Qilin Palace.
Zhang Han fled.
Another figure appeared behind Ying Zheng.
He was Ge Nia, dressed in white and holding a sword in his hand.
As one of the successors of the Ghost Valley Sect, Ge Nie's swordsmanship was the best in the world.
He was known as the number one swordsman in the world and the Sword Saint.
"Your Majesty."
"The Great Wall has already sent news of the completion of the project.”
Hearing this, Ying Zheng nodded.
There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
The Great Wall of China was built at the same time as the Imperial Mausoleum thirteen years ago.
Its main purpose was to defend against the nomads in the north.
Now, the Xiongnu had been destroyed, but the Great Wall was completed at this time.
It had to be said that it was rather ironic.
"In that case,"
"It's almost done at the Imperial Mausoleum."
"In the blink of an eye, thirteen years have passed!"
Ying Zheng took a deep breath.
A look of reminiscence flashed across his eyes.
She looked out of the window at the horizon, lost in thought.
After a long while, Ying Zheng opened his mouth and asked,"Ge Nia.”
"Among my sons, who do you think is the most talented in swordsmanship?”
Ge Nia was not only responsible for Ying Zheng's personal guard duties.
He was also in charge of teaching the young masters how to practice sword techniques.
He was the swordsmanship teacher of many young masters.
Ge Nie pondered for a moment before replying.
"Among all the young masters, Young Master Fusu's swordsmanship is quite open and upright, and he has the air of benevolence and righteousness.”
"And Young Master Huhai is exceptionally intelligent. His swordsmanship is crafty and ruthless, and he can often draw inferences from one instance.”
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was also very satisfied.
Towards Fu Su and Hu Hai. Ying Zheng was very optimistic.
Ge Nia's comment on the two's styles was exactly in line with Ying Zheng's evaluation of them.
"So, you think that Fu Su and Huhai are the most talented?”
Ying Zheng asked.
Ge Nia shook his head.
"I just think that the two young masters are outstanding among the current young masters.”
"And among His Majesty's sons, the one with the highest talent in swordsmanship is someone else.”
"Oh?" "Who is it?" asked Ying Zheng, puzzled.
Ge Nia took a deep breath. He said.
"Young Master Changye!"
Ge Nia spat out these words.
Ying Zheng was stunned.
His body paused slightly.
"Are you saying that Ye 'er has the highest talent in swordsmanship?”
Ge Nia nodded.
"Thirteen years ago, the seven-year-old Young Master Changsheng only spent a day to comprehend my half-style Hundred Steps Flying Sword.”
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he was greatly surprised.
"Why haven't I heard of this?”
Ge Nia muttered to himself as he looked up at the sky.
"This is a promise."
"This is the agreement between me and Young Master Changye.”
"If you walk out of the Imperial Mausoleum alive, I will teach Young Master Evernight the remaining half of the Hundred-step Flying Sword.”
"Sigh. It has been thirteen years."
"Does Young Master not want to learn the remaining half of the Hundred Steps Flying Sword?”
After hearing this, Ying Zheng's eyes were also moved.
It was as if he had seen the scene of a big and small figure making a promise in the dark room.
Ying Zheng's eldest son, Young Master Changye!
He had been weak since he was young and had suffered many disasters.
Suffering from an extreme Yin body, he couldn't be exposed to sunlight.
Ying Zheng had visited all the famous doctors, but none of them could do anything.
When he was seven years old, he walked into the dark Imperial Mausoleum.
It had already been thirteen years.
Seven!
He should have been at a carefree age.
Yet, he was locked up in the dark underground tomb all year round.
It was hard to imagine.
What kind of torment had his young heart gone through?
It had been thirteen years…
Ying Zheng's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Under the setting sun, Ying Zheng's tall and straight figure was slightly hunched.
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Qinling Mountains.
Mount Li.
The tomb of the First Emperor.
The passages of the various tombs crisscrossed.
Countless troops, warhorses, and chariots were displayed within.
Tens of thousands of craftsmen were working inside.
"Clang clang""Ping Ping Pang Pang"
Inside the main tomb.
Ying Changye slowly stopped his cultivation and let out a breath of turbid air.
He secretly frowned.
He was only one step away from the fifth cycle of the Nine Revolutions Ghost Taming Secrets.
However, after training for many days, there were still no signs of a breakthrough.
Obviously, he had reached a bottleneck.
This made Ying Changye a little unhappy.
At this moment, Wen Ning's figure appeared from the darkness.
"Young Master!"
"The construction of the imperial mausoleum is almost complete and has entered the final stage.”
"I reckon it won't be long before it's completely completed.”
Ying Changye nodded.
"So fast!"
"It's been thirteen years!"
Back then, after Ying Changye was sent to the Imperial Tombs.
Ying Zheng had given him the highest power in the Imperial Mausoleum: Imperial Mausoleum Supervisor.
The imperial mausoleum had a very special nature.
It was the place where the First Emperor would rest.
The location of the Imperial Tombs must not be leaked.
Once this project started, all external connections would be cut off.
People outside the Imperial Tombs were not allowed to enter.
The people inside the Imperial Tombs were not allowed to leave either.
And now.
There were a total of 100,000 people in the Imperial Mausoleum.
Among them, 90,000 were laborers and craftsmen.
The remaining 10,000 people had supervisors and cooks, forming a self-sufficient system.
In a sense, the completion of this project meant that these 100,000 people had completed their final mission.
The location of the Imperial Mausoleum was the top secret of the empire.
His father, the man who stood at the top of the empire.
No one who knew about this secret was allowed to leave alive.
Thinking of this, Ying Changye's heart sank.
"How's the location of the Yiling headquarters going?" he asked.”
Wen Ning thought for a moment and said.
"Young Master once said that the most important condition for choosing the location of Yiling is to be isolated from the world.”
"However, such places are very rare. At present, it seems that there is only one place that can satisfy this requirement.”
"But now, this place is occupied by a faction.”
Ying Changye's expression changed slightly as he asked," Where?”
"Mo Family, City of Traps!"”
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