That night, Yaowang Valley and Wei Zhuang received a distant letter from Xianyang.
After reading the letter, he stared into the void and said: "Ying Zheng has given the order, Luo Wang will continue to pursue you, and you must be completely eliminated. The Yaowang Valley will soon usher in a war."
Gai Nie appeared quietly and walked slowly to Wei Zhuang's side, "Nike Liusha also has eyes and ears in Xianyang, and his status in the empire is not low."
Wei Zhuang remained silent. The breeze blew his white hair, and the moonlight gently swayed, leaving shallow shadows on the earth and rocks on the top of the mountain.
"Zhang Liang, Zhang Zifang." Gai Nie added without hesitation.
"Oh?" Wei Zhuang's eyes suddenly narrowed, "Your guess is accurate."
"This is not only my guess, but also the guess of Ying Zheng, Li Si, and Luo Wang."
What Gai Nie told was the truth. Since he defected and Wei Zhuang responded in time at the Waning Moon Valley, Ying Zheng must have had doubts within the empire, and Zhang Liang was the first to bear the brunt.
Wei Zhuang looked up at the sky. He had no unnecessary worries about his old friend and simply said: "He can handle it."
Gai Nie's eyes moved slightly, and he looked sideways at his junior brother's profile, his eyes calm and calm.
After a moment of silence...
"Xiaozhuang, the Liusha Organization, Nili Liusha, the Xiang family, and even Kuai Che, what exactly do you want?"
"Hmph, what a ridiculous question."
Wei Zhuang smiled disdainfully and glanced at his senior brother sideways, "Compared to your lofty confusion, I will take every step firmly."
"Really..., take a step and look at it, this doesn't look like you."
"Because I am not you. The eternal conflict of interests, the endless choices of life and death, this is Zongheng. Yingzheng's empire will fail, and the future of the world and the fate of the people will ultimately be determined by Zongheng."
"Zongheng..." Ge Nie chewed on these two words, looked at the dark distant mountains in the night sky, and murmured, "Zongheng, is this what you have been insisting on?"
"This has nothing to do with you." Wei Zhuang would reply indifferently.
"The empire was shattered, heroes resurrected, and Zongheng prospered because of the troubled times. If this is what you think, then, Xiaozhuang, you and I will have a battle in the end."
Gai Nie clenched his left hand fiercely, Yuanhong Sword was silent, and an indescribable solemn aura enveloped the top of the mountain.
Wei Zhuang lowered his head to look at the excited Shark Tooth, raised his lips, and said teasingly: "Why, Senior Brother, you claim to be beyond the fate of Ghost Valley, but in the end you go around and around, but you return to that fateful battle."
"The meaning of the sword in my hand has never changed."
"Meaning, what is that? It's meaningless. Your sword is only weak once and for all. But if you want to make up for the battle you owed for twenty years, Shark Tooth will accompany you to the end."
"..."
"..."
Phew~
In the silence between each other, the obscure sword intentions intertwined, the breeze in the mountains, the bright moon in the sky, the two figures fell on the cold sand.
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Xianyang, Central Academy.
Zhang Liang stood alone in the courtyard, looking up at the crescent moon faintly shining through the clouds, his eyes wandering and not knowing what to think.
"The non-existent seventh sword master of the Qilin Society, the second senior brother, has caused trouble. What do you mean? You have been in Xianyang these years, and you have won the trust of senior brother. At this moment, what are you planning...
"
Ever since I met Yan Lu, he had always looked like a leisurely and contented person. He was not interested in martial arts, fame, or power, and was too mysterious.
On the one hand, Zhang Liang admired Yan Lu's noble and aloof attitude, but at the same time, he always had deep doubts.
Now Yan Lu has confessed his identity as the sword master of the Qilin Society, but he is still vague about it. Zhang Liang is wary of this kind of person who is completely beyond his control.
Just when Zhang Liang was meditating on the moon alone, in the quiet night, some voices suddenly came from not far away.
"Hahaha! Sir, these words woke up the dreamer, hahaha~"
"I never imagined that the seniors of the Mo family would actually be so concerned about my immature remarks."
"No, no, Mr. Gongsun, you can't belittle yourself. There are tens of thousands of so-called scholars in this world. In my eyes, many of them are just seeking fame and fame, or they are busy fighting for power and profit. It is only fitting for a senior to be like this sir.
It’s your wish.”
"Come, sir, drink up this cup."
"Ha, it's my turn to respect you~"
The voices were roughly that of a man and a woman, and the atmosphere was full of enthusiasm. Zhang Liang jumped up to the high wall of the courtyard, listened carefully, and immediately recognized their identities.
"The famous celebrity Gongsun Linglong is having a banquet with guests, and is she from the Mohist family?"
Mohist family?
Zhang Liang's eyes flashed with a strange light.
The part of the Mohist family that once advocated resistance to the Qin Dynasty has perished in the war. The remaining Mohist forces, led by Xu Fuzi, are working for the empire. In recent years, they have also contributed a lot to the iron smelting and weapon making of the Qin Dynasty. It is not necessary to attack the Mohist clan.
, Jian Ai's life ended like this, which is very sad.
What are the people from the Mo family doing in Xianyang?
When did you become so familiar with famous people?
There is a pond in a separate courtyard not far away. There are countless thick bamboo poles inserted in the pond. The situation is quite strange.
Gongsun Linglong and a strange man were chatting and drinking in the pavilion in the center of the pond.
"Brother Xiaobo, according to current inferences, colorless and invisible white light is the most complex light that contains all colors. But, how can we prove it?"
Ding Xiaobo, the leader of the Mohist family, had followed Master Xu to Xianyang. Master Xu was busy assisting Gongshu Chou in cracking the Shiquan Jiazi Lock, so he came to discuss academic research with his close friend.
"Hey, Mr. Gongsun, look at the bamboo poles all over the pond. Have you found anything?"
Ding Xiaobo did not answer directly, but gave it away with a smile, licking the remaining wine on his lips, looking forward to Gongsun Linglong's response.
"The bamboo pole of this pond?"
Gongsun Linglong turned her head curiously and glanced at these vertical bamboo poles with doubts on her face.
"Brother Xiaobo, what do you mean?"
Ding Xiaobo pretended to pick up the wine glass and said with a sideways smile, "Ha, Mr. Gongsun, I've already given you the reminder. If you can't answer it, then I'll be the winner in this exchange."
"Oh, it turns out you are waiting for me here."
Gongsun Linglong pursed her lips and smiled, stood up holding the case, then pointed at Ding Xiaobo and said boldly: "Within the daybreak, I will definitely figure out the key. Just be optimistic, brother Xiaobo, Linglong will never give in
You evened it to a 1-1 draw."
"Limited by dawn? Oh my god, there are still three full hours, no way."
Ding Xiaobo also stood up quickly, looked around and then waved one hand, using his inner strength to grab a handful of incense out of thin air.
"I will light four sticks of incense for you. Within an hour, if you think of a way to prove it, then Xiaobo will consider himself to be the loser."
"Okay! It's a deal."
Gongsun Linglong smiled slyly, then slapped the table with her palm, and immediately the two glasses of wine spun around and collided in the air.
Ding~
Ding Xiaobo and Gongsun Linglong grabbed the wine glasses one by one, looked at each other with smiles, and drank down the wine.
Zhang Liang stood quietly high on the courtyard wall. He observed the conversation and performance of the two people, with confusion on his face: prove that white light is the most complex light that contains all colors? What does this mean...