Chapter 323: Wind Rising in Xianyang
The land of the Western Regions was in turmoil, and the land of the Central Plains was also in turmoil.

"Tianming, follow me!"

On this day, Gai Nie, the first guard beside Zheng Ge, who is known as the Empire's Sword Saint and the contemporary descendant of Guiguzi, left the palace in broad daylight and came to the eastern suburbs of Xianyang to find the child he had been secretly following for several years: Tianming.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

The child called Tianming by Gai Nie is a handsome boy with big bright eyes and his face inherited from his parents. Looking at Gai Nie who appeared in front of him, Tianming's eyes were full of admiration. Since Tianming could remember, he was adopted by an elderly couple.

Tianming had no memory of the past. More than a year ago, the old man whom Tianming called grandpa went out and was killed by a wolf. His grandmother was so sad that she followed him a few days later. After that, Tianming thought that he would live a life of wandering and begging for a living.

However, this man found Tianming and took good care of him. At first, Tianming thought that Gai Nie was his father, but soon Gai Nie told him that he was not his father and that he took care of him because he was a friend of his father. Although he knew that Gai Nie was not his father, it did not prevent Tianming from respecting Gai Nie as his father.

"Go find your father's friends, they will take good care of you." Facing Tianming's question, Gai Nie's face, which was filled with melancholy, showed a desolate look from the bottom of his heart.

Tianming didn't quite understand what Gai Nie meant.

"Pack your things, we'll leave right away." Gai Nie already had a bag on him. He lowered his head to look at Tianming and gave him an admonition.

"Okay, uncle." Tianming agreed immediately, ran back to the thatched hut behind him, and began to pack the things he thought he needed to take with him.

[Who would have thought that the nineteenth son of His Majesty in name only lived in such a simple thatched house that would collapse if the wind blew. ]

[In fact, just living a plain and simple life like this is not a kind of happiness. It's a pity that you just...]

Gai Nie stood in front of the thatched hut, watching the setting sun fall towards the western mountains. The golden light it cast fell squarely on Gai Nie, making this world's top swordsman look as majestic as a god.

"Uncle, let's go!"

After an unknown amount of time, Tianming packed up his things and came out carrying a bag that was almost as big as him. His small body was bent by the huge bag and he muttered.

"Let's go!" Looking at the huge bag on Tianming's back, Gai Nie was speechless. He naturally took the bag and put it on his back. He did not blame Tianming. He naturally took Tianming's small hand and walked out. The two figures, one big and one small, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, were extremely harmonious.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
As Gai Nie and Tian Ming were about to embark on a long journey, several streaks of light passed around the thatched cottage that Jing Tian Ming had abandoned, like elusive ghosts.

…………

The Qin Emperor's Palace is a place where all the world comes together.

Swish!
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Zheng Ge bent over to revise the memorial. The subtle sound of the ink-soaked brush scratching across the thin paper was particularly loud against the quiet environment. Compared with the heavy bamboo and wooden slips, the memorial written on paper can not only carry more characters, but is also much simpler and more convenient.

From a memorial with hundreds of words, Zheng Ge only needed a dozen snaps of his fingers to extract the most crucial information, leave his own comments, and put it aside.

tread!tread!tread!
Suddenly, subtle and dense footsteps sounded in the Sihai Guiyi Hall. The most favored eunuch beside Zheng Ge: Zhongchefu Ling Zhao Gao, with a sinister face full of anxiety, walked quickly towards Zheng Ge. "What's the matter?" Zheng Ge knew who was coming without raising his head, and his tone revealed a hint of displeasure.

When Zhao Gao reached the steps where Zheng Ge was, he stopped, bowed his head like a loyal dog, and reported to the emperor on the dragon throne: "Your Majesty, I just got the news that Lord Gai Nie left with the child!"

"is it?"

The news brought by Zhao Gao made Zheng Ge's hand tremble, and a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen and landed on the memorial written by Han Fei in front of him. The ink melted as soon as it touched the paper, leaving a huge black spot. In an instant, Zheng Ge's expression was still calm, but in those eyes that seemed to encompass the three mountains and five peaks, rainbow lights bloomed one after another.

Zhao Gao, who had served Zheng Ge for many years, sensed the change in Zheng Ge's energy. He lowered his head and tried his best to restrain his own energy, as if he wanted to turn into dead ash and withered wood, in order to avoid becoming Zheng Ge's punching bag.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

While waiting silently, beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed out from Zhao Gao's temples due to his uneasy mood and fell to the ground. Because the atmosphere in the palace was depressed, the sound of Zhao Gao's sweat falling to the ground was particularly conspicuous, as if a sudden rainstorm had arrived outside and raindrops were falling from the eaves.

I don’t know how long it took, but two calm words came out of Zheng Ge’s mouth.

"Pass on my decree, order the four great guards of Fenglinhuoshan to lead 300 dragon and tiger cavalry to hunt down Gai Nie!" After the two words, Zheng Ge's sword eyes raised, and a cold light shot out, like a ruthless arrow, landing on Zhao Gao, "Also, send out the Luowang assassins as well. Tianming, bring him back alive; Gai Nie, no matter if he lives or dies!"

"Here."

After hearing Zhengge's murderous order, Zhao Gao felt as if he had been pardoned. After responding, he strode out to carry out Zhengge's order.

In a blink of an eye, in the huge Sihai Guiyi Hall, only Zheng Ge was left.

"Ugh!"

After sending Zhao Gao away, Zheng Ge did not pick up the brush to review the memorials related to the fate of countless people in the Qin Empire. Instead, he hung the brush on the pen holder. He was handsome and extraordinary. Even though everyone knew that he was over 40 years old, his face looked as handsome and elegant as a boy in his twenties, and he was filled with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

He sighed deeply, feeling endless desolation.

Clang!
Before Zheng Ge finished his desolate sigh, the sound of a sword suddenly rang out in the magnificent and majestic Sihai Guiyi Hall. As the sword rang, Zheng Ge quickly gathered his emotions and once again became the great emperor who was high above and like a living god.

"what's up?"

Those three words were written lightly, but contained a hint of anger.

"Your Majesty, there is urgent news from the Western Regions." Just as Zheng Ge finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a black and white sword on his back appeared from behind a beam carved with dragons and phoenixes, and knelt on one knee at Zheng Ge's feet.

The positive blade takes life, the reverse blade calms the soul, black is Xuan and white is Jian, the white sword is a sword of protection to protect relatives, the black sword is a sword of killing to destroy enemies. This pair of black and white swords, named Black and White Xuan Jian, is one of the eight swords of the King of Yue forged by Ou Yezi for Gou Jian, the King of Yue. The man is full of strong Yin energy, and in the candlelight in the hall, strange shadows can be seen swaying around him.

It was as if this person did not belong to the human world, but was a ghost king from the eighteen levels of hell!
(End of this chapter)