crossing with green hills

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The face of the whole person is several years old.

The tide of aura disappeared within a few breaths, and everyone was still unsatisfied. The feeling of being in harmony with each other is so addictive.

There is no feeling that can be compared with it, it is indescribably wonderful.

In some Xianyang cities, the prodigals who linger in the flowers all day have the most say. Compared with the feeling of spiritual energy rushing into the body, the rhythm of yin and yang based on the body is not worth mentioning.

It's like a world apart.

One is the catharsis of desire and the pursuit of pure pleasure; the other is the fusion of soul and flesh, which is the double sublimation of body and spirit.

These vagabonds in the flowers, once again thinking of the graceful figure of the oiran in the city, they suddenly felt dull, their hearts were as cold as ice, and their bodies did not have the slightest reaction.

There is no longer the burning feeling of the past.

"The unification of China, the end of the troubled times, the first emperor's great achievements in winning the government, luck, and great merit. Now this seat is in the mortal world, and he will take over the position of the teacher of the country. Together with the first emperor, we will start the prosperous age of Yuan Dynasty, build the road of immortality, and open the way of immortality. Strengthen the people, practice education."

Li Tiansheng talked eloquently, and his cold voice was clearly heard by everyone.

"Today, I take over the position of teacher of the country, and I will present it to the first emperor and the world!"

As Li Tiansheng finished speaking, everyone stretched their necks, staring intently at the figure in Tsing Yi on the high platform, looking forward to it.

The Xianyang storyteller has a saying that is always on his lips, "A product produced by an immortal must be a high-quality product!"

In the past, people who heard it either had fun, or didn't care, or sneered.

But now, everyone hopes to come true, let's see what a fairy handwriting is.

"The first ceremony, the Martial Dao Stele, remembers the method of practice!"

Accompanied by Li Tiansheng's thin lips gently parting, the Weishui River resounded with the sound of shocking waves, and the turbulent waves crashed on the shore.

The tortoises that had been staying in the river climbed up one after another, walked up the bank, and came here.

Large swaths of water flowed down from the back of the turtle, and everyone gasped as they watched the giants the size of houses appear in front of them with heavy steps.

With a light wave of the probe, the stone tablet on the turtle's back suddenly flew up and stood suspended in the air.

Li Tiansheng tapped his slender finger, and dozens of stone monuments swept away towards the inside and outside of Xianyang City.

Some fell in the mountains, some fell in the city, and some of the most prominent ones fell in the Xianyang Palace.

However, when the huge stone tablet fell, it was like a feather floating in the air, without making any sound.

Whether it is a general, a prince, or a commoner, their gazes follow the stele.

Seeing where the stele fell, the crowd was excited.

The method of practice is what the world desires.

Some people regard it as the beginning of longevity, some people regard it as the stage of promotion, and some people regard it as the way to settle down.

Now that the stele has been properly placed and everyone has the opportunity to get in touch with the method of cultivation, a big stone in my heart finally fell down.

Looking around, Li Tiansheng could see everyone's expressions at a glance.

The method of practice is related to one's own promotion of the evolution of the world to planning, and how can all these things fall into the hands of the powerful.

For those who have ulterior motives and want to take the Martial Dao Monument as their own for personal gain, once they have a wrong idea.

Immediately, the backhand he arranged will be activated.

At that time, there will definitely be a good show to watch.

Li Tiansheng seemed to have remembered something interesting, and the corners of his pretty mouth twitched slightly.

"The second ceremony, a humanistic weapon!"

Slightly caressing towards the void, four utensils of different shapes are displayed in the void.

As Li Tiansheng flicked his fingers, everyone saw that things as thin as cicada's wings, white as snow, and as light as gauze fell into everyone's hands.

Everyone looked at the things in their hands curiously, waiting for the fairy to explain.

"This is……!!!"

Meng Tian in the crowd was overjoyed and turned over the white paper in his hand to read it over and over again.

Showing a look of idiot.

"General Meng, what is this?"

Wearing black armor, with a ferocious animal head hanging on each shoulder, the armored veteran approached Meng Tian's ear with a curious expression on his face.

Meng Tian looked for the sound and turned his head, seeing the old man, his complexion was complicated.

"General Wang!"

The person who asked the question was Wang Jian, General of the Great Qin Dynasty, who was also Wang Li's grandfather. His Wang family, like the Meng family, was a family of Great Qin generals.

I have been the Great Qin all my life, fighting on the battlefield with horses and horses, fighting the world, shrouded in horse leather.

I can be regarded as the one he watched growing up.

Just to avoid your lord's suspicion, the Meng family and the Wang family have always seldom communicated.

Sometimes, even in order to reassure the first emperor, they would deliberately avoid each other.

The older generation is Wang Jian and his grandfather Meng Ao.

The new generation is Wang Li and him.

Now that Wang Li died in Xianxiang, in the final analysis, although Meng Tian was not the direct murderer, he was also involved.

If he hadn't entered Xianxiang, he would have brought things back in a hurry before he had thought about it thoroughly.

He didn't try his best to stop the Beiyan monster from bewitching His Majesty, Wang Li would not die without a whole body, even now there is not even a corpse.

Therefore, it is inevitable to be embarrassed when we meet now.

"Don't worry, Wang Li's death has nothing to do with you." Seeing Meng Tian's concern, Wang Jian stretched out his hand and lightly patted Meng Tian's shoulder.

Looking up at the figure in Tsing Yi on the high platform, Wang Jian had an old face full of weather marks, full of complexity, hatred and awe.

In the end, it all comes down to mediocrity.

He only heard him sigh, with an inexplicable expression on his face, "My royal family has been loyal for generations, whether it's for Great Qin or for the people of the world.