Dressed lightly, wearing a cyan robe, going down the mountain for almost two years, now pinching his fingers, he is already nine years old, a little taller, refined Taoist mysteries, a trace of peculiar charm spread up and down the body, speech and demeanor, beyond the years.

The royal horse came out of Xianyang, originally Xufan wanted to follow, but was arranged by Zhou Qing to sit in the Xuanqing Palace, so that at any time what happened in Xianyang could communicate with each other, Weishui Tangtang, in Qin without danger, took a boat down, along the route of the previous Qin Wangzheng.

After passing through Lishan, there were many soldiers guarding and laboring, especially the SD soldiers captured by Shen Junhe in the spring of a few years ago, most of whom were captured in Lishan and built the mausoleum of Qin Wangzheng.

The construction of the mausoleum, accompanied by every king of the nations, has begun to be built since he ascended the throne, and now nine years have passed, but according to Zhou Qing's understanding, it can be built roughly.

At the beginning, the letter was written by Lü Buwei, saying that the power of the Qin state and the prestige of the king of Qin, the specifications of the mausoleum should surpass all the previous kings of the world, and the skilled craftsmen of the public losers were recruited in it, and the mausoleum and the palace were no different.

The water rhyme is clear, day and night endlessly from Longxi enters, runs through the entire Qin country, along the Weishui large and small cities are countless, converges the long river, mighty, and flows into the sea in the east.

On both sides of the wide Weishui River, the thick black cypress trees that rise up one after another, the leaves are beginning to show green, it is the spring that has not risen for a long time, all things are full of vitality, the flowers and plants in the distance of the river bank are also green and dotted, the morning sun has passed, the sun is hanging high, it is to add a little spring.

In recent years, the large-scale war of the Qin State is not obvious, there is a faint blue light in the eyes, in the extreme distance, a coarse linen cloth of the common people are cultivating the wasteland, the law of the merchant monarch for a hundred years, the people pay grain to receive the knighthood, the family of the duke is countless, and the people of the Shangjian are even more common.

Staying in Xianyang for so long, the thing of hanging out is a very inconspicuous old farmer, all of whom have a hairpin title, which is the third-level title of the Qin State, which can be seen.

On the land of the wasteland, the common people ploughed it, the men and women worked hard in it, and the children played in it, this scene spread throughout the Qin State, and the strength gathered to achieve the current situation of the Qin State.

Fish and salt shipping is endless, there are basically no ordinary passenger ships, they are all taken by the way, dozens of Qin half and two clicks, you can go directly to Luoyi, the wind of merchants with the Wenxin Hou Lü Buwei to expand to Qin and abroad.

After the checkpoint of the sealed tomb, you can overlook the Hangu Pass from afar, this pass can be the Xiongguan of the nations, the mountains on both sides are numerous, the offensive and defensive momentum are all in the Hangu Pass, for a hundred years, except for Meng Weijun to break through the pass and enter, there is no general to break into the Hangu Pass.

For hundreds of years, the patriarch Lao Tzu rode the green ox, leaving five thousand moral proverbs here, and left a prophecy for the Qin State.

However, a hundred years ago, all the land since the Fengling was owned by Wei, and Korea was also extremely strong, with the land of Shangdang in the north and the rich land of Danshui in the south.

Take a boat downstream, the speed is very fast, but two or three days, you will arrive at the land of Luoyang, go southeast from the land of Luoyang, you can enter South Korea, you have not seen it in recent years, Luoyang is still prosperous and unparalleled.

I didn't dare to stop in Luoyang, rested for a while, and galloped again, looking at the map in my hand, and went to the land of Chenggao, hundreds of miles away, which was close to the border between the current Qin State and South Korea.

"The little peach has no main flowers to bloom, the tobacco is vast with evening crows, and several ruined wells surround the old well, and they have always been people!"

The land of Chenggao, in the past, was also a big city in South Korea, with hundreds of thousands of people, farming and noisy, merchants in and out, but now looking at it, but the face is desolate, the city is dilapidated, and the roads are destroyed.

On the vast land on both sides, overgrown with weeds, no one cultivates, extremely visible, there is no slightest breath of people, the place where the water flow gathers, it is the desolation of the broken wall and the remnants of the tiles, although one or two people can be seen in the meantime, but the observation of the Zhou Qing Dynasty is far away.

Sighing in a low voice, since ancient times, the rise and fall have suffered the people, and Confucianism also has some implications, although the truth is clear, but Confucianism has not put forward a real countermeasure? Walk the world with the royal road? Walk the world with benevolence? Big fallacy!

The breeze blows, the snort is mixed with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms, the night is about to fall, the crisp chirping of birds echoes, looking around, one hand to the horse under him patting again.

According to the news from Zong Qiong, after being attacked and killed by the tyrannical forces in the New Deal City, they hid in the city and silently healed their injuries under the cover of the other forces in South Korea.

When night fell, the bright moon hung high, and under the spiritual sense, he avoided the detection of the border patrol guards, and directly entered the border of South Korea, entered its territory, and did not enter the nearby city of Zhaiyang, and took advantage of the night to move forward.

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In one night, the horse under the horse galloped for hundreds of miles, trimmed the horse for half an hour, and covered the horse with the vitality of heaven and earth to help it recover its vitality, and the next morning, he ran directly to the land of Huayang, which was 300 miles away from Xinzheng.

The light of dawn flickered, the red halo in the distance of the sky loomed, the cyan light around the body moved, the spirit and spirit did not consume too much, paused in the city of Huayang for half an hour, and came out again, two hours later, before the time came, Zhou Qing glanced at the map in his hand, the strength surged, and the sheepskin map turned into ashes.

Xinzheng!

This city originally belonged to Zheng Guo, but more than 100 years ago, it was destroyed by the newly born Korean Han Aihou with troops, and then moved the capital from Yangzhai in the southwest to Xinzheng.

Now more than 100 years have passed, the whole Xinzheng has a strong atmosphere of Zheng Guo in the past, the royal horse to Xinzheng, the city wall is still a hundred years ago, low and narrow, the road out of the city gate stretches into the distance, and the surrounding is the land of farming.

The city gate is about six feet high and about one zhang wide, and soldiers in pale red armor guard the front of the gate with spears in hand, and on the city wall, there are also soldiers patrolling, carrying bows and crossbows, closely monitoring all emergencies.

Turning over and dismounting, Zhou Qing's current size is vaguely on par with the horse next to him, holding the reins of the horse with one hand, following the flow of people in and out, and stepping into the city of the New Deal.

Although this ancient city is not as good as the capital of Xianyang in the Qin State, but walking in it, it has a unique charm, and the spiritual sense is running, and there is no hurry to find Zong Qiong and others, spread around, listen to the accent of Xinzheng Zhiyin, adopt its dialect, and turn into his own body.

The nations have been fighting for hundreds of years, the words and languages are different, although they are familiar with the languages of the countries, but the accent dialect can not be changed, fortunately, although there is a difference with the dialect of the Qin country, it seems that it is not big, the powerful spiritual surge, after an hour, Zhou Qing smiled, and went to a certain place in the city.