Qin Dynasty: Father Ying Zheng granted marriage to young Siming

"Son."

A Black Tiger Guards sergeant came behind Fu Che.

"what's up?"

Fu Che asked.

"Mr. Wei Zhuang invites you to meet via the contact information you left in advance."

The sergeant said to Fu Che.

"Place."

Fu Che asked again.

"The top of Ximing Mountain at noon tomorrow."

The sergeant said: "Sir, do you need us to escort you?"

"No need."

Fu Che turned around and said, "Ask the people in the pigeon team to keep an eye on Li Si. All actions must be recorded and reported to me."

"promise."

The sergeant took the order.

……

Ximing Mountain in the early morning.

This is a mountain outside Songhai City.

It's not too high, but it covers a large area. When Fu Che was going up the mountain, he could hear the woodcutter singing folk songs in the mountain.

It seems that this is not a specialty of the southwest frontier. The woodcutter always likes to shout twice when no one is around.

It was a bit cold in the mountains in the early morning.

Fu Che was alone in a black outfit and holding eight uniforms as he slowly walked up the mountain along the path.

He didn't walk fast or in a hurry.

As if thinking about something.

Beside the path is a gurgling stream.

The sound of the flowing stream also gave the silent mountain forest a sense of hierarchy.

The road is to go up step by step.

Time is passing by little by little.

Following the path, Fu Che came to a mountain stream at this moment.

At this time, a wooden bridge appeared in front of him.

The wide wooden bridge is seven to eight feet long and about one to five feet wide.

All are built with extremely thick wood.

However, Fu Che was standing at the end of the bridge at this time.

However, he stopped in his tracks and looked deeply at the person walking slowly across from him.

He is much taller than an ordinary person, and his body is as strong as a male bear.

The dark skin and tattered clothes gave this man a bit of roughness and unruliness.

The heavy sword carried behind him, although only the hilt was visible, still gave people a sense of oppression.

"Juque...the supreme king in the world..."

Fu Che said to himself.

Watching the man walking from a distance step by step, getting closer and closer.

"Dong dong dong..."

The black swordsman wins seven.

A very important figure in the drama and history.

Perhaps it was because the tonnage of the primer itself was relatively large, but the footsteps of Shengqi's approach were heavy.

Shengqi also noticed Fu Che.

He looked at the young man whose height seemed to only reach his chest.

Strong, not weaker than yourself.

This is the judgment given by Fu Che.

But Shengqi's eyes were looking at the sword in Fu Che's hand.

A sword he didn't recognize, but with a faint murderous intent.

Fu Che stepped onto the wooden bridge.

The other party has also stepped onto the wooden bridge.

The road goes towards the sky on both sides.

Fu Che knew who the other party was, and the other party also knew what kind of existence Fu Che was.

Getting closer and closer, one step...two steps...

As the distance gets closer.

The moment the two of them were in contact with each other, they both felt the strong aura on each other.

The two of them walked forward separately.

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The wind seemed to have stopped at this moment.

After staggering about five or six feet away.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Fu Che slowly turned around.

And Shengqi also stopped and turned his back to Fu Che.

"You...are the prince of the empire?"

Shengqi asked Fuche in a deep voice.

"Yes."

The answer is only one word.

"very good."

Shengqi said, then slowly turned around.

His eyes seemed to look up and down at Fu Che again, his face expressionless.

But just standing there felt a strong sense of oppression.

Especially the scars on the body and the tattoos on the body.

It also reflects the extraordinary experience of this person.

"Black Swordsman, wins seven..."

Fu Che smiled slightly: "I can go through all the death rows in the seven countries. There is no other person in the world who has the same experience."

Shengqi's eyes were still fixed on the eighth suit in Fu Che's hand.

"Your sword is very special. I heard that this sword is called Eight Clothes."

Sheng Qi said: "I also heard that you defeated the Mohist giant Yan Dan."

"You've heard quite a lot."

Fu Che said.

"I really want to see what kind of sword the eighth server is."

Shengqi’s hand was already on the hilt of the giant sword behind his back.

"You seem to like asking questions, but you don't know that this question will be very costly."

Fu Che smiled and said, "You still want to ask, huh?"

"Did you see the tattoo on my body?"

The heavy giant bridge was pulled out by Shengqi and landed heavily on the bridge, making a metallic sound.

Shengqi said in a deep voice: "I have asked many expensive questions."

"Ah……"

Fu Che sneered and said, "The tattoos on your body are proof that you have failed to pretend to be critical again and again?"

Chapter 54 Fu Che: "Did you not eat?"

The wind blew on the two of them.

The surroundings were extremely silent at this moment.

"Your strength should be as tough as your mouth!"

Shengqi said slowly.

The next second, his whole aura suddenly changed, and he rushed towards Fu Che with a giant sword in hand.

Sparks can appear when the towed giant bridge rubs against the bridge deck.

Shengqi's movements were extremely fast.

"Humph!"

Fu Che snorted coldly.