Chapter 8 Hidden and Name

One day later, Li Yi and others disguised themselves as Zhao people and went to the State of Zhao to look for the remnant sword flying snow. On the way, they heard that the two had disguised themselves as Gaoshan and Liushui and hid in a library in Zhao Guoxing City.

On the sixth day of the mission world, the people arrived 30 miles away from Xingcheng and suddenly saw the smoke and dust in front of them rushing to the sky. It was not clear that it was the soldiers of Qin all over the mountains and fields. The smoke and dust that soared into the sky was the dust raised during the march.

At this time, the Qin army was encircling the city, and the leader was Wang Ben, the son of Wang Jian, the general of the State of Qin. At this time, the Qin army's encirclement was not yet solid, and there were many gaps between them. If there was no one, he could rush through the siege of the Qin army without being found, but now there are six people, and it is difficult not to be found.

In this way, the people had to tighten the reins and slow down the speed of the running horse, so as not to be misunderstood by the soldiers of the Qin army. Near the rear of the Qin army, they were immediately stopped by the Qin army.

The name showed his identity and revealed his intention. He had no choice but to repay the Chinese army. However, for a moment, he saw the armor-pierced general and horse appeared. Then he followed hundreds of guards and raised a dust from behind the horse and approached in an instant.

General Jiaqi was Wang Ben. He approached the horse and saw that Li Yi's six people were extraordinary, and they all had a sword. He couldn't help nodding and then shouted to the nameless, "You are nameless."

He held the sword anonymously and replied, "Exactly!"

Wang Ben asked, "What's the matter here?"

The nameless face was cold and he said, "General Wang, under the order of the king, come to arrest the assassin."

Wang Ben's face condensed and asked, "Who is it?"

With a nameless face and resolute, he said, "Canjian, flying snow."

Wang Ben's eyes glanced at the nameless, Li Yi and others twice, and then laughed and said, "The Canjian and Feixue are the masters of the world. The two work together to defeat the rounding of 3,000 armored troops three years ago. If they are here, if they want to leave, I'm afraid they can't stop me, 10,000 soldiers. I'd like to ask. Why do you have the ability to catch them?

The nameless face turned sharp and shouted coldly, "Sword!"

Wang Ben saw the fierce face and did not dare to stimulate too much. If he had a murderous heart without a name, it was still a question whether the hundred guards around him could resist it, but he still asked, "Your sword can only be faster than one person at most, while there are two people, Canjian and Feixue."

Li Yi couldn't help scolding. He stepped forward three steps side by side with the nameless, pointed to Wang Ben and shouted, "We have six people, but there are only two people in Canjian and Feixue. What you have to worry about is not us, but them!"

When Wang Ben saw that Li Yi was extraordinary, he asked, "I haven't asked for a big name yet."

The tough uncle beside him did not wait for Li Yi to answer and said first, "This is my eldest brother Li Yi, who had defeated the six masters of the Qin Palace with one sword before."

"What!"

Wang Ben and others were shocked. The guards even operated a long halberd and looked like they were facing a big enemy. There were seven masters in the Qin Palace. They had stayed in the general Wang Jian's army and helped the general Wang Jian to train the guards. Wang Ben was the son of the general Wang Jian. His own soldiers were brought from his father. Therefore, when they heard that Li Yiyi killed the six masters of the Qin Palace with his sword, they were all shocked. Fortunately, there was also a swordsman who was not defeated, but he did not know that the remaining Qin Palace master had been killed by Li Yi's sword.

Li Yi shrugged his shoulders, looked at the soldiers mockingly, and said with a smile, "You don't have to be so nervous!" It's not that I killed your father."

Wang Ben waved his hand and calmed his restless emotions. When he looked at Li Yi, he couldn't help but look up. Naturally, the person who could defeat the six masters with one sword was not a mediocre person. Thinking of this, Wang Ben smiled gently and said, "In this case, our army should open a channel for you."

Li Yi nodded and said, "Thank you very much."

Wang Ben said with a straight face, "Now that the siege of the city is approaching, the sergeant will consume more food and fodder in one more day. I will only give you an hour. If the assassin is not captured at the time of fall, I will shoot ten thousand arrows and break the spirit of the city."

Li Yi nodded and said, "That's natural. If we don't come back after an hour, it means that we have died at the hands of the Canjian Feixue, and then the general will do whatever he cares."

Wang Ben answered gently and then issued an order. A personal soldier got the arrow and ran away, opening the way for Li Yi and others, and then the two sides arched their hands and left separately.

The sergeant in front of him got the order of the arrow and opened a passage. Li Yi's six people rode by. It was not a joke to pass through the Qin army. The momentum of those hundred battles of yellow sand alone can make people afraid.

"Great wind, strong wind."

The morale of the Qin army was like a rainbow. When Li Yi and others passed through the array, the soldiers shouted the slogan of the Qin army, which was magnificent and shocked the war horse. If Li Yi and others had not ridden as a good horse, they would have been shocked by this shout.

"Wind, wind, wind."

Another series of shouts, which seemed to tell Li Yi and others about the sharpness in their hearts and the feeling of victory in their hearts. After shouting three times in a row, Li Yi and his others just rode their horses across the array, and then rode away.

The clouds are low and the mountains are white, flying and riding the dust, the dragon will meet in Zhongzhou, and stepping over Penglai.

The city is coming soon. It is a small city. The gates are open, and the people in the city have already left. There is only one library left. Six riders cross the street, and finally stop in front of the library, worship it, and enter the library in the name of seeking words.

The owner of the library is a highly valued old man. At this time, his status in the State of Zhao is equivalent to that of Peking University in the real world. He is not only knowledgeable, but also able to write and read the seven languages.

The old restaurant owner met six people from the unknown party and asked, "Why did the guests come at this time? Who are you?"

In ancient times, there was no ID card as it is now. When you encounter inquiries, you only need to show your ID card and check it on the Internet to know whether it is true or false. Before Qin was unified, there was no household registration system, but later unified the six countries, and then there was a unified text, unified lane, measurement and so on.

He knelt down on the seat and replied, "In Zhao Guoyi County, my father left his last wish and asked for a pair of ink treasures in your museum."

The old curator nodded slightly and sighed, "Today, my library is the last day. Who is the guest asking for?"

Zhao Guo Library is not like the real world. The old owner is very kind and approachable.

He bowed slightly and said, "Mr. Gao Shan, please."

The old restaurant owner looked at Li Yi and asked, "Why did the rest come here?"

Li Yi smiled and said, "We all came here to ask for words. Before our death, our ancestors asked for a pair of ink treasures, and they all asked Mr. Gaoshan for words."

Li Yi finished speaking, which made the rest of the people feel very painful. Although the old restaurant owner had many questions, he did not ask. He just smiled and pointed to a wall and said, "Mr. Gaoshan is there. Naturally, you will recognize it in the past."

Mr. Gaoshan is the remnant sword. Three years ago, he joined hands with Feixue to attack the Qin Palace. The 3,000 iron armor of the Qin Palace could not be stopped. The swordsmanship they used at that time was understood by calligraphy. It was extremely powerful. The nameless word was also to find out the mystery from it. As for Li Yi and others, they also wanted to see how they could understand the swordsmanship in calligraphy. , completely curious.

Six people left the table and bowed to the old museum owner. People like the old museum owner are like scholars and doctors, and they naturally respect each other with courtesy.

Out of the old owner's room, he went in the direction he pointed. There were many independent single rooms on both sides of the aisle. The door was made of mats as a rolling curtain. You could see that there were students sitting in it and practicing calligraphy, but Mr. Gaoshan was not in a hurry. They looked for them one by one, and finally in a room near the window. I found Mr. Gaoshan in white.

The remnant sword was named Mr. Gao. Although his sword spirit is restrained, his appearance and momentum cannot be changed. Although his dress shows a fragrance of books, there is a trace of strength in the momentum, and this trace of strength also slowly melts between calligraphy and painting, and finally combines yin and yang and realizes deeper swordsmanship.

The remnant sword hand held the long bamboo and kept writing in the sand. The maid Ruyue was serving, and she lived a free life. Hearing the movement outside the door, she asked, "Why did you come here?"

The nameless entered the room and stopped in front of a tripod. Li Yi and others followed him and sat down next to him, pressing the nameless accent and saying, "word!"

The head of the sword was not raised, and the long bamboo in his hand wrote a word Zhao on the sand and continued to ask, "What word do you want?"

An anonymous and simple answer: "Sword!"

Can Jian's heart moved slightly, and his hand couldn't help slowing down a little. Through a curtain, he saw that Li Yi's six people were all wearing long swords, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Then he was relieved and asked, "Is the guest a sword lover?"

As a nameless person, he said, "I'm just fulfilling my father's last wish."

At this time, the remnant sword finished writing a word, and the maid next to him pushed the sand pile flat. Only then did the remnant sword have time to stop writing and asked, "How many feet?"

Answered without a name: "Eight feet!"

The Can Jian did not write it immediately, but asked the five people, "What are the other words?"

Li Yi smiled and said, "Ji!"

What the name wants is the sword, and what Li Yi wants is the remnant. The two words add up to the remnant sword. The maid Ruyue shows a vigilant face, but the remnant sword is not moved. She also asked, "How many feet?"

Li Yi secretly said that the residual sword was quite strong, and he did not immediately attack to kill him, but replied softly, "Eight feet!"

The long bamboo in the hand of the remnant sword gently moved on the sand pile, and his body and mind were all on the words. Hearing this, he replied, "The eight-foot remnant sword needs cinnabar, like the moon, go and get cinnabar for me."

Before the unification of the State of Qin, the characters of various countries were different. There were 19 ways to write the word "sword". The remnant sword was written one by one on the sand pile, but there was nothing that I wanted. I had to put it first, and then write the word "dam" and there were only six ways to write the word "damant".

Time passed slowly. When the sixth "residual" character was finished, Li Yi did not find the font he wanted, and at this time, the hour from Wang Ben's appointment was almost over.

Li Yi stood up and said, "Calligraphy and swordsmanship are originally connected. I don't know if Mr. Gaoshan knows the seventh way of writing the word 'cap'."

The remnant sword stopped, saluted slightly, and said, "I would like to hear about it."

Li Yi replied, "The word 'damaged' I'm looking for is the last one that Mr. can write alone."