tianming's eyes today?"

Fusu bowed his hands and looked at the Confucianist Fu Nian who was standing quietly to one side. In the past few months, he had been learning Confucian benevolence and etiquette here, and Fu Nian was worthy of the head of Confucianism. He learned profoundly and benefited a lot.

And Confucianism, as a great master of various schools of thought, also has a special inheritance of martial arts in the records. It's nothing to do today, but I'm curious.