Chapter 13 The roar of the dragon and the sound of the sword shape the creation of God!
‘Brush! ’
‘Brush! ’
The stars and the moon hang high.
A few slight sounds rose in the quiet foothills.
Some sleeping birds were startled by the sound of walking in the forest. After taking a look in the moonlight, they fell asleep again.
"Be careful, it should be nearby, search quickly." The leader spoke in Da Qin Mandarin with a Qi accent.
"Yes."
Everyone nodded, wearing dark night clothes, walking through the dense woods.
They are agile and agile. Their skin is wrapped in black night clothes, with only two eyes exposed, as sharp as hawks in the moonlight.
They passed through the defense lines one after another silently, walking among the mountains and forests as if they were walking on flat ground, without arousing anyone's attention.
The group of five people did not know how far they traveled through the dense jungle. They spread out in a fixed area and searched carefully.
The silver moonlight tore through the dark clouds and fell on them, stretching their shadows very long.
After an unknown amount of time, a dark figure finally stopped and found the specific location based on a broken branch on the ground.
“Come all over.”
"Almost."
"It's around here."
As the black shadow spoke, several people wandering in the distance rushed over at the same time, then scattered, searching in all directions. got up.
After just half a quarter of an hour.
“Found it.”
"It's just under the foothills not far to the right."
A dark figure came back quietly and reported respectfully.
“Let’s go.”
Everyone walked forward and soon came to a foothill.
The jungle here is dense, the vegetation is lush, and a mountain stream keeps flowing in the distance, making a tinkling sound.
Everything looks completely different from a thousand years later, but if Ying Zheng were here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance - this is the place where he ordered his guards to bury the wonders and the Ding Qin Sword yesterday!
Squatting down and using the moonlight to pick up the stubble of a branch that had obviously been trampled on, the scout narrowed his eyes.
“That’s right.”
“This is the place that the Prime Minister mentioned.”
Without any hesitation, everyone wearing night clothes , quickly took out the tools and started digging into the cave ahead.
That's right.
These five scouts are none other than others.
He is the current Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty, one of Lu Buwei’s many disciples!
As one of the two major forces in Da Qin, Lu Buwei naturally has many followers.
He naturally knew everything that Ying Zheng did in the eldest son’s palace.
He was also very aware of the fact that Ying Zheng secretly buried the wonders and ruins he created in the soil.
However, even though I didn’t take Ying Zheng’s iron work seriously, it was a bit strange to bury it in the ground after making iron.
So Lu Buwei, who was cautious in character, still sent his followers to investigate.
Although the guards sent by Ying Zheng were carefully handled when they left, they still could not escape the eyes of these top scouts.
After digging the cave, the two of them stood guard on the outside. After the others made sure that there was no danger inside, they walked in quietly. However, after walking in, these scouts narrowed their eyes.
In the huge cave, there are various objects placed.
The first thing that catches the eye are two large bronze vessels as tall as two people. Based on the appearance, they are indeed the sword smelting pool and sword casting platform in the intelligence.
According to the information from the Prime Minister, these were all built in the official workshop of the palace. After they stepped forward to investigate carefully, they found no problem.
In addition, there are dozens of broken sword blades.
They are inserted into the earth. According to the intelligence, these were forged by Zizheng himself, the current eldest son of the Qin Dynasty.
They are just stuck in the ground, guarding the central sword together with the thirty-six copper bells hanging around the bronze vessel.
“What are you doing?”
“Gong Zizheng spent a long time building an iron sword, but in the end he found a cave and buried it in it?”
Several spies With some doubts, they stepped forward, only to find that there was nothing noteworthy around them.
The bronzes are ordinary bronzes, the style is the most standard sword casting platform and sword smelting pool of the Qin Dynasty, and the copper bells are also brand new.
There is nothing special about the broken sword embryo inserted on the ground, except that the long sword guarded in the center seems to be quite sharp.
But...it's nothing special.
Everything is ordinary.
This made many guards a little confused.
What is this young master who is about to ascend the throne doing?
Having nothing to do, he made a sword with a hammer and buried it in the mountain?
They searched the surroundings carefully again, but no matter how they searched, they found nothing!
Not sure why.
What are you doing?
There is a sword-making platform, a sword-making pool, and a pile of junk. A broken sword is guarding here?
After carefully checking it several times to make sure that there was absolutely nothing fishy, the Wuji scouts shook their heads and retreated, and restored the dug cave to its original state.
“Go back and report.”
“I really don’t know what this young master is doing.”
“The dignified eldest son of Qin, the upcoming King of Qin, is actually forging iron.”
"Hey, King Qin, he's just a puppet."
"Hush! It's good to know this kind of thing, but you can't say it."
Several scouts retreated silently. , carefully restoring the hole he had originally destroyed to its original state.
And just when they restored everything and slowly retreated away.
What no one noticed was that the person who was originally guarded in the middle of the Broken Sword, Bronze Bell, and Bronzeware And the sharp long sword suddenly let out a series of faint sword sounds.
‘Zheng~’
‘Zheng~’
The sound of the sword is not loud, but it is clear and sweet, like the roar of a dragon, echoing in the ancient cave.
Almost at the same time as the sound of the sword reverberated, it seemed to stir up ripples of time. Among the mottled years, there was a vague shadow of a modern woman, flashing in the light in the cave. And passed away.
The sound of the sword is fleeting.
The afterimages of time and space also dissipated.
The ancient cave fell into darkness again.
And the next second.
A thin and complicated golden pattern appeared out of thin air on the hilt of the sword, and spread out, slowly covering the sword body inch by inch...
Due to the influence of later generations, the bronze sword began to gradually Appearance.
(End of this chapter)