Qin Dynasty Novelist

"If one day the country of Zhao faces the opportunity of perishing, what will you do at that time?"

Zhou Qing was not in a hurry, all the initiative was in his hands, his spiritual sense spread, and he felt the trembling meaning of the four disciples in the library not far away, and when he waved his hands, the quiet air passed by.

The four of them are all in their twenties. Counting the time, they are all born in the Zhao Kingdom during the Battle of Changping and the Battle of Handan. Zhou Qing is looking forward to their response to this question.

"As the museum owner said, the state of Zhao can be destroyed, but the culture of the state of Zhao will not be destroyed. As long as there is still a trace of civilization, the state of Zhao will not be counted as fallen. Even if the state of Qin is really able to rule in the future, it is impossible to destroy all the people of the state of Zhao."

What one of them said was somewhat beyond Zhou Qing's expectations, and his words were quite meaningful, but they already had countermeasures for the immortality of culture they said.

If the state of Qin will rule in one day in the future, it must be a real one!

He didn't give them a response, and stepped forward. After returning to the first case, he closed his eyes slightly, waiting for the owner in red to give him the word of sword.

An hour passed quickly.

The host in red was in front, and the broken sword in white brocade robe was behind, holding a roll of cloth in both hands, walked slowly to Zhou Qing, bowed his hands, and passed the roll of cloth over.

"Good character, this is the sword character of the museum owner, this is the sword character of the museum owner's heart!"

"The sword character is very good, and Xuanqing also hopes that the owner's actions can be truly the same as this sword character, but on this sword character, it does not show the noble spirit of the museum owner."

"But those are not important. Although the grandeur and righteousness realized by the museum owner is pure, it is still too narrow. How can the real grandeur and righteousness be accommodated by a Zhao country? The real awe-inspiring righteousness is the awe-inspiring spirit of China!"

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With a single point of his fingers, an invisible force took the cloth in Can Jian's hand, and with a wave of his hand, the entire roll-shaped cloth was suspended in the hall out of thin air. Here, a cinnabar appeared on the pure white cloth. The red sword characters written.

sword!

Over the past three generations, various countries have come together, and it has been handed down to this day. There are many ways to write sword characters, but the sword character of the owner in red is based on Qin characters, supplemented with a sad connotation.

It seems that the other party understands the purpose of my visit, and I can clearly sense the other party's response on this picture, and the spiritual sense covers it, and when I perceive it carefully, Zhou Qing's face is full of smiles.

Yu Luo, stretched out his hand to grab it, and the word sword fell into his hand.

"I will accept this sword character. If one day in the future, the Zhao country unfortunately falls, then the other disciples of the library can ask me for this sword character and reopen the library."

"Come here to bother the owner for a long time, Xuanqing is quite ashamed, so I will leave, but I believe that we will meet again in the near future."

The lavender light around him flickered in a spiral, and he grabbed the tube-shaped cloth with one hand, and glanced at the red-clothed hall master, Can Jian and others again.

Although, because of this word of sword, the awe-inspiring heart of the host in red was damaged, but if his awe-inspiring heart can encompass the world and comprehend the true awe-inspiring righteousness, maybe there will be surprises in the future.

Although, this is unlikely.

After the words fell, he took a step forward and disappeared into the main hall.

"Master, Xuan Qingzi of the Tianzong of Taoism is really rampant. Relying on his extremely high cultivation, he is showing off his might in the library."

Watching Zhou Qing go away, the whole hall was once again silent. After a long time of silence, the host in red sighed deeply, and after returning to the side table, strands of pale white mysterious light loomed all over his body. , frowning, solitary.

Can Jian finally couldn't bear it anymore, recalling what the other party has done for several years, and what he did in Xingcheng Library today, he is really overbearing. Is this trying to force Xingcheng Library to bow its head?

"The Battle of Jinyang, the Spring and Autumn Period is far away, the Battle of Changping, the end of the Warring States Period."

"Hundreds of years of endless fighting, the winner is finally about to be decided. The broken sword, the momentary honor and disgrace of life and death are nothing. The important thing is that the essence of our Zhao country's culture should not be cut off in our hands."

"If the state of Qin is under one roof, it will definitely cut off all other matters. That is what we are after. It is because Master Zhongshan did not see this that the sword family he is about to establish falls short of success!"

"From now on, everyone in the library must study Zhao Guowenhua well, inherit Zhao Guo's elegance, and pass on Zhao Guo's inextinguishable fire! You go and bring the road here. After Sheng dies, that is his only one." Legacy!"

At the words of Can Jian, the host in red took a deep breath again, discarding all distracting thoughts, the special light white mysterious light around his body disappeared, and he kept sighing in his mouth. to strong, and then from strong to weak.

However, the Qin State on the west side is growing stronger and stronger like the rising sun. It is rumored recently that Qin Wangzheng, who has just been in power for a short time, is even more extraordinary, and can easily solve domestic political affairs and internal troubles.

Coupled with the completion of the Jingshui River Canal, the owner of the pavilion really can't imagine how strong the Qin National Assembly will be in a few years. When it really comes, will Zhao Guo be able to resist it?

Yu Luo, it's useless to think too much about it, he glanced at Can Jian and said it.

"If Master Pingyuan hadn't been by your side back then, how could the group of Qin's snares have succeeded? Pingyuan has retired and has no power, and they still never let him go. Qin is really vicious. Fortunately, Hanguang The sword is not lost, and Lu's talent is very high."

"In time, Lu will definitely become a famous gentleman like Lord Pingyuan, inheriting Zhao's eternal torch!"

Hearing the owner of the pavilion mentioning the road, Can Jian restrained his anger slightly. Even so, another vicious incident committed by Qin State flashed in his mind. The country has long been destroyed by Qin.

The hateful King Zhao actually hated Mr. Pingyuan because of this. Although Mr. Pingyuan didn't care about those things, he still retreated from the court after all, traveling and practicing like a wild crane. I don't know, but Mr. Pingyuan attaches great importance to it.

"A gentleman has no form, and there is no contention with light. If Sheng can understand the essence of Hanguang, he will not attract people who are snatched by the Qin State. Needless to say, next, Lu will practice with me, and you go. "

Mentioning Mr. Pingyuan Zhao Sheng, the red-clothed hall master's old eyes also glinted in the depths of his eyes. He is a disciple he is proud of, and he is also a patriarch who the whole Zhao country is proud of.

In the battle of Handan, the victory lived up to expectations, resisting the attack of the Qin State, and although he retreated from the court, he guarded the inheritance of the Zhao State, which led to the disaster of killing him. Because - fight.

"Yes!"

"..."

Everyone bowed, but they didn't stay in the main hall, Can Jian also walked out of the main hall, ready to bring Lu over, with the owner of the pavilion personally teaching him, he thought that Lu would become someone who would not disappoint Lord Pingyuan in the future.

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"Yun Shu thank you for your kindness."

"If there is no son, I'm afraid Yun Shu will never see my little sister again in this life!"

After everything was over, Zhou Qing rode his horse out of Xingcheng, crossed the border between Qin and Zhao, traveled nearly [-] miles, spent two days and two nights, and finally returned to Xianyang City again.

Not in a hurry, he went to Xianyang Palace immediately, entered through the west gate, and stepped into the mansion in the west city. After a few breaths, he saw Yun Shu leading a little girl quickly to the front, bowed and knelt down, and did not get up for a long time.