Vol 7 Chapter 20: Idiot

"The ancient gentleman, rule the world with benevolence and righteousness, the teacher must be named, you Qin people Yuanwu stealing the country, Zheng sleeves two husbands, is it still famous?"
Zhao Ce raised his eyebrows and said faintly.
"what did you say!"
Hearing such a speech, an angry cry rang from the Qin army.
Zhao Ce's lips are slightly upturned, and the face is ridiculous, but it is disdain to see those Sergeant Qin Jun.
"I told you about those, nothing to others, only about the Bashan sword field, about the old war of Wang Jingmeng and your master." Ghost;;;; novel. +. Deep, such as the military-like practice The person is indifferent, just as quietly as before, "some things, whether they believe it or not, are facts that exist."
Zhao Ce looked at him and asked: "Who are you?"
The practitioner was beheaded for the ceremony and said: "The teacher is a teacher, but many people are used to calling me a ghost teacher."
Zhao Ce slightly glimpsed, but he was abruptly bowed back to the ceremony: "It turned out to be a ghost sword that once rebelled from the Bashan sword field. After you never wanted to leave the Bashan sword field, you really practiced the practice of the ghosts and ghosts."
The conversation between the two was very dull, but even in this war, there was a scream and a cold breath outside the city.
The significance of the Bashan sword field to the Qin people is self-evident. Even though many records about the Bashan swordfield were burned after Yuanwu was enthroned, many things and many people could not wipe the army, especially for the practitioners. Off.
In the most brilliant years of the Bashan sword field, there was only one traitor, and that was the division.
Legend has it that the swordsmanship of the division’s sword is unpredictable, so it is called the ghost sword, and it is said that he became a traitor to the Bashan swordfield because he wanted to assassinate Wang Jingmeng. In the legend, his talent is similar to Wang Jingmeng’s dream, because he is too talented by Wang’s dream, and he is afraid that Wang Jingmeng will press himself in the future, so he wants to assassinate Wang Jingmeng. After he failed, he fell into the cliff but was lucky. Escape and die.
The reappearance of the legendary characters often carries the breath of an era, making the air seem to be heavy.
However, the look of Shi Changluo is extremely weak. He said: "There is no difference in merits and usefulness."
Such a faint state of mind is to make Zhao Ce's face more suspicious. A feeling of being stared by a fierce beast is born. He looks at the teacher Chang, and seriously: "It is rumored that you are a stunned dream. Out of the mountain sword field, but you are not a narrow-minded person."
"Indifferent to life and death, how to know the strength and weakness." The tone of the teacher Chang has suddenly become Sensual: "If I lose to him, there is nothing to say, if I kill him, it will prove that he is not as strong as me."
Zhao Ce frowned and said: "It turned out to be a sorcerer in the sword."
The teacher looked at the guru of the Zhao Jian furnace, and his heart gave birth to countless complicated emotions, but only for a moment, his state of mind became absolutely unbroken, leaving no trace of embarrassment.
"Why don't you kill Yuanwu?" Zhao Ce could not help but ask this sentence.
Many Qin army sergeants are discolored.
"I have been killed in the Bashan swordfield but I have been seriously injured. I am slow to enter the country. If it is the same, we may have to try it." The commander responded calmly.
Everyone heard what he meant.
He is self-confessed that he has not been able to keep up with Yuanwu. Otherwise, if he and the Yuanwu are in the world, he will have to live with Yuanwu to see who is strong and who is weak.
Zhao Ce silenced the time of counting interest, took a deep breath, looked up at the eyes of the teacher, and solemnly asked: "Is the former Wang Jingmeng dream and my teacher respected the date of the battle?"
The teacher is cold and cold: "A sword flying in the mirror and the moon and burning the sulfur pool water, you should know both things."
Jinghu was originally in Zhaozhou, when the Qin and Zhao dynasty battles, the Qin army conquered Zhangzhou, Wang Jingmeng night view mirror lake, applied a sword, the water wave was not shocked, but the reflection of the moon in Jinghu Lake was separated by two halves. For a long time.
Zhaojingquan City has a hot spring named sulfur pool. The water is dim and warm, about tens of square meters. The master of Zhao Jian furnace has put a sword on the sulfur pool one day, steamed dry sulfur water, and even hot springs. Cut off.
These two things have been in the past for a long time, but they represent the peak of swordsmanship and cultivation in the world of practitioners. Like the sword of Pingshan in the Lushan League, it is destined to spread in the world of practitioners.
In particular, the singer of Zhao Jianhua’s burnt sulphur pool water was passed down in many stories later. He was dissatisfied with the emperor of the Da Zhao dynasty, so he exerted the pressure on the sword. Soon after, he was Da Zhao. The emperor set up a bureau to kill.
These are all old things, and the twists and turns are hard to tell. However, today, the characters such as Shi Changlu and Zhao Ce have gathered together, but they have the possibility of sorting out.
Especially for Zhao Ce, these things are more important than personal life and death.
"So what you mean is that my master has burned the sulphur pool water in order to respond to Wang Jingmeng's sword?" He looked at the teacher, and slowly asked.
The teacher smiled coldly: "The time between the two things is almost the same time that the news is passed to you Zhao Jian. You should know your master more than I do. With his disposition, would it be really boring to deliberate? Go to such a sword and deter your emperor of Da Zhao?"
Zhao Ce was silent for a moment, then bowed and said: "I would like to hear the details."
"It's very simple."
The teacher said: "Before the city where Zhao Jianhao was located, for the Qin army, it was just an ordinary Zhaocheng that was wiped out along the way. However, no one thought that there would be a sword furnace there. There would be such a master, there is no Less like a strong practitioner like you. Your master is killing a Qin army. For the Bashan sword field at that time, even if many practitioners and army were sent to smash your city, even if you killed you. Master, you guys fled from the outside, after all, it is a scourge, so Wang Jingmeng wanted to bet on World War I. If he wins your master, you will leave the city and Qin Jun will leave the city. But the people of your Zhao Jian furnace can no longer intervene in the battle of Qin Zhao."
After the pause, the division commander then sneered: "That is the best way. If you change me, you will naturally do the same."
Zhao Ce asked: "What does that have to do with those two things?"
"Wang Jingmeng is different from me. He may think that it is better to fight the difference between life and death, so he first got out of the sword. If your master knows it and knows it, then this sword will not be used. But your master is deliberately going back to him with a sword." The teacher looked down slightly and said.
There are many complicated looks in Zhao Ce’s eyes. He started to speak, but the speed of speech became very slow. "So my master also thinks that he and Wang Jingmeng coincide with each other. Otherwise, with his disposition, if it is Wang Jing Dream that sword is far worse than him, he will not deliberately apply that sword. If Wang Jingmeng wins him a lot, he will naturally not go to apply a sword."
The teacher said faintly: "You finally understand."
Outside the city, many sergeants and practitioners are in great shock at this time.
It turned out that the strongest man of the Daqin dynasty, and the master of Zhao Jian furnace, was the adversary, even agreed on the war period, but only in the future, the master of Zhao Jian furnace has already died in Zhao’s own conspiracy. . Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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