There was no bonfire outside the luxurious tent.
After all, this was the land of immortals, the place of longevity.
After what had happened today, the soldiers stationed here were now filled with admiration and admiration for this valley. No one dared to do anything out of line.
Everyone was patrolling the area respectfully, even breathing carefully.
The Black Ice Platform and the Iron Eagle Swordsmen, who were usually extremely fierce, no longer had any arrogant attitude. They did not even make a sound when they landed.
From time to time, he would glance at the figure sitting cross-legged under the peach tree and cultivating under the starlight. His heart was filled with respect as he gently bowed.
No matter what, that figure had saved all of them today.
If Ying Zheng died here, all his guards would be buried with him.
In the tent, Ying Zheng listened to Fu Su's words and pondered for a long time.
After a long while, he slowly opened his mouth to speak.
"Fu Su! You did well!"
"I can clearly feel that my body is much better than before!”
"I'm afraid this is the real necromancer I've been looking for for a long time!”
"Possesses genuine alchemy skills!”
Ying Zheng was deep in thought. He was excited, but also delighted!
An alchemist who could really refine immortal pills. This was an outcome that he had never expected!
He had thought that this trip was to correct Fu Su's thoughts. He did not expect to find such a fortuitous encounter here!
Legend had it that there were necromancers who could move mountains and fill the sea, and summon the wind and rain. How about this one in front of him?
Very soon, Ying Zheng shook his head. How could there really be such an alchemist in this world?
If there really was one, then the six states were no longer something he could unify.
Moreover, according to Fu Su and the others, the expert necromancer in front of them was still very young and should not be so powerful.
However, even if it was just alchemy, it was already terrifying enough!
One had to know that he was almost dead!
But now, it was just three medicinal pills, and he had been brought back to life!
"Not only is it Fusu, but my beloved minister is also a rare achievement! Worthy of being a minister of the Great Qin Dynasty, you should be rewarded!”
Ying Zheng said with a smile, not mentioning the matter of sending Fu Su and Meng Tian into the imperial prison in Xianyang City, as if nothing had happened.
Fu Su and Meng Tian looked at each other. They could see the helplessness in their eyes, but there was more joy!
Obviously!
This time, finding an expert was definitely a great merit for them!!
"Where is the expert?"
"Zhen wants to pay a visit."
Although it was late at night, Ying Zheng showed no signs of fatigue!
His eyes shone brightly as he felt his body. He was extremely shocked!
It had been more than ten years, and he had never felt so good before!
However, although this necromancer had cured himself of the deadly poison, Ying Zheng could still feel the fatigue in his bones. Obviously, the poison in the deepest part of his body had not been completely relieved.
But even so, it was already shocking enough!
"I want to see what kind of existence the expert who saved me is!”
Ying Zheng's eyes shone with anticipation. But, he was still the monarch of the six states, and even though he knew about the existence of the real necromancers, he did not lose his composure.
Looking at Ying Zheng's expression, Fu Su suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said.
"Father, let's visit again tomorrow. The expert seems to be cultivating right now.”
"Furthermore, when Imperial Father went to see the expert, your son thought it was best not to expose his identity.”
" After all, Great Qin captured many necromancers a few days ago," Fu Su said tactfully.
Hearing this, Ying Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then his expression started to turn a little strange.
It would have been better if Fu Su hadn't mentioned it. Once he mentioned it, he remembered that he had indeed killed many necromancers in a fit of anger these days.
At such a critical juncture, it was indeed not appropriate to call himself the First Emperor.
After all, who knew if any of the tens of thousands of necromancers were related to the expert in front of him?
"I understand." Ying Zheng took a deep breath and pressed his forehead helplessly.
Seeing that Ying Zheng had understood, Fu Su hurriedly and respectfully changed the topic," Father, those necromancers we saw in the forest today!"
"Just do as you see fit.”Ying Zheng opened his mouth to speak, and very soon, he regained the domineering air of an emperor throughout the ages.
"At any rate, I met him just as I was about to meet an expert. It's a good sign.”
"Yes, sir." Fu Su nodded respectfully.
"After you return to Xianyang, order your men to go back to Xianyang and give the order to stop killing necromancers.”
"Yes, sir." Fu Su respectfully accepted the order.
At this moment, Xu Fu and the other necromancers had no idea how great an opportunity had fallen on their heads.
In the morning, he was still running away in a sorry state, drinking wild vegetables and digging tree bark to satisfy his hunger. In the end, at night, he was filled with wealth and prosperity.
All of this was because they had coincidentally been captured when they met Zhao Xuan.
After giving the order, Ying Zheng had calmed down a little. Although he was still burning with passion, he did not rashly disturb Zhao Xuan's cultivation.
He decided to visit again the next day.
That night, Ying Zheng did not sleep at all. Fu Su sent the guards of the Black Ice Platform back to deliver the order.
Almost early the next morning, when the sky was slightly bright, Ying Zheng could not hold it in any longer and left the tent.
A cool breeze brushed past his face.
Peach blossoms blossomed.
The beautiful valley reflected the chill of the spring morning.
Several cranes were dancing under the peach trees, a few sika deer were crawling near the thatched cottage, and a black bear was sleeping beside the pill furnace, scratching its chest from time to time.
Under the gentle breeze, pink flowers fell and golden sunlight shone. It was beautiful and dreamlike.
Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, feeling relaxed and happy.
Was this the place where the real otherworldly expert was?
It was really like a fairyland!
It seemed that this time, they might have found a true alchemist!
Almost at the first glance, Ying Zheng saw the figure sitting cross-legged under the peach blossom tree, who had just finished his morning exercise and was reading a bamboo scroll.
White robe, white clothes, looks as if they were from the heavens.
His sword-like eyebrows were sheathed, and his body carried an ethereal aura.
Just by sitting there, it seemed to have become one with the entire paradise.
Seeing this scene, even Ying Zheng could not help but admire him in his heart. As expected of a genuine expert beyond the mortal world. How could this posture be comparable to that of a mortal?
Now, Ying Zheng was ninety percent convinced.
Taking a deep breath, Ying Zheng tidied up his clothes and stepped forward, feeling a rare sense of unease.
It had been a long time since he had killed Lao Ai and exiled Lu Buwei to become the true ruler of Great Qin.
Was this the majesty of a real necromancer?
They had yet to arrive, yet they had already made the ruler of the entire world feel uneasy?
However, Ying Zheng was still a hero among the people, a peerless sovereign. Very soon, he adjusted his state of mind, took a deep breath, and walked forward.
But as they walked, Ying Zheng's brows suddenly furrowed.
For some reason, when he looked at the young man who was studying there, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
It was as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Just like when his father, King Zhuang Xiang, was young?
Frowning, Ying Zheng denied this idea.
Although they looked alike, they were definitely not. It was just that there was a slight resemblance between their eyebrows. King Zhuang Xiang was still lying in the Imperial Mausoleum.
Shaking his head slightly and throwing away all these messy thoughts, Ying Zheng came before the peach blossom tree, bowed slightly, and said respectfully,"
"Greetings, Senior Deva."
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(p: Everyone, stop guessing blindly. He really isn't Ying Zheng's son.) As for his identity, I won't tell you in advance.）
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