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At the same time, thirty miles away from the east gate of Xingcheng, it was a clear day and a scorching wind swept across. An incomparably magnificent black torrent was rapidly approaching, and the flags were fluttering. Wherever it passed, the earth trembled, and the heaven and earth were the kings. Ming.

"Send the order, Xingcheng is in front, from now on, any Zhao people appear, kill!"

Zhou Qing's expression was calm. Since he entered Baixingkou, he went north all the way, riding and shooting to intimidate Zhao's city. Even so, he didn't kill much.However, now that it is approaching the Xingcheng Library, those who don't want to die have already left.

There is only one ending left.

Fifty miles to the west, there are several black torrents. The iron cavalry is in front, and the infantry is following, walking steadily. The faces of each soldier are full of excitement and joy. The generals Meng Wu and Wang Jian are in front, also showing anticipation .

"Pass down the order and put in all your strength, Wu Zhenjun is afraid that Xingcheng will be trapped by soldiers at this moment."

"According to the news from Wu Zhenjun two hours ago, Lian Po has rounded up the remnants of the army and stationed them in Yi'an. He is about to gather the soldiers from the Handan camp who are going north and the soldiers from Li Mu who are likely to go south to attack us together."

"In this battle, we must obtain enough results to present to the king!"

Wearing the heavy armor of Cangyun, General Meng Wu looked dignified. Although the king's order can be fulfilled, Lian Po still has [-] to [-] troops, plus the [-] troops of the Handan Camp. On the other hand, there is not much difference between the two sides.

If you want to achieve enough results, you must imitate Lord Wu An effectively!

kill it!

Weak its strength, capture its heart!

In the battle of Zhangshui in Pingyang, one hundred thousand enemies were killed!

This time, I don't know how old Qin people will drink blood under the sword?

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"Meet the curator!"

Dressed in a light blue Confucian scholar's brocade robe, his face is handsome, his eyebrows are calm, and there is a quiet and peaceful charm all over his body. With his hair tied up and crowned, he steps forward and looks at the old owner in front of him. The young man bows his hands and salutes.

"Lu, how long have you been in Xingcheng Library?"

In the main hall of Xingcheng Library, the old man in red robe still kneels in the front, pointing at the wooden stick, writing Zhao Guo characters in the sandbox, hearing the young man's words, smiling slightly, and asking casually.

"In a flash, it's almost five years."

The young man sighed softly, his eyes glowed with a ray of long-lasting memories, his body turned slightly, and he stared at the Xingcheng library disciples in front of him for a long time. .

The reason is what the Canjian hero and the Feixue heroine said, that the assassination of King Qin Yingzheng failed, which aroused heat for the Xingcheng Library.But in Lu's view, no matter whether it was done by the two heroes of Canjian or not, Xingcheng Library will have such a result in the future.

Because this is the fate of Xingcheng Library!

It has been intertwined with the fate of Zhao State. When Zhao State prospers, the Xingcheng Library prospers. When Zhao State declines, the Xingcheng Library will decline. The two Canjian heroes may not be extremely disappointed with Zhao State if they did such an extreme thing.

"Five years ago, Sheng was secretly killed by Qin State because of Zhao State's treasure. You were also entrusted by him to come to the Xingcheng Library. What Sheng did was for you, so I never accepted you as a disciple."

"Today, there will be a catastrophe in the library, you... should leave too."

Lu's status is special, and in the entire library, no more than one person knows about it. The old library owner wrote a word of sword on the sandbox with a pen.

At that time, Lord Wu Zhen had said that if the Xingcheng Library got involved in the affairs of the Qin State, it would be completely wiped out, and he kept his promise all the time, unfortunately, after all, the world is natural.

"Qin, the general trend of the world, the road, where should we go?"

When it came to the matter of leaving, Lu's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this day long ago.Before the master died, he told himself that he must live well, so he has been working hard to live.

But in recent years, looking at the general situation of the world, the state of Zhao is in chaos, the civil and military strife, South Korea has become a state of vassals of Qin, Wei is seeking to become stronger, Yan has always been hostile to Zhao, Chu is too busy to take care of itself, and Qi has always been diplomatic with Qin. it is good.

In this way, although Zhu Xia is big, he still has no place for himself.

"Go to the place you should go, the shore of the East China Sea, the city of Songhai!"

"Your temperament is very suitable there."

The old owner quietly looked at the sword characters on the sandbox. Over the past three generations, there have been dozens of ways to write sword characters, and there are still eighteen kinds in Zhuxia today. I don’t know how many will be left in the future.

Lu's temperament is not suitable for being an official, nor is he suitable for being a general, but it is similar to Sheng's later temperament, and is similar to the sword in Sheng's hand.

"Little Sages Village!"

Lu looked a little surprised, he was no stranger to Xiaoshengxian Zhuang. In fact, Xingcheng Library can be regarded as one of the branches of Confucianism. Of course, it is far inferior to Xiaoshengxianzhuang.

I want to go to Xiaoshengxianzhuang, is there really my future place?

"In the past few years in the library, you have also read a lot of books. Confucius has seventy-two disciples. Who do you admire most?"

The old curator erased the words of sword on the sandbox, and slowly got up from behind the case. Seeing this, Lu hurried forward to help him get up.Feeling this, the old curator smiled even more, his old face was filled with a strange mysterious light.

Walking to the hall, there are still remaining library disciples who are practicing writing, outlining the writing of Zhao Guo stroke by stroke, outlining the writing that belongs to Zhao Guo alone, which represents the spirit of Zhao Guo, representing the background of Zhao Guo, Represents the elegance of Zhao State.

Lu Accompanied by his side, watching in the same way.

"The Master said: "It's a good man to return to. One sack of food and one ladle of water to drink. In the back alleys, people are overwhelmed with their worries, and they will not change their joys when they return. It is a good man to return. Don't vent your anger, don't make mistakes, unfortunately, you will die short-lived. Today, he is dead, and he has never heard of a good scholar."

"Three months of his heart do not violate benevolence, and the rest is just as long as the sun and the moon are at their peak."

"Xianzai, come back!"

Lu Zhangkou recited lightly, and "The Analects of Confucius" came out. Among the seventy-two disciples of Confucian Confucius, this person was the only one who got his heart the most.Therefore, Yan Hui not only transcended the world in philosophy, but also transcended the world in mind.

After Confucius left, Yan Hui alone was enough to govern Confucianism.

The rest of the disciples all worship him, not because of their cultivation, not because of their principles, but because of their people.If it conforms to the Taoism's mystery, it should be indisputable, and nothing in the world can compete with it. This is called the way of heaven.

"People of later generations, no one can go back."