I will live forever in the martial arts world

The long river of time never stops for anyone.

Seven years have passed.

Several children in the Handan wine shop have grown into healthy and strong young people.

In the backyard.

Shopkeeper Gai lay on the bed and looked at his boss in front of him.

"It has been almost ten years since my boss came to Handan City. You are already middle-aged."

He looked at his employer in front of him and spoke in a reminiscing tone.

Jiang Taiyi looks like a thirty-year-old man now, a standard middle-aged man. The trace of crow's feet at the corners of his eyes makes him more mature.

He looked at Shopkeeper Gai who was lying on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and said slowly:

"You are getting older."

Shopkeeper Gai was lying on the bed coughing, but he smiled: "Even the King of Zhou, known as the 'Son of Heaven', passed away five years ago. Who can't grow old or die?"

week.

A country that lasted for eight hundred years.

Since the Battle of Muye, King Wu defeated Zhou, overthrew the Yin and Shang Dynasties, established the Great Zhou Dynasty, divided the world, and was known as the Son of Heaven. The Ji family has enjoyed honor and favor on this land for 800 years.

However, history pushes the years forward, even the once glorious Zhou Dynasty.

His last king, Emperor Zhou, also died five years ago, with the posthumous title of "King Zhou Nan".

The death of the Zhou Emperor completely declared that this land no longer had a nominal co-owner of the world.

Jiang Taiyi said nothing.

Just looking at Shopkeeper Gai, this old man and friend who had been with him for ten years and was busy working in the wine shop, the death aura around him was getting stronger and stronger.

Shopkeeper Gai waved his hand weakly: "Master, go to the front yard and take a look. Zheng'er is still young after all. The accounts at the counter must be watched by adults."

Jiang Taiyi nodded slightly.

When I arrived at the front of the wine shop, I saw the handsome and elegant young man with red lips and white teeth on the counter.

Zheng'er.

The baby who was about to freeze to death on a cold autumn moonlit night nine years ago has now become the young owner of a wine shop.

When he was young, this child gave people a dull and dull feeling.

But after he opened his mouth to speak, he seemed to have enlightened himself. In other words, the child himself was a piece of the best jade in the world, and he gradually revealed his own abilities.

Standing there, there was an innate and cold nobility in his movements.

"Master."

Zheng'er saw Jiang Taiyi walking in and spoke calmly.

Then he asked with a hint of concern:

"How's Uncle Gai?"

Jiang Taiyi did not respond to the question and only asked: "How are you doing on the counter?"

Zheng'er handed over the account and said, "It's not bad. It's just that our wine was sold to seven countries and we received too much currency from other countries. It's hard to calculate."

Jiang Taiyi looked at the account and said, "But you still calculated it clearly."

Zheng'er shook his head and said, "It's too troublesome."

Mrs. Jiang said, "I think it's too troublesome to settle accounts."

Zheng'er shook his head again and said: "It's too troublesome to have so many different kinds of money in the world. Especially when we do business, we have to exchange and calculate back and forth, let alone ordinary people. It would be great if there was only one kind of money in the world. .”

Jiang Taiyi was thoughtful and asked: "Is this your ideal?"

Zheng'er was slightly startled and said, "My ideal?"

Jiang Taiyi put his hands behind his hands, looked outside, and said pointedly: "Have you ever thought about turning all the money in the world into a kind of money?"

Zheng'er thought: "How to do this? There is so much money in the world. The reason is because there are seven countries, seven languages, and seven laws. If you want to turn seven kinds of money into one, then All we have to do is turn seven countries into one."

Jiang Taiyi said slowly: "You can say this so neatly. It seems that you have thought about it in your heart."

Zheng'er exhaled and said, "Yes, but Zheng'er is not the only person in the world who has thought about it this way."

Jiang Taiyi looked back at Zheng'er, shook his head and smiled lightly: "It's a lot, but you are different from those people."

Zheng'er seemed to understand his master's words, lowered his head and said: "I..."

Jiang Taiyi scooped a pot of wine on the counter and said: "Master has never hidden your life experience from you. You are the grandson of the Qin State. In the past two days, you should have heard that the old King Qin of the Qin State is also Your great-grandfather passed away a few months ago. And just yesterday, your grandfather, who had just succeeded King Qin for less than three days, also passed away. The position of the next King of Qin has been decided, and he is your biological father. Ying Yiren. You are his eldest son, and you may also be the future prince of Qin."

"That idea of ​​yours is possible with your status."

Zheng'er looked at Jiang Taiyi and frowned, reminding the master to drink less, and then said: "I just want to be with the master."

Hearing this, Jiang Taiyi shook his head and said: "Gai Nie, Wei Zhuang, and you, you three children, I have taught you everything I can teach you. The two of them are now successful in their studies and have begun to find their own dreams." Things are about to go to various countries in the world for experience. As for you, you don’t have children who can stay with adults all the time. What you want to do in the future and follow your own path is the most important thing."

Zheng'er didn't speak.

Suddenly, he saw the outside of the wine shop and was surprised:

"Snowing!"

Jiang Taiyi watched Zheng'er come to the door and watched the goose feathers fall all over the sky. He stepped forward, put his big cloak on him, and looked at the sky with him.

Zheng'er heard Master's voice asking next to him:

"You have liked snow since you were a child, but I never asked you why?"

Zheng'er nodded, looked at the heavy snow gradually falling between the sky and the earth, tightened the cloak that Master put on him, looked at the world seriously and said: "Well, I like snow, I think snow has a very grand feeling. Motivation, once it snows, no matter the mountains, land, rivers or lakes, you have to retreat and be covered by the snow and conquered.”

"Farmers also like snow. Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and snow means a good harvest."

Jiang Taiyi looked at the heavy snow in the sky, touched Zheng'er's shoulder and said:

"Snow is still good. As you said, after it snows, the earth becomes silver. It has the power to change the world. It can bury old things and create a brand new world."

Zheng'er looked at the sky and the earth, listening to the teachings of his father-like master, and his thoughts were flying like snowflakes.

Jiang Taiyi asked Zheng'er to think slowly.

He just looked at the heavy snow lightly:

"What a nice snow."

…

"What a nice snow!"

Lu Buwei in Xianyang City also smiled like this.

Just yesterday, Yingzhu, who had only succeeded King Qin for three days, died suddenly. In the eyes of outsiders, they only sighed that this King of Qin was really the shortest-lived king in history.

However.

When Lu Buwei looked away from the heavy snow outside, he looked at the row of bamboo slips on the slips.

In the upper right corner of the bamboo slip, there is a mark of a spider.

The names on the bamboo slips are placed outside. Each one of them is a person who can be famous all over the world.

One of them is King Qin Yingzhu.

There is a big red cross drawn on it.

It seemed to indicate that the death of the King of Qin who succeeded him for three days was not as simple as the world knew.