I don't know who made a sound of surprise, waking up Tang Xuanming who was deep in thought.
He couldn't help but look up and saw a little girl about ten years old talking with Xiang Liang and others.
The girl was only a teenager, but she could already see her beautiful face, black and beautiful hair, skin as smooth as milk, and her big, watery eyes. Every move she made was captivating.
However, she is as pure as a lotus, and her every move does not carry any charm, but has a kind of elegance. It is obvious that she has received an extremely good education since she was a child.
"Miss Yue'er..."
Everyone in the Xiang family greeted each other familiarly, and the wounded all smiled.
Here they can receive treatment. Duan Murong, one of the most skilled figures in the Mohist family and the original top physician of the Yan Kingdom, is here. All of them can recover quickly from their suffering.
Tang Xuanming's expression was dull, without much fluctuation. He was not curious about Jue Ding's medical skills.
Not to mention that the most advanced medical skills in this world may not be useful in the wild world, the learning efficiency alone is enough to make him collapse.
The most important thing for him now is not to improve his medical skills, but to work hard to improve his strength. This is the basis for his survival.
If he can truly become a Mohist tycoon, the benefits will be endless. Duan Murong, who is now living in seclusion here, will also do her best to heal the Mohist tycoon's injuries.
After some polite exchanges, a group of people rowed into the mirror-like lake, which was like a paradise with picturesque scenery.
It is a good place to live in seclusion, but for this group of determined warriors, this is not a place to stay for a long time.
They left the seriously wounded behind, and all those with minor injuries who were able to walk left quickly and did not stay here for long.
Gai Nie and Tian Ming disappeared mysteriously for a while, but soon, this superb swordsman returned again, with a hint of fatigue deep in his eyes.
The ignorant and innocent Tianming did not notice anything, but Tang Xuanming already knew that Ge Nie's journey to seek medical treatment failed.
The Yin-Yang Curse Seal in Tianming's body cannot be resolved by Duan Murong's medical skills. Gai Nie will eventually take Tianming to find the Taoist master who once ordered him to unlock the Yin-Yang Curse Seal that has been lost for nearly a hundred years.
"The love affair between Gai Nie and Duan Murong was also interrupted. I don't know if the official couple will be able to get together in the end?"
Tang Xuanming sighed in his heart. With Gai Nie, the most committed swordsman in the world, he didn't worry about Tianming's life or death at all.
Even if we don't go through the original history, the Yin and Yang curse seal in Tianming's body will eventually be lifted. On the contrary, if Gai Nie and Duan Murong missed it this time, they may have truly missed it.
"What a pity for an official couple."
Looking back at the center of the lake, I saw that the island was still there alone, so beautiful and fascinating.
But Xiang Liang, Xiang Yu or Fan Zeng didn't miss it at all. In their hearts, the restoration of the country is more important than anything else. Nothing is more important than this.
Gai Nie, a character who has not yet been emotionally moved, and who only knows that the unparalleled character who pursues the way of swordsmanship, will not have much nostalgia. His thoughts are all on Tianming now.
Only Tang Xuanming, who knew many things, would look back at that place.
When the group of people gradually drifted away, Tang Xuanming finally turned around and waited to go to the real Mohist organ city.
The only piece of pure land in the eyes of the world, the last piece of heaven and earth where there is no need to abide by the laws of Qin.
"After so many failures, the public loser should have come out, right?"
Tang Xuanming stared at the ripples on the lake surface, with endless ripples in his heart.
The situation in the Qin State is like the surface of this lake. The ripples spread little by little, and no one can be sure whether they will eventually form huge waves or disappear into nothingness.
Looking at the gloomy sky, Tang Xuanming tightened his grip on the bronze sword at his waist. What kind of effect would he, an inferior swordsman, have on this sea of waves?
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"Cang Lang took advantage of the night and fog to attack the Xiang family's convoy, but was killed by Ge Nie!"
Chi Lian took a secret letter from the foot of a blue bird, and after reading the contents, his expression became slightly indifferent.
Wei Zhuang didn't have much movement, as if the person who died was an insignificant stranger, not one of his three masters.
He just calmly analyzed: "The Xiang family is also gathering in the Mohist government city, and Taoism has also had top figures appear in the government city. These existences that should be dissipated in the dust of history, do you still want to show their presence again?"
Chi Lian's expression was indifferent, but her heart was faintly touched. She was also one of the remnants of the Six Kingdoms and a descendant of the Korean royal family, but now she lived a life like a ranger, which she despised and disdained in the past.
She has become a force that the princes and nobles can control at will, just like how she could control the rangers and make them fight to the death with a single official position.
With the demise of the Six Kingdoms, all nobility and etiquette were lost in the smoke and dust of history.
The rolling wheels of history keep rolling forward, crushing everything.
"Does the Mo family want to resist?"
The corner of Chi Lian's mouth seemed to be a smile but not a smile, with a hint of sarcasm.
It seemed like she was mocking herself, and it seemed like she was mocking the Mohist family.
"It's just a government city hidden in the water. The public losers have chosen to take action. This is one of the hundreds of schools of thought that once competed with the Mohist family. I wonder if the Mohist family still has a giant?"
Back then, Wei Zhuang's battle to become famous was to kill the Mohist giant, and Chi Lian could be considered a flatterer.
Wei Zhuang looked indifferent, and his white eyebrows were as long as his hair, hanging down to his shoulders, dancing in the mountain wind.
"The Mohist giant is not dead."
"not dead?"
Chi Lian was stunned, but Wei Zhuang said to himself: "The Mohist family has been silent for so many years, and suddenly acted in such a high-profile manner. It seems that the Mohist giant has come out of the shadow of the failure of the year. Are you ready to use the mantis as a chariot?"
In the fierce mountain wind, Wei Zhuang's large black robes made a hunting sound. Behind him, the three thousand Qin troops waiting in formation remained silent except for the occasional neighing of war horses.
Not a single noise could be heard from the dense military formation, showing the extremely strict military discipline of the Qin army.
An army like Chi Lianwangzhe has a complicated expression, and Wei Zhuang also has a slightly strange expression. No matter how advanced their martial arts training is, they still find it difficult to face such a huge war machine.
In a head-on confrontation, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, there is no way to fight against thousands of troops. Manpower is invincible.
"First Emperor!"
As one of the most outstanding descendants of Guigu, Wei Zhuang felt a little bitter in his heart. He turned his head, not to look at the neat army, but to look in the direction of the Mo family's organ city.